02-17-2015, 12:52 AM
The joking had ceased the moment their little captain began throwing around his equipment. A few we're nervous around him acting like that, but others weren't.
"If you're going to have a fit, at least make sure your ass ain't in the wrong" Kris, his teammate spat. "All of this is yours. You're the only person to mark his bats a certain way." It was true. Kris only changed colors and his clothes around. Adam's bright colored bats were still the exact same in every detail he made on them. It wasn't just his bat though, but all his other equipment as well.
"If you're gay, then that's your problem. Don't go having a fit the moment you bring your ass in here an hour late acting like a queen."
"I bet he feels real big and bad hurting Kris like that. Bet he won't try that shit on us." The male's name was called again, but rather than having Adam become aroused from a sexual scene, this one that would form into his mind was of Kris laying under the bigger male, telling him to just calm down, his hands rubbing the athlete's chest to relax him.
Kris did not have to do anything magic wise other than that however. Most of his teammates were getting fed up with his attitude, especially after helping him get out of the situation he placed himself in which he should have very well been sitting in a cell somewhere for. How it was looking like was that Adam simply painted his equipment or something as nobody else could have done it within that short of a timeframe when he had his bats of normal colors the day before at practice.
"Enough!" The coach erupted from behind. "Everyone, as you were. Smith, you owe me 50 suicides for being late and for whatever the hell is going on with you." It was mostly directed towards him throwing his bat around, which made him pinch the bridge of his nose. The male was his team's captain and one of his best players who was already being placed under heavy consideration for major league. "And get your act together, son. If this is some acting out routine for what you did yesterday, there are tons of other ways to speak out." He said to the male while the rest of the team were resuming their normal routines. "Fortunately for you, a counseling sessions has already been provided. I want you to attend it regardless of how "they" make you feel. It was what the Dean and I had to work out on order to save your hide from being landed in the slammer. You better take it."
Kris chuckled as he watched behind his pendant. The Anonymous sessions were now secure. This anger of his was just even more hilarious. At least he knew the male would have plenty of energy in the bed when the time came for it. Kris wondered if he should bother him for the night or if the male had had enough for the moment.
"If you're going to have a fit, at least make sure your ass ain't in the wrong" Kris, his teammate spat. "All of this is yours. You're the only person to mark his bats a certain way." It was true. Kris only changed colors and his clothes around. Adam's bright colored bats were still the exact same in every detail he made on them. It wasn't just his bat though, but all his other equipment as well.
"If you're gay, then that's your problem. Don't go having a fit the moment you bring your ass in here an hour late acting like a queen."
"I bet he feels real big and bad hurting Kris like that. Bet he won't try that shit on us." The male's name was called again, but rather than having Adam become aroused from a sexual scene, this one that would form into his mind was of Kris laying under the bigger male, telling him to just calm down, his hands rubbing the athlete's chest to relax him.
Kris did not have to do anything magic wise other than that however. Most of his teammates were getting fed up with his attitude, especially after helping him get out of the situation he placed himself in which he should have very well been sitting in a cell somewhere for. How it was looking like was that Adam simply painted his equipment or something as nobody else could have done it within that short of a timeframe when he had his bats of normal colors the day before at practice.
"Enough!" The coach erupted from behind. "Everyone, as you were. Smith, you owe me 50 suicides for being late and for whatever the hell is going on with you." It was mostly directed towards him throwing his bat around, which made him pinch the bridge of his nose. The male was his team's captain and one of his best players who was already being placed under heavy consideration for major league. "And get your act together, son. If this is some acting out routine for what you did yesterday, there are tons of other ways to speak out." He said to the male while the rest of the team were resuming their normal routines. "Fortunately for you, a counseling sessions has already been provided. I want you to attend it regardless of how "they" make you feel. It was what the Dean and I had to work out on order to save your hide from being landed in the slammer. You better take it."
Kris chuckled as he watched behind his pendant. The Anonymous sessions were now secure. This anger of his was just even more hilarious. At least he knew the male would have plenty of energy in the bed when the time came for it. Kris wondered if he should bother him for the night or if the male had had enough for the moment.