They're rivals on the field. But under the gear? They're everything each other never knew they needed.

Logan Cross is Atlantic U's golden boy-lacrosse captain, clean-cut heartthrob, and dangerously dominant in a jockstrap. He plays hard, trains harder, and keeps his secrets locked behind that smirking mouth and polished game-day image.

Rafe Torres? He's the opposite. Gritty. Rough. A walking violation at East Shore State who plays with blood on his knuckles and a chip on his shoulder the size of Logan's ego. They've hated each other for years-until a hotel room mix-up changes everything.

One bed.
Two enemies.
And a gear-soaked, slow-burn obsession they can't outrun.

When their bodies collide-on the field and off-it sparks something filthy, forbidden, and real. What starts as locker room tension and shared glances in the mirror turns into a confession of kinks, a mutual gear fetish, and one late-night edging game that leaves them wrecked but still wanting.

They swore it was just one night. Just a slip.

But when Logan kisses him?
When Rafe wears his jock like he means it?
When the crowd watches them like rivals but Logan only sees the man who owns him?

All bets are off.

Now it's gear against skin.
Pride against surrender.
And two straight-leaning jocks about to get very queer under the lights, in the locker room, and deep into each other's lives.

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