Saturday, April 12, 3:37 PM
Tyler was on the couch when Zach’s name lit up his phone
Zach: Yo, what’s up man
Tyler: Hey dude, all good. You?
Zach: Yeah, doing alright.
Zach: Heading back to Philly in a few weeks for Max’s wedding
Tyler: Oh nice, didn’t know you were coming out for that
Zach: Yeah figured I should. Think I could crash at your place?
Tyler: Yeah of course. No problem
Zach: Appreciate it.
Zach: Weird you’re not going to the wedding though?
Tyler: Haha yeah, I mean… me and Max were never super close. Didn’t really keep in touch
Zach: Still kinda sucks
Tyler: Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t expecting an invite or anything
Zach: Alright. Either way it’ll be good to catch up
Tyler: For sure. Let me know when you get in
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Re: Second String
Wednesday, April 23, 8:11 PM
Two weeks passed. Tyler hadn’t thought much about the wedding since — until Zach’s name popped up again.
Zach: Yo, just booked my flight — I get in Friday morning, land at 10:15
Tyler: Yeah that’s fine. I’ll grab you from the airport
Zach: Appreciate it
Zach: Just me and a carry-on so shouldn’t be a whole thing
Tyler: All good
Zach: Also — random thought
Zach: Would it be weird if I brought Katie to the wedding?
Tyler: Wait, what?
Zach: I mean as my plus one. You’re not going, and I figured she might be down — could be a fun night
Zach: Totally chill if not, just figured I’d ask
Tyler: Uh…Yeah I wasn’t really expecting that
Zach: Haha yeah, just popped into my head. No worries either way.
Tyler: Lemme talk to her
Zach: Cool, yeah — no rush
Two weeks passed. Tyler hadn’t thought much about the wedding since — until Zach’s name popped up again.
Zach: Yo, just booked my flight — I get in Friday morning, land at 10:15
Tyler: Yeah that’s fine. I’ll grab you from the airport
Zach: Appreciate it
Zach: Just me and a carry-on so shouldn’t be a whole thing
Tyler: All good
Zach: Also — random thought
Zach: Would it be weird if I brought Katie to the wedding?
Tyler: Wait, what?
Zach: I mean as my plus one. You’re not going, and I figured she might be down — could be a fun night
Zach: Totally chill if not, just figured I’d ask
Tyler: Uh…Yeah I wasn’t really expecting that
Zach: Haha yeah, just popped into my head. No worries either way.
Tyler: Lemme talk to her
Zach: Cool, yeah — no rush
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Re: Second String
Wednesday, April 26, 9:03 PM
Katie’s curled up on the couch, legs under a blanket, idly scrolling her phone. Tyler walks in from the kitchen, phone in hand, a weird look on his face.
Tyler glanced at his phone. “Got a text from Zach earlier.”
“Yeah?” Katie didn’t look up from her screen.
“Said he’s landing Friday morning. I told him I’d pick him up.”
“Cool.” She kept scrolling.
Tyler sat down slowly, hesitant. “And then he… asked if you’d want to go to the wedding with him.”
Katie looked up fast, laughing. “Wait — what?”
“Yeah. Like, as his date.”
She laughed louder now. “No he didn’t.”
“I swear. Said since I’m not going, maybe you’d want to.”
Katie shook her head, still laughing. “That’s kind of insane.”
“That’s what I thought too.”
Grinning, she asked, “What’d you say back?”
“Told him I’d ask you.”
“Wow,” she said playfully. “Didn’t think I was on the trading block.”
Tyler let out an awkward chuckle. “Guess so.”
She squinted at him, mock-serious. “Should I be flattered?”
He tried to joke.
“You always said you liked attention.”
“I mean… he is tall.”
Tyler gave a stiff smile. “Okay.”
“And we get along,” she added teasingly. “He’s easy to talk to. You sure you want to leave me alone with him?”
“He’ll be here all weekend anyway.”
Katie grinned. “Even better.”
Tyler tried to brush it off. “Alright, okay. Real funny.”
Leaning in just a little, still smiling, she asked, “But seriously. What if I did go?”
He paused, then shrugged. “I guess it’s up to you if you want to.”
She smirked. “That a yes?”
Tyler looked a bit uneasy now. “It’s just kinda random. It’s my old high school friends. You’ve only met him, what — twice?”
“Three,” Katie corrected. “And I’ve heard about these people for months. I’ve never even met most of them. Could be fun.”
“Alright. You want me to tell him yes?”
She nodded, offering a quick smile. “Sure. Why not?”
Katie’s curled up on the couch, legs under a blanket, idly scrolling her phone. Tyler walks in from the kitchen, phone in hand, a weird look on his face.
Tyler glanced at his phone. “Got a text from Zach earlier.”
“Yeah?” Katie didn’t look up from her screen.
“Said he’s landing Friday morning. I told him I’d pick him up.”
“Cool.” She kept scrolling.
Tyler sat down slowly, hesitant. “And then he… asked if you’d want to go to the wedding with him.”
Katie looked up fast, laughing. “Wait — what?”
“Yeah. Like, as his date.”
She laughed louder now. “No he didn’t.”
“I swear. Said since I’m not going, maybe you’d want to.”
Katie shook her head, still laughing. “That’s kind of insane.”
“That’s what I thought too.”
Grinning, she asked, “What’d you say back?”
“Told him I’d ask you.”
“Wow,” she said playfully. “Didn’t think I was on the trading block.”
Tyler let out an awkward chuckle. “Guess so.”
She squinted at him, mock-serious. “Should I be flattered?”
He tried to joke.
“You always said you liked attention.”
“I mean… he is tall.”
Tyler gave a stiff smile. “Okay.”
“And we get along,” she added teasingly. “He’s easy to talk to. You sure you want to leave me alone with him?”
“He’ll be here all weekend anyway.”
Katie grinned. “Even better.”
Tyler tried to brush it off. “Alright, okay. Real funny.”
Leaning in just a little, still smiling, she asked, “But seriously. What if I did go?”
He paused, then shrugged. “I guess it’s up to you if you want to.”
She smirked. “That a yes?”
Tyler looked a bit uneasy now. “It’s just kinda random. It’s my old high school friends. You’ve only met him, what — twice?”
“Three,” Katie corrected. “And I’ve heard about these people for months. I’ve never even met most of them. Could be fun.”
“Alright. You want me to tell him yes?”
She nodded, offering a quick smile. “Sure. Why not?”
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Thursday, April 27, 11:13AM
Tyler: Talked to Katie. She said she’s down to go
Zach: Nice — appreciate you man
Zach: Thanks for being cool about it
Tyler: Yeah. It’s fine
Tyler: Talked to Katie. She said she’s down to go
Zach: Nice — appreciate you man
Zach: Thanks for being cool about it
Tyler: Yeah. It’s fine
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Friday, May 2nd, 11:37 AM
Tyler pulled into the pickup lane, easing between a rideshare and a running SUV. He hadn’t seen Zach in over a year, but there he was — walking out of Terminal C like nothing had changed. Same stride, same duffle bag slung over one shoulder, like he never left.
“My guy. You look the same,” Zach said, grinning as he stepped up to the curb.
Tyler laughed lightly. “Yeah, you too. Still tall, still annoying.”
“Still undefeated.” Zach clapped him on the shoulder.
“Thanks for grabbing me, man.”
They loaded Zach’s bag into the trunk and got into the car. As Tyler pulled away from the terminal, a brief quiet settled between them.
“You ever been to a place called Keller Room? In Fishtown?” Zach asked.
“Uh… yeah, once or twice. Why?”
“That’s where we’re heading after the wedding tonight. Couple people are putting something together — kind of a last-minute after party.”
Tyler hesitated a beat. “Oh. Nice.”
“Should be fun. Big crowd. A lot of the old crew.”
“Cool.”
“Then tomorrow I think I’m seeing Chris, Jake, and Rob — just keeping it low key.”
“Oh… yeah. Nice.” Tyler sounded a little caught off guard.
Zach glanced over. “You should come by if you want. No pressure.”
“Uh, yeah… yeah maybe.”
A pause followed — just long enough for something to hang in the air, unspoken.
“Katie still good for tonight?” Zach asked.
Tyler nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah. She’s getting ready later. She seems excited.”
“She should be,” Zach said with a smirk. “Gonna be a fun one.”
“Yeah,” Tyler said quietly
Tyler pulled into the pickup lane, easing between a rideshare and a running SUV. He hadn’t seen Zach in over a year, but there he was — walking out of Terminal C like nothing had changed. Same stride, same duffle bag slung over one shoulder, like he never left.
“My guy. You look the same,” Zach said, grinning as he stepped up to the curb.
Tyler laughed lightly. “Yeah, you too. Still tall, still annoying.”
“Still undefeated.” Zach clapped him on the shoulder.
“Thanks for grabbing me, man.”
They loaded Zach’s bag into the trunk and got into the car. As Tyler pulled away from the terminal, a brief quiet settled between them.
“You ever been to a place called Keller Room? In Fishtown?” Zach asked.
“Uh… yeah, once or twice. Why?”
“That’s where we’re heading after the wedding tonight. Couple people are putting something together — kind of a last-minute after party.”
Tyler hesitated a beat. “Oh. Nice.”
“Should be fun. Big crowd. A lot of the old crew.”
“Cool.”
“Then tomorrow I think I’m seeing Chris, Jake, and Rob — just keeping it low key.”
“Oh… yeah. Nice.” Tyler sounded a little caught off guard.
Zach glanced over. “You should come by if you want. No pressure.”
“Uh, yeah… yeah maybe.”
A pause followed — just long enough for something to hang in the air, unspoken.
“Katie still good for tonight?” Zach asked.
Tyler nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah. She’s getting ready later. She seems excited.”
“She should be,” Zach said with a smirk. “Gonna be a fun one.”
“Yeah,” Tyler said quietly
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Friday, May 2nd, 4:30 PM
The apartment buzzed with low-level movement. Zach stood near the mirror adjusting his tie — tailored dark suit, crisp and confident. Katie was by the couch, slipping in an earring, radiant in a backless navy dress that looked made for this exact night.
Tyler leaned against the kitchen counter, already dressed but doing nothing in particular, nursing a beer. He watched them quietly, not quite sure where to place himself.
“Ty, can you grab my heels from the bedroom?” Katie called out.
“Yeah. Sure,” Tyler said softly, disappearing down the hall.
Zach straightened his collar, catching her reflection in the mirror.
“Damn. You clean up good.”
“You act like you’re surprised,” Katie said, smiling at herself in the glass.
“Yeah, like… you might steal the bride’s thunder,” Zach added with a grin.
Katie laughed, flattered. Tyler returned with the heels and handed them over without much eye contact.
“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” she said, slipping them on.
Zach stepped back, giving her a full once-over, clearly impressed.
“You look really good, Katie.”
Grinning, she turned to Tyler. “Can you take a picture of us real quick?”
Tyler blinked. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”
Katie moved beside Zach — he naturally placed a hand on her waist. She tucked in under his arm with ease. The height difference between them was striking. Tyler lifted the phone and lined up the shot. Through the screen, they looked like a couple.
“Wait — take another, I blinked,” Katie said.
“What, you nervous standing next to me?” Zach teased.
“Please,” she laughed, nudging him.
Tyler took another photo, said nothing, and handed the phone back.
“You’re good,” he said.
Katie checked the photo. “Oooh okay yeah. We look good.”
“Might throw that one on the feed,” Zach said.
“We’ll see,” Katie replied, playful.
She grabbed her clutch. Zach reached for his jacket. Tyler stayed near the door, just a step behind everything.
“You sure you don’t wanna just come crash the thing?” Zach asked.
Tyler shook his head. “Nah. I’m good.”
Zach shrugged. Katie leaned in and gave Tyler a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Wish me luck.”
“Yeah. Have fun,” Tyler murmured.
They stepped out together, laughing about something he didn’t catch. The door clicked shut. Tyler stood still in the quiet for a moment, then walked back to the kitchen and opened another beer.
The apartment buzzed with low-level movement. Zach stood near the mirror adjusting his tie — tailored dark suit, crisp and confident. Katie was by the couch, slipping in an earring, radiant in a backless navy dress that looked made for this exact night.
Tyler leaned against the kitchen counter, already dressed but doing nothing in particular, nursing a beer. He watched them quietly, not quite sure where to place himself.
“Ty, can you grab my heels from the bedroom?” Katie called out.
“Yeah. Sure,” Tyler said softly, disappearing down the hall.
Zach straightened his collar, catching her reflection in the mirror.
“Damn. You clean up good.”
“You act like you’re surprised,” Katie said, smiling at herself in the glass.
“Yeah, like… you might steal the bride’s thunder,” Zach added with a grin.
Katie laughed, flattered. Tyler returned with the heels and handed them over without much eye contact.
“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” she said, slipping them on.
Zach stepped back, giving her a full once-over, clearly impressed.
“You look really good, Katie.”
Grinning, she turned to Tyler. “Can you take a picture of us real quick?”
Tyler blinked. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”
Katie moved beside Zach — he naturally placed a hand on her waist. She tucked in under his arm with ease. The height difference between them was striking. Tyler lifted the phone and lined up the shot. Through the screen, they looked like a couple.
“Wait — take another, I blinked,” Katie said.
“What, you nervous standing next to me?” Zach teased.
“Please,” she laughed, nudging him.
Tyler took another photo, said nothing, and handed the phone back.
“You’re good,” he said.
Katie checked the photo. “Oooh okay yeah. We look good.”
“Might throw that one on the feed,” Zach said.
“We’ll see,” Katie replied, playful.
She grabbed her clutch. Zach reached for his jacket. Tyler stayed near the door, just a step behind everything.
“You sure you don’t wanna just come crash the thing?” Zach asked.
Tyler shook his head. “Nah. I’m good.”
Zach shrugged. Katie leaned in and gave Tyler a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Wish me luck.”
“Yeah. Have fun,” Tyler murmured.
They stepped out together, laughing about something he didn’t catch. The door clicked shut. Tyler stood still in the quiet for a moment, then walked back to the kitchen and opened another beer.
Re: Second String
Friday, May 2nd, 8:15pm
Tyler sat alone on the couch, the TV still playing something he wasn’t watching. The beer in his hand had gone warm. He hadn’t heard from Katie in over an hour. Eventually, he unlocked his phone and sent a text. Just to check in.
Tyler: Hey — everything okay?
Katie: Yeah! It’s been fun
Katie: Zach’s cracking everyone up
Katie: He’s introducing me to everyone
Tyler: Glad you’re having fun
Katie: We’ve been dancing for like an hour straight
Katie: Your boy’s got moves
Tyler: lol
Katie: Also…
Katie: He introduced me to Max and Shannon as his girlfriend
Tyler: …what?
Katie: Relax lol he was joking
Tyler: Still kind of a weird thing to say
Katie: You know how he is. It wasn’t serious
Katie: Everyone was laughing
Tyler: Yeah well, maybe don’t lean into it so hard
Katie: Jeez okay
Katie: Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to tell you I’m enjoying myself
Katie: Gotta go — he’s pulling me back to the dance floor
Tyler sat alone on the couch, the TV still playing something he wasn’t watching. The beer in his hand had gone warm. He hadn’t heard from Katie in over an hour. Eventually, he unlocked his phone and sent a text. Just to check in.
Tyler: Hey — everything okay?
Katie: Yeah! It’s been fun
Katie: Zach’s cracking everyone up
Katie: He’s introducing me to everyone
Tyler: Glad you’re having fun
Katie: We’ve been dancing for like an hour straight
Katie: Your boy’s got moves
Tyler: lol
Katie: Also…
Katie: He introduced me to Max and Shannon as his girlfriend
Tyler: …what?
Katie: Relax lol he was joking
Tyler: Still kind of a weird thing to say
Katie: You know how he is. It wasn’t serious
Katie: Everyone was laughing
Tyler: Yeah well, maybe don’t lean into it so hard
Katie: Jeez okay
Katie: Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to tell you I’m enjoying myself
Katie: Gotta go — he’s pulling me back to the dance floor
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10:27 PM
The wedding had to be over by now. It was late, and Tyler was tired of wondering. He checked his phone again, hoping this would be the last text he’d have to send tonight.
Tyler: You guys heading back soon?
Katie: Not yet
Katie: We’re in the Uber now — heading to Keller Room
Tyler: How late does that go?
Katie: No idea lol
Katie: Zach says it’s just “a few drinks” — which probably means chaos
Tyler: Sounds like a late night
Katie: Nahhh we won’t be out too long
Katie: Don’t worry
Katie: Everyone was so nice tonight
Tyler: Yeah I bet
Katie: One girl actually thought Zach and I were a couple
Tyler: Seriously?
Katie: Yep. She looked so confused when I said I had a boyfriend lol
Tyler: Guess you two sold it pretty well
Katie: We do look good together
Katie: And your friends are wild
Katie: They were up on stage with the band
Tyler: Honestly sounds like a lot
Tyler: Kind of glad I wasn’t invited.
No reply. Tyler checked the screen again, then placed the phone face-up beside him.
The wedding had to be over by now. It was late, and Tyler was tired of wondering. He checked his phone again, hoping this would be the last text he’d have to send tonight.
Tyler: You guys heading back soon?
Katie: Not yet
Katie: We’re in the Uber now — heading to Keller Room
Tyler: How late does that go?
Katie: No idea lol
Katie: Zach says it’s just “a few drinks” — which probably means chaos
Tyler: Sounds like a late night
Katie: Nahhh we won’t be out too long
Katie: Don’t worry
Katie: Everyone was so nice tonight
Tyler: Yeah I bet
Katie: One girl actually thought Zach and I were a couple
Tyler: Seriously?
Katie: Yep. She looked so confused when I said I had a boyfriend lol
Tyler: Guess you two sold it pretty well
Katie: We do look good together
Katie: And your friends are wild
Katie: They were up on stage with the band
Tyler: Honestly sounds like a lot
Tyler: Kind of glad I wasn’t invited.
No reply. Tyler checked the screen again, then placed the phone face-up beside him.
Re: Second String
The front door slammed harder than it should’ve.
Then came the voices — laughing, breathless, just loud enough to slice through the quiet apartment.
Tyler stirred. His eyes opened to the dark. He blinked at the red digital glow of the clock: 2:47 a.m.
Footsteps. Katie’s laugh — high, tipsy, carefree.
Zach’s voice followed, still full of energy, like the night hadn’t touched him.
Tyler lay still for a second, staring at the ceiling, his body tense and still half-asleep.
They were back.
But the bedroom light didn’t flick on.
No whisper of Katie slipping into bed.
Just more movement. More voices.
He waited.
Nothing.
He sat up.
Listened.
A quiet thud. A giggle. Water running.
Then something else — soft and slow and unmistakable.
He got out of bed.
The hallway was dark except for a glow slipping from the slightly open bathroom door.
The sound was clearer now.
Slow. Wet. Deliberate.
He stopped a foot from the door, heart thudding like a warning.
Zach’s voice — low and close. Katie’s — breathless.
Then came the gasp.
His hand found the knob.
He froze.
And then he opened it.
And there it was.
Katie, pressed between the sink and Zach, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. Their mouths moved slow and deep, full of hunger like they’d been holding back all night. Her dress was bunched high around his hands, his fingers dug in like he’d been there before.
They didn’t see him.
They were fully in it — kissing hard, bodies flush, drunk and gone and unaware of the door swinging open behind them.
And Tyler just stood there. His face burned — jealousy twisting tight in his gut as Zach kissed his girlfriend.
Then came the voices — laughing, breathless, just loud enough to slice through the quiet apartment.
Tyler stirred. His eyes opened to the dark. He blinked at the red digital glow of the clock: 2:47 a.m.
Footsteps. Katie’s laugh — high, tipsy, carefree.
Zach’s voice followed, still full of energy, like the night hadn’t touched him.
Tyler lay still for a second, staring at the ceiling, his body tense and still half-asleep.
They were back.
But the bedroom light didn’t flick on.
No whisper of Katie slipping into bed.
Just more movement. More voices.
He waited.
Nothing.
He sat up.
Listened.
A quiet thud. A giggle. Water running.
Then something else — soft and slow and unmistakable.
He got out of bed.
The hallway was dark except for a glow slipping from the slightly open bathroom door.
The sound was clearer now.
Slow. Wet. Deliberate.
He stopped a foot from the door, heart thudding like a warning.
Zach’s voice — low and close. Katie’s — breathless.
Then came the gasp.
His hand found the knob.
He froze.
And then he opened it.
And there it was.
Katie, pressed between the sink and Zach, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. Their mouths moved slow and deep, full of hunger like they’d been holding back all night. Her dress was bunched high around his hands, his fingers dug in like he’d been there before.
They didn’t see him.
They were fully in it — kissing hard, bodies flush, drunk and gone and unaware of the door swinging open behind them.
And Tyler just stood there. His face burned — jealousy twisting tight in his gut as Zach kissed his girlfriend.
Re: Second String
Katie noticed his stillness, pulled back, turned—
Her breath caught.
“Tyler?”
He didn’t say anything.
Just stood there in the doorway, jaw tight, face flushed, eyes locked on her like he didn’t recognize her anymore.
Katie’s voice dropped. “Oh my God.
“Tyler, wait—”
He didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Zach straightened up behind her, hands dropping to his sides, jaw tight.
“I didn’t—” Katie started, then stopped. “We didn’t mean for you to see that.”
Tyler let out a soft breath that sounded like it hurt. “Yeah. Me neither.”
Silence.
Katie stepped closer, eyes searching his. “Can we just… talk in the morning?”
Tyler looked at her.
Then at Zach.
Then back at her.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “Why not.”
He turned and walked away.
Katie stood there for a breath — stunned, suddenly cold.
Then her hands moved, quickly tugging her dress back down into place. Her face tightened. Like she suddenly realized what she looked like.
“Tyler—wait,” she called, voice low and urgent.
She followed after him, barefoot on the hallway floor, the sound of her steps chasing his silence.
Behind her, Zach didn’t say a word
Her breath caught.
“Tyler?”
He didn’t say anything.
Just stood there in the doorway, jaw tight, face flushed, eyes locked on her like he didn’t recognize her anymore.
Katie’s voice dropped. “Oh my God.
“Tyler, wait—”
He didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Zach straightened up behind her, hands dropping to his sides, jaw tight.
“I didn’t—” Katie started, then stopped. “We didn’t mean for you to see that.”
Tyler let out a soft breath that sounded like it hurt. “Yeah. Me neither.”
Silence.
Katie stepped closer, eyes searching his. “Can we just… talk in the morning?”
Tyler looked at her.
Then at Zach.
Then back at her.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “Why not.”
He turned and walked away.
Katie stood there for a breath — stunned, suddenly cold.
Then her hands moved, quickly tugging her dress back down into place. Her face tightened. Like she suddenly realized what she looked like.
“Tyler—wait,” she called, voice low and urgent.
She followed after him, barefoot on the hallway floor, the sound of her steps chasing his silence.
Behind her, Zach didn’t say a word
Re: Second String
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Re: Second String
Saturday, May 3rd, 11:04AM
Zach lounged on the couch like it was any other lazy weekend, one leg propped up, phone in hand, scrolling without urgency.
Katie moved through the kitchen, opening the fridge, pouring herself a glass of water. She tried to seem relaxed, but her shoulders were just a little too stiff.
Tyler sat at the small dining table, both hands wrapped around a glass as if it were holding him together.
Zach glanced up from his phone.
“So,” he said casually, “the guys are at Barrel House watching the game. Told me to come through if we’re around.”
Tyler didn’t respond. Katie looked over at him for a second, then went back to pretending to be interested in the inside of the fridge.
“They were asking if I was with you,” Zach added. “Wanted me to bring you out.”
“I think I’m good,” Tyler said, barely above a mumble.
Katie shut the fridge. “Could be nice to get out,” she said. “Shake it off a little.”
Zach nodded toward her. “Yeah and apparently there’s girls there, too. So not just us reliving the glory days.” He smiled. “You should come.”
Tyler’s eyes lifted slightly. “You two were thinking of going?”
Zach shrugged, still sprawled out, still unbothered. “If you’re staying in, we might swing by. But if you’re in, even better.”
Katie turned around and leaned back against the counter. “Let’s all go,” she said. “Fresh air and a beer won’t kill us.”
Tyler hesitated. There was no easy way to say no — not without saying too much.
After a pause, he said quietly, “Alright. I’ll come.”
Zach grinned. “There we go. It’s just a bar, man.”
Tyler stood up and walked toward the bedroom to change. As he disappeared down the hall, Zach and Katie exchanged a brief glance.
Zach lounged on the couch like it was any other lazy weekend, one leg propped up, phone in hand, scrolling without urgency.
Katie moved through the kitchen, opening the fridge, pouring herself a glass of water. She tried to seem relaxed, but her shoulders were just a little too stiff.
Tyler sat at the small dining table, both hands wrapped around a glass as if it were holding him together.
Zach glanced up from his phone.
“So,” he said casually, “the guys are at Barrel House watching the game. Told me to come through if we’re around.”
Tyler didn’t respond. Katie looked over at him for a second, then went back to pretending to be interested in the inside of the fridge.
“They were asking if I was with you,” Zach added. “Wanted me to bring you out.”
“I think I’m good,” Tyler said, barely above a mumble.
Katie shut the fridge. “Could be nice to get out,” she said. “Shake it off a little.”
Zach nodded toward her. “Yeah and apparently there’s girls there, too. So not just us reliving the glory days.” He smiled. “You should come.”
Tyler’s eyes lifted slightly. “You two were thinking of going?”
Zach shrugged, still sprawled out, still unbothered. “If you’re staying in, we might swing by. But if you’re in, even better.”
Katie turned around and leaned back against the counter. “Let’s all go,” she said. “Fresh air and a beer won’t kill us.”
Tyler hesitated. There was no easy way to say no — not without saying too much.
After a pause, he said quietly, “Alright. I’ll come.”
Zach grinned. “There we go. It’s just a bar, man.”
Tyler stood up and walked toward the bedroom to change. As he disappeared down the hall, Zach and Katie exchanged a brief glance.
Re: Second String
TVs buzzed overhead, the glow of the game flickering across half-empty pint glasses and paper napkins. The group — Zach, Tyler, Jake, Rob, Chris, Katie, and Danielle — was clustered around a high-top table near the back of Barrel House. The drinks were flowing, the game was on, but nobody was really watching. The real entertainment was memory.
“St. Joe’s game,” Jake said, leaning in. “Max takes that slant — gone in ten seconds flat.”
Rob shook his head, smiling. “Guy cut across midfield like he had a police escort. Crowd lost it.”
Zach chuckled. “That was probably my best throw all year. Or my luckiest.”
Chris raised his glass. “You had Max, you had wheels, you had the arm — it wasn’t luck.”
He paused, then grinned.
“Unlike…”
Jake turned, already laughing. “Ty — remember when Coach finally let you in at safety for two plays?”
Rob groaned. “Oh no…”
Jake could barely keep it together. “Ball hits you in the helmet, bro. You dropped a pick that hit you square in the facemask.”
Chris cracked up. “Dead center. Didn’t even flinch.”
Tyler gave a weak laugh, eyes on his drink. “Yeah… I think I blinked at the wrong time.”
“Coach didn’t even wait,” Jake said, wiping his eyes. “He just yelled, ‘Get him out!’ — before the receiver even hit the ground.”
Katie was laughing now. “Wait — he really said that?”
Rob smirked. “Loud enough the stands heard.”
Chris nodded. “And they played it at the banquet. Slowed it down. Helmet hit and everything.”
Tyler took a sip of his drink. “Iconic moment.”
Katie, still riding the wave, leaned in. “Damn, that’s some serious second string energy, Ty.”
“Hey, everyone remembers it,” Rob said, nudging him. “That’s something.”
Jake leaned in, grinning. “Man’s whole highlight reel was pacing the sideline in a hoodie.”
Katie jumped in, eyes sparkling. “Sounds like he was basically the team mascot. You should have strapped a tail on him and let him dance at halftime”
Laughter again — louder this time. Danielle raised an eyebrow at Katie, who smiled back, but for a second she wasn’t sure why it had felt so funny.
Zach’s eyes flicked to Tyler. Something unreadable passed over his face.
“Hey,” Zach said, cutting through the noise. “He knew every coverage call. You were the guy we trusted when it got loud.”
Tyler didn’t look at him. “Yeah. Just couldn’t trust me to catch a football.”
Nobody said anything after that.
The silence cracked through the table like a fault line. Around them, the bar roared — another play on the screen, another round ordered, someone yelling from across the room — but to Tyler, the sound felt like pressure in his ears.
Tyler stood, slipping on his jacket without a word at first. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet.
“I think I’m gonna take off.”
The table stilled. Katie turned toward him.
“You okay?” she asked gently.
He gave a small nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He started toward the door. Katie hesitated for half a beat, then grabbed her bag and followed.
“I’ll go too.”
Zach looked at the group, then back at Tyler’s retreating figure. A brief pause, then he stood as well.
“Same.”
“St. Joe’s game,” Jake said, leaning in. “Max takes that slant — gone in ten seconds flat.”
Rob shook his head, smiling. “Guy cut across midfield like he had a police escort. Crowd lost it.”
Zach chuckled. “That was probably my best throw all year. Or my luckiest.”
Chris raised his glass. “You had Max, you had wheels, you had the arm — it wasn’t luck.”
He paused, then grinned.
“Unlike…”
Jake turned, already laughing. “Ty — remember when Coach finally let you in at safety for two plays?”
Rob groaned. “Oh no…”
Jake could barely keep it together. “Ball hits you in the helmet, bro. You dropped a pick that hit you square in the facemask.”
Chris cracked up. “Dead center. Didn’t even flinch.”
Tyler gave a weak laugh, eyes on his drink. “Yeah… I think I blinked at the wrong time.”
“Coach didn’t even wait,” Jake said, wiping his eyes. “He just yelled, ‘Get him out!’ — before the receiver even hit the ground.”
Katie was laughing now. “Wait — he really said that?”
Rob smirked. “Loud enough the stands heard.”
Chris nodded. “And they played it at the banquet. Slowed it down. Helmet hit and everything.”
Tyler took a sip of his drink. “Iconic moment.”
Katie, still riding the wave, leaned in. “Damn, that’s some serious second string energy, Ty.”
“Hey, everyone remembers it,” Rob said, nudging him. “That’s something.”
Jake leaned in, grinning. “Man’s whole highlight reel was pacing the sideline in a hoodie.”
Katie jumped in, eyes sparkling. “Sounds like he was basically the team mascot. You should have strapped a tail on him and let him dance at halftime”
Laughter again — louder this time. Danielle raised an eyebrow at Katie, who smiled back, but for a second she wasn’t sure why it had felt so funny.
Zach’s eyes flicked to Tyler. Something unreadable passed over his face.
“Hey,” Zach said, cutting through the noise. “He knew every coverage call. You were the guy we trusted when it got loud.”
Tyler didn’t look at him. “Yeah. Just couldn’t trust me to catch a football.”
Nobody said anything after that.
The silence cracked through the table like a fault line. Around them, the bar roared — another play on the screen, another round ordered, someone yelling from across the room — but to Tyler, the sound felt like pressure in his ears.
Tyler stood, slipping on his jacket without a word at first. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet.
“I think I’m gonna take off.”
The table stilled. Katie turned toward him.
“You okay?” she asked gently.
He gave a small nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He started toward the door. Katie hesitated for half a beat, then grabbed her bag and followed.
“I’ll go too.”
Zach looked at the group, then back at Tyler’s retreating figure. A brief pause, then he stood as well.
“Same.”
Re: Second String
The sidewalk still hummed with the leftover energy of the day. Stray laughter from down the block, the rush of cars passing, the low groan of a train in the distance. But around the three of them, the air had gone still.
Katie walked a few paces ahead, heels clicking against the pavement with rhythmic defiance. Zach strolled beside her, hands in his pockets, wearing that same effortless calm. Tyler trailed behind, quiet. Too quiet.
His jaw clenched. Breathing shallow. Something boiled just beneath the surface.
“Think that was funny back there?” he called.
Katie turned, caught off guard. “What?”
“The mascot jokes. The benchwarmer crap. Laughing like it was all hilarious.”
She blinked, still coming down from the buzz of the bar. “Ty, it was a joke. Everyone was laughing, you were too, at first.”
“Yeah, well,” he said, stepping forward now, voice tightening. “Maybe it wasn’t funny. Not to me.”
Katie slowed, tension thickening in the space between them. Zach glanced over, sensing the shift immediately. His posture straightened.
“I didn’t mean anything,” Katie said carefully. “Come on they’re your friends. That’s just how guys joke, right?”
Tyler let out a sharp breath, a half-laugh that had no humor in it. “Yeah. Hilarious. Just like this whole weekend’s been one big joke.”
“What are you even talking about?” she asked, her tone rising with confusion and a flicker of anger.
“You,” he snapped. “Him. This whole thing.”
He motioned vaguely toward Zach, who now stood a few feet back, eyes on both of them, silent but alert.
“You’ve been all over him since Friday,” Tyler said.
Katie recoiled. “What? No I haven’t. Jesus, Ty.”
“Don’t gaslight me,” he shot back. “The way you look at him, laugh at every dumb thing he says like it’s gold. You hang on him like—like I’m not even there.”
She stepped closer, her voice firm. “Okay. Stop. You’re twisting this.”
“You think he’s better than me,” Tyler said, eyes narrowing.
“Just say it.”
“No, I don’t think he’s better than you,” Katie said, voice firm, almost pleading. “I don’t care that he was captain and you barely played, or that he’s taller — or that he’s funny and everyone just seems to like him right away.”
She took a breath, her eyes searching his.
“I still picked you, Ty.”
For half a second, Tyler just stood there. But the words didn’t soothe anything. They burned.
Every cell in his body screamed with jealousy, humiliation, rage twisting in his gut with nowhere to go. His fists clenched at his sides, breath coming sharp through his nose.
And then he moved.
A sudden lunge forward not fully thought out, just heat and hurt exploding out of him.
But before he could reach her, Zach was already there.
In one sharp motion, Zach stepped between them and caught Tyler’s arm. Fast, fluid, all control. He twisted it behind Tyler’s back and shoved him forward, forcing him down at the waist, locked in place.
Tyler grunted, teeth bared, face burning with fury. He twisted hard, tried to jerk free, but Zach barely budged. His grip was solid steel.
“Back. Off,” Zach said, voice low and calm. Like the outcome had already been decided.
Tyler fought, breath wild now, scrambling for any leverage but it wasn’t even close. Zach stood tall behind him, one arm pinning him in place like a grown man holding down a furious kid. He lifted Tyler’s arm higher, just enough to spike pain up through his shoulder.
“Let go of me” Tyler hissed.
Another inch.
Tyler winced hard. Gritted his teeth. Still trying to twist out.
Zach leaned in, voice quiet now, right by his ear. “You done?”
Tyler didn’t answer.
Zach pulled the arm just a bit higher.
“Calm. Down.”
Tyler let out a shaky breath, whole body tight and trembling.
Then through clenched teeth, barely above a whisper
“…Fine.”
Zach held him one second longer, then let go.
Katie walked a few paces ahead, heels clicking against the pavement with rhythmic defiance. Zach strolled beside her, hands in his pockets, wearing that same effortless calm. Tyler trailed behind, quiet. Too quiet.
His jaw clenched. Breathing shallow. Something boiled just beneath the surface.
“Think that was funny back there?” he called.
Katie turned, caught off guard. “What?”
“The mascot jokes. The benchwarmer crap. Laughing like it was all hilarious.”
She blinked, still coming down from the buzz of the bar. “Ty, it was a joke. Everyone was laughing, you were too, at first.”
“Yeah, well,” he said, stepping forward now, voice tightening. “Maybe it wasn’t funny. Not to me.”
Katie slowed, tension thickening in the space between them. Zach glanced over, sensing the shift immediately. His posture straightened.
“I didn’t mean anything,” Katie said carefully. “Come on they’re your friends. That’s just how guys joke, right?”
Tyler let out a sharp breath, a half-laugh that had no humor in it. “Yeah. Hilarious. Just like this whole weekend’s been one big joke.”
“What are you even talking about?” she asked, her tone rising with confusion and a flicker of anger.
“You,” he snapped. “Him. This whole thing.”
He motioned vaguely toward Zach, who now stood a few feet back, eyes on both of them, silent but alert.
“You’ve been all over him since Friday,” Tyler said.
Katie recoiled. “What? No I haven’t. Jesus, Ty.”
“Don’t gaslight me,” he shot back. “The way you look at him, laugh at every dumb thing he says like it’s gold. You hang on him like—like I’m not even there.”
She stepped closer, her voice firm. “Okay. Stop. You’re twisting this.”
“You think he’s better than me,” Tyler said, eyes narrowing.
“Just say it.”
“No, I don’t think he’s better than you,” Katie said, voice firm, almost pleading. “I don’t care that he was captain and you barely played, or that he’s taller — or that he’s funny and everyone just seems to like him right away.”
She took a breath, her eyes searching his.
“I still picked you, Ty.”
For half a second, Tyler just stood there. But the words didn’t soothe anything. They burned.
Every cell in his body screamed with jealousy, humiliation, rage twisting in his gut with nowhere to go. His fists clenched at his sides, breath coming sharp through his nose.
And then he moved.
A sudden lunge forward not fully thought out, just heat and hurt exploding out of him.
But before he could reach her, Zach was already there.
In one sharp motion, Zach stepped between them and caught Tyler’s arm. Fast, fluid, all control. He twisted it behind Tyler’s back and shoved him forward, forcing him down at the waist, locked in place.
Tyler grunted, teeth bared, face burning with fury. He twisted hard, tried to jerk free, but Zach barely budged. His grip was solid steel.
“Back. Off,” Zach said, voice low and calm. Like the outcome had already been decided.
Tyler fought, breath wild now, scrambling for any leverage but it wasn’t even close. Zach stood tall behind him, one arm pinning him in place like a grown man holding down a furious kid. He lifted Tyler’s arm higher, just enough to spike pain up through his shoulder.
“Let go of me” Tyler hissed.
Another inch.
Tyler winced hard. Gritted his teeth. Still trying to twist out.
Zach leaned in, voice quiet now, right by his ear. “You done?”
Tyler didn’t answer.
Zach pulled the arm just a bit higher.
“Calm. Down.”
Tyler let out a shaky breath, whole body tight and trembling.
Then through clenched teeth, barely above a whisper
“…Fine.”
Zach held him one second longer, then let go.
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Re: Second String
Please, back to the amazing sexual tension going on! Tyler is a cuck and needs this to happen.
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Re: Second String
So far pretty riveting, I like the straight to the dialog opening.
Re: Second String
The front door clicked open, spilling in the dim yellow of the hallway lights and casting long shadows across the floor.
Katie stepped in first. Her arms were crossed tight against her chest, jaw locked, eyes fixed ahead. The sharp rhythm of her heels echoed through the apartment — precise, clipped, each step laced with adrenaline and the sting of anger. She didn’t look at either of them.
Zach followed close behind, quiet now. The charm he carried so easily at the bar had drained from his face. In its place was something sterner. Protective. His gaze slid to Katie, scanning her in quick, careful glances — like he was tracking aftershocks. Then his eyes cut back to Tyler, still hovering near the doorway, stiff and uncertain. Like a guest in his own place.
Tyler came in last. Slower. His shoulders were tight, breath shallow. His eyes bounced between them — Katie, Zach, then back again — but neither returned his look. Not really.
Katie’s voice was quiet when it finally came, almost like she wasn’t talking to either of them.
“I just…” she said. “That was a lot.”
Zach nodded, eyes flicking from her to Tyler and back again.
“Yeah,” he said. “You good?”
She didn’t answer right away. Just stared ahead, jaw tense, like she was still chewing on the night.
“I don’t really feel like talking right now,” she said eventually.
Tyler took a cautious step forward.
“Yeah, I get it,” he offered. “Look, I didn’t mean to—”
“Ty…” Katie cut in. Not cruel, not angry. Just tired. “Can you just… maybe go for a bit?”
Tyler froze. “Go where?”
Zach’s voice came in smooth, casual. Too casual.
“Just out. Take a walk. Cool off. We’ll be here when you get back.”
Katie still wouldn’t look at him.
“I just need space, okay?” she said softly.
Tyler’s eyes moved between the two of them. He searched for something — a crack, a gesture, any sign this wasn’t happening. But Zach just stood there, calm as ever. And Katie was done explaining.
Tyler exhaled. “Right. Cool.”
He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair. The door didn’t slam. It closed with an eerie softness
Katie stepped in first. Her arms were crossed tight against her chest, jaw locked, eyes fixed ahead. The sharp rhythm of her heels echoed through the apartment — precise, clipped, each step laced with adrenaline and the sting of anger. She didn’t look at either of them.
Zach followed close behind, quiet now. The charm he carried so easily at the bar had drained from his face. In its place was something sterner. Protective. His gaze slid to Katie, scanning her in quick, careful glances — like he was tracking aftershocks. Then his eyes cut back to Tyler, still hovering near the doorway, stiff and uncertain. Like a guest in his own place.
Tyler came in last. Slower. His shoulders were tight, breath shallow. His eyes bounced between them — Katie, Zach, then back again — but neither returned his look. Not really.
Katie’s voice was quiet when it finally came, almost like she wasn’t talking to either of them.
“I just…” she said. “That was a lot.”
Zach nodded, eyes flicking from her to Tyler and back again.
“Yeah,” he said. “You good?”
She didn’t answer right away. Just stared ahead, jaw tense, like she was still chewing on the night.
“I don’t really feel like talking right now,” she said eventually.
Tyler took a cautious step forward.
“Yeah, I get it,” he offered. “Look, I didn’t mean to—”
“Ty…” Katie cut in. Not cruel, not angry. Just tired. “Can you just… maybe go for a bit?”
Tyler froze. “Go where?”
Zach’s voice came in smooth, casual. Too casual.
“Just out. Take a walk. Cool off. We’ll be here when you get back.”
Katie still wouldn’t look at him.
“I just need space, okay?” she said softly.
Tyler’s eyes moved between the two of them. He searched for something — a crack, a gesture, any sign this wasn’t happening. But Zach just stood there, calm as ever. And Katie was done explaining.
Tyler exhaled. “Right. Cool.”
He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair. The door didn’t slam. It closed with an eerie softness
Re: Second String
Tyler walked in and stopped cold.
Katie was across the room, back to him, facing Zach. Her dress hung loose at her sides. Zach looked up, met Tyler’s eyes, and smiled.
Not cruel. Not surprised. Just like he’d been expecting him.
Katie turned slowly, expression unreadable. Then she smiled..
“You want to see what a varsity letter really gets you?” she said, voice low and effortless.
Her hands moved behind her back. A soft click followed. Then the straps of her dress slid down her arms like an afterthought, like gravity had made the decision for her. The fabric dropped fully to her waist — bare now, completely, in front of Zach.
She straddled his lap, knees planted on either side, chest inches from his face. From where Tyler stood, all he could see was the back of her, hair falling down her spine, skin bare to the curve of her waist.
Zach looked at him — just for a second. And he grinned.
Not smug. Not cruel. Just… victorious.
Then he leaned in, and Katie pulled his face into her chest, laughing softly as she did.
Tyler’s breath caught. His face burned
Zach didn’t rush.
He stayed there, mouth working slowly over her chest, lips tracing soft paths across bare skin like he had all the time in the world. His hands held her steady, fingers splayed wide at her waist, drawing her into him with each movement.
Katie giggled breathy, light, almost playful like this was nothing serious. Like it was a secret they were finally letting Tyler in on.
Her fingers tangled in Zach’s hair, guiding him lazily, tilting her body toward him with practiced ease. Her head lolled slightly to the side, eyes fluttering shut before opening again to Tyler.
He hadn’t moved. Couldn’t.
Then Zach nipped at her breast just enough to make her gasp and laugh again, shoulders tensing in a reflexive flinch of pleasure.
She looked at Tyler like she was daring him to speak. But he didn’t.
He just stood there still, burning, and completely erased
His voice barely broke through.
“Should I leave?”
Zach didn’t answer right away. His face was still buried between her breasts, mouth working slowly, deliberately. He stayed there a moment longer like he hadn’t even heard.
Then he lifted his head, calm and unhurried, eyes cool and unreadable.
“No,” he said, voice quiet but cutting.
“I want you to watch.”
He stood up slowly, rising to his full height like the moment belonged to him.
Then, without a word, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband.
And dropped his pants.
No announcement. No hesitation. Just a quiet shift like gravity had pulled the moment forward and no one dared stop it.
Katie sat on the couch in nothing but her thong, legs folded beneath her. Her eyes dropped. And didn’t come back up.
Tyler blinked, his throat tightening. The world didn’t crack open, but something inside him tilted sharp and irreversible.
Zach stood tall, unbothered, like this was routine. Like confidence was its own kind of invitation.
Katie didn’t say anything. She moved.
Tyler stood frozen. His breath caught somewhere in his chest tight, useless. A flicker of resistance sparked inside him. Then flickered out.
Because she was already moving.
She dropped to her knees in front of Zach. No hesitation. No glance back.
He saw Zach’s hand fall gently to her hair. Katie’s eyes lifted bright, eager and locked onto Zach’s. She didn’t break eye contact as she worked. Zach’s smile spread
Tyler heard the sounds.
Soft. Rhythmic. Intimate.
Zach glanced over at him slow, almost curious — and held the look. No words. Just quiet dominance.
Then he turned back, easing into the moment like he had nowhere else to be.
Like he planned to enjoy every second of it.
And let Tyler watch.
A few moments passed. The only sound was Katie — soft, steady.
Then, finally, Zach spoke low and casual, like it was nothing at all.
“You give this kind of treatment to benchwarmers too?” Zach asked, his voice low, teasing, thick with satisfaction.
Katie didn’t answer right away. She didn’t stop, either.
She glanced up — eyes gleaming, a flicker of mischief breaking through the haze. A breathless, muffled laugh slipped from her lips.
Then, without lifting her head, her voice warm against him.
“Mmm… you really think he could handle this?”
Zach exhaled sharply, his hand tightening in her hair.
That triumphant smirk spread across his face again like he already knew the answer.
Come on,” he said. “Take it all the way.”
Katie shifted lower, settling between his legs. Her hands moved first slow, steady and then her head followed.
Her hair fell forward, hiding just enough. But Tyler could still see the motion.
There was resistance, a subtle flinch in her neck, the way her jaw worked to adjust.
Then a faint sound — a wet choke, soft but real.
She pulled back with a gasp, breathing hard through her nose, blinking fast like she was trying to hold it together.
Then she laughed — a breathless, half-embarrassed smile.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “That’s…really big.”
“You’ve been playing with JV long enough.”
“You ready to get pulled up to varsity?”
She nodded fast, breathless.
“Yes.”
Zach smirked, unconvinced.
“Hmm. I don’t know…”
But Katie didn’t wait. She leaned in again — slower this time, more focused — taking him with a practiced ease and something bolder. Her hands clutched the firm curve of his muscular ass, fingers digging in with intent. She was determined to show him she could handle all of it. Her nose finally met the warmth of his skin, nuzzling softly into his coarse hair
Zach exhaled through a grin, head tilting back slightly.
“That’s more like it.”
Zach reached for her without a word, and Katie rose to meet him, slipping easily under his arm like she belonged there.
They turned together, bare skin against bare skin, her laugh soft against his chest as they started down the hall — slow, unhurried, already somewhere else.
Tyler didn’t move.
He just watched them disappear into the bedroom, still tangled in each other, like the door wasn’t just closing behind them — it was closing on him.
Katie was across the room, back to him, facing Zach. Her dress hung loose at her sides. Zach looked up, met Tyler’s eyes, and smiled.
Not cruel. Not surprised. Just like he’d been expecting him.
Katie turned slowly, expression unreadable. Then she smiled..
“You want to see what a varsity letter really gets you?” she said, voice low and effortless.
Her hands moved behind her back. A soft click followed. Then the straps of her dress slid down her arms like an afterthought, like gravity had made the decision for her. The fabric dropped fully to her waist — bare now, completely, in front of Zach.
She straddled his lap, knees planted on either side, chest inches from his face. From where Tyler stood, all he could see was the back of her, hair falling down her spine, skin bare to the curve of her waist.
Zach looked at him — just for a second. And he grinned.
Not smug. Not cruel. Just… victorious.
Then he leaned in, and Katie pulled his face into her chest, laughing softly as she did.
Tyler’s breath caught. His face burned
Zach didn’t rush.
He stayed there, mouth working slowly over her chest, lips tracing soft paths across bare skin like he had all the time in the world. His hands held her steady, fingers splayed wide at her waist, drawing her into him with each movement.
Katie giggled breathy, light, almost playful like this was nothing serious. Like it was a secret they were finally letting Tyler in on.
Her fingers tangled in Zach’s hair, guiding him lazily, tilting her body toward him with practiced ease. Her head lolled slightly to the side, eyes fluttering shut before opening again to Tyler.
He hadn’t moved. Couldn’t.
Then Zach nipped at her breast just enough to make her gasp and laugh again, shoulders tensing in a reflexive flinch of pleasure.
She looked at Tyler like she was daring him to speak. But he didn’t.
He just stood there still, burning, and completely erased
His voice barely broke through.
“Should I leave?”
Zach didn’t answer right away. His face was still buried between her breasts, mouth working slowly, deliberately. He stayed there a moment longer like he hadn’t even heard.
Then he lifted his head, calm and unhurried, eyes cool and unreadable.
“No,” he said, voice quiet but cutting.
“I want you to watch.”
He stood up slowly, rising to his full height like the moment belonged to him.
Then, without a word, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband.
And dropped his pants.
No announcement. No hesitation. Just a quiet shift like gravity had pulled the moment forward and no one dared stop it.
Katie sat on the couch in nothing but her thong, legs folded beneath her. Her eyes dropped. And didn’t come back up.
Tyler blinked, his throat tightening. The world didn’t crack open, but something inside him tilted sharp and irreversible.
Zach stood tall, unbothered, like this was routine. Like confidence was its own kind of invitation.
Katie didn’t say anything. She moved.
Tyler stood frozen. His breath caught somewhere in his chest tight, useless. A flicker of resistance sparked inside him. Then flickered out.
Because she was already moving.
She dropped to her knees in front of Zach. No hesitation. No glance back.
He saw Zach’s hand fall gently to her hair. Katie’s eyes lifted bright, eager and locked onto Zach’s. She didn’t break eye contact as she worked. Zach’s smile spread
Tyler heard the sounds.
Soft. Rhythmic. Intimate.
Zach glanced over at him slow, almost curious — and held the look. No words. Just quiet dominance.
Then he turned back, easing into the moment like he had nowhere else to be.
Like he planned to enjoy every second of it.
And let Tyler watch.
A few moments passed. The only sound was Katie — soft, steady.
Then, finally, Zach spoke low and casual, like it was nothing at all.
“You give this kind of treatment to benchwarmers too?” Zach asked, his voice low, teasing, thick with satisfaction.
Katie didn’t answer right away. She didn’t stop, either.
She glanced up — eyes gleaming, a flicker of mischief breaking through the haze. A breathless, muffled laugh slipped from her lips.
Then, without lifting her head, her voice warm against him.
“Mmm… you really think he could handle this?”
Zach exhaled sharply, his hand tightening in her hair.
That triumphant smirk spread across his face again like he already knew the answer.
Come on,” he said. “Take it all the way.”
Katie shifted lower, settling between his legs. Her hands moved first slow, steady and then her head followed.
Her hair fell forward, hiding just enough. But Tyler could still see the motion.
There was resistance, a subtle flinch in her neck, the way her jaw worked to adjust.
Then a faint sound — a wet choke, soft but real.
She pulled back with a gasp, breathing hard through her nose, blinking fast like she was trying to hold it together.
Then she laughed — a breathless, half-embarrassed smile.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “That’s…really big.”
“You’ve been playing with JV long enough.”
“You ready to get pulled up to varsity?”
She nodded fast, breathless.
“Yes.”
Zach smirked, unconvinced.
“Hmm. I don’t know…”
But Katie didn’t wait. She leaned in again — slower this time, more focused — taking him with a practiced ease and something bolder. Her hands clutched the firm curve of his muscular ass, fingers digging in with intent. She was determined to show him she could handle all of it. Her nose finally met the warmth of his skin, nuzzling softly into his coarse hair
Zach exhaled through a grin, head tilting back slightly.
“That’s more like it.”
Zach reached for her without a word, and Katie rose to meet him, slipping easily under his arm like she belonged there.
They turned together, bare skin against bare skin, her laugh soft against his chest as they started down the hall — slow, unhurried, already somewhere else.
Tyler didn’t move.
He just watched them disappear into the bedroom, still tangled in each other, like the door wasn’t just closing behind them — it was closing on him.
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Re: Second String
Oh now you've got me wanting more of this story.
Re: Second String
If there is enough interest I will continue. Not sure if there’s anyone really invested in this.
Re: Second String
Hell! I’m in for sure, more, more, more, sometimes people are so desperate to read on, they forget to comment, excellent work
Re: Second String
This is great! Please continue.
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Re: Second String
Yes, please continue. The story has power!
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Re: Second String
Exactly. Don't stop now that it's getting good!