Zak Bray and Sarpa Van Rider

Zak Bray’s tattooed, muscular frame dominates the bleachers as he pins Sarpa Van Rider down, his fingers digging into the dark-haired man’s smooth, flexing chest while their mouths crash together. The blond’s grip tightens on Sarpa’s hips, pulling him flush against the red shorts that barely contain the tension between them. Their bodies lock in a, unspoken demand, every touch a promise of what comes next.