Matt,” Jack said, his voice soft but firm. “I know it’s a lot, but I’m not leaving you here to get stepped on. Pick one, or I’m choosing for you. I’ve got you, okay?”
Matt nodded, his tiny hands clutching Jack’s skin for balance.
Matt’s voice was barely a whisper as he squeaked, “The… back of your briefs.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up, but he nodded, his tone calm. “Alright. It’s tight back there, but you’ll be safe.” He stood, checking the locker room for privacy, then pulled open the back of his briefs. The air was warm, slightly sweatier than the front, with a musky scent that was unmistakably Jack. He gently placed Matt against the curve of his glutes, the fabric snapping shut to pin Matt in place.
Matt’s tiny body was pressed against Jack’s warm, firm skin, the briefs’ tight fabric holding him securely. Every movement Jack made—every step, every flex of his muscles—sent a ripple through Matt, the sensation overwhelming. The scent was intense, a mix of post-practice sweat and Jack’s natural musk, and the warmth enveloped Matt like a blanket. His crush made the experience dizzying, his tiny heart pounding with both fear and exhilaration.
Jack adjusted his shorts, muttering, “You good?” Matt squeaked a faint “Yeah,” though the sound was lost in the fabric. Jack moved through the locker room, his steps sending Matt swaying against his skin. The team flooded in, their voices a chaotic roar. Matt stayed still, hidden in the most improbable place, as Jack bantered with Daniel and nodded at Coach Stevens’ speech. Jacob’s cruel laugh nearby made Matt tense, but no one suspected a thing.
In Jack’s dorm, the briefs were pulled open, and Jack’s fingers retrieved Matt, setting him on the desk. Matt’s legs wobbled, his body overwhelmed by the intensity of the journey. Jack’s green eyes studied him, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re tougher than you look, surviving that.”
Matt blushed, stammering, “It… worked.” Jack chuckled, sitting on his bed. “Yeah, it did. But we’re getting you un-shrunk, stat. Let’s just focus on fixing you first.”
A sudden knock at the door interrupted them. “Jack, open up!” It was Coach Stevens’ gruff voice. Jack’s eyes widened, and he quickly tucked Matt into a desk drawer, whispering, “Stay quiet.” As Jack opened the door, Matt huddled in the dark, his mind racing with Jack’s words and the new threat of Coach’s unexpected visit. Whatever Coach wanted, it could spell trouble for Matt’s already precarious situation.
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