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 shook as he squeaked, “Your… armpit. Under the jersey.”
Jack nodded, his expression serious but gentle. “Got it. It’s sweaty, but you’ll be hidden.” He lifted his jersey, revealing the warm, hairy expanse of his armpit. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fading deodorant, a potent mix that hit Matt as Jack gently pressed him against the skin, lowering his arm to hold Matt in place. The jersey fell back, plunging Matt into warm darkness.
Matt’s tiny body was cradled against Jack’s skin, the coarse hair and slick sweat pressing against him. The warmth was intense, the scent overwhelming—a raw, masculine mix of Jack’s post-practice musk and a hint of pine deodorant. Every breath Jack took, every flex of his arm, sent a gentle pressure through Matt, his tiny pulse racing. His crush made the intimacy both thrilling and terrifying, his body tingling with every heartbeat he felt through Jack’s skin.
Jack moved through the locker room, his arm kept low to secure Matt. The team’s noise filled the air—Daniel’s jokes, Jacob’s taunts, Coach Stevens’ speech. Matt stayed still, hidden in Jack’s armpit, the warmth and scent grounding him even as his fear spiked. Jack’s voice rumbled above, casual and confident, giving no hint of his tiny passenger.
In Jack’s dorm, the jersey was lifted, and Jack’s fingers gently retrieved Matt, placing him on the desk. Matt gasped, his body slick with sweat—not his own. Jack’s green eyes studied him, a mix of concern and amusement. “You okay? That was… intense.”
Matt nodded, his face burning. “Yeah… I’m fine.” Jack chuckled, sitting on his bed. “You’re a trooper. But we’re fixing this shrinking thing, no question. And… I know how you feel about me.” His voice softened, his gaze steady. “I’m not sure what I feel yet, but I’m not pushing you away. Let’s get you back to normal first.”
Before Matt could respond, a loud knock shook the door. “Jack! It’s Michael!” jack suitemate. The voice was sharp, demanding. Jack cursed, scooping Matt up and tucking him into a pencil case. “Stay hidden,” he whispered, opening the door. Michael hulking form loomed, his cute smirk making Matt’s tiny body tense. Whatever Michael was here for, it wasn’t good—and Matt’s tiny size left him vulnerable in a way he’d never imagined.
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