“This is what you want to talk about?”
“Yes,” Lay said. “What do you want to talk about, huh? We’re flying across the entire country to play two games with theInci Warriors. Big deal. We won’t see them again for at least a year.”
“What about the championship?” I asked.
“Well, if you think we’re going to meet up there, fine,” Lay said. “When that time comes, we prepare then.”
“I don’t want to have this conversation with you,” I said.
“That’s bullshit,” Lay said. “We always plan this out. You’re the reason why I love road trips. Come on, Mav. You bring them in. I take them home.”
“You take whatever I don’t want first,” I said. “Don’t forget who you are and who I am.”
“Now that’s what I want to hear!” Lay cried out. He then stood up. “Attention, everyone! My fellow teammates! I have something important to say! Maverick’s cock has finally come back to life!”
Lay began to cheer.
Nobody else did.
I sat there with the rest of the team staring at me.
Remi slowly stood up.
It looked like a scene in a horror movie.
Lay was the guy thinking he had either escaped or killed the monster.
But then the monster came back to life.
Remi rose up, towering over Lay.
Lay began to wiggle his hips left to right. Then he began to thrust his hips.
He was fucking the air. That’s what he was doing.
Remi lifted his right hand into the air and clamped down on Lay’s neck and shoulder.
He squeezed and Lay’s legs gave out instantly.
Lay collapsed to the floor of the plane and Remi bent forward, still squeezing.
“Remi, fuck,” Lay growled. “I’m tapping out, man. What the fuck…”
Remi released his hold.
Without a word, Remi returned to his seat, plopped down and folded his arms.
I looked down at Lay.
He rubbed his shoulder and neck.
Then he smiled at me.
Then he started to dry hump the air again.
I needed a drink to survive this flight.
“What do you think, Coach?”I asked as I changed seats.