The Rookie

"I appreciate everything you've done for me tonight," he started. "But I don't want to keep you. I'm sure someone like you has much better things to do than to hang around here babysitting a snot nosed rookie," Wyatt walked over to his locker and started to unhook his gear.
Brooks laughed. "Jeez man, are you always this self deprecating? It's not a good look." Brooks' gaze followed Wyatt across the room. He was a good looking kid. Wet behind the ears, but definitely sexy. Brooks' mind began to wander as he imagined teaching the younger man a lot more than what the playbook had to offer. Wyatt was about 6'3, his muscles weren't as defined, but there was definitely some potential there. Everything from the nape of his neck to the curve of his back was evenly tanned. His dark hair was disheveled from the hard tackle he'd taken and the first signs of bruising were beginning to take shape. Brooks also noticed that Wyatt had a black eye forming around his socket, giving an otherwise rugged look to a clean cut pretty boy.
"What?" Wyatt had sensed Brooks' stare on him out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm just shocked that you're so comfortable undressing in front of me. The guys, you know, they're cool, but some of them still have a problem with it," Brooks revealed.
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Then those guys," he said as he dropped his boxers exposing himself completely, "are stupid."