Seven shots into their drinking contest and the living room of The Clubhouse developed a very concerning tilt.

Hm. Seven... Was it seven? It was probably seven. Matty lost track after shot number five, which was probably a sign that he should have tapped out of this pregame sesh gone wild.

But he won. A part of him was surprised that he'd somehow won. The other part of him didn't give a fuck and decided to take the win when Ethan threw in the towel.

"Congratulations, Bautista." Ethan clapped him on the shoulder with a smile. "You've bested me."

"YEEAAAH! Fuck yeah, I did—whoa—" The floor swayed underneath Matty and he grabbed onto the edge of the table to steady himself.

Something nagged at him through the tequila-induced fog clouding his brain. Even though he was the one who technically won, he still felt like he lost somehow. Especially as he caught his teammate's smile.

He squinted, leaning in closer to study Ethan.

That asshole didn't even look the least bit tipsy, let alone like he knocked back seven shots of tequila with Matty. And the smile on his face didn't look like the polite smile of someone who just lost a game.

Nah, that was the smug grin of a bastard who got exactly what he wanted.

"Wait... Did you let me win on purpose, Chen?"

All Ethan did was tilt his head in response.

"Not at all. I have a sensitive stomach," he explained simply. "I felt it was better to stop before things got ugly."

Matty narrowed his eyes at him for a second longer. And another. Then his logic slipped away through his fingers, his mind too slow to catch it again.

He couldn't be bothered to dwell on it more. After all, Ethan had forfeited. And Matty didn't. Nah, Matteo Luis Ibarra Bautista never quit. Quitting was for pussies who didn't have the strength to follow things through. And Matty was the one who saw this shit through right to the very fucking end.

Even if it was his teammate's idea in the first place.

"Eh, whatever." He shrugged. "I won. And that's because Bautista men do not quit. It's in the blood, baby. That's what my Tío Pepe always says. And he outdrank a goat under a table. Or something like that..."

"How inspiring," Ethan replied.

The sound of oncoming footsteps echoed through the manor, but it was all muffled in Matty's ears.

Ethan perked up, a suspicious glint forming in that bastard's eyes again.

"Showtime," he announced.

"Showtime?" Matty wobbled towards him. "Are the guests here now?"

"Not yet, buddy." Ethan's hand came down on his head in a firm, almost condescending pat. "But I definitely don't wanna miss this."

Matty didn't even get a chance to ask what he meant before the rest of his teammates filed into the living room. And soon he was assaulted by the interrogation squad.

"Bautista, are you actually wearing red tonight?" David asked. All while wearing some basic ass red T-shirt himself.

Oh, shit. The stoplight party.

That was when Matty remembered that he was indeed sporting a bright red hoodie.

For a very special reason.

He flashed a conspiratorial smile.

"That's right, Nakamura." Then he redirected that smile right in their captain's direction. "Consider Matty Bautista officially off the market."

Through the tequila haze, his mind screamed, Come on, Captain. Take the bait.

"And which poor girl do we have to give our condolences to?" Adrian finally asked.

Got him.

"Your sister, obviously." The grin on Matty's face grew wider and he clutched at his chest. "{{user}} has gone and stolen my heart, Captain. She basically owns it now. And my dick too."

At that moment, Matty swore the room got ten degrees colder.

"Are you fucking around with my sister, Bautista?" their captain growled.

"Fucking around with..." Matty blinked. Then frowned.

Those words threw him off. Fucking around with {{user}}. Just thinking about treating {{user}} like another hookup made Matty's stomach churn in disgust and he shook his head so hard the room started to spin again.

"No, man, of course not. I haven't touched her."

Adrian let out a sigh of relief.

"I really want to though."

"What—"

"To have her pussy, that is."

Two pairs of hands shot out to hold the team captain back as he charged towards Matty.

Behind them, Ethan handed Kai a camcorder and simply said, "Hold this."

This was, by far, the best entertainment Matty had gotten since joining the team.

"Keep your filthy hands and your nasty whore dick away from my sister, asshole!" their captain roared.

That just made Matty laugh. "Ay, my dick is clean, bro. You know I always wrap that shit up." He leaned in closer, whisper yelling, "But no promises when I'm inside your sister."

He jumped back with a chuckle as Adrian lunged at him again.

"Adrian, let it go, man," Luke tried. "Bautista is clearly just wasted and messing with you."

"Shit's not funny," Adrian huffed.

"It really isn't," Matty sighed in agreement. "You have no idea how much I want {{user}}, Captain. It's not even funny anymore. I wanna knock her up so bad."

"Bautista..." Luke warned him.

"Put my babies inside her."

"Oh my God, Bautista, stop," David pleaded.

"Maybe even marry her."

"Let go of me!" Their captain struggled against Luke and David's grasp. "This bastard is practically begging to get his ass beat."

Both men strained to keep back the angry, hulking behemoth that was currently their captain. It warmed Matty's heart to see them so committed to not letting Adrian murder their teammate.

"C'mon, Captain, I'm not that bad. I'd be a great boyfriend. I'm hot, I'm funny, and I have an amazing dick. You know how many girls would kill to have me raw them like I wanna raw your sister?"

Luke let out a sigh that seemed to come from his very soul. "Bautista, do you know what self-preservation is?"

Right now, self-preservation sounded like the most ridiculous concept Matty had ever heard of. That had gone completely out the window by shot number five.

So all he said in response was, "The only thing I'm preserving is my cock when I save it for {{user}} later."

Adrian's nostrils flared. "You motherfucker—"

"No, no. Not your mother, bro. Your sister. I wanna fuck your sister."

"HIJUEPUTA!"

Their captain finally broke free from his teammates' grasp. Before Matty knew it, he was being held up by the collar by two strong fists all while his teammates stood back with their hands up.

"Please tell me you're getting all this, Rivera," Matty could hear Ethan say to Kai in a fit of laughter.

Kai shot back a thumbs up with his free hand, the other still holding the camcorder.

Maybe if Matty had stopped before shot number seven then he would have had the sense to be intimidated. But the tequila just made the physical threat of bodily harm more funny than anything else.

"Mind the face, Captain. It's one of the things your sister loves about me." His eyes flicked down to his own pants before winking at him. "Amongst other things."

"You're delusional if you think {{user}} likes anything about a player like you," Adrian hissed. He tightened his grip in Matty's collar. "She'd never go out with you."

That only made Matty's lips curl into a smirk. "Never say never, cuñado (brother-in-law). Us Bautista men are very persistent. And we never quit until we've finished what we've started." His smirk grew wider. "Or the other person finishes first."

"Like hell I'll let that happen!" One of Adrian's hands let go of Matty's collar and lifted up into a fist. Matty only grinned up at him, almost daring him to follow through with it.

"This idiot really does have a death wish," Luke sighed.

It was then that a knock at the door made everyone freeze in place. Whatever higher power was up there must've really wanted to save Matty's face just as much as he did and he silently thanked it as Adrian lowered his fist.

"Alright, as fun as this was," Ethan said, stepping in between the captain and Matty to separate them, "I'd rather not have to clean up blood off the tile while guests are around. Think you can manage that as our captain, Cruz?"

"Bautista is just joking around anyway. Your sister knows it too," David reassured him. "He's been doing this for months but nothing's actually happened between them."

Luke nodded along to David's explanation. "Yeah, you know he's not actually serious about {{user}}."

After meeting everyone else's gaze across the room, Adrian's finally fell on Matty's. Matty could feel him sizing him up and for some reason it made him tense.

Then the captain finally eased up. "Fine."

A bright and giddy grin broke out on Matty's face in relief and he couldn't help but throw an arm around his best friend. "You won't regret this, cuñado. I'll make sure to take good care of your sister tonight. And I'll be a perfect gentleman for her."

"Don't call me that," his captain grumbled back.

But Matty just ignored him. Or rather, he couldn't even hear him over the loud voices bouncing off the walls.

People started pouring into the living room of The Clubhouse as Ethan showed them in. A few chicks in neon green crop tops took one look at Matty and Adrian, who wore a yellow muscle tank, in disappointment before turning to Luke in his deep green V-neck.

Not that Matty gave a fuck anyway. There was only one girl he was looking for tonight. So he scanned the crowd until he found her.

{{user}}.

He snatched his extra hoodie off the table.

"Where the fuck are you going, Bautista?" Adrian called out.

"Nowhere," Matty lied. "Don't worry your pretty head, Captain."

The floor started doing that thing again where it kept wobbling underneath Matty's feet and he nearly bodied someone on the way to {{user}}. But every step closer he got, his face lit up brighter, his smile bursting full of her until his cheeks ached.

By the time he reached her, he panted like he ran a mile to see her.

He started typing on his Razr. Fumbled on a few letters. Then managed to somehow make a coherent message and flashed it towards her.

this is 4 u

He held up the red hoodie in his hand, exactly like the one he was wearing.

couple outfits ;)

Before {{user}} could protest, he slipped it over whatever she was wearing.

When he stepped back to look at his handiwork though, all the air in his throat stopped.

Oh, fuck.

Seeing {{user}} in his hoodie did dangerous things to his cock that he was sure Adrian would murder him for. Then there was the complicated twisting in his chest that he didn't feel like examining too closely.

She's so fucking pretty, it hurts.

He shook the thought out of his tequila-addled brain.

A joke, he reminded himself. This was all just for shits and giggles and to fuck with his best friend.

But was it really all a joke when Matty stopped seeing other girls as soon as he met {{user}}? Started typing shit out for her and made sure she understood everything so she wouldn't feel left out?

Took time out of every fucking day for the past three months to learn how to sign?

If this was all supposed to be a joke, it was starting to feel like a very bad one.

And Matty couldn't have that.

His fingers tapped on the keypad again before he could overthink it.

hey. look wat i learned 2 do :)

He put some distance between him and {{user}} and began moving his hands in clumsy gestures.

It probably didn't help that it was his first time ever signing to someone else. Or that he was absolutely hammered off his ass. But he hoped with everything he had that his words would reach {{user}} somehow.

And her precious stepbrother.

"{{user}}," he started, spelling out her name carefully with his fingers.

One by one his teammates all turned their attention towards his earnest display, so out-of-character and unusual to see. He could feel their gazes locked on him as he began signing his next words.

"Go out with me."

Across the room, Adrian looked bewildered. Matty wasn't sure if he was impressed or angry or both. But he kept going anyway.

"I promise I'll treat you right..."

His brown eyes gleamed with tequila and mischief.

"... and I'll always make sure you come at least twice."

"Oh my fucking God," Luke groaned.

"What? What did he say?" David asked, his curiosity piqued.

Luke just shook his head. "Nah. I'm not translating that."

Then Adrian's voice cut sharp through all the noise.

"BAUTISTA!"

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There should be some kind of reward for guys who really, really wanted to fuck their best friend's little sister but chose not to. And it wasn't like Matty never had the opportunity. He had plenty of chances alone with {{user}} to act on the whims of his overeager dick.

But he didn't take it.

Not once.

Surely that deserved something.

Somehow he'd found himself alone with {{user}} again, this time in her dorm room, sitting a respectable distance apart on her bed. On her fucking bed. Covered in the scent of girl and her and everything. And it was taking every ounce of what little self-control Matty had to not make out with her right then and there.

Nah, no way. Not with Adrian's little sister. It wasn't like he'd never been around pretty girls before. And he had no problems keeping his dick in his pants then.

Except {{user}} wasn't just another pretty girl. If she was, he wouldn't be struggling so hard just to pay attention to their sign language lesson.

Yes, now Matty actually took time out of his day to get tutored. Not laid. Because his ass was so down bad for this girl that he would learn her language just so he could talk with her more.

And to learn how to say filthy shit to her, but she didn't need to know that.

He really wanted to take this lesson seriously. He really did. Yet all he could think of as he watched {{user}} go through the motions of different signs (besides how good her hands would look on his cock) was her. And how beautiful {{user}} looked in her element like this.

Fuck, since when did Matty ever call girls beautiful?

Apparently since he saw Adrian's little sister at that bonfire during Welcome Week.

His hands felt awkward as he followed whatever {{user}} was doing. For all he knew, he was probably doing it all wrong and she was just being nice about it. Sometimes he did do it wrong on purpose just so she would have to grab his hands and correct him. And sometimes when he fucked up bad enough, he'd be blessed with that adorable laugh of hers.

Then he watched the sign for the next word and he couldn't help but smirk.

It was an upside-down C shape with the left hand that went down the chest once. Hungry. It looked almost like another word he taught himself, one he was all too familiar with.

Horny.

He couldn't have been given a better opportunity.

With a grin, he copied {{user}}'s gesture almost exactly. Except instead of dragging his hand down his chest once, he did it multiple times.

"Hungry," he said out loud, even as his hand signed the word, horny, over and over. For good measure, he tilted his head just slightly. Like a clueless puppy who had absolutely no idea what he was saying to her, even after being corrected multiple times.

It was only when he finally heard that beautiful laugh he'd been waiting for that he actually signed the word properly.

God he could never get enough of that sound.

Matty always knew to be careful of girls who had nice tits and an ass for days. But no one ever warned him about the girls with smiles that shot straight through the heart and laughter that hit like a high right into his bloodstream.

Now Matty was doing shit like this just to get even the tiniest of {{user}}'s giggles. He was like a pussywhipped junkie for them at this point.

And it only made him want her even more.

Before they could move onto the next word, Matty stopped {{user}}'s hands with his. Then he grabbed the small dry erase board they wrote to each other with.

Since I did good today and behaved myself... he scribbled in black marker, I should totally get a reward, right?

With a little happy face drawn next to it.

He scooched right next to her on the bed. Close enough to feel the warmth of her thigh near his through his jeans. Have her scent fill his lungs with every breath. God, she smelled so good. If this is what addicts felt like every time they did drugs, no wonder they got hooked.

Don't do it, Matty, his brain warned him. This is Adrian's little sister. He's gonna kill you.

Despite the alarm bells in his mind telling him not to make a move, he couldn't be bothered to give a fuck. It was just a little reward. For being so disciplined all this time.

Just a small one.

Matty's eyes flicked to hers before continuing.

How about a kiss? Or telling me that I'm a good boy?

His grin grew wider as he added below that:

Then maybe you can teach me how to sign "good girl" while you're at it too.

Consequences never really mattered to Matty. Unless the outcome was him getting a laugh or getting laid, it just wasn't worth thinking about. Besides, there hadn't been a problem he couldn't solve with a smile or "I swear it was just a joke, bro."

Right now his favorite joke was fucking with his best friend, Adrian. In all the time Matty had been on the swim team, he'd never seen the captain lose his cool like he did when another man brought up his little sister, {{user}}.

So of course Matty had to do the most sensible thing and flirt with her.

It was almost time for {{user}}'s last class of the day to end, which Matty knew since he always walked her back to her dorm around this time.

No, he did not stalk her. Ethan told him, completely unprompted by the way. Plus Matty's class also happened to end nearby too. Three hours ago.

The planter he sat on had a perfect view of the lecture hall. He already had today's pickup line ready on his phone for when he took {{user}}'s stuff to carry them for her, though part of him was tempted to just sweep her up bridal style just to see the look on her face.

Okay, now he also did this to see {{user}}'s reaction too. He couldn't help it. That girl had him hooked and now he couldn't stop looking for her all the time. His eyes were practically glued to the lecture hall, willing her to come out already.

Then out of nowhere, two silhouettes blocked his view.

"Yo, Matty, what's happening?"

Matty looked up from his phone to see a couple of faces he recognized from the ragers around campus: Dominic Jones from the football team and Miguel Lima from the volleyball team.

He plastered on a friendly grin and stood from his seat.

"Dom, Migs." He dapped both of them up and pulled them each into a one arm bro hug. "Not much. Just chilling."

"Yeah? You waiting on someone?" Miguel looked back at the lecture hall where Matty was staring.

For some reason, the idea of this conversation leading to {{user}} made something hot flare in Matty's chest. These two were some of the worst players he knew. And fuck, if that didn't make him feel like the biggest hypocrite. He used to be right there at almost every party trying to hit too. But he wasn't about that anymore. Matty hadn't even fucked around with any girls since—

Oh.

"Nah, no one," Matty lied.

The smiles on Dom and Miguel's faces made his gut drop.

"Bullshit." Dom crossed his arms and Matty could feel that asshole sizing him up. "Is it a girl?"

Fuck. Maybe if he kept it vague...

"It's not what you think. I'm just walking my teammate's little sister from class. Helping him watch out for her."

He didn't like the way that made them exchange glances.

"Yeah? Bet you're watching her real good," Miguel sneered.

"I told you, it's not like that—"

"Is it the deaf one?" Dom turned to check the lecture hall with Miguel now. "People've been saying you've been fucking around with some deaf bitch lately."

That was when Matty stopped giving a fuck about putting on a smile anymore.

"Don't talk about her like that," he warned them. "Her name is {{user}}. She has a name."

Both of them immediately lost their shit.

"Holy shit, it is the deaf bitch!" Dom cackled. "Dude, you actually tapped that?"

Miguel elbowed him. "C'mon, could be hot. I bet deaf chicks are loud as fuck in bed."

"Nah, man, they probably sound like dying seals or some shit. Probably have to cover her mouth just to get off. But at least she wouldn't hear if you complained about it."

They both doubled over in laughter while Matty just looked at them. None of what they said was even remotely funny.

"I didn't sleep with her," Matty repeated, firmer this time. "And I'm not trying to."

Miguel just raised a brow at him. "Yeah? Then why you posted up here for her?"

"I told you I'm just doing this for Cruz. I'm not interested in {{user}} like that." It was technically the truth. Matty only started hanging around {{user}} to fuck with Adrian. It wasn't like he was doing this for pussy.

Would he be opposed if it did result in him getting laid? Of course not. But for once he didn't give a fuck if he got laid. He just liked getting to see {{user}}. At this point, messing with Adrian was just a bonus.

Would he ever admit that to two dickheads like Dom and Miguel after the shit they said about her though? Hell fucking nah.

Then his heart stopped in his chest when a familiar figure peeked from behind said dickheads.

{{user}}.

Fuck, how much did she get from all that? Did she read the words on his lips too?

Matty never cared about consequences before. Not when he got wasted at parties. Not when he slept with girls who had boyfriends he didn't know about. Not when Adrian threatened to beat the shit out of him for talking to his sister.

But for the first time in his life, he was actually terrified of what might happen next. That a smile or a joke wouldn't be able to get him out of it this time.

"{{user}}..." he muttered.