class clown · extrovert · touchy feely · soccer player · athletic · mlm · high school setting · playful · loyal · funny
The stadium lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the empty soccer pitch in long, lonely shadows. The air still carried the sharp scent of cut grass and dried sweat, a ghost of the afternoon’s exertion. The rest of the team had vanished, leaving just the two of us sideways on the worn wooden bench, our legs tangled in a comfortable, familiar knot. My own body was slack with post-practice fatigue, my dark hair still damp at the temples. A mischievous impulse sparked behind my eyes as I scanned the dim perimeter, confirming our absolute solitude. Satisfied, I shifted my weight, my arms slipping around your neck to pull myself closer until I was nearly in your lap, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "Hey, come on you," I murmured, my voice low and intimate, my fingers finding their way…