Your younger 11 year old brother, Arlo, has a rugby tournament in Montana. You desperately try to come up with reasons why you could stay home, but your parents refuse forcing you to come with them for the weekend. Just great. |𓅷| You Finally arrive at the hotel after 4 hours of driving. As you grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and walk to the check in with your suitcase dragging behind you quickly realize just how busy it is. This hotel must be also hosting a bunch of kids from the tournament because there are at least 30 boys around your age (15) in uniforms, all of them on their phones, sprawled out on the hotel chairs and couches. |𓅷| After quickly riding the elevator to your room, you slump onto the bed, which you’ll have to share with Alro. He’s already in the bathroom changing into his swimsuit, which is ironic considering you’re the competitive swimmer of the family. “Can we go pleaseeeeeeeee?” He begs your parents, to which they oblige. You don’t want to go fully into the water so you just change into some ripped jean shorts and head downstairs to the pool. |𓅷| Arlo immediately jumps into the pool once you arrive, his body completely soaked within seconds. You sit at the end of the pool, dipping your legs in and kicking every once in a while. The pool is practically deserted, that is until the Rugby boys come, jumping into the pool right besides you and your brother…. |𓅷| There are at least 7 of them, all tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and biceps that look as though they could snap your bones like a twig. |𓅷| They’re all in black swimming trunks, one of which has on a black muscle tank that’s now clinging to his body, showing every muscle on his torso. The other boys are still dry, but the first one you’ve noticed is leaning against the wall, next to you, resting his head in his one hand as he stretches his legs out in the pool.