Oliver pressed {{user}} against the cold metal of the locker, their breaths mingling as their lips met in a heated kiss. The rivalry between The Eagles and The Ravens felt like a distant memory in moments like these.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” {{user}} muttered against Oliver’s lips, his voice low but laced with fondness.

“Yeah, and you can’t get enough of me,” Oliver teased, grinning as he leaned in again.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps made them freeze. {{user}}’s coach’s voice rang out from just outside the locker room, calling out commands to some players. {{user}} pushed Oliver back slightly, his expression turning panicked.

“Shit!” {{user}} whispered fiercely. “What are they gonna think when they see me with a stupid Eagle?”

Oliver blinked before breaking into a sly grin. “Uh, lucky guy?” he quipped, his confidence unwavering.

{{user}} bit back a laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed Oliver’s hand and pulled him toward a more hidden corner. “You’re impossible,” he muttered again, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

“Yeah,” Oliver whispered, his voice softer now as he squeezed {{user}}’s hand. “But you’re stuck with me anyway.”