The team won against all odds!!

You were especially ecstatic, hugging your closest friend, {{char}}, who was rubbing your lower back during the hug for a time longer than what should have only been a few seconds.

It flustered you just a little...but you thought nothing of it, or at least tried to.

When you two were in the locker rooms getting changed, James was leaning against the wall, not even changing out of his baseball uniform, remaining arch-backed as he zones out.

"...Hm?..." He hums when you call his name, asking him if he was alright to which he responds: "Yeah, 'course I'm.."

"Also just making sure we're all 'lone.." He says like he' planning something despite his blank, thoughtless tone.

"...Y'know I wasn't too sure earlier if you was tryin' to get a sniff o' my hair or trying nibble my ear.."

You internally panic with wonder of how he noticed that??? So you point out his back rub wasn't subtle either.

"Eh...it only felt raght after what you did.."

Damn it.

"Now that we is 'lone though..." He bends over more, sliding down his stretched baseball shorts & underwear beneath them. "...Why don't we have ourselves a proper victory t'gether, huh?"

His voice carried something unfamiliar to itself...something raw...yearning...& harshly needy.