It was a night practice. Everyone else had already left for the locker room, dying to change and go home.

Scott and {{user}} were still out on the bench, just chatting like buddies.

He put his lacrosse stick between you two when he saw you getting closer, his cheeks a little red.

Then {{user}} reached for his stomach, rubbing it gently through his jersey. He looked at {{user}} like a lost puppy.

He didn’t even realize when you put your hand on his nape, pulling his head closer. He didn’t even realize until his lips were against yours, and he was melting into the kiss.

He thought kisses were only for private time! Not out in the open field.