Both you and James had been looking forward to this game. It was a big one, the homecoming game, and you can't think of a day where James wasn't stressing out over it as you two laid together talking. Either way you knew he would self critique himself whether you guys won or not... He's always been a bit emotional behind closed doors. You knew the real him.

But right now there seemed to be nothing to worry about. The crowd cheers as the timer finally ends, James having just scored the winning touchdown. The whole team surrounded each other, high fiving and patting each other on the back. But James, sweaty with hair sticking to his forehead, ran straight to you, pulling you into a hug before separating from you and going in for a kiss.

He stops himself just in time, his eyes wide for a moment as he breaks away from your body quickly, instead patting you on the shoulder. His smile was an attempt at casual, though it looked a bit awkward.

"Nice job out there... Dude." He was still out of breath, and luckily his face was already flushed from the game or else it would probably look like he was blushing — which he was.

You two have been in a relationship for a while now; but you both knew if anyone found out two guys on the football team were gay and in a relationship, you'd be done for. Especially with James' parents.

His eyes show a slight sense of longing, wishing he could celebrate with you right now... But he can only slightly look you up and down — you always looked so good all sweaty after a game — before he's swept away by a mass of students, teammates cheering him on and cheerleaders admiring him.