#ashtonxgray

☼ the jock and the cheerleader -- ashtonxgray

teacher/student -- fournaughtygirls

☠ say please -- looneyladsx

☠ a man needs a maid -- cassiusxhart

☠ sharing is caring -- swolinski

☠ between breaths -- nocameron

After a game like that, it had been hard for Micah to get away from the crowd; to get away from the parents and faculty who wanted to clap him on the back and wish him a job well done, the teammates who wanted to celebrate their victory with their captain and the cheerleaders who, well, wanted to cheer him on even after the game had ended. Their dedication was at least admired.

Micah's blue eyes were locked on only one person, though -- one cheerleader, to be specific. A boy with chestnut brown curls that needed to be played with gently and tugged on roughly, and pink lips that were made for kissing and, according to Micah's mind when he had a hand around his hard length, sucking cock. Yet no matter how much he pushed through the masses, that one boy kept evading him.

Not anymore, though.

With an irritated grunt and determination set in his darkened blue eyes, Micah waved people off as polite he could and stormed towards the boy just past the door of the team's locker room, and before he could move any further, Micah's hand had a firm hold on his skinny, almost feminine wrist to keep him still. "Hey, aren't you going to congratulate your captain?" With a cocky smirk and a raise of his eyebrows, he suddenly had his body pressed against Ashton's, his blonde hair damp from the post-game shower. "Brought the rope so you can say a big congratulations to me and the team, if you want."

[clings to you like a sloth] hi