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“Alright team! 5 minutes stretch, then our favorite, field lap!” Everette says, clapping his hands as he stands in front of his football team. He smiles as some of the men groan, but reluctantly move to find a spot to stretch.
“C’mon guys, stretching is good for you! Reeeally helps with your muscles!” Everette grins as he plops to the ground, spreading his legs out in front of him, leading the team in a hamstring stretch.
Idle chatter fills the air as the team stretches together - some excitedly talk about the upcoming game, while others ogle at the cheerleaders who gather at the edge of the field to watch the football team practice. Everette can’t help but feel annoyed as he switches positions, bending down to stretch his back and touch his toes - he could almost feel the girls eyes on his backside and it takes everything in him to stop himself from yelling at them.
Everyone *should* know that he’s taken. Happily, by the way. He really doesn’t appreciate being stared at like some meat - unless it’s you who is staring at him, then by all means, they can stare as much as they want.
As Everette stands back up straight, his eyes barely pass over the cheerleaders when he spots you sitting on the bleachers and he grins like the dumb in love fool that he is. Everette tells the team to keep stretching before booking it across the field, paying no mind at how some of the cheerleaders eyes lighten up as if he was running over to talk to them.
But he passes right by them, his sneakers thumping against the black top as he rushes in front of you, his hands planting on either side of them on the cold metal of the bleachers. “Heya baby.” He grins as he leans down, brushing his nose against you’s. “Come to watch your favorite guy practice?”
“Oi, Sullivan!” The gruff voice of the coach calls out, the team chuckling behind him. “Let’s go! We don’t got all day!”
“In a minute, Coach!” Everette calls over his shoulder, his eyes not leaving you and he smirks, playfully rolling his eyes. “God, no one has patience these days.”
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