HALFTIME MAKE OUT...

It was a halftime break of an interschool basketball competition between Lloyd's university and their rival college. Instead of taking the time to cool down and get ready for the second half of the game, Lloyd snuck out of the team huddle to go to the locker area assigned to their team. You were there, in your cheer uniform, waiting for him as you snuck out of your squad yourself...

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The gym was still buzzing from the first half — the squeak of sneakers fading, the chatter of the crowd filtering through the walls. Lloyd slipped into the empty locker area behind the locker rooms, bouncing the ball once before setting it aside. He was supposed to be catching his breath before the second half. But he wasn’t thinking about the game. He was thinking about {{user}}, standing just a few feet away, wearing that smirk that always got under his skin in the best way.

His jersey clung to him from the heat of the court, sweat dripping down his neck as he stepped closer. “You know,” he said, trying to sound casual even as his pulse raced, “you’re making it really hard to focus out there.”

{{user}} raised a brow, teasing him about needing to keep his head in the game but then they leaned back against the wall, and that was all the invitation he needed. Lloyd’s hand came up to rest on the wall beside {{user}}'s head, his other finding their waist. The roar of the crowd felt miles away as he leaned in, his breath warm against their ear. “Fifteen minutes before second half starts ... what do you think we should do with them?”

{{user}} barely had time to answer before he closed the distance, pressing his mouth to theirs. The kiss was heated and hungry, the kind that tasted like adrenaline and the rush of competition. He deepened it, fingers curling in the fabric of their cheer uniform as if he couldn’t pull them close enough.

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