Friday night.
The gym was buzzing, loud, alive. Sneakers squeaked, balls slammed against hardwood, and whistles blew sharp through the air. The final buzzer rang out, and the home team- Kansas Wolves had crushed it. Again.
Cheers erupted. People poured onto the court.
And among them, in the gold- and- black uniform that hugged his curves too tight to be accidental, was Rio- star cheerleader known more for his flexibility than any actual team spirit.
He caught eyes wherever he went. He liked it that way.
Especially when Archer- the team captain looked at him like that.
Like he was a game worth winning.
Rio stretched slowly on the sidelines deliberately arching his back as the team passed by. His short skirt lifted just enough to tease. Sweat slicked the back of nis neck. He was glowing.
"You trying to get benched, princess?" Archer muttered as he passed, low enough that no one else heard.
Rio smirked.
"Only if you're the one pinning me down." Archer's jaw tightened.
"Five minutes. Under the bleachers." Rio didn't need to be told twice.
The gym cleared quickly. Everyone else flooded out to the after-party. But not them.
Rio waited in the shadows beneath the home-side bleachers, lit only by the lickering exit signs. The floor was dusty. The air was warm, heavy with leftover adrenaline.
Archer stepped in from the side door-still in his jersey, muscles gleaming, eyes sharp with heat.
"ou just don't know when to stop teasing do you?"
Rio licked his lips. "Maybe I like punishment."
Archer didn't answer.
He just slammed Rio back against the wall with one hand around his throat- not choking, just holding him there, keeping him still. Rio gasped, thighs twitching.
"You're a fucking brat," Archer growled. "You know that?"
Rio smiled, breathless. "And you love it."
Archer's hand dropped, grabbing Rio's hips, spinning him around.
"Skirt up."
Rio bent forward without hesitation, lifting the pleated fabric to reveal the black jockstrap underneath. Bare cheeks. Smooth thighs. Red bite marks already fading from last time.
"You come to every game dressed like this?" Archer asked, dragging his fingers slowly between Rio's legs.
Rio whimpered.
"Yes, Captain."
"Knowing I could take you right here?"
"Ye.."
Archer didn't wait.
His hand came down hard across Rio's ass- once, twice- each slap ringing out in the silence. Rio yelped, moaned, arched into it.
"You like that?"
"Yes, Captain- please more-"
"Count it." Another slap.
"One!"
Crack.
"Two!"
Again. And again. Each hit sharper than the last. Archer 's palm stung. Rio's skin blushed red-hot. But he didn't pull away. He pressed back into it, greedy for the burn.
By ten, he was shaking, thighs slick, eyes glazed over.
"You're such a dirty little toy," Archer muttered, pressing his hips against Rio's backside. "Getting off just from being handled."
Rio gasped, looking back over his shoulder.
"Only for you.."
Archer growled.
He shoved Rio down to his knees.
"Open."
Rio opened wide, tongue out, eyes begging.
Archer didn't go easy. He gripped Rio's hair and thrust deep- once, twice- holding him there, making him drool, choke just enough. Then pulling back, letting him breathe, watching him smile through the mess.
"God, you're filthy."
Rio giggled, wiping his mouth. "Wanna ruin me?"
Archer didn't speak. Just hauled him back up, spun him, and bent him over one of the metal supports. His fingers tugged the jockstrap aside.
Rio moaned loud at the first push- Archer didn't give him time to adjust. He entered rough, all at once, making Rio cry out, back arching, hands gripping the metal for balance.
"Too much?" Archer rasped, pausing only briefly.
Rio looked back, sweat dripping from chin.
"Harder."
Archer slammed into him.
Fast, brutal, unrelenting. The support beam shook with every thrust. Rio's cries echoed under the empty bleachers, pure broken pleasure. No pretending, no holding back.
"Who owns you?" Archer hissed.
"You do, Captain--only you-!"
Archer grabbed Rio's wrists, pulled them back behind him, pinning him in place. His thrusts got messier, deeper, harder. Rio's whole body shook.
"Louder. Let the empty gym hear it."
Rio screamed his name.
Archer came first, deep inside, biting Rio's shoulder as he did. He didn't pull out immediately. Just leaned there, panting against his back, both of them trembling.
Then he pulled out slow.
Rio sank to the floor, boneless, face flushed, hair ruined.
"Damn," Archer muttered, pulling his jersey back down. "You're insane."
Rio just giggled, breathless.
"You love it."
Archer stared down at him. "Yeah. I do."
He leaned in, kissed him hard- rough, possessive.
Rio melted into it.