Ike gripped the fence behind Firkle underneath the stadium bleachers. Firkle had his arms wrapped around his neck, one of his hands combing through his hair. There lips connected in a deep kiss, Firkle on his tiptoes pulling Ike down to him.

Firkle pulled away, admiring his lipstick stain on Ike's lips. He dropped down to his flat feet, his feet hurting slightly from standing in the faux high heel position for so long.

Ike noticed his discomfort and backed up slightly, but Firkle's hands drifted down to his shirt, gripping tightly; keeping them close together.

"Do you want to stop?" Ike asked. If Firkle was uncomfortable for any reason he was going to make sure everything was okay. He didn't want to hurt him or anything.

"Stop being so tall, dick," Firkle said looking away, "I don't want to stand on my toes anymore."

Ike smiled and moved back to crowd Firkle. He removed his hands from the fence and gripped Firkle's hips instead, leaning down uncomfortably to kiss him. Firkle kisses back almost immediately.

Ike lowered his hands making Firkle blush heavily, and then picked Firkle up off the ground. Firkle gasped and wrapped his legs tightly around Ike's waist, pulling his hips harshly against his own. Ike presses his back into the fence, getting as close to Firkle as he could.

Firkle kept his hands flat on Ike's chest as Ike's hands stayed fairly low on Firkle's back- and a little lower than his lower back.

Ike pulled away and Firkle moved to kiss Ike's neck. Kissing lightly from his shirt collar to his jawline and Ike was swooning all over again. Ike's grip slipped down to grab Firkle's ass, which made Firkle moan quietly right next to his hear sending heat all through Ike's body.

Firkle moved back to kiss Ike's jawline and neck again, stopping to bite lightly at Ike's earlobe making him groan delightfully. Firkle continued down his neck, stopping to give him a hickey right between his shoulder and his neck, moving his jersey as much as it would move.

Firkle bit down lightly, barely nibbling. "Please don't leave any more marks," Ike said pulling Firkle's hips against his, making Firkle let out a cut off whimper next to his ear again.

Ike must not like Firkle marking him. Which was fine because Ike probably just didn't want to explain any hickies to his family or friends, which was reasonable. Firkle could leave hickies elsewhere.

"But Ike," Firkle said breathily, moaning slightly as he said the other's name, "I just wanna..." show my feelings for you. Firkle nipped under Ike's jaw lightly instead of finishing his sentence.

A whistle sounded on the field and Ike looked over. He looked back at Firkle who was looking at him with hooded eyes.

"I have to go to practice now," he breathed. Firkle nodded pulling his sweated sleeve over Ike's lips. Then down his neck where all the black lipstick was. Ike was swooning so hard. Then he looked back at Ike's eyes and watched Ike look down at his lips.

"Can I kiss you one more time?" Ike asked, and Firkle wanted Ike to just fuck him already. Firkle pecked him quickly instead, pushing his heel into Ike's back so he would put him down.

"I'll see you after practice," Ike said jogging away.