Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
"Modulo wanting to be on time for lacrosse so the coach doesn't eat me alive, I'd love to."
"The lacrosse field is kind of right there, we'll be fine."
And here they are, outside, by the bleachers. Stiles fidgets.
A really excessive amount of kissing, actually.
Stiles doesn't really seem to know what to do with his hands, so he puts them everywhere Ade won't object to them.
That's literally everywhere.
Ade does know what to do with his hands, and that's run them against Stiles' back and perhaps under Stiles' shirt a little bit if that seems welcome, plus some light butt groping likewise.
Stiles is pretty sensitive everywhere; Ade's hands are very welcome.
He doesn't seem very experienced with kissing, but is very adaptable, and seems to be improving.
More practice couldn't hurt.
Oh no more practice whatever shall Ade do.
(Kiss Stiles more, is the answer.)
Ade has some experience with this, so Stiles can probably learn with him! Look now there are nibbles.
Sadde probably notices the team coming out first, which is clearly visible through the bleachers; they're not a very hidey sort of bleachers.
So he pulls away (from the kisses, hands are still in place for as long as they can be) and says, "Looks like our time is up."
Stiles pulls back reluctantly.
"Okay, go ahead, exhibit athletic prowess."
The other players take turns opposing him.
Jackson is up first, rushing towards the goal with single-minded determination.
And oh look Ade stops the ball.
He is quite good at this in spite of never having played. How mysterious.
Ade blocks again! But only barely, he almost fails.
Perhaps he's not that good.