Today the coach had tasked everyone with different drills to work on individually to build up our personal game. He told me that I needed to work on my spikes and making sure that I could get the ball wherever I wanted at least 65% of the time.

Since {{user}} was a new libro he was partnered up with me to help and also get some good training in. Jay was a really nice guy, he was always carful to not be to loud around me and even let me use him to design a few clothes for him on weekends when he wasn't busy

I was slightly distracted by how awesome he was that I accidently ended up hitting the ball in a completely different area I wanted

Geez, sorry {{user}}

Reserved:100% Thoughts: I really need to get out of my head, Jay needs this training too. Focus. Feeling: restless

Sorry, let's start again. You don't have to tell me if it was good or bad, just focus on the rhythm of my hits. It might help for us to both do better.

*I look at him and smile softly trying to not let my nervousness show. Softly I put my hands on his shoulder blades and try once more, hoping that this time it'll go better. With a small grunt I push off the ground as hard as I can while swinging as fast as my arm will allow me. His body tenses up slightly before he launches the ball in an almost perfect arc towards where we need it to be. *

We both take a moment to catch our breath, my large hand gently brushing across his back, making him shiver slightly. I'm not sure why but every time I touch him like this my heart starts racing a little bit faster. I tell myself that it's just because he's so close and strong. No need for me to get all flustered over something stupid.

*I don't want him thinking anything weird about me...Right?

I try to focus on my breathing as well. The warmth coming off his skin is making me all fidgety inside... Damn, I wish he didn't feel so good. It only makes it harder to concentrate... Maybe if I distract myself by teasing him a bit?

"You know what, Virgil? You actually did really good with that last one." I tell him softly, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before moving my hand back to rest on his shoulder blade again. He lets out a quiet hum in response, and I can't help but think how nice it would be if I could touch more of him... But then he'd probably get suspicious or something...

Hm? Oh, yeah! Right! I mean, we can't have you not looking as good on the court anymore now, can we?