realistic first time.

practice

Rugby.  Rough and tough. A thugs game played by gentlemen.  Black and blue eyes from being knocked by other players. Always grass strained knees and shorts.
It was the definition of passion to Ben and Jason. 

"One , two, hike"! The movement began.  Ben and Jason where split into different groups for practice.  Jason felt a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips as he watched Ben , a boy he was so close to . Both a friend and more than a friend to Jason . He watched Ben tackle and wrestle another boy to the ground pushing them into the mud. 
The final whistle blew loud , leaving a sharp ringing in the ears of all around it .
Another member of the team had it out for Ben . The 6ft freak that was called Daniel had hated ben since they first met , he hated him even more after Ben made the rugby team without a problem.  The path to the back door that lead to the changing rooms was wet and slippy with mud. Without thinking twice Daniel pushed into Ben pretending to trip himself, the unexpecting Ben was sent to the ground in a pile of bones and cut knees as he tumbled down the slight hill on the path.
Jason , who wasn't one to have pretty fights was eyeing up the giant within seconds,  ready to take the beating he knew would come if he hit first.
Jason curled his hands into tight iron fists , ready to attack , a small voice called out to him.
"Leave it Jason,  just come help me go get patched up", the small voice belonged to Ben who was more cut up than he had first seemed. Now with blood dripping down both his knees and his elbows deeply gashed .
Snarling at Daniel,  Jason turned away  gently pulling Ben up holding most of the others weight on his sholders .

Ben and Jason sat in the old drama class changing room , now turned into a make shift infirmity.  Ben was resting on a greying bean bag as Jason sat between his legs , carefully rapping a bangage around the worst of the cuts. 
Ben looked down and giggled at the sight he was met with. The last time he had saw Jason on his knees they where in a very different situation.
Noting the same memory as Ben , Jason leaned up resting his weight on Bens damp jursy. 
"That Daniel guy needs to have his dick cut off ", Jason scoffed out.
Ben rapped his sore arms around the other . Ben sighed deeply,  sinking further into the old bean bag, he kissed the top of Jasons head sending a small blush to both their faces . And with that they both felt at ease , Jason calmed from his anger and Ben relaxing through his aching limbs.