Tyrus One-Shots

What About Us?

Although the main attraction was the basketball game, all Cyrus could focus on was TJ's ass in his uniform. The senior had the ball and was dribbling it towards the other side of the court. The way he leaned forward as he moved helped make his back curve, causing his ass to stick out more than usual. Cyrus tried his best not to make it obvious that he wasn't paying attention to the game, but luckily no one paid him any attention. He kept his messenger bag over his lap to help hide anything that would cause others to get suspicious.

TJ reached his sweet spot on the court and prepared to shoot. When he started playing on the varsity team, he noticed how differently areas of the court were when it came to shooting. He didn't know if it was science-related or just luck and coincidence, but he took it seriously. Any chance that he got he would go to the same spot because that was where he always scored. There were times where it became an annoyance to the team, but TJ was superstitious about it. One time he even dribbled around an opponent until he moved.

Upon reaching his spot, the short bend of his knees to prepare for a jump caused Cyrus to intensify his glaring. For the millisecond that TJ was squatted, his shorts tightened around his ass, causing the outline of his underwear to be seen. He liked to wear shorts that were smaller than what he needed because he thought the tightness improved his ability. Cyrus assured him that wasn't true, but TJ kept wearing them because they had yet to let him down. Also, Cyrus couldn't really complain that much because the smaller shorts helped with seeing his features better. But Cyrus would get huffy when a teammate pointed that out because he would get protective and wouldn't want anyone else seeing it.

When TJ launched into the air and shot the ball towards the hoop, his shirt lifted up and showed part of his lower back and hip. From his spot on the bleachers, Cyrus could see part of his abs. His biceps flexed a little when he shot the ball, giving a sight of pleasure to Cyrus. Looking at his boyfriend was all he could ever ask for. His wish to find the perfect boy wasn't too far-fetched, he just had to realize that the one was with him from the beginning. He couldn't ask for anyone else, all that he wanted was already his.

The ball soared through the air as if it was going in slow motion. The crowd leaned in and held their breath as they anticipated. The timer was counting down, only a few more seconds left. The players gathered around, some enough attempting to jump and stop the ball from making it. However, the teams had mixed reactions when the ball went through.

TJ jumped into the air in excitement at making the game-winning shot. His teammates caught him and left him in the air as they encouraged the crowd to cheer. In the crowd, Cyrus stood while screaming his lungs out and clapping so hard that his hands were turning red. TJ saw him and made a heart with his hands and blew him a kiss. Some of his teammates saw and made some friendly joke comments. He ignored his team because his main focus was impressing Cyrus, which it looked like he did.

After asking to be let down, TJ ran over to the bleachers and pulled Cyrus into the deepest and hardest kiss he had ever given him. Obviously, there were people around that were shocked or giving them weird looks, but they didn't care. TJ had just made the winning shot that would send them to Nationals, he felt like he could kiss his boyfriend as a celebration, and possibly do something more later.

Pulling away from the kiss, Cyrus said, "What now?"

TJ looked at the court. His coach was signaling for him to come be with the rest of the team. "Now, I gotta go. But stay here."

With another kiss, TJ ran back to his team. Cyrus sat down and watched the team through the openings of the bystanders walking in front of him to leave. He noticed TJ frequently taking his attention off the coach to give him a flirtatious grin and to blow kisses. Cyrus blushed a darker shade of red that he hasn't made yet.