//countryhuman stories\\

ScotAus (hs au) 6

~at school~

If Aus had a nickel for every time she was dragged through the boys' locker room, she'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's still strange that it happened twice.

"Scot, can't this wait 'till practice after school?" the coach had asked, rubbing his temples when Scot demanded that Aus needed her football jacket right this instant.

Aus had tried to protest that it was fine, she didn't need it right away, but Scot had pressured the coach until he finally gave in, finding an extra jacket in a box somewhere and giving it to Aus. Once Scot was satisfied that Aus had gotten a team jacket, he pulled her out of the coach's office and back through the locker room.

"Sc— Scot— Ah!" She yelped when his arm harshly rubbed against her sensitive, covered piercing, a flush of warmth suddenly appearing between her legs as she burnt red, her eyes darting up to his face.

The locker room was empty, thankfully. No one but Scot heard her stupid yelp.

"Scot, I need help with something." She tugged on his hand, rubbing her arm. "Could you.. um..." her voice then broke into a small mumble.

"Hm?" Scot stopped moving, standing still in the empty locker room, looking at Aus. "What'd you say?"

"Could you help me.. ..." she broke into mumbles again.

Scot moved closer to hear her clearly. "Aus, I don't know what you're saying."

Aus felt more flustered by the minute. "Could... you help me.. adjust.. my.. bra straps..."

"Oh, sure. Let me see your back." Scot didn't seem caught-off guard by her request, holding her shoulders and gently turning her around. "I don't know what to do though, so I'm not sure I'll be much help."

He looked at her back for two seconds before diagnosing the problem. "They're under your shirt."

"Y— yeah," she rubbed the back of her neck before sighing, pulling off her shirt and brushing her hair to the side, her exposed back now facing Scot. "Do you see—"

There were a few faint voices talking that suddenly grew louder, sounding like they were approaching the door. Fast.

Aus panicked, her eyes widening as she grabbed Scot's wrist and pulled him into a stall, locking the door as fast as she could, one of her straps falling down to her shoulder.

God, why did this have to happen? Her bra was too loose, she hassled the coach (well, Scot did, but she still felt embarrassed), and now there she was, stuck in the boys' locker room.

She looked at Scot with a desperate look, moving one of her fingers up to her mouth to do a hushing motion. There wasn't much space in the stall to begin with— she soon realised that they were definitely not made to fit two people. Her breasts were pressed up against Scot's chest as she looked away, her hair falling onto her face.

The only thing she was grateful for was that they were in the very corner stall; it would be difficult for anybody to see two pairs of feet unless they were really looking.

Scot moved one of his hands to her shoulder, taking the bra strap and putting it back where it had started. "Fixed it."

Aus sighed and shook her head, pushing her face into his collarbone and hugging him instead, stifling a whine as she tightened her arms around his torso, subsequently pushing her piercings hard against him.