@nightsmcres
infatuation. that was the right word. jagger wasn’t even an avid sports fan, and he also wasn’t sure whether he was straight or not. probably wasn’t, because why else would he be pulled back to that same stadium to watch that same player over and over again. and all that in another country too. whipped? maybe so. but he couldn’t stop. today was no different, really. the male sat in the bleachers, eyes on the field although his eyes were covered in dark shades as if trying to at least be a little more discreet. he was sure it wasn’t working, though, because time and time again the other would look right at him too. after a massive win, jagger kind of just followed the crowd to the nearest bar, shades still covering his eyes as he hung against the bar, shoulders slumped as he nipped from a glass of scotch. when loud cheers filled the room, he knew what was going on; the team had arrived. jagger’s eyes immediately darted around the room, trying to find the other. the one of whom he didn’t even know his name.