Tyler walks over again, pausing Kennedy mid-march. Kennedy strains his muscles to stay in this twisted position.
“Here, uh,” Tyler’s hands kind of hover over Kennedy’s shoulders, “Is it okay if I just like, adjust you? I think it’d help you get a feel for how it should be like.”
How did they get loose again, damn it?
Tyler tilts Kennedy’s shoulders towards him so that they’re square with the other side of the field. But Kennedy isn’t even thinking about the other side of the field because it’s so fucking far away and guess who the fuck is right in front of him and is touching him and oh my God he’s touching his hips. Tyler softly nudges Kennedy’s hips in the direction Kennedy needs to march, and Kennedy feels like he’s gonna lose it. His face burns, and not just from the sun.
Without thinking, he breathes in sharply, and Tyler looks up from where his hands are. When Tyler sees Kennedy, he gets this weird look in his face. Like his whole face is doing something, something that Kennedy’s unfamiliar with. It’s bright, as usual, but a little too bright. Like an it-knows-something bright. Kennedy worries his face is visibly red, or that he looks uncomfortable in some way.
The hands stay there a little too long.
“You okay?” Tyler says quietly to him.
“Uh huh,” is the only thing Kennedy manages to say.
“You sure? You look a little hot.”
Kennedy grins, unable to let the perfect opportunity for a joke to slip by unsaid, “That’s because I am. Eyyy.”
Tyler considers him a moment before responding, “True.”
Tyler steps back from Kennedy, scanning his form, “Memorize how that feels. You’re going to have to revisit this a lot so might as well ingrain it now.”
The marching or the flirting?!
Kennedy can’t fucking focus anymore. Had Tyler Thayland just called him hot?!
“I won’t make you march anymore, it’s time we start leaving like everyone else is,” Tyler says, gesturing to the football team coming towards the field and the band kids putting away their equipment in a large metal bin at the edge of the field.
Wordlessly, every part of Kennedy sizzling with nerves, Kennedy follows Tyler to his stuff, packs it all up and makes his way to the parking lot to be picked up by Lilac.
He must’ve imagined it. That can’t have been real.
Kennedy runs a hand over his right hip where Tyler touched him. He thinks of the firmness of his hands, how soft they’d been despite their muscled looks. He thinks of how warm they were. He thinks of them touching more of him.
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