Burning Inside

Part 1 (of 3)

               Levi's always had a thing for cheerleaders.

                That's actually a lie. Levi's never cared for cheerleaders. Or any sort of group that dares to call themselves a "sport" when all they do is jump around on the sidelines and flash the crowd with their short skirts and low-cut tops. Levi thinks of cheerleaders as, quite frankly, annoying, and he can't even begin to describe how many times he's been flirted with by someone in one of those skimpy uniforms. He's had a few too many boobs rub up his arm, even just this past month, and while Levi should probably be glad that so many girls want him to touch their pussies, Levi really couldn't care less for any of the chicks who have approached him. They're all the same - snotty girls who only want him 'cause he's so cute, his abs are nice, he's so strong, have you seen him shirtless?

                Levi only deals with having cheerleaders around him all the time because he sort of has to. As the leader of his high school's American football team, having been quarterback for nearly three years now, he's used to getting all of the attention. He's used to having his name be called over and over from the sidelines by various voices, to the point where it becomes just background noise when he's playing a game of football. He's used to having girls stake out in the locker room to try to get a peek of his body, and while he firmly believes those girls need some sort of discipline for doing so, any complaints that he's sent in get ignored because the cheerleaders are so precious to the school, how could any of those pretty little girls do harm?

                Levi's grown accustomed to short showers and bathing in a swimsuit because of that, by now.

                Levi had thought that maybe his hatred for cheerleaders would follow him forever, it'd keep itself firmly implanted inside his heart for the years to come, years in which Levi would continue to play American football into maybe even his college years and continue to be annoyed by girls in short skirts coming up to him, shoving their crotches onto his fingers. Most of the cheerleading team is female, at that. It'd been that way since Levi started playing athletically for the school. It'll likely stay that way, too.

                Except, there is one male that Levi's noticed is on the team. The word "noticed" being a vast understatement. Levi actually remembers every little thing he's learned about the boy, and he even remembers how things had gone down when Levi first ran into this boy.

                Levi had gone into the locker room one day, his shirt already halfway off as he tried to get himself changed as quickly as he could. He was late that day, and all of the other football players were already on the field doing their warm-ups. The locker room was filthy, to say the least - none of the other kids seem to know what the hell sanitation is, and Levi had to maneuver himself over what must have been hundreds of different discarded shirts and pants on the ground, because it's apparently too hard to open up a damned locker and put some clothing inside it.

                Levi thought maybe he'd been alone in that room, left to suffocate on the stench of heavy cologne, until he'd set his football gear down on a bench and looked up from where he'd had his eyes planted to the ground. On the other side of the room stood a boy with the innocence of a freshman still dusting his features, eyes wide, grunting while he tried to shove his leg down a silky fabric.

                He only vaguely remembers what he'd said, this having had happened almost four months ago, but Levi knows for sure that he'd ended up next to the boy, holding up a thigh high for him while the kid got his foot inside it. It hadn't even occurred to Levi until after the boy had left that he was wearing a cheerleading uniform, a female one at that, and it'd been the first time in all of his years in high school that he'd seen a male wear the school's cheering outfit.