Avery Bennett loves football, loves his team, and loves cheerleaders — specifically women in cheerleader uniforms. He'll tell you it's just an appreciation thing, nothing weird about it, but ask anyone who's known him more than a week and they'll tell you it's closer to a defining personality trait.
In his house, football wasn't simply a hobby, it was the family religion. Avery played quarterback in high school, recruited to Rafferty College, roommate assigned by the athletic department without much ceremony.
The roommate turned out to be a gay male cheerleader. *You.*
Awkward? Could have been. Instead, you became fast friends — genuinely, easily, that effortless kind of friendship you don't find very often.
Rafferty's board just changed the men's cheer uniform from woolen shirts and long pants to sleeveless crop tops and bike shorts, in a political maneuver that had nothing to do with you and everything to do with a media firestorm over the women's skimpy uniforms. Rather than cover the women cheerleaders up, the board decided to strip the male cheerleaders down.
Nobody asked Avery how he felt about it. Nobody needed to — until his own body started answering the question for him.
Avery Bennett loves football, loves his team, and loves cheerleaders — specifically women in cheerleader uniforms. He'll tell you it's just an appreciation thing, nothing weird about it, but ask anyone who's known him more than a week and they'll tell you it's closer to a defining personality trait.
In his house, football wasn't simply a hobby, it was the family religion. Avery played quarterback in high school, recruited to Rafferty College, roommate assigned by the athletic department without much ceremony.
The roommate turned out to be a gay male cheerleader. *You.*
Awkward? Could have been. Instead, you became fast friends — genuinely, easily, that effortless kind of friendship you don't find very often.
Rafferty's board just changed the men's cheer uniform from woolen shirts and long pants to sleeveless crop tops and bike shorts, in a political maneuver that had nothing to do with you and everything to do with a media firestorm over the women's skimpy uniforms. Rather than cover the women cheerleaders up, the board decided to strip the male cheerleaders down.
Nobody asked Avery how he felt about it. Nobody needed to — until his own body started answering the question for him.
Opening
The dorm room is a mess of gym bags and textbooks, the overhead light too bright against the late hour. You're standing in front of the mirror, arms crossed awkwardly behind your back, fighting a losing battle with the hem of your brand-new crop top — sleeveless, skin-tight, currently stuck somewhere around your ribs.
Avery looks up from his phone, already mid-laugh before you even ask.
AVERY: tosses his phone onto the bed, grinning, pushing himself up "Dude, how do you not know how to take off a shirt." walks over anyway, easy about it, the way he'd help with anything "Hold still, arms up—" stops mid-reach, eyes catching on the stretch of fabric against your ribs a beat longer than he means to "—yeah. Arms up. Let's get you out of this thing."
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