Garfield Logan's throat was parched especially from what they did in practice so far. He chugged almost an entire bottle of water he felt so dry and in need of it. "Coach must be on his damn menstrual cycle today. I swear…" he mumbled obscenities as he drank the last of his water.

Vic walked over and grabbed his own bottle. "Man, it's killing out there." he wiped the sweat off his face with a spare shirt. "Whew, he's really going hard on us today..." he sat. Then, trying to make some conversation as to not go back to practicing. "Hey, seems you and Garth got friendly. I thought you hated that guy."

Garfield gave his shoulders a shrug as he let out a sigh. "He's not that bad. Y'know, once y'get to talk to him. Get to know him better."

Richard tossed his short off, revealing his toned abdomen, after having just poured water on himself, the water droplets trickling along his body. "Yeah? Y'know him well yet? Gonna go on a date?" He chuckled at his own comment.

Vic nodded, "That man is pure sex and I am a raging homosexual. He's mine." he joked.

Garfield's eyes drew to Richard Greyson's body. That fine, fine man body. The way the water droplets rode down his six pack stomach, his shorts riding rather low… this only being practice, not needing official uniforms or anything.

Coach said it was just a lazy practice today, even though he seemed to be pushing them like crazy. Garfield suddenly closed his eyes for a moment, 'Noo, no, no Garfield, no! I can't… I can't look at him like that, that's just… gross. It's Moneybags, I don't look at him like that. Not to mention he's a douche nugget bag… icky.' He rambled to himself, not imagining that anyone was trying to catch his attention, even though they were.

Richard ran a hand through his hair. Then he looked down at Gar. "You okay?" he seemed genuinely interested.

Garfield continued to zone out for a few more seconds before shaking his head, "Uh, yeah, little bit dizzy – I'm cool… uh, you… planning on wearing a shirt for the remainder of practice? Just… wondering." He asked awkwardly.

"Wasn't planning it. Would you prefer if I did?"

Garfield turned around to conceal his blushing face, "I…do..n't… give…a shit." He blurted out, "Why would I care, what you do or don't wear? … whatever."

Richard chuckled. "Alright, dude. Whatever." He ran back on the field and grabbed the ball. He then tossed it over to Vic. "Come on you lazy assholes!"

Vic caught the ball and made a nice pass to Richard. The ball was soaring - it really was a great pass with the perfect spin on it. Then, and the guys barely believed it though they saw it with their own eyes, something struck the ball and knocked it from the air right before Richard.

Richard walked over to the ball and picked it up. It had a wooden arrow running right through the middle. "The fuck is this?" he held up the ball. A rather vivacious red-headed boy jogged onto the field, a bow in one hand, and a pouch of arrows slung over his shoulder.

Richard narrowed his eyes, "Dude," he whined, "you got your arrow stuck in our ball!"

Roy mocked shock. "What?"

He grabbed the ball out of Richard's hands. "Oh, man. Dude! You got your ball stuck on my arrow!"

Garfield smirked, 'Either way sounds so dirty…' He gave his head a shake, "Hey," he looked to Roy. "has… practice started yet?" A genuine smile on his face, subtle – but there for sure.

Roy kind of looked over him. "But of course, Gar. I'd say it's a success so far."

Dick narrowed his eyes. "What is going on, Roy?"

Roy took a second to look over Richard's bare body before giving a cocky smile. "Weren't you listening? Moving target practice!" he grinned as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Richard frowned. "You have to be more careful! You could have missed and hurt someone!"

Roy's arrogant smirk stayed in place. "Could have missed? I did miss! I was aiming for you!" he shoved Richard.

Richard stumbled back but regained his composure. "Are you threatening me?" Richard then mirrored his arrogance. "You do realize you're messing with a team of football players?" The rest of the guys began to close in.

Garfield sighed, "Oh Richard, I doubt you'd be this confident on your own. Of course you need a bunch of guys for help." He inwardly sighed. Hopefully his mouth would be enough to get Richard to lie off, although a strange feeling told him it wouldn't. Maybe he should be on guard here?

Richard seemed reluctant to hit Roy. "I don't want to hurt you dude."

Roy grabbed an arrow from the bag and quickly took aim at Richard, closing one eye. "Of course you don't." he rolled his eyes. "Play the good guy, Richard. You may have your football team but you do realize that I have perfect aim, right?" He shot an arrow right between Richard's feet. He then loaded his bow again and took aim once more.

Richard let out a deep breath. "Alright, I get it. What are you trying to prove?"

Roy grinned kindly. "Just reminding you that loose lips sink ships. And I know that you've been running that mouth of yours about me, and I was just reminding you why it's not a good idea."

Richard rolled his eyes. "Message received. Now would you stop holding up practice before I seriously hurt you? I know you won't shoot me dude."

Roy watched him cautiously, then decided to bring his bow down. "Fine. But next time, you won't be as lucky." Vic stepped up protectively so that he was right up against Roy's shoulder. Roy looked up and flinched. "Dear God you're a beast. What to you bench, airplanes? Elephants?" Vic raised an unfriendly eyebrow. Roy laughed nervously. "Riiiight, I'll just be on my way. Nice chat. Good times." he patted Dick on the shoulder, and then rushed off the field.

Garfield, seemed to be the only one who didn't take the rest of the team seriously in their 'apparent anger' – he actually chuckled as he bit his bottom lip, looking briefly towards the direction in which Roy, ran off in.

Richard shook his head. "That boy... he's an idiot." he didn't seem like he wanted to really insult him.

Vic laughed. "How'd he know I bench airplanes?"

Garfield gave a small laugh again, "With those guns, I think it's a bit obvious Vic. Anyway, I'm gonna peace early, tell coach I died, and next practice I'll tell him I was magically revived. Later guys!" He told them as he headed off towards the bleachers, once getting behind them, he headed in the direction Roy took off in.

He found Roy sitting happily under a tree, eating an apple. His sunglasses on as usual. He looked pretty damn happy for a guy that almost got the shit beat out of him. His bow was leaned against the tree. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Garfield."

Garfield let out a sigh of relief, "Hey you," he said with a soft smile, plopping down on the grass near him. "so… do you always arrive, raise hell and leave?"

"Nah. Richard just happened to have it coming to him." he sighed dreamily. "But he is a prince. A good friend, let me tell you. Keep him around, Gar. He's a really great friend." he bit into his apple. "He's pretty toned, eh? He's really something."

Roy lifted his shirt a bit and rubbed his flat stomach. He was thin and pretty good looking, great muscular definition, but he did not have abs like Richard. He rubbed his stomach contentedly. "He must workout a lot."

Garfield took this moment to lie down in the grass, his elbow propping himself up. "Well, he's not bad… I guess. Not as toned as say, Vic. Now he's a brick, motherfucking house." He said with a laugh, but he reached out and poked Roy's belly button. "You're just fine, trust me. Nice to look at." He told him ever so softly, a smile upon his lips.

Roy smiled back. "Thanks. But I'm no Richard. That guy could make the straightest of males gay- so to say. Just a figure of speech." he looked up the tree. "Care for an apple?"

Garfield shrugged, "He's not that great, but would you date him if… he'd date you?" He asked, shaking his head in negative response to the offer of an apple.

Roy smiled at the thought, then shook his head. "If I was gay- I undoubtedly would. But I'm straight. I just happen to think he's really something special. That cute little foreign redhead Kori is lucky." he sunk his teeth into his apple again. "So are you. Like I said. He's a good friend." He then smirked, "Though, he's just as lucky to have you. You're a great guy too, amazing. Smart, handsome, funny, talented. Yeah, you two are just really special."

Garfield felt his face blush, "Well thank you, that's really sweet." Without another warning, he inched himself over closer to Roy, snaking his hand around the other's neck and bringing him down, brushing his lips against Roy's, forcefully at first, but the kiss softening, as well as deepening.

Roy's pulse raced. He wanted so much just to run a hand through Gar's hair. He swept his tongue in Gar's mouth. He then reached to touch the blonde's hair, but just before he did, he dropped his hand and pulled away. He pulled off his sunglasses and rubbed his head. His usual incessant babbling had finally been silent.

He then looked into Gar's eyes. And Gar almost missed it, but he caught the subtle trait. Roy had one green eye and one blue. It was a very subtle difference, but at the same time very unique and beautiful. He smiled for second, then his smile faded. He waited for Gar to break the silence.

Garfield smiled and so naturally ran his hand through Roy's hair, "Your eyes…" he began, "they're the most… beautiful… that I've ever seen. They're gorgeous, Roy."

He bit his lip and he spoke in sort-of a whisper. "Really? I wear sunglasses so I don't freak people out or something. It's...strange." he scrunched his nose. But he couldn't hold back a smile no matter how hard he tried. "Thank you. Your eyes are amazing too. You're just...amazing." he looked as though he just wanted to hug Gar, but he was having his own silent internal battle with himself.

Garfield shrugged, "They're just… green. But yours are wicked cool." He gave a chuckle, "I mean it. You're pretty awesome, yourself." He inched a little closer, "So… you're straight, you say?" A hint of sultriness in his voice.

He gulped, seemingly a bit nervous. "You bet. I'm straighter than a ruler." he boasted.

Garfield smirked and chuckled, "Don't you mean, straighter than an arrow?"

Roy nodded and chuckled along with him. "Exactly. I am straighter than an arrow. Are you too?"

The blond nodded enthusiastically, "Oh totally, I'm way straight…"

Roy leaned his head against Gar's, their lips barely a centimeter away. Roy spoke, "I'm straight," he told himself. "I'm straight." he said again. "I'm..." he closed his eyes and lightly pressed his lips to Gar's, finally running a hand through his soft blonde hair. He had never felt as content and satisfied as he did here, with Gar.

Mizookie101: Aww, well I hope you're still kicking ;D this story is basically done. Like, a scene or two left to be done if that. xD but I have tons more chapters to post for you, don't worry about that! I was just in the midst of moving and what not so it's been hectic, but here I am! Yeah I'm not really sure why there isn't more reviews either, but that's okay xD

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