"Gabe," Neil breathes, gasps, against Gabriel's mouth. He shivers a little. The tug on his belt, the breathless need of it all--it aches in him, and makes his cock twitch a bit in his slacks.

He glances over his shoulder one last time, and then, rather urgently, he takes both of Gabriel's hands and drags him gently off to the side. There's a stand of bleachers, half pulled out, and everything's shadowy and secretive underneath them. It's safer, he thinks. Less noticeable. And when he pulls Gabriel under the bleachers, it feels closer and more intimate.