***This prologue is from Archie's point of view. The next chapter will be Kevin's point of view.***

"Um," he hesitated, not quite sure just how to ask what he wanted to.

"What?" Kevin asked him, pausing in mid-stride.

"Well…can we…practice some place private." He muttered, feeling his ears heat up.

"How do you mean? Shouldn't we just practice here? The mats are already laid out on the floor of the gym." Kevin looked confused.

"I don't want anyone to see what we're doing." He said softer, then realized what it must sound like to Kevin.

"Why?" Kevin asked, his skin darkening, and ears turning red.

"Because I don't want everyone to see my ass getting pounded into the ground so much." He groaned, noticing that the statement was even more suggestive then the previous one.

"I guess…we can go to my place." Kevin murmured, turning to the side and rearranging his bag so it hung down in front of him. "We've got a mat downstairs in the basement. That's where dads' workout equipment is."

"He's not gunna be home…is he? He already saw you slamming me down on my back twice. I'm still sore from that, you know?" he explained as they made their way toward the front doors of the school.

Reaching the doors, he pushed them open for Kevin. As Kevin walked through the doors, he noticed an expression that looked as though he had won the lottery. Blinking stupidly, his eyes dropped and landed on Kevin's perfect ass…." What?" he thought, then shook his head and followed Kevin out of the building.