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SCRUM PITCH

Arthur is a championship footie player. Eames is a troubled kid who can take a beating and give one. He had that desire funneled into ruby. Until he had only football to turn his need for action towards. Together they're trouble, and not just because of the growing crush between them.

This is a story that will start at a prestigious boarding school and move on to finding themselves on the same professional soccer team.

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A move and meeting

[artfulforger]

Eames doesn't know what to think about this shit. He's only been in America for a few weeks and while it's not his first time at a boarding school, it's his first one outside of England so there's no rugby and no cricket and there's just footie.

Soccer. Ugh, just thinking of it in those terms bugs the hell out of him, but per his father's orders - so much more ugh on his part - he is there for practice and try outs that they're having for the team.

He's bigger than most of the traditional footie players there, bulked up for rugby, and he knows this is going to be ugly.

"Fucking footie shite," he sighs. "Soccer," he mutters as well, twisting the word in a bad fake American accent. "I'm going to break somebody."

[bamf_pointman]

Everyone around the school has heard about the new kid from England - Eames. Okay, let's be real, they were really talking about his accent and how attractive he was. There were others who were saying that he had been a rugby player back home and now that he was here, he was sure to sign up for something.

If that was true, then Arthur expected that perhaps lacrosse or football would be more up his alley not... here, on his field.

"They usually frown upon breaking someone in soccer," he says, keeping his eyes on the coach and not his future potential teammate. He'd been on the team the last two years and didn't need to re-try. He, along with the rest of the team left, and was here to help run through tryouts with the potential newbies.

[artfulforger]

"Yeah I'm sure they do," he says with a laugh, turning to look at the guy next to him. Not that he didn't know, absolutely, who he was.

Arthur. Captain of the JV team. Star of the team and King of the school. He's had his eyes on him since he got there.

"They tell me you need a stopper though. Coach things I'd be good for it."

He damn well has the build for it, in ways no other team likely has.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur feels Eames' eyes on him and briefly glances in his direction. He could not afford to be distracted this year, not if he wanted to make this year and his senior year count. He needed to continue pushing if he wanted to make it to the Majors.

And Eames? Yeah, he could be a distraction.

He quickly glances the other guy over before tilting his head. He couldn't deny though that they needed a stopper and Eames had the build for it. More than any other team they would face would have. "You have the look of one," he admits. "But can you do it without breaking someone," he asks dryly.

If one knew how to look there might be a hint of amusement in his eyes. "After all, this isn't hockey or football."

[artfulforger]

"If you had a hockey team I would be fucking mad for it," he teases with a grin, wide and wicked and now he's enjoying himself. He knows he'll go back to England eventually and get back on a rugby team. This is just a short stop in his life.

He moves to stand half in front of Arthur, facing him with that same smile as he backs towards the pitch.

"Come on then. Let me show you how good I can be without breaking someone."

He crooks a finger at Arthur, knowing he's pushing buttons, just to see what happens.

[bamf_pointman]

“No doubt you’d go far.” Not that Arthur had anything to really back that up except, okay okay, he had found some videos from England of Eames playing rugby. Hockey would be up his alley if they’d had a team.

Maybe then Arthur wouldn’t find him so distracting.

He narrows a look at him and his teasing then glances toward their coach who was giving instruction to another set of new players. The assistant coach however caught his eye and gave him a nod.

“Let’s see what you’ve got then,” he said, following him out onto the pitch, grabbing a practice ball and giving them space away from others.

[artfulforger]

It isn't his first sport, but he's studied it online. He wasn't going to come in here and make a fool of himself after all. So even as Arthur moves on the pitch with the ball, he darts in to try and take it away from him.

He's big, and he knows that, but he's fast as well. It's what's done him so well at his last school, after all.

[bamf_pointman]

It took all of a few minutes for Arthur to see that Eames had the skills to be an excellent stopper for the team. He'd even managed to take the ball from him! Before they know it, other members from last year's team who were still there join them on the pitch and put Eames through his paces to see if he can work as part of the team.

Twenty minutes later, a whistle blew from the sidelines causing everyone to come to a stop and look at the coach who strode toward them.

"We have some work to do and you have to officially try out but welcome to the team," he says to Eames.

Even Arthur had to admit that he was already a force to be reckoned with and given more practice and instruction? They'll be one of the top teams in the state.

[artfulforger]

Eames puts his all into it. Even before he'd met this other kid, the one he's pretty sure is their captain, he knew he wasn't willing to look like an idiot. Now? Now he knows he has to show off.

So he runs the pitch, throwing himself into everything and doing the best he can. So when the whistle blows he's pouring sweat and grinning like a mad man.

"Thanks! I think I can find a way to love this sport," he admits, even if it's not as physical as rugby it's still exciting and he found he enjoyed himself.

He looks to Arthur. "Think I'll do alright?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur watches as most of the team slaps Eames on the back as they walk off the pitch and he can't help but grin, also pouring sweat.

"You'll do," he says with a little smirk. Truth was, he'd do more than alright. There was, admittedly, a small part of him worried that Eames would come after the Captain position next year but he wasn't going to become too hung up on that just yet.

They'd have to see how the year went and if Eames even stayed past the year.

"He'll more than 'just do'," Coach Abernathy said with a chuckle, clasping Eames on the shoulder. "What are we all standing around for, we have tryouts to do. Let's move it," he says, blowing his whistle and walking off to officially start tryouts.