And eventually Asher will jump his way back to where Sasha and Lev are.

They should probably be heading back around now anyway. 

Sasha doesn't sleep very well, that night. 

(Marlo hasn't slept soundly since the day he met Christine; he was hoping camp would help, but it — doesn't.) 

Lev's dreams mostly feature his mouth on Sasha's dick.

Asher sleeps perfectly.

After breakfast, Christine takes everyone to the football field. 

"Lev, Asher, you both had trouble admitting you were homosexual, so I've assigned you extra work to be completed during free time." She gives them binders which they put in their bags. "Everyone else, we've moved on to step two, rediscovering your gender identity. I thought we'd start off with something fun. Playing football!"

Football isn't his favorite, but this is the first time anyone at this camp has seen Marlo smile. 

Sports are terrible. This is probably the kind of thought that leaves Lev kissing Sasha in the forest. 

"Uh, football leads to brain damage? I was kind of using my brain."

"Playing a pickup game with your friends is perfectly safe."

"Being near a friend does not make you magically immune to concussions. Can we play soccer instead?" 

"If you object to the camp's scheduled activities you may, instead, spend the time copying out a car repair manual by hand."

He seriously considers it before sighing. "Aight. Fine. Football it is." 

"Is anyone here familiar with the rules of football?"

She doesn't really expect anyone to raise their hands.

Marlo is in fact familiar with the rules of football. 

Then Marlo can help her explain! 

In light of everything, instead of Shirts and Skins, they should probably be Shirts and A Different Color Of Shirts. 

Probably they should! He's happy to teach the people on his team how to throw a football, should he need to. 

Sasha doesn't have much familiarity with football, but from what he's been able to glean, it's basically soccer mixed with bullfighting except worse. 

"...Did you follow that explanation of the rules at all?"

"You have to get the ball to the other end of the field, like in soccer, except sometimes you get head injuries, and also the ball is really hard to throw for some reason." 

"Hm. I can do that."

Lev's strategy for football, like all sports, is to appear to be participating with great enthusiasm but mysteriously to never end up actually touching the ball. 

Whenever someone looks like they're about to touch Sasha, they are bodyslammed or kicked in the chest by six feet and two inches of solid muscle.

He runs a lot and for some strange reason is never far away from Asher. 

Asher, much to his surprise, finds himself enjoying football. There's a certain pleasure in your body doing exactly what you want it to do, the pleasure he feels when he executes a difficult move exactly as the choreographer intended. He feels that pleasure when he gets the ball from Marlo, when he runs, when he throws, when he scores.

Every movement he makes is fluid and graceful. His back is straight, his chest lifted, his neck long. He's smiling.