Alpha's call for help

With the end of classes, and the end of the meeting in the coordination room, Theodore accompanied Nicolas to the locker room of the gym where he would change. The little man was quiet from the moment the fight ended, stuck to his own thoughts.

― Are you okay? ― Dare to question, crossing your arms when leaning against the cabinets.

Nicolas raised his eyes as he finished fixing the knee pads, taking the elbow pads to put them on. He had let out a heavy sigh, as if it were a burden to organize his own thoughts.

― The big guy seemed strange to me today.

A shiver had passed down Theodore's spine, but he had managed to keep his composure and not appear nervous.

― What do you mean? It was a relief he helped stop the fight.

― Argh, will I have to thank him? ― Grumbled Nicolas with a grimace, causing laughter in his friend.

― It would be nice to pretend to be polite to him.

Nicolas rolls his eyes closing the closet tightly.

― I'll think about it. Have you eaten your chocolate?

― Did I get a chance? When I was thinking about delighting myself, you decided to create a show.

― So please eat and be very quiet, right little Theo?

Laughing at his best friend's funny face, Nicolas had left the locker room going to the court, where all the players were gathered in front of the coach. That the heavens had kindness from his ears, he seemed angry.

All heads down and hands to back. Nicolas stood in line being the only one to return the teacher's look. They were not in the army to act so obediently, nor would they shirk responsibility for fighting with their team-mates.

— Are you kidding me? Does the school seem to be a playground for you to play? I train athletes and not a bunch of kids! ― Shouted at the coach, breathing deeply to recover in front of the boys. ― What could be the reason my players fight each other at a time like this, hm? Howard?

Nicolas did not seem impatient to explain the reason for the fight.

― I was actually arguing with someone outside the team. The two of them meddled.

― You were going to hit a girl! ― Answer Thunrder angry.

― I hit you in her place, be happy. Wasn't I knight enough?

― What's it like?

― By the way, how are you talking? I'm sure hit you in the mouth several times to shut you up.

— Enough! By God, enough. ― Sighed the coach turning to Theodore, who was quiet next to him eating the chocolate. ― Go to the coordinator and get the papers with the punishments, please Moss.

― Yes sir.

Theodore had left the gym, casting a glance at his best friend with a clear warning to behave in his absence.

― We have a match this weekend, how could you get in on that? I'm going to train the reserves to take the place of Thunder and Boyle.

― Just us? Come on, that's unfair. The captain should be removed too.

— You would not be removed if you were physically well. ― The coach growled. ― Can you see anything with that black eye? Don't complain, you got into a fight so take responsibility.

― But teacher!

The teacher blew the whistle and started training. The boys soon lined up and started running around the court warming up. All the training had been a real army camp. Probably the bad mood of the coach had been properly discounted in the hard exercises and his punctual complaints with all the boys.

Nicolas had remained focused on training, ignoring the pain in his right hand that was reddish and slightly bruised. He wanted to enjoy the energy and lightness he felt that day, ignoring the other players on purpose. Hit the cuts with that hand with all the force, echoing throughout the gym the thud of the ball against the ground.

Wiping the sweat from the bouquet on the training shirt, Nicolas was paralysed when he remembered not having glued the stickers in the morning. He discreetly sniffed his shirt without sensing its distinctive smell.

How strange!

Wrinkling his confused forehead, Nicolas shook his head and returned to training without losing focus until the whistle sounded again ending the daily workout hours later.

Sitting on the floor near Theodore, who made his meticulous notes, the captain drank thirsty water. He rested when the coach approached still angry.

— The coordinator set your punishment. You're gonna clean the toilets after practice. And she also remembered that this is your second warning, Howard. The third is suspension, and then I can't do anything for you about the championship.

Snorting, Nicolas nods his head.

― Yes sir.

― Behave yourself, boy.

When the teacher walked away, the omega had thrown his head back sighing loudly.

― Until she took it easy, what a relief.

― You just recovered from the fever, of course she took it easy. One more reason for you to spoil your mother.

― I'm gonna get my ass kicked when she gets home, right?

― I thought on the bright side, no one at school knows that the coordinator is your mother.

Nicolas had given Theodore a slight nudge by hearing him laugh amusingly. They could not play much, because the coach had called for the blonde omega to discuss the training plan. Remaining seated while watching the other players leave the gym, Nicolas began to face his own hand.

It hurt like hell.

Blow and shake feeling the burn get worse. Making a painful grimace, Nicolas bad noticed the approach of a certain alpha who immediately held his wrist pulling him to stand and drag him to the dressing room.

As soon as he noticed that Milles was the one who kidnapped him, Nicolas wanted to curse him. But he stopped. The backs of Milles were wide as walls unattainable. Sweaty hair dripped down his neck, and veins leaped in his arms and hands.

Such details simply popped out at the sight of Nicolas, who swallowed completely dry.

With the locker room door closed, Milles had still dragged his captain to the back seats, where a small rescue kit was already positioned. And without saying anything, he had thrown the little man against the bench forcing him to sit, sitting in front of him preventing his escape.

Nicolas had kept quiet watching that stranger in front of him. He had noticed a bandage on his right shoulder, imagining he might have been injured in the fight earlier. Did he intervene because he was hit?

― What are you doing?

Quietly Milles had soaked the cotton in saline, and gently held the captain's right hand taking all care when starting to clean. Nicolas had made a grimace and had tried to pull his hand when he felt it burning, but the alpha held him a little stronger on his wrist and cast a stealthy glance at him.

― Be quiet, pest.

― What did you call me?

― Of plague. Or prefer devil? ― Milles murmured focused on his task in cleaning the wound.

About to respond, Nicolas had swallowed the curse. He felt strange to see Milles sitting on the floor at his feet, holding his hand to take care of him. Taking it as a task that needed care.

Being there, Nicolas could clearly see the fine nose of Milles and the beautiful brown eyes. It was beautiful concentrated.

Noticing his thoughts, Nicolas averted his eyes by snorting loudly. His heart began to beat fast, emitting the characteristic smell of an omega. Milles had stopped his task by taking a deep breath, but pretending not to notice, only to reach the ointment and pass on the injured hand.

― You have too weak a body, Captain. You hurt too much.

― Something tells me I can handle myself. ― Grumbled Nicolas referring to earlier fight.

Wrapping Nicolas's hand with care, Milles finished his small task with dexterity. Even when he had glued the adhesive to the end of the white band, he had not let go of Nicolas's hand.

Milles' hand was warm, Nicolas noticed. As he lowered his eyes to his fingers, noticed them turning hot red. The veins jumped up to the back of the hand, and Nicolas had swallowed dry with the exciting sight.

What the hell was going on with him?

Why did your body seem to heat up with the touch of Milles? Would your instincts be playing with him once again?

His eyes went down to Milles, who continued to stare at his hand lost in thought. He wondered what else was going on in his mind to keep him so far away from that locker room. However, Nicolas was also lost somewhere when memorizing the line of Milles' lips.

The free hand out to the alpha's chin, lifting him towards him as his face approached dangerously. If he could see his pupils, Milles would know that Nicolas had lost the battle on his conscience.

Nicolas had given a simple seal on Milles' lips. And just as he was about to kiss him with intensity, the alpha turned away to flee. The omega had loosened its chin to hold the hair on its nape, forcing it to turn to itself and try to capture its lips.

Struggling, Milles had managed to minimally push the captain enough to scream as loud as he could.

― Biel! BIEL! GABRIEL!

Milles could hear the rush coming from the gym until the doors of the locker room were opened so suddenly. The two figures of Theodore and Gabriel emerged just in time, where they found a Milles desperate to escape.

— Plan A, as we talked last night. ― Gabriel whispered to Theodore, before going to the captain to hold his hands tight and force him to let go of the other alpha.

Theodore helped Milles get up and pushed him away under stumbles, and quickly sat in his place holding Nicolas to prevent him from going after the alpha.

― Can you hold on? ― Asked Gabriel for the omega, who had agreed panting. ― I will only help Milles to leave and I'll be back. Wait for me there!

― All right, hurry up!

Gabriel quickly went to Milles and helped him out of the locker room. Taking a deep breath, Theodore finally managed to restrain Nicolas who calmed down away from his alpha. He had arranged it sitting on the bench, and pretended to be the one who took care of his hand until Nicolas woke up from his numbness.

― Ahn? Theo? What is...

― I can't believe a workout like that was enough to make you sleep sitting down, Nico. ― Smile a brazen Theodore.

― But it was not you who took care of my hand...

― Milles left when Sadie called him. I came here to finish, but you were already asleep. Come on, you still have to clean the toilets.

― Oh... right, right. Thanks, Theo.

Stunned, Nicolas had risen from the bench after thanking his friend, going to the other corridor of the cabinets to get his belongings. Still sitting on the floor, Theodore took a deep breath leaning on the bench forming a sly beak on his lips.

― That's not gonna work, Gabriel.

― Let's go Theo! ― Nicolas screamed from the other corridor.

― I am going!

Theodore concluded that it would be better for Milles to tell the truth to Nicolas before things got worse.