Kiss on the volleyball court

― Tired, Mr Representative?

The touch of the cold bottle on his warm neck frightened Gabriel, turning his head back finding those fangs on display in an angelic smile. Holding the bottle to drink a sip, the brunette sighed heavy as he got up from the ground.

― They only bring me trouble.

― Could be fun, right?

― Participate in a contest? Milles will also participate, probably 70% of the votes go to him.

Theodore laughed in agreement with his head.

― It is worth trying the same way. Even I will participate.

Drinking a sip of the water, Gabriel spits it out immediately almost choking. His reaction amused Theodore, who laughed low.

― You? Why? But how?

― I was asked to participate. Perhaps because I was your friend I became popular.

― Ha! It seems so. I'm the one who should say that, since I'm new here.

― You're not younger, is from home. You is on the volleyball team, hangs out with the cool guys, the girls already put you on the list of the prettiest boys in school.

Gabriel had not hidden his smile.

― You're well informed about my reputation, are you spying on me?

The tips of Theodore's ears reddened, with the blond turning his head to escape his gaze.

― Of course not.

The conversation was soon interrupted with the arrival of Nicolas with his empty and sleepy gaze. With a towel around his neck, holding both ends, the captain had shot Gabriel with his gaze.

― It looks like a shadow that keeps chasing.

― Hello captain.

― No fights. ― Asked Theodore, giving a slight nudge in the arm of the best friend. ― It is not enough what you did yesterday.

― You're welcome!

― I told you I didn't ask for your help. Stop picking up meaningless fights.

Nicolas had not responded, only rolled his eyes keeping on Theodore's side. Gabriel had kept that information, probably the two friends would have argued about the fight the day before.

The arrival of the captain was a clear sign that Gabriel could not be alone with the omega. This sign that was properly, and proudly, ignored by the athlete.

― So, Friday we have a history exam, right?

― It is the last one this quarter. ― Said Theodore.

― Can we study together tomorrow after training? I realized you're good at that, while I'm deplorable,.

Theodore's bright eyes gained a glow at the same time the shy smile appeared on his lips. He had tried to contain his euphoria, despite being clear, pretending to be a normal invitation from a friend.

Gabriel had found that reaction adorable.

― That's fine by me. We can meet at the library then.

― Marked then.

― Bielzinho, why haven't you gone to change, man? Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't see you were in bad company.

The fourth presence had made Nicolas roll his eyes and Theodore shrug his shoulders. Gabriel had taken a step aside looking to make room for Milles, but his intention was to give Theodore a gentle caress behind his back to calm him down.

The two boys exchanged glances before Gabriel smiled at his team-mate.

― I was talking to Theodore about the contest. But you haven't changed yet either.

― I was, but I saw you talking and I thought you might need my help again.

Milles glanced at the captain, who in turn snorted kept silent. An attitude somewhat strange, Gabriel noticed, since he was used to seeing the two arguing like two nervous dogs.

― It's a friendly conversation, that's all.

― Then I'll go Gabriel ― Warned Theodore, about to leave. ― We'll see you later.

― Wait, so it's marked in the library, right?

Theodore blushed and nodded, smiling beautifully to Gabriel. Milles noticed the interaction and then began to laugh pointing to the blonde.

― What's the funny clown? ― Nicolas asked angrily.

― You like Biel. ― Laugh Milles still pointing at Theodore.

The blonde had paralysed in place, becoming pale and serious because his secret seemed to have been revealed by the last person who should have known. Gabriel arched his eyebrow for his friend.

― But again this nonsense, Milles?

― No, no, look at his face. I'm right, he's like you, Biel.

Turning his head to his friend, Gabriel noticed Theodore's glazed gaze. A strange reaction perceived the alpha, especially for the other to look away and lower his head without saying a word. His reaction only increased the laughter of Milles, who clapped all cheerful.

― God damn it! Really? Hahahaha.

― Why the hell would Theo like your friend? He has good taste.

― Oh bottle cap, no use trying to protect your wife who is crazy to jump the fence.

Gabriel was still surprised at Theodore, who had not dared to look him in the eye. He had never thought of the possibility of his friend liking him. In fact, he imagined that there was a line drawn between them, limiting them from approaching in order to allow something like this to happen.

Theodore had asked him not to make him fall in love. Those were his words the day before in the infirmary. Shouldn't that mean he didn't like it? He was very doubting that Theodore was liking you. It couldn't be.

Could not.

It didn't make sense.

They were two boys. Two men. Shouldn't it, right?

So... why did your heart beat so fast, as if a wave of happiness flooded your chest?

But the omega had let out a nervous laugh, responding with trembling voice.

― That's a misunderstanding. Gabriel is just a friend.

— It's not... It's written on your forehead that you want to be fucked by Biel. Look at that, he's getting redder! Wow, I didn't know you had such dirty thoughts, little Theo.

Nicolas intervened by pushing Milles' shoulder.

― You're out of line, you piece of shit.

— It's not me crossing the line, you hypocrite. Look at your wife's face, you're all embarrassed... You certainly have erotic dreams about Gabriel.

The mind of a certain alpha was in a real mess. Theodore dreamed of him? What kind of dream? Why? Did he really like him?

No... Theodore wouldn't like him.

The two had a friendship like any other.

― You're wrong, Milles. Gabriel is just a friend, nothing more.

What would a stab to the chest look like? Would it be like the feeling those words caused in Gabriel?

— I bet you want to be kissed by Biel ― Milles kept teasing, without the fun disappearing from his face. ― Tell me, what's it like kissing a guy?

― Why, are you in the mood to kiss Theo?

― I'm just curious ― Milles raised his hands in surrender sign. ― I bet you can imagine kissing several guys...

— No. I can't imagine ― Theodore answered with courage. Gradually the colour returned to his face, appearing to have control of his consciousness, unlike Gabriel ― Would not kiss any mouth.

― Oh look at him still demanding. Say, who else have you wished to kiss, little Theo.

― Let's go, Theodore, don't stage the clown.

Nicolas had held his friend's arm trying to pull him, but Theodore had remained in place facing Milles back without scaring him away.

― You certainly never made the list.

― So there's a little list... What an untamed beast.

Milles menacingly approached Theodore, creating a glancing contest between the two. Neither Nicolas nor Gabriel could follow the conversation of those two, whose subtleties were fraught with offences to each other.

― Why do you care? Are you afraid I might seduce your friend?

― I'm just wondering how you'd feel if another guy came and kissed you out of nowhere. I think that would teach you how dangerous you are.

― Dangerous? Me? Why are you afraid you'll like men too? Or... To get into me?

For the first time Gabriel saw Theodore fight Milles like that, chest to chest chin raised. No fear, no escape, despite Nicolas' constant attempt to pull him away. But unfortunately the blonde's boldness seemed to infuriate Milles.

― You must find yourself irresistible, Theodore. Even if you kissed me I would never run after your ass.

― Try.

Milles hated being challenged, Gabriel knew this since his friend always made sure to show that he was good at everything. Making someone lose the challenge raised their morale and made them feel like a real winner. So they would never run away.

Not only did Gabriel know, Nicolas also knew that side of the tall player. And both boys despaired when Milles held Theodore's chin up, approaching the faces about to kiss him.

A kiss that wouldn't be affectionate.

There would be no desire for either party.

Just one wanting to defeat the other.

Yet Gabriel had felt that strange sensation bathe his heart. His brown eyes became cold and all the happiness of yesteryear had been set aside to give way to the anger that arose suddenly.

He didn't want Theodore to be kissed in front of him.

Not at all.

Immediately Gabriel had gone after Theodore, covering his mouth with his palm and casting cold eyes at his tall friend. Milles raised his eyes to Gabriel, feeling a shiver in the spine before the tense atmosphere that hovered the novice alpha.

He had used too much force, pulling Theodore to lean against his chest brace, keeping him trapped, without releasing his mouth.

― Don't you dare do that, Milles.

― What? You really think I'd fall on my knees for him?

― Don't make me repeat myself.

Milles swallowed hard. He seemed to see a killer in front of him, about to point the knife at his neck to cut him cold. However the player would not lose his composure as last time, opened a thief smile as if playing with the situation.

― I was just curious how it would feel to be kissed by a guy you hate, no big deal.

― Oh, so you want to know what it's like? ― Growls Nicolas when he lets go of Theodore's arm to stare at Milles. ― All right, I'll make you understand how it is.

With no space for reaction, Nicolas approached Milles by removing the towel around his neck to throw it around the neck of the tall blonde. Holding both ends of the towel the captain had pushed to pull it, forcing the other to bend down so that their faces were at the same height.

And so, as light as possible, Nicolas's lips met with those of Milles in a simple and time-consuming seal. The surprise was not only of the kissed player, but also of the other two who widened their eyes being amazed by the sudden attitude.

Nicolas was someone vengeful when he had energy. There was certainly a lot of desire to crush Milles for the two years they knew each other and the constant fight they had. Then you wouldn't mind crushing the boy's conscience by playing with him a little.

Surely Milles would think twice before messing with the two gay friends again.

Nicolas's lips were moist hugging those of Milles with some force. Opening his lips he had passed the tip of his tongue over the lower lip of the highest, sucking it gently and then nibbling it hard to the point of the iron taste entering the captain's mouth.

Milles did not answer, not even if he wanted to. Nicolas held the towel tightly, keeping him in that position. In addition, the captain's soft, moist lips sucked from his with provocation.

He didn't know what to do.

Then, Nicolas walked away opening a thief smile worthy of a winner of that dispute. Releasing the towel to go back a few steps, the little man raised his petulant chin.

― Now you know what it's like to be kissed by another guy. I hope you don't have erotic dreams about me, big guy.

Nicolas had left the volleyball court with victory behind him. Theodore had blinked a few times, soon turning to Gabriel quietly saying goodbye before running after his friend.

Gabriel looked at his own friend, who wiped the sliver of blood drained from his chin with his thumb. Imagining the confusion that would be in the head of Milles, pulled him by the arm to the locker room before he could explode and run after a certain shorty to kill him.