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The sun is beating Till's ass, all glorious and golden. Besides him are the it couple of Anakt High, keeping him company as he unwillingly burns beneath the sun to boost his boyfriend's morale, else Ivan would miss all his throws. Till obviously calls bullshit.
“Shouldn't you be out there, waving your pom pom?” Till asks as he turns his phone off showcasing another news article about a missing student and proceeding to eye Mizi who was eyefucking a blushing Sua.
The girls glance his way.
“No silly, it's our fifteen and look, Ivan is heading our way.” Mizi replies.
“Oh.” Till mutters dumbly, feeling his heat drunken mind whirr at Ivan's approach.
“Hey, baby. What are you doing?” Ivan greets, wiping the sweat off his handsome face with the towel hanging around his neck, glowing beneath the sun like he was the male lead of some cheesy 90s shoujo anime.
Till sighs at the relief Ivan's shadow casts over him and hands Ivan a water bottle from the cooler. “I hope it rains.”
Ivan pouts, he looked ridiculously good doing it too. “I won't be able to practise then.”
“That's the point.”
“Baby…” Ivan whines and Till rolls his eyes, curling his lip at Ivan pointedly and ignoring Sua's mock gagging and Mizi's giggles as if they aren’t worse.
Till lowers his voice as he makes a choice he debates for a second, just so Ivan can hear as he sips the water, “If you finish early I'll meet you in the changing room shower afterwards.”
Till hears Ivan's heart stop in real time before he is keeling over as coughs wreck his broad chest. Till gets up and more than enthusiastically slams Ivan's back with his fist as he assists Ivan to wrestle the water from the wrong pipe.
“You—You mean that?” Ivan finally manages, glancing up at Till through teary eyes, long lashes fluttering as he straightens himself back up. Till was shy when it came to publicly giving any sort of affection outside handholding which made Ivan, adventurous pervert that he was, internally sulk.
Their relationship was an open secret, not much to speculate on any surface given how obviously besotted Ivan was whenever Till was around coupled with Till's bright pink when Ivan so much as kissed his cheek but the point was, Till rarely initiated anything much less sex in a risqué environment.
Till gives Ivan a short, sharp nod and Ivan is sold.
“Ten minutes tops.” Ivan promises, darting forward quickly to press a kiss against Till's forehead and running back to the field with fire in his eyes.
“In public?” Sua asks, breaking Till's attention from watching Ivan dazedly as he speaks to his team and the head cheerleader, all charms.
“I've caught you guys doing worse.” Till quips back, blanching at the unwanted memory coming to surface his mind.
“I didn't think you had it in you to be bold.” Mizi stands up as the cheer squad is called to gather, “Also that's my cue, so much for fifteen minutes.”
Till winces, apology on the tip of his tongue before Mizi flashes him a grin.
“The sooner we finish, the sooner me and Sua can make out in the car. Thanks, Till.”
Till watches as Mizi skips to the field as the soccer team brings practice to an end. Both teams usually trained on their own but with the coaches deciding to boost morale beneath the ‘pleasant’ weather, everyone was dragged outside. The coaches themselves are nowhere to be seen which makes Ivan, the captain, responsible for overseeing practice.
Till picks up his satchel holding his sketchbook, headphones and other things he deemed necessary inside. He's glad he didn't bring his guitar with him, hiding it in Ivan's locker would have been impossible given it was only sized to fit clothing and a spare pair of shoes at most.
“I'm going to wait in the changing room.” Till says, bidding Sua farewell and sparing her the information that he was actually going to hide in a shower stall, butt naked of course.
Sua must have gotten the hint either way because her button nose wrinkles in distaste but Till is already darting away before she can think of something to comment.
Stuffing his bag into Ivan's locker which Till has the spare key to, Till quickly strips down and stuffs his clothes inside, feeling exposed as he fast—walks to where the shower stalls are and steps in one.
Till is already beginning to regret his decision as he swipes the shower curtain closed. He debates rinsing himself off quickly but doesn't want to be caught. Having the shower turned on before the team even enters would be suspicious. Cursing Ivan once more, Till folds his arms and stares blankly at the grout.
Till is impatiently tapping his foot by the time he hears the football team enter. Their voices are boisterous as always and full of energy as they speak. He can hear the sounds of locker doors opening and slamming followed by clothes rustling.
Till doesn't pay attention to their words, eyes attentive on the shower curtain being the only barrier between his nudity and them. His heart races, nerves alert when he hears footsteps wander in his direction and an unfamiliar voice speaks up.
“This one's closed, weird.”
The words slowly register and Till freezes. Sweat making his hands clammy as he corners himself flat against the wall, hoping the floor will open up or the guy will faint so he won't be exposed.
“What? You think there's gonna be a ghost or something hiding there?”
“Stop joking around, asshole. Probably some guy who's embarassed.” The guy named Jules scoffs.
The squeak of the tap turning and water flowing to his right and some stalls in front of Till make him perk his ears. Briefly, he wonders what is taking Ivan so long.
“Nobody's more insecure than you.”
“Hey, go easy on Jules, you know he's a scaredy cat.”
“No the fuck I'm not.”
“Then go shower in there, or what? Too scared?” Somebody eggs on, influencing the rest to jeer and only add to Till's rising panic.
“Fuck you guys, I'll show you—”
Till squeezes his eyes shut, body curling inwards as he prepares for the worst until—
“What are you guys doing?” Ivan's voice interrupts and silence falls.
“Oh, hey captain, Jules here is just freaking out over a closed shower stall.”
Till exhales, breath slowly returning knowing Ivan would more than likely have taken the hint. He blanks out as Jules denies with outrage that starts off another round of teasing.
“Just leave the stall for me.” Ivan orders which was quickly followed by a litany of ‘yes captain’ and ‘whatever you say captain.’
Eventually the din dissipates as everyone focuses on showering and changing, save for the occasional variation of ‘where the fuck is my sock, I swear I left it…’
Till's head snaps up when the curtain is pulled open and Ivan steps in, only allowing enough room for him to enter and ensuring there are no gaps as he closes it.
Ivan is wearing a towel draped low around his waist, body shining with the accumulated sweat and dark strands of hair framing his face. A complete contrast to his usual pristine appearance that came with also being the student council president.
Till feels his stomach warm at the sight. There are a few minutes of silence as Ivan observes Till, removing his towel and slinging it over the top. Till's breath hitches, trailing down Ivan's muscular torso, face blooming red when he notices Ivan's dick rapidly hardening and at the heat in Ivan's expression—dark eyes dipping low and jaw clenched in a way that was a characteristic tell that Ivan was holding back as his gaze swept down Till's naked body.
Ivan makes his move. Stepping closer to Till, his hand wraps around Till's waist and tugs him closer until their bodies are pressed up against each other.
“Till.”
“You made me wait, asshole.” Till hisses beneath his breath but the irritation seemingly melts as Ivan nuzzles against him, lips trailing hotly down his neck and doing well in distracting Till from the fact they are very much in public.
Ivan reaches behind and turns the water on, making Till jump at the shock of cold water pelting the two. “Sorry.”
Till can feel the curve of Ivan's lips against his skin and grips his hair, pulling Ivan away from marking his pale skin. Shooting him a glare that inevitably softens at the sight of Ivan's snaggle tooth.
“Stop grinning and I'll believe you.”
Ivan pouts at that.
“...But you’re so cute when you're startled.”
Till flushes, holding himself back from indignantly throwing his fists to defend his honour in case they are heard. Instead he furiously bites Ivan's arm.
Ivan groans, flinching forward as his dick springs up, hitting Till's stomach that will leave a mark for sure given Ivan's size.
“Pervert.” Till insults and he swears he feels Ivan's dick twitch. Still, he wraps his hand around Ivan's cock as an act of mercy, sinking into the heat of Ivan's skin against his and the warmed water raining above them slickening the glide of Till's hand.
Till can feel Ivan's breath tremble against his hair as his breathing increases.
“Till…” Ivan's hand slides down, trailing heat down Till's back and waist to cup Till's small but shapely ass and giving it a squeeze. Ivan then drags his hand lower to brush against Till's taint. Communicating his intent.
“We have to be…fast.” Till murmurs, cheek rubbing against Ivan's chest as he glances up.
Ivan hums, he pulls Till off and turns him around. Hands lingering around Till's hips as insatiable thoughts invade his mind at the mere sight. Only Ivan can hold Till like this.
“Here, hold the wall.” Ivan guides Till's hands, pressing a kiss against Till's nape that makes Till shiver before kneeling on the wet tiles.
Till's breath is stolen from his lungs as Ivan pulls his hips back, leveraging space to fit his face between Till's thighs, and mouth at Till's soaked hole in hunger.
Till shudders, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. This isn't what Till had meant by being fast. Idly, Till rocks his hips back, feeling the buzz of pleasure quieten his mind as he focuses on Ivan's long tongue prodding around his sensitive walls with urgency.
Till's nerves skyrocket whenever a voice from Ivan's teammates brush close to where the two are hidden, keeping him alert and clenching around Ivan's tongue every now and then even as Ivan's fingers rub at Till's clit.
Till can already feel how embarrassingly close he is. He bites the back of his finger, short gasps escaping his nose as he rocks back, vision blurring and thighs twitching with effort to keep himself up as Ivan slurps messily at Till's pussy like it is his last meal.
Internally Till curses Ivan's tendency for voyeurism that makes him feel like a promiscuous slut, it is dirty and shameful and ticks every box that Till has a metaphorical boner for.
Till blames Ivan for infecting him with his perverseness. His body shakes as the waves of pleasure travel down his trembling legs. He rocks back against Ivan's mouth desperately searching for more of the delicious feeling. Till cries out a muffled moan of Ivan's name as he climaxes, his hole squeezing around Ivan's tongue in the aftermath until Ivan slowly pulls back leaving Till's pussy empty of stimulation.
Till pants, catching his breath. He glances behind him when he feels the shift of Ivan's presence moving from below his knees to draping himself over Till's back, large hands steadying Till's hips.
Ivan grasps Till's jaw, holding him in place as their tongues meet. Till can taste himself on Ivan as Ivan sucks and nips at Till's lips before parting for air, the hood of Ivan's eyes lower and he looks at Till like a hungry predator.
“That was faster than usual.” Ivan lowly comments in that smug tone of his and Till can do nothing but respond with a weak glare—still reeling back his senses from his orgasm. “You like getting fucked knowing my teammates can catch us anytime?”
Till huffs and Ivan smiles, all evil and no good and Till's hole twitches at the inlaid promise behind the curve of Ivan's mouth.
The sound of Ivan's teammates slowly disappear as they withdraw from the locker room and Till turns the water off before leaning his head forward against the tiles. He inhales then exhales slowly, already feeling the way his cunt is begging for more, call it being conditioned by a wolf in sheep's clothing.
“Shut the…fuck up and…stick your dick in.”
Ivan chuckles, the sound vibrating low against Till's back as Ivan sweeps a hand down Till's body, like he is searing his touch into Till's skin, agonisingly slow just to be a tease.
Ivan's fingers twitch where they come to rest over Till's stomach, exactly where he liked to press down whenever he fucked in deep and mutter crazed words about breeding Till full and other nonsense.
“Ivan…please.” Till whines, arching his hips in a way he hopes is enticing as he presses back against Ivan's drooling cock. Coming once wasn't enough, not with his high sex drive and Ivan's stamina that beat even that. If Till was as shameless as Ivan, he'd say they were made for each other.
Till doesn't have to ask twice.
Ivan angles his hips, holding his dick with one hand so the tip nudges against Till's slick hole and slowly presses himself in. Relishing in the way Till's pussy welcomes the more than generous girth blessed by his genetics with every inch Ivan fucks in.
Till's body trembles as he squeezes around Ivan, huffing hot air as he tries yet fails to hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. Ivan is big, stretching and stimulating Till's sensitive walls in a way Till's toys desperately fail. The heat of Ivan's throbbing cock does nothing to stop Till from reflexively pressing back like there was anything more to take, greedy hole searching for more pleasure.
Till whines as Ivan's cock retreats, leaving him unbearingly empty.
“Ivan—”
“I'm going to put it back in.” Ivan reassures and Till slowly relaxes with a moan as Ivan slides back inside, clit throbbing at the returned stretch.
Till tenses when he hears the smack of trainers against the vinyl floor, and the feeling of Ivan's cock jerking in response when Till tightens makes him bite his lip to keep any sounds from escaping.
Unfortunately for Till, Ivan doesn’t care to stop. Instead, opting to cover Till's mouth with his hand as Ivan languidly rolls his hips as his other hand presses down on Till's stomach.
“I forgot my bag, where the fuck is it.”
Till tries to bite at Ivan's palm in warning but his teeth rub against calloused skin instead, his tongue licks the sweat of Ivan's palm and he can feel Ivan's cock throb deep inside of him.
Till can't help but tense at the sounds Ivan's teammates are making as they shuffle around the changing room.
Ivan's huff of amusement beside Till's ear sends another wave of heat trembling down his frame to where his pussy twitches around Ivan's cock.
Till mentally curses Ivan as he rolls his hips in and out of Till, scratching at the tiles as he struggles to not make a sound because fuck Ivan and his dick that keep dragging him into feeling so good he almost wants to not give a fuck about getting caught. Why should he care those muscle for brain idiots walked in on him getting fucked? Till deserves to feel good.
“Hurry up, loser.”
“Shut the fuck up, Marty. Did captain leave?”
“Probably, he's an in and out kinda guy.”
There is silence for a few seconds. Nerve wrecking few seconds where Till shifts in an attempt to pull away as Ivan slowly works his hips—pelvis pressing against Till's ass. Till can feel Ivan lean forward, resting his head against Till's nape, dark hair tickling Till as he presses a kiss to it.
“Hey, you know that emo guy always hanging around the captain?” The voice who didn't belong to Marty suddenly speaks.
“Till?”
Till feels Ivan's hand around his mouth tightening at the sound of another man saying his name. Holding his breath as Ivan cages him closer to the wall. Till can feel every inch of Ivan's cock brushing his sensitive walls making him jolt forward, the tip is pressed against his cervix and he pants open mouthed as tears blur his vision at the pleasurable ache.
“Yeah, I think Jae Sunbae’s got a boner for losers. Do you know if they're like dating or some shit?”
“I don't know man, I'm the wrong person to ask.”
“Maybe if your head wasn't stuck in a book all day outside practise you'd know.”
“Tough talk coming from you, Junho. What would you know about poetry? And you wonder why you don't get girls.”
“Yeah yeah, like flowery words will do much. Oh hey, got my bag. Let's get the hell out.”
Till breathes as he hears them leave, not noticing Ivan had stopped moving until Till pushes his hips back and isn't jostled forward.
Till tugs at Ivan's hand covering his mouth, “Ivan?”
“Hm?” Ivan acknowledges, pulling out and turning Till around who gasps at the abruptness of Ivan's actions.
When Till looks at Ivan, he realised something coils in the abyss of Ivan's dark eyes, tightening around Till's chest in a way that makes his heart beat faster. Ivan isn't looking directly at him however and Till notices the clench of his jaw.
Ivan had always shown his possessiveness in ways not explicitly understood—a crop top Till had worn that led to two men hitting on him went missing from the laundry the next day, little things like his eyes darkening whenever somebody caught Till's attention or the way he'd move closer like Ivan was making a statement, invading Till's space that nobody else had the privilege to be in.
“Need you,” Till flushes at his own honest admission, glancing away as his hands move from the wall to Ivan—his fingers grip Ivan's arms, feeling the firm muscle flex beneath his touch.
Ivan hums as if he is contemplating something, eyes focusing back on Till, softening before his lips are crashing against Till in a bruising kiss, mouth moving like he is claiming Till.
Till's knees feel weak, his lips parting around a moan as he arches into Ivan, his pert nipples brush against Ivan's toned body sending tingles to his stomach. Till's mouth is pried open by Ivan's hot and wet tongue leaving Till dazed and wanting more. His earlier concerns seemed to be washed into the back of his mind with every tide of warmth spreading down his body. Till can feel the way his pussy drips slick down his thighs and he clenches them.
Ivan's hands move to grip the lean muscle beneath Till's thighs and Till gets the memo. Wrapping his arms around Ivan's broad shoulders as Ivan lifts him up and presses Till against the wall.
Till whines when he feels Ivan's cock, aimlessly brushing against his slick folds until the tip of it catches against his hole, tugging the sensitive flesh until Ivan angles himself perfectly and slides in.
The position hit deeper, like Ivan's cock was breaching directly into Till's womb and Till shivers at the thought, pussy clenching around the throbbing length stretching his insides.
“You're mine, all mine, aren't you, pretty baby?” Ivan groans, sucking the sweat of Till's neck and biting down to mark the pale skin.
Till whimpers out a response, tugging Ivan's head closer because the pain and pleasure of Ivan's teeth sinking into his skin and his cock rutting up Till's pussy was making him drunk on arousal.
The soft slaps of skin against skin sounds wetly, like it is echoing against the tiles as Ivan increases his pace making Till flush at how lewd it sounds. He buries his face in Ivan's shoulder, ankles crossing behind Ivan's back as Ivan continues to pull Till down with every snap of his hips.
“Ivan—ngh…” Till stutters as Ivan's cock continues to fuck him into tomorrow and Till can feel the way Ivan's breathing becomes more ragged, his grip tightening around Till's thighs as his movements lose rhythm.
“Together, let's cum together, baby.” Ivan rasps, fucking into Till and pressing Till closer to the wall, the angle makes Till's clit brush against Ivan's pelvis, sending a new wave of pleasure down Till's body.
Till moans, stomach tightening with every wave of pleasure jolting his pussy to sporadically clench around Ivan's cock as if coaxing Ivan to fill his empty hole.
Till is close, so, so close and he wants—no needs to cum so badly.
"Close?" Ivan asks and Till nods, trying to look at Ivan but his vision is bleary with tears.
“Cum for me, Till.” Ivan commands.
Till comes—his vision whitening. He can feel the way his body tries to jerk away from Ivan's cock as it continues to stimulate him through his orgasm, leaving him to hiccup around Ivan's name until he feels heat flood his pussy, drenching his hole as Ivan groans.
Ivan's hips slow down, giving Till some reprieve from being pulled into overstimulation until he softens enough to pull out of Till's swollen cunt.
Till pants, swallowing his complaint of Ivan's cum dripping out when Ivan turns the shower back on. Thankfully, the water decides to come out hot and Till sinks into the comforting bliss as Ivan cleans them both while he dozes off.
The soft slamming of the car doors make Till stir, blinking away the drowsiness as he realises he is in Ivan's car.
“Sleep well?” Ivan teases and Till glances up.
Till hadn't realised he was that tired, being tortured beneath the sun combined with the release of endorphins after sex must have made him much more exhausted than he had realised.
Till stares blankly at Ivan and then himself, noticing he is wearing an extra pair of Ivan's shorts and his own shirt.
“You changed me?”
“Mhn.” Ivan says, raising a hand to brush the stray strands of Till's hair behind his ear. Till leans into the touch with a sigh.
“Thanks.” Till mumbles before he pulls himself back and sinks into the comfortable leather of Ivan's car.
“My place or yours?” Ivan asks as he turns the engine on and shifts the gear.
“Yours? My mum said my aunt is visiting and…”
Ivan nods, getting the cue. Till was out the closet and proud of it but some of his relatives held conservative opinions and Io was too kind. Of course, if any of them actually dared to say anything outright she would readily defend her son but other than that, Till didn't want to be a burden and have his mum cut off her only family that supported the two way back when. Ivan thought Till was just like his mother in that regard, kind to a fault.
“Want to watch a movie? I'll order something and we can just relax.”
“Only? No sex?” Till asks suspiciously.
“I thought you liked it just now?”
“We are never doing that again.” Till says vehemently. “Not even a succubus can handle your monstrous stamina.”
“You're the only succubus I'm interested in.” Ivan returns playfully before a mock thoughtful expression paints his face. “Are you calling me a…what was the term, a stud?”
Till looks visibly disgusted, “Never say that again.”
“But you like it when I breed you—”
“Ah! Shut up, shut up!” Till yells, face flushing a furious red, “I'm definitely not fucking you in public again, you freak.”
Ivan appears nonplussed at that, familiar with the constant tide of Till's feelings. It was what Till had said before, once during their overnight school trip when everyone had been fast asleep beneath their sleeping bags, another during a midnight rendezvous beneath the shadows of trees and thick shrubbery. The point was, Till may say he wouldn't, only to end up tugging at Ivan with want that would end up with them fucking at most, making Till cum grinding on Ivan's thigh the very least.
A notification from Ivan's phone catches both of their attention. Till glances Ivan's way as he pulls his phone out and watches Ivan read whatever message he got before looking at Till.
“There's a party.”
“No way.” Till says. He wants to shower properly, because the shower stalls didn't count and lay in bed doing nothing, preferably with Ivan beside him.
“Okay.” Ivan agrees readily enough.
“Wait, who sent the message?”
“Mizi. Change of heart?”
Till's eyes flicker to Ivan, empty and dark in a way that makes him shiver and simultaneously clench his thighs. Till looks away, muttering, “Not like that.”
“I just don't want to be alone if we're going.” Till adds when the silence stretches.
“Do you want to go?” Ivan asks, hand finding its place over Till thighs and squeezing it. “You’re tired, aren't you?”
Till nods, but he is also curious as to why Mizi invited Ivan. She rarely did, knowing parties weren't Ivan's scene unless they were celebrating a match or some fancy, three piece suite bourgeois networking event Ivan went to as heir. “But just a little, for a little bit.”
Ivan observes Till for a second, “If you're sure,” before he pulls the car out as Till fiddles with the aux, his phone already connected and playing music as Ivan drives.
—
The bass booms, reverberating from the hidden speakers, not the kind of music Till has the taste for but it is upbeat enough to keep the party going.
Ivan glances at Till.
“What?”
“We can stay for an hour?” Ivan asks Till, aware of Till's unsocial tendencies.
“Sounds good to me.” Till shrugs as they make their way up from the porch.
Somewhere in Till's mind, the gate being unlocked sounded like a warning but he brushes the thought away. There are probably security cameras—Till glances up and spots one with a blinking red light, and walks a little faster next to Ivan.
The house is big, not as big as Ivan's home but enough to prove a point—which is clearly money. The door swings open against Ivan's palm, prepared for the party goers and comers.
Till steps foot first, eyes roaming over the throng of activity, drinking, dancing, and playing. To one side of the room where a pool table sits, a half naked girl, Till guesses was a cheerleader from her shirt, lay as members of the netball team drip shots down her body and attempt to lick it before it spills.
Till averts his eyes, uninterested and slightly disturbed.
As soon as Ivan steps in behind him, the atmosphere seems to change.
Ivan was like that, carrying a magnetic charm that pulled at people's attention whether they wanted to give it or not.
Despite Ivan's wishes, he is pulled away by a group of other jocks much to Till's amusement and Till turns away from Ivan's not so obvious pout. He can practically hear Ivan's complaints as if they had some sort of telepathic connection. Which thank fuck they didn't.
Till makes for the food, it isn't like he is an outgoing extrovert interested in mingling with the crowd and if the music sucks, Till hopes the food at least doesn't because that would be his company for the night.
It was a good thing the host was rich with the eagerness to laud their wealth, Till thinks as he piles his plate with whatever catches his eye—most of it being meat and anything remotely spicy enough to make his tongue tingle.
Maybe if Till ate enough of it, the spice would stay and burn Ivan's tongue when they make out later. Till can't be the only one flushed and crying all the time for his own non existent dignity, if Ivan wouldn't let Till put a cock cage on him, then Till would have to use spicy food.
Till keeps his eyes open for Mizi or Sua once he is satisfied with his selection, because if he finds one he'd find the other.
Till glances at the direction Ivan was dragged but he doesn’t spot his boyfriend either. His ears prick unintentionally when he hears Ivan's name being mentioned. It's obvious enough as to why Ivan was the golden boy of Anakt, his grades aside—Ivan was unfairly handsome, even moreso with flushed cheeks as he fucked into Till, dark hair falling over his eyes as his large hands pressed Till's thighs down. Nobody but Till would know Ivan could look that way and something inside Till felt a little smug at that.
“Hey, Till, right?” An unfamiliar voice speaks up startling Till from his thoughts that were beginning to enter his tongue and Ivan's dick territory.
Till notices the crimson varsity jacket and scowls. He makes to walk away and ignore the man but the jock holds onto his arm with a firm grip.
“What?” Till snaps, not wanting to pull away in case the food he spent time carefully curating on his plate falls, he'd really rather not have to spend the remaining time here cleaning up someone else's house.
The jock withdraws, arms raising in surrender at Till's tone. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Junho, and this might be weird but I've been to your spring festival talent performance and I'm a big fan.”
“O—oh?” Till stutters, slightly taken aback. Maybe he had judged Junho too fast. “Thanks?”
“No problem. Actually, I skipped a year due to an accident so I'm kinda older than everyone here which makes it awkward sometimes and I feel out of place but you really stood out to me back then and I remember thinking you were cool for expressing yourself, you know? Uh anyways, I was wondering—I hope it won't come off strange but are you really dating the captain?”
Till looks away slightly embarrassed as he nods. His heart thumping at the recognition of his and Ivan's relationship, like it was a reminder that other people could see them acting like lovers and doing cringe couple stuff. “Yeah, thanks and yeah to that too…”
There are a few seconds of silence and Till shifts on his feet unsure whether he should just walk away or stay awkwardly because he doesn't want to seem rude to somebody who was apparently not here to mock him.
“Oh.” Junho says, finally. “So you probably don't know—uh I don't mean to alarm you but have you noticed anything weird about the captain?”
“Huh? No, why?” Till asks as he raises his head, “Did Ivan get hurt or something?”
“Nothing like that. Actually…maybe it's best if you don't know. Forget I said anything.” Junho smiles but it was different from his earlier cheery one. He rubs the back of his neck and avoids meeting Till's eyes in a way that makes Till frown—Like Junho is hiding something he knows from Till, about Ivan.
“Wait.” Till stops Junho who pulls away to leave, “Is Ivan…hiding something from me?”
Junho perks up, eyes flickering around their surroundings making Till do the same. Ivan must have been dragged to the upper floor since Till can’t spot him or the group of jocks still wearing their varsity jackets.
“It's just…I heard some rumours.” Junho begins.
“You're getting information from rumours?” Till asks, unimpressed.
“No it isn't like that, don't you find it weird the captain never talks about his family? He has a weird relationship with his parents, everyone knows they're really rich but even a businessman would visit their kid's national games, right?”
Till hums, it wasn't like Ivan's relationship with his parents was news, Till was observant enough to pick up their distance which was why he never complained when Ivan stuck to him, claiming Ivan as his family when they were young.
“Did you know Ivan isn't actually their son?”
Till's attention snaps to Junho, “What are you trying to say?”
“He's actually a bastard son but because he's the oldest, his family decided to keep him as a legitimate heir. By the way, you can't share this with anyone, if word gets out you'll have their family's lawyers on your tail. If you're curious to find out more…” Junho reaches for his back pocket, stilling for a second as an awkward laugh escapes his lips. “I think I misplaced my phone but let me grab a pen real quick.”
Till watches silently as Junho disappears. He returns shortly after, brown eyes brightening at the sight of Till remaining where Junho left him, oblivious to Till's thoughts as he hands Till the ripped piece of paper with a messy scrawl.
Till stares at the crinkled paper as Junho leaves him before scrunching it up and tossing it into the closest bin with a scoff.
Plate in hand, Till looks for a free spot to sit, somewhere he won't be bothered. Crowded places like this weren't his thing and honestly, Till doubts it is Ivan's either regardless of how seamlessly he moulded himself to fit in.
Till would like to think he knows Ivan a bit more than the facade he wore, heck, Till knows Ivan when he would lick Till's blood as kids to ‘speed up’ healing. Ivan still does that but now Till clearly knows he was bullshitting.
Till picks a skewer to munch on, the meat moist with the perfect saucy balance of sweet and sour. He is beginning to feel a little more content in his corner when the weight of someone breaching his space makes Till look behind him.
An unfamiliar face, light eyes and dark hair smirks in his direction, roaming the entirety of Till's figure with suggestion.
Till swallows, the meat losing its flavour as he shifts away towards the far end of the couch. Till was set to ignore him and continue chowing down when the stranger decides to open his mouth.
“Bet I could show you a better time than Ivan. Don't you think he's a bit too stuck up? Looking down on us like we're dirt beneath his shoes. Does he treat you that way in bed too?”
Till frowns, ignoring him as he dry swallows his food, eyes anxiously flitting around the room for someone familiar but all he is met with is the growing attention from strangers.
“Hey, I'm talking to you.”
“I don't give a fuck.” Till snaps with a scowl, he is tired and his patience is wearing thinner by the second. “Piss off with your bullshit.”
Till feels his instincts blare a warning and he moves back. The bastard must have taken Till's words as a challenge, scooting even closer and even placing a hand on Till's knee like he has permission.
“Oho? Feisty, I like it. Means you’ll cry when I fuck that brattiness out of you. Do you like it rough, sweetheart? I can fuck you like that if you want.”
“Fuck no,” Till says as he shoves the hand off his knee, feeling repulsed. His head feels stuffy, a little hot as he pointedly glares at the bastard. “And don't touch me. I'd prefer dying.”
The prick chuckles. “How edgy. You look like you're into being tied and whipped with that emo look you have going on. Ivan probably does that for you? Or maybe not, he looks too much like a pussy—”
He doesn't get a chance to continue as Till's fists meets the bastard's cheek, the impact hurts his knuckles but he doesn't stop there, his plate shatters as it crashes against the floor, grabbing people's attention as Till rears his arm back.
“What's going on?’
“Oh, Jae Subae again.”
“Look at him playing victim after harassiing another student.”
“That emo kid is going to end up in the hospital at this rate.”
Jae retaliates, shoving Till off to the ground as the murmurs around them grow. He shrugs his leather jacket off, furious eyes glaring at Till as blood drips down his nose and Till feels some satisfaction at Jae's split lip. Before Jae can lunge for Till, a cold voice cuts through the crowd.
“What's going on?”
Till looks up, noticing Ivan approaching with a smile on his face and eyes devoid of warmth when they roam over the unwelcome company about to rock Till's shit.
“C—Captain.” Jae stutters, eyes flickering between Ivan and Till. “Just a misunderstanding, I need to use the bathroom, excuse me.”
Till watches, slightly mystified as Jae backs away, all anger seemingly vanishing as he nervously grabs his jacket and scurries off as if a ghost was hunting him down. Till scoffs at the coward before turning back to face Ivan.
“Are you alright?”
“I'm fine. Nothing I couldn't have handled.” Till answers as he stands up. He dusts himself off, avoiding everyone's gaze including Ivan because their attention prickles uncomfortably beneath his skin and he's scared Ivan would see through his lie. “Can we leave?”
Ivan stands silent for a while before nodding. With one hand on Ivan's forearm, Till steers both of them outside. Ivan's silence makes Till glance behind him and he raises a questioning brow.
“What?”
“Did he say anything weird?” Ivan asks, his voice low and the words left his mouth like a threat. At least, earlier, Ivan's tone had carried some warmth through his confusion but this, it was cold and eerily empty in a way Till's heart trembled.
Till's fingers tighten where they hold onto Ivan, he shakes his head quickly. “No, he was just being a dick. You know, the usual.”
Ivan hums.
Till watches as Ivan wraps his hand around Till's wrist, his thumb presses against Till's palm, bringing Till's hand up closer to Ivan's mouth. Like he was caught in a hunter's snare, Till watches entranced as the tip of Ivan's tongue peeks from between his lips and licks at Till's bloodied knuckles.
Till hisses, hand reflexively jerking away at the sting of pain but Ivan's grip is firm as he continues. Till glances up at Ivan, heart skyrocketing at the weight behind Ivan's eyes before he slowly drops Till's hand. Not letting go of his wrist.
“What was that?” Till asks breathlessly as Ivan tugs them to where his car is parked.
Ivan glances behind him, a smile on his lips, familiar warmth in his eyes, “Let's order bulgogi.”
“The missing body of a high schooler was found yesterday near a rice farm. This would make the victim the fifth out of the growing trail the police believe to be connected to a serial case of murders. Police chief Kim—”
Till glances at Ivan who had switched the TV off, it isn't like he is paying attention either but he raises a questioning brow from where he sat on Ivan's bed.
“Since when were you interested in the news?” Ivan asks as he sits beside Till and pulls Till onto his lap.
Till shrugs, slightly miffed Ivan had moved him as he reaches for his sketchbook without getting off Ivan. “I'm not, but the body they showed looked familiar.”
Ivan pulls Till closer, “How would you know? It was pixilated.”
“Call it an artist's intuition.”
“Then…why are you looking at other men's bodies so seriously? You should only look at mine.” Ivan whines, rubbing his head against Till like an overgrown puppy.
“Youre being ridiculous.” Till rolls his eyes, glancing back down at his flower study. He picked anemones, blood pooling from the pistils and torn petals lay scattered across the page.
“How macabre.” Ivan comments when Till doesn't pat his head, peering over Till's shoulder, “But pretty like you.”
Till snorts, heat creeping up his face easily the way it always did, particularly when Ivan said these things so easily. “You always say that.”
“It's true, it has this dark, edgy vibe that's beautiful in only a way that suits you. I'm lucky I'm the only one who knows how cute you really are.”
Till meets Ivan's eyes and holds that gaze as he feels his cheeks heaten. There is something Till can't exactly define behind those crimson pupils but it warms him, makes him feel safe or a lesser man fearful.
“Eyeliner would suit you.” Till turns his attention back to his drawing, “If you weren't so much more focused on pleasing the wrong—ngh?”
Till shivers at the heat and moisture of Ivan's mouth pressing a kiss against his nape, sharp tooth denting Till's sensitive skin and it feels like a warning. Dangerous. If Ivan wanted to, he could crush Till, his arms were bigger, thighs thicker and chest sturdier in the way that was both reliable but also meant danger, like the underlying threat of a gentle predator.
The way Ivan held Till, warm where their bodies touched, little pressure, was a gentle reminder that he was there. It sometimes made Till stop his train of thoughts and focus more on Ivan it was addicting in a way.
“Anything for you.” Ivan murmurs.
“What's that supposed to mean?” Till mumbles beneath his breath, shivering when Ivan's fingers slide beneath his shirt. Till slowly relaxes when Ivan keeps his hands resting just over his stomach, not going any further then simply feeling Till's warmth.
There is silence for a few minutes, the scratch of the blunt end of Till's pencil and the ticking clock filling the space between their breaths. Till places his pencil down and stretches.
Ivan's arms around Till's waist pull Till closer as he adjusts himself.. “Anakt has an upcoming match in four weeks.”
Till blinks slowly, fighting a sudden yawn. “Is that why you've been busier than usual?”
Ivan nods, “Did you miss me?”
“Yeah.” Till replies, in a rare instance he decides to be honest.
Ivan looks like he doesn't expect Till to agree without him needing to needle the information from him. His cheeks redden slightly, pretty over his ivory skin and Till's fingers itch to draw what he sees.
Ivan clears his throat, “Will you come to watch?”
The question is unnecessary, an attempt to hide Ivan's embarrassment and Till wants to take it and study it.
Till drops his sketchbook to the side and turns around so he is straddling Ivan, his hands came to rest on Ivan's shirt, tugging him so their lips are close.
“When do I not?” Till says softly before pressing his lips against Ivan.
Ivan hums against his mouth, fingers toying with the end of Till's shirt as he responds, moving against Till's mouth like he is encouraging Till to take more.
Till leans into the kiss, the heat was there but he didn't feed into it, instead, Till lazily winds his arms around Ivan's neck as he slowly moves his lips. Delighting in the brush of their lips against each other and the content sighs escaping as Ivan rubs Till's back in a soothing motion.
Till pulls away first, lips shiny with spit as he regards Ivan for a second. “I won't be able to watch practice but I'll definitely make it for the game. I got dragged into helping out with costumes for the theater club and I kinda owe the costume designer.”
“Oh? Is that for the play they plan on doing at the cultural festival? Talchum? I heard about it during budgeting but I had to leave the meeting early.”
“Mn, I think so, Hana said they need to prepare earlier since it's more complicated. They wanted to do a puppet show but the principal spoke to Mr Hwan and you know how he is. Not like anybody actually is competing against a high school for something like this anyways.”
“I'm surprised you know all of that.” Ivan says as he pokes Till's cheek with his index finger.
“Hana was venting.” Till explains because it was rare for him to know about what was going on around the school so Ivan's curiosity is valid.
“Are you and her close?”
“Not really?” Till answers, “She helped me out once, I only know her because of Mizi.”
There was silence for a while before Till's phone abandoned somewhere pings with a notification. He ignores it, but a series of pings go off and then his phone is ringing.
“Odd.” Till mumbles with a frown as he gets up, finding his phone beneath the plush cushions on Ivan's alcove by the window. He glances at the caller ID before hitting the green answer button, “Mizi?”
“Hey, Till, is Ivan with you?”
“Yeah.” Till glances at Ivan who is watching him. “We're at his place, something up?”
“Could you pass the phone to him? It's urgent and he isn't picking up my calls.”
“Uh sure.” Till says, before walking over to Ivan and handing him his phone, “It's Mizi.”
Ivan glances from Till's phone to his face before he accepts, “Hey, Mizi.”
Till moves to lay on his stomach on Ivan's bed as he watches Ivan speak in hushed murmurs. He meets Till's eyes for a second before leaving and Till watches him go with a raised brow. Till slumps over the bed, listening to his breaths and the ticking clock in the empty room before he decides to roll around, Ivan's bed was big enough for him to do so and rumpled sheets never killed anyone.
Till is tempted to try to sneak over and listen in but the last time he was caught, he was too embarrassed to look at Iva even though Ivan looked like he didn't mind at all. It was like Till could do anything and Ivan would let Till get away with it.
Till grabs Ivan's pillow, it smells like his cologne, seductive in a way that reminds him of all the times he would catch a whiff of it when Ivan was close, stronger when their bodies were pressing up against each other.
Somewhere lost in his thoughts of Ivan, Till hears the door click open and close before weight presses down on the mattress behind him.
“Are you asleep, baby?” Ivan asks softly, knowing how susceptible Till is to waking up even though Till had never struggled when he fell asleep in Ivan's arms.
Till hums “What was all that about?”
“It was about someone from my team.”
“Why would Mizi be calling about your team?” Till asks as he turns around, noticing Ivan had leaned down to kiss his forehead. Till flips onto his back, hand coming up to pet through Ivan's hair as Ivan leans down to lay his head on Till's chest.
“Just someone who's a little insecure and trying to muddy my name.” Ivan says, sounding amused. “Try is the keyword, nobody would believe a known troublemaker, especially if they dirty Anakt's reputation too.”
“Sounds messy.” Till comments, still not getting the correlation. There is that repetitive feeling again, like Ivan is keeping something hidden, something that was a key point to answering his questions. Someone who would actually dare to make an enemy out of Ivan, poster golden boy and the student council president, to Till it sounded like a one way trip to social suicide—”Oh!”
Till snaps his fingers as a head of light hair wearing the same varsity jacket as Ivan with the number 67, “Junho Sunbae?”
Ivan tenses before he looks up at Till, eyes sharp, glinting like obsidian. “How do you know Junho?”