Mad Dash
"No Kwan."
"Ah, come on. Pleeease?"
"NO. We have to get to practice early today. Remember? Football rally later tonight? Bonfire? Gotta get through practice first?"
Kwan stepped in front of Dash, effectively cutting him off from his intended path to the locker room. "Practice will still be there. They wouldn't start without the quarterback anyway."
Dash sighed impatiently, not in the mood for his boyfriend's efforts at the moment. "We can't. They'll get mad if we're late again, and that's a bad rap for the both of us."
"I don't really care right now. Come on! I've been thinking about you all day long, and the old copy room's not far from here…" Kwan intentionally pouted to emphasize his point.
The quarterback couldn't help but blush furiously, but hid it well as he stared at the ground and continued to walk around the other teen, resolute in his decision.
"It'll just be a quickie…"
"Kwan, shush!" Dash turned back around, making sure no one was nearby to hear him.
Kwan paused, then smiled maniacally as he tried to keep his laughter down while he spoke. "Or should I say…a mad dash?"
Dash didn't speak to Kwan for the rest of the night.
Here, have this randomness of DashxKwan. (I regret nothing.)
Not sure if I should delete this or turn this into my collection of little one-shots (or keep it as is by itself). Thoughts?