John's hand slipped into the box of popcorn he was holding, picking up a piece and throwing it into his mouth. He scanned the hall for Stephen and found him in a huddle with his team mates. A smile spread across John's face as he examined the brunette, but all he could think about was how lucky Cara was.
Since the beginning, when Cara was just talking to Stephen telepathically, John couldn't help but feel jealous. He had so much respect for Stephen, he felt guilty after what he had done to Stephen's father, and if Stephen was anything like his father, then he was a man to respect.
John wasn't hurt by what Cara had done. Yes, he cared about her, but he was more upset at the fact that he couldn't be with Stephen. He saw the way Cara was with him, the connection they had, and it crushed him. John acted as if he didn't care about Stephen, tried to act as if nothing was wrong. Cara thought that he was jealous of Stephen and the connection she had with him, but it was the other way around all along.
John kept his head clear despite all he was feeling. His eyes scanned Stephen's body as it glistened with sweat. Time to have some fun.
Stephen heard John's thoughts, it was John's intention for them to be heard. Stephen swallowed hard as he readied himself. The huddle disbanded with a cheer, "let's go Wildcats" John repeated after the team.
The game was in motion and Stephen glanced up so see John with his eyes fixed upon him. Stephen made his move but the ball hit him in the face with a thud. The team scored anyhow. John let out a snicker as he took another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Stephen looked up to see the dirty blonde haired man smirking at him. Stephen panted as he caught his breath and turned away from John. Stephen had another chance to score, he saw the opportunity but as he was about to take it he came face to face with the floor. The ball managed to reach the net and the team scored once again. Stephen picked himself up off the floor with a look of annoyance plastered across his face. He turned to see John looking pleased with himself, shovelling another mouthful of popcorn into his mouth.
When the game finished Stephen changed as quickly as he could, he needed to see John, little did he know John could already see him. John stood outside as Stephen got changed, he peered in telling himself it was only to check how long he would be. When Stephen was fully clothed, John positioned himself behind the door with his back against the wall. He tried to look as confident and relaxed as possible, but he was nervous.
Stephen came out of the changing rooms to find John propped up against the wall. His hair was ruffled, his skin was glowing, and his eyes were glistening. Stephen tried not to think about how John looked, leaning against the wall with his eyes fixed upon him.
Too late.
John already knew what he was thinking, his mouth turned up at the corner.
"What was that?" Stephen questioned, his eyes fixed upon John's, but that wasn't the question he wanted to ask.
John fought the urge to bite his lip as he read Stephen's thoughts and emotions. What is this? John asked Stephen, his voice low in Stephen's mind. I know what you're thinking.
Stephen broke eye contact with John, and after a second he replied. Took you long enough.
Stephen took a step closer to John, their eyes meeting again. John's lips parted, he stared at Stephen speechless as he cupped his face. Stephen's eyelashes fluttered as he leaned in towards John.
To their surprise Cara teleported right behind them. Stephen stepped away from John quickly, adrenaline ran through his body as he realised how close they had cut it.
"So I guess you two have made up" Cara looked at the two men with little emotion.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that" Stephen replied, John's gaze was still fixed upon Stephen, even with Cara in the room. Cara walked down the short flight of steps in front of her.
"I better get going" John teased, winking at Stephen. Stephen watched as the two of them teleported away. Stephen's heart beat steadied and the rush he felt was dying down, but this was merely the beginning.
