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Warning: Rated M, language

Since the night they had spent together in the hotel for Ryan's birthday, Ryan and Nate were much more relaxed with each other.

Nate didn't bite his lip when the usual comments wanted to fly out and Ryan had got much better at feeling like he deserved to be this happy with such a hot boyfriend.

That was why Ryan was so concerned when his usually sunny and jokey boyfriend seemed withdrawn and sullen in class today. It was particularly unusual since it was last class on Wednesday, meaning only another half an hour or so before they could spend some alone time with each other.

Ryan's bored mind wandered to unchaste thoughts of exactly how he would like to spend that time with Nate, before he shook his head, breaking that unwise train of thought while he was in the middle of class.

Ryan looked sideways at Nate, trying to work out what was wrong as the teacher droned on about history.

He looks like he hasn't slept well, the redhead observed as he noticed dark circles under his boyfriends's eyes. Nate was also uncharacteristically chewing nervously at his fingernails, deep in thought.

Ryan quickly scribbled a note on a piece of paper and slid it across to him when the teacher wasn't looking.

Are you okay, Nate? Ry xoxo

This seemed to snap Nate out of his trance and Ryan looked at him suspiciously as he plastered on an obviously fake "I'm okay" smile, complete with wiggling eyebrows, as he scribbled a reply and passed it back.

Ryan couldn't help blushing when he read it,

I'm fine, babe! You know me, just trying to fend off my hard-on with you sat so close ;P xoxoxo

Ryan gave him Kurt's patented bitch-please look as he passed his reply back;

Nathaniel Harris! You don't fool me. See me after class! ;) xoxoxoxo

He smirked when Nate's eyes widened at the last part, glad he had brought a little of his boyfriends's usual cheeky spark back, but he was still worried.

Sebastian cheered loudly with the home crowd on the bleachers at David's school. His team had just secured a commanding victory and were on the way to the Championship.

The celebrating players eventually made their way off the pitch and into the locker rooms, but it was so busy that he couldn't see David. Sebastian got his phone out of his pocket as he made his way down the bleachers, waiting a few minutes before heading into the corridors near the locker room and standing around a quiet corner.

He quickly texted Dave to congratulate him and let him know where he would meet him, avoiding the crowds.

The locker room was noisy with celebrating players, so when David got a text from Seb saying he was outside in the corridor round the corner, David quickly ran out to see him, before he had a shower. He had taken his pads off, but his face was still smeared with grease and he was extremely hot and sweaty.

"Seb! Thanks for coming, man!" He called out as he approached his friend. Seb's eyes grew wide and he smiled broadly, "Congrats! You were awesome! You totally won the game for them, they'd never have scored so much without your help! You'll be a star at your school now!"

Seb was surprised when David didn't stop in front of him as he expected, but moved close to fling his arms around the Warbler in a giant, tight, lingering bear hug. Oh fuck, he smells amazing! Seb thought, his senses engulfed and overwhelmed by Dave as he leant into the hug. Pull it together! He's not ready for anything more than friendship!

Sebastian was struggling to hide the effect the burly football player was having on him. The two boys were of similar height though, so he knew once they broke the hug it would be plainly written all over his face for David to read.

When the hug ended, he tried to back away from David, averting his eyes. He hit the wall, doing nothing for his proximity to the hot, sweaty football player in front of him, who was completely oblivious and actually slightly offended right now.

"Seb? What's wrong? If I didn't know better I'd say you were being homophobic right now!" He tried to laugh it off, but the sight of his slim, Warbler friend looking clearly uncomfortable with being near him and apparently trying to leave was really starting to sting.

Seb stopped still, looking at David when he heard the unmistakable hurt in his voice. "No! It's not like that, Dave, I swear, I just... I don't want to... I'm trying not to..." frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair.

David lost his patience, snapping at Seb's unusual ineloquence. "What? Trying not to what?" He almost begged, desperate not to lose his friend like he had so many others.

He didn't really expect the answer he got. He actually expected a verbal explanation.

Seb simply locked eyes with David, finally noticing how dark his pupils got when he looked at him. Fuck it, I'll deal with the consequences, he thought.

He grabbed David by his football shirt and pulled him close, leaning his head slightly to the right and pressing his lips firmly against Dave's.

He felt the familiar rush that came with all first kisses, but there was more, it felt so right. And good. Very, very good.

After a moment of what was probably shock, Dave's lips started to move against his too. David gasped into the kiss and their tongues briefly met.

Flushed and panting, Dave broke the kiss to stare at Seb, searching his face, before a smile that threatened to split his face in two broke out.

"Okay, wow... yeah." He gave a short, nervous laugh.

Seb let go of David's shirt, mindful of where they were and not wanting to make things bad at this school again. He smiled back.

"Why don't you finish up and we can go somewhere to talk?" He suggested and Dave nodded, seemingly speechless, before turning and sprinting back to the locker room to finish in record time.

Seb kissed me!

David was grateful they had won the game so he could pass his silly grin off as victory celebration, because he really didn't want anyone messing with him or Sebastian tonight.

Ryan silently grabbed Nate's hand as they filed out of the classroom, leading him to his room to talk before dinner. Nate sat on Ryan's bed and ran his hands through his hair, sighing loudly.

"Okay, Nate, spill. What's wrong?"

"It's my Grandma's birthday this weekend. I managed to avoid her last year, but this year she's coming to our house for dinner. You're invited."

Ryan frowned, confused. "Er, okay? But what's wrong?" He sat next to Nate and held his hand.

"Well, she's really outspoken... and blunt. Painfully blunt. My parents know I'm gay and have no problem with it, but she doesn't know, not for sure any way. She probably suspects. I don't know what her views are and I'm worried what she'll say to you at dinner. I don't want her scaring you off!"

Ryan squeezed Nate's hand as he leant in to kiss him softly. "She has no hope of doing that, so don't worry, okay?" Nate didn't look entirely convinced but nodded gratefully any way.

Ryan smirked. "I guess you inherited quite a bit of your temperament from her then?" He giggled.

Nate laughed. "Yeah, now you come to mention it, you're right! Apart from me and her, the rest of the family is a lot less... blunt." He laughed, at a loss for a better word.

"Well then, I'll just come expecting her to say the kind of things that you would and I should be just fine!"

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