Court of Love

Chapter four

Curry's POV:

    His reaction is positively adorable, but... well... Instead of doing the thing I wish, the thing I've thought about for weeks, the thing I've had certain...dreams...about I lean past his gloriously handsome face and whisper into his ear. "Not that i'm not enjoying this but, you're kinda crushing my balls here." I mentally imprint the exact feel of the shiver he made above me before Aidan leaps into the air, face redder than anything I had ever seen. I lean up and chuckle to try and cool some of his embarrassment, "but hey you won't do much, I already got blue balls." It must have worked from the look of confusion and astonishment his face immediately portrayed.

"I-I w-w-what? H-huh? ShdjsjdbsffHHUUHHH???" Aidan sputters, rocking back and landing on his ass.

Laughing I get up and walk over holding my hand out to him. "Come on, let's go play basketball or something while we wait for the pizza to get here". Aidan raises his eyebrow but still takes my hand, his warm palm fitting perfectly in mine, the callouses from the hours and hours of practice lightly scratching as I pull him up. Although I must have used too much strength because when he should have just stopped at the standing point he instead flew up to my chest, causing me to have to catch and hold him to balance us, less we fall down once again. "You alright there?" I grin at him, watching that beautiful pink slightly color his cheeks.

"Of course I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" He grumbles, turning away. Aidan stops at the door and turns back to me, "well are you going to stand there all day or what?"

"I'm right behind ya", he rolls his eyes at my smirk and heads down the hall to the stairs. He leads all the way outside to my backyard where my basketball hoop is located, it's a small worn out thing bolted to the side of a shed. The black paint of the backboard and the orange paint of the hoop is all but completely scratched off, the paint on the shed is also worn off with slight indents of where the ball has repeatedly been thrown at.

"Nice set up you got here", looking around he glanced at the dead plant near the door we just stepped out of, once again raising his brow at me.

"Oh shut up, I know it sucks", I said, stuffing my hands into my short's pockets, walking over to the hoop and picking up my even more worn out basketball underneath.

"Hey , i'm serious, it's actually impressive that it's all worn out", walking over he plucked the ball from my hands and strode over to where the three point line would roughly be, watching my face twist into confusion at his words.

"What's that supposed to mean? How would all my stuff being shitty and worn out be anywhere near impressive?" I huffed, picking up the ball that he shot through the hoop.

"Well, like if it's all worn out then that means you've practiced THAT much to get it to that condition and that is impressive" He shrugged. I'm sure he saw that I still didn't necessarily believe him so he quickly cut me off before I got the chance to try and rebut it. "Look, I can see that you're not just talented and that you put a lot of work into something you love and that's not only impressive but also admirable too."

"I-I well thank you...I guess" I stammered and looked away, my eyes looking everywhere but him in a flustered frenzy. Before he could say anything in return a slight shrill sound broke through the air, causing us both to slightly jump in surprise. "Ah, that must be the pizza guy," Aidan speculated, seeing this as my chance to escape, I hurried inside not looking back and never seeing the small fond smile Aidan had sent me.

*Time Skip*

"You uncultured fucking SWINE!!" I yell exasperated, shaking a pointed finger in Aidan's face.

"ME!? I'M THE UNCULTURED SWINE!?!?!" He yells back, jumping up and almost knocking over his water that was sitting on the ground next to him. "I'M NOT THE IDIOT WHO THINKS FROZEN IS BETTER THAN MULAN!!!" Aidan shrieked.