Dirty Thoughts - Rekkles x Poby

Dirty Thoughts

He was daydreaming.
Normally, he should already be in bed, finally asleep, to be fully fit for the game day ahead.
After all, Guwon and Smash had left him an hour ago, believing that 6 AM was a good time to finally go to sleep. But the young midlaner simply couldn't.
Instead, he sat on the kitchen counter, his feet crossed on a chair, sipping his tea absentmindedly, hoping it would make him sleepy. He felt slightly caught when he heard someone coming down the stairs, knowing it would be the Swedish support who graced the academy team with his presence and made the daily life much more interesting.

Martin "Rekkles" Larsson - an intriguing person, even if Poby didn't interact with him much.
He was too shy, afraid that his English was too poor... sometimes he even envied Smash for daring to do what he failed at: talking to him properly, even though he still had much to learn.
Instead, Poby often watched him... hoping that Rekkles would engage him in a conversation in which he wouldn't fail too miserably to understand. He hoped Rekkles would hug him again when a scrim or game day went well... he was even disappointed when the older one preferred to retreat to his room, even though he understood why he did it... because he actually liked having him nearby. He often leaned on him just to get his attention... or tried to explain something, which usually led Poby to just look at him dreamily. Despite often not understanding what he was saying, he found Rekkles' voice so beautiful and pleasant... he could listen to it forever, no matter how much he understood or didn't.

Rekkles was an interesting person. It was the first time Poby had ever seen someone with so many tattoos. At first, he had been uncertain, plagued by some prejudices... he seemed somehow so... stern? But he was so relieved when Rekkles quickly turned out to be a sunshine, he couldn't help but smile whenever he entered the room. Over and over again. Of course, he did his best to talk to him... he even had successfully taught Rekkles a sentence once, even though it was unusual and shocked Becker briefly when Rekkles proudly presented it... only for everyone to laugh and immediately look at Poby when the support revealed that he got the sentence from the cheeky midlaner, who hadn't told him that it was mostly used in Japanese Porn... when Becker explained what he was saying and in what context it was used, Poby hadn't expected to hear the blond laugh so heartily, causing him to lean slightly against Poby in embarrassment and simply hug him.

He didn't quite understand why he thanked him... Smash guessed it might be because he included him in everyday life, making him feel less lonely... and Poby suspected that this side of him triggered feelings he couldn't identify at first. He quickly made it his mission to make his hyung laugh again and again.
He couldn't help it, he found his laugh too beautiful... and even if his jokes translated into English weren't the best, it was always worth it for Rekkles' bright smile. After all, he found him cute. It was unusual to have such thoughts. He wasn't used to actively thinking about a person... especially not dying of embarrassment when he stood shirtless in front of the young midlaner to proudly show him his back and chest tattoos. Since that day, Rekkles had been sneaking into his dreams again and again. No matter what kind. Whether he was asleep or daydreaming... and he was ashamed when his thoughts went further than he dared to admit.

"Sungwon-sama?" Startled, he looked up to see Rekkles, his hair sticking out in all directions.
"..h-hm?" - "Why are you awake?"
A slightly crooked smile formed on his lips, even though his cheeks immediately turned the color of a tomato when he saw the support enter the kitchen in just a tank top and tight boxers.
"..I... c-can't sleep..."
He really tried not to stare... and he was glad he could blame the stuttering on his not-so-good English, because otherwise, it would have been really embarrassing.
"Oh, okay..."
Though he gave the younger one a scrutinizing look, he quickly turned to his morning routine, which Poby had observed far too often. After all, it wasn't the first time that Poby or one of the other guys had been awake until Rekkles got up... but it was the first time that Poby watched him and couldn't take his eyes off him.
Indirectly, he was already ashamed that he was practically staring at that well-defined butt, presented so well by the tight boxers. What would it look like without them...? Somewhat embarrassed, he turned his gaze away, cursing his youthful mind for even having such thoughts... He's a colleague, he's his teammate...! And older than him too...! He should respect him more and not think about such things, but... he bit his tongue slightly - the tiredness didn't help, it only made his mind drift off more. He already knew how good he looked without a shirt... after all, he always had the urge to stroke his tattoos and muscles whenever there was a rare opportunity to see him shirtless. Sometimes he even hoped to accidentally interrupt him while changing, just to catch a little glimpse.