BoyxBoy One-shots

Fight Me

Request! PG-13

I glare at Avery as he goes to the locker room. Once again he made me do suicides with the rest of the team. I hate him so much. Mr. I'm-Captian-And-Can-Make-Anyone-Do-Whatever-I-Want. He frustrates me so much. Begrudgingly, I follow him into the locker room and go to my locker, which just so happens to be next to his. When he notices my presence he groans.

"Hey, next time can you actually help during practice?" Avery complains and I look at him like he just slapped me in the face.

"How can I help when you're treating my like I'm not the co-captain?" I yell at him.

Avery just shakes his mead and walks to the showers. I could really use a shower but I prefer to wait until most of the guys are done. After about five minutes all the other guys get out and head home, and I go to shower. When I get into the communal shower I see Avery is still under the hot water.

"Brandon. Don't forget. We need to put the equipment away after we shower so don't go home."

I groan and nod, turning on a shower head. We silently shower, not having anything to talk about, and not particularly wanting to talk while showering. A few minutes later I hear his water turn off, and I quickly turn mine off as well. I trail behind as he goes back to the main part of the change rooms, his towel wrapped around his waist.

We get dress silently, making sure to be quick so we don't have to stay here forever. Once we are both done we hurry out to put the equipment away. As we carry it out I notice a few of the guys still milling around. I don't pay them any mind, as we enter the equipment room. The door closes behind us and I help put the bags of footballs away. Just as I turn to leave I hear a bang on the door. I run over, Avery behind me, and try opening it. When the door doesn't budge I groan.

"Fuck," I mutter to myself. Someone blocked the door. I curse the caretakers in my mind, knowing they sometimes lean the extra bleachers in the equipment room door. I look up to see Avery angrily looking at me

"What the fuck? Why isn't the door opening?" he yells, and I groan. I'd rather not listen to his complaining now. He already angers me with just his presence.

"Just shut up! Clearly it's blocked or something so shut your face!"

My body is slammed against the door, Avery's face inches from mine. His arm holds my chest back, but I know I can get out. I just don't want to have to fight him.

"Get off," I say, my calm composure leaving.

I can see him smirk, as he quickly replies no. I don't even give him a second before I knee him, and push him off. He bends over to clutch his stomach but that only gives me a few seconds. His hands grab my shirt and i automatically pull his feet from under him, our bodies hitting the ground.

We fight to have the upper hand, but our almost equal builds make it a struggle to keep it. I dig my knee into his hips and mange to stay above him, his brown eyes glaring into mine. I don't move an inch as I stare right back at him. The longer i look, i start to notice the anger in his eyes fade. Bit by bit, his anger goes away, and I start to wonder why I'm angry in the first place.

Why don't i like Avery? He's a good football player, a great team captain, and i know his grades are good. Maybe it's his personality. The more I think, I realize, he's a good guy when he's not talking to me. I don't hate him. I just reciprocate the feelings he has towards me.

I move my knee, and sit up, my body over his. I expect him to shove me off, but he doesn't. He keeps looking at me, and I can't place the look in his eyes. I start to move to stand up, but his hand on my wrist stops me.

"Brandon..."

"Yea?" I ask, not sure what he's doing.

"I like you."

When he firsts says it, I don't know what he means. Does he mean he likes me as a friend? Does he like me as a team mate? I'm not sure but I think I like him. His hand lets go of my wrist, but I don't move.

"Like me how?" I question.

I see a tinge of red in his cheeks and I start to understand how he likes me. It's no secret that Avery is bisexual, but it's never talked about. No one cares that he's bi because why should we? Now, maybe I should care.

I want to say something, but I don't know what. I've felt attraction to guys before, but I never labeled myself, or even explored my attraction. All I know is a small part of me likes him, too.

"I'm sorry," he says, pushing me to get up. He stands up and I quickly stand up too.

"I never said I didn't like you," I tell him, knowing that's what he's assuming,

He just scoffs, as he tries the door again. It doesn't budge, yet he still tries again. I huff, and turn him around to face me . He clearly doesn't think I could like him. I guess I need to show him.

I press my lips against his, and I instantly feel a spark. I move my lips against his, but he doesn't kiss me back. Just as I start to pull back, his lips start moving against mine. My hand lightly touches his hip, and when he doesn't stop me, I pull him closer.

His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, and I don't hesitate in opening my mouth. Our bodies press together as his tongue explores my mouth. Avery's hand grabs at my waist, and I lightly bite his lip. I feel him smile against my lips, and I just wish this could never end. Avery pulls back for a second and we catch our breaths.

"That...was amazing," he says, his forehead pressed against mine.

I nod in agreement, the feel of his lips still lingering on mine. We just stand there, our Bodies touching as we take in each other. I lean in to kiss him again, when the door open.

"Finally! God, you guys made practice hell when you hated each other. Maybe now things wont be tense," Jayden says, waling in.

I glare at the moron of a line backer and make a note to make practice hell for him. A few other guys come in and that's when I start to put things together. Before I can say anything, Avery does.

"Did you morons lock us in here?"

BY the sound of his voice, he's mad. I have to hold back my laugh as all of them quickly make a beeline back out to the field. Avery goes to chase them but I pull him back to me.

"We can make their lives hell at practice tomorrow. Right now, just kiss me."

And that's what he does. He pulls me against him, presses his lips to mine, and we both forget about our idiot filled team. Right now, I'm going to kiss the guy I like. 

I apologize if it's short! I've been trying so hard to get requests done but wattled wouldn't let me open the story. I hope you all enjoy this!