Again (boyxboy) (s.a sequel)

eight

"Shit!" I jumped up and grabbed my shirt from the floor. I slipped on my shoes quickly before I stood up and went over to Kellin who still laid on the bed.

"Vic, what the hell?! Shut up!" Kellin yelled back as he sat up from the bed. His hair was a mess and his shirt was loosely hanging off his shoulders. He looked cute, but I knew he was pissed at me for waking him up. Kellin was only a morning person when he wanted to be and I had a strong feeling that, right now, was not the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm just late for work! I can't believe you let me sleep so late!" I scurried over to him and gave him a kiss on the head so I could pull on my shirt.

"I'm sorry," He whined. He stood on his knees and hugged me shortly. "I'll see you later!" I nodded and left. I only had about ten minutes to get to school, but I had to stop home to get my suit for the game later. It was a game day, no matter if it was official or not, and I had to look presentable. I didn't make the players wear them, but they had to at least look nice.

I got into my office with two minutes left to spare and threw the suit in my closet. I had classes to teach, too many, and I would have to find time later to put it on. For now, I had on the same clothes I wore in practice. I looked terrible, but I was hoping no one would really notice.

As the day went on, I began to feel less frazzled and more pumped for the game. Games were always a lot of fun and Kevin and I turned into completely different people. We worked so well, it was like we were spawned at the same time. Our mindsets were always linked, too, which was probably why the last five years we've been state champions. We had our eyes on the prize, always, and got our ring, in the end, to show for all the blood, sweat, and tears that were put in to achieve it. Nothing would distract us, really.

It wasn't until seventh, though, that I was able to change. I didn't have a class and nothing had to be done in preparation for the game, so I just cleaned up a bit and got ready. Suits were easy to wear because I didn't have to match anything, really. It was either black, grey, or tan and I didn't have many ties. I was always bad with fashion, though, so I was glad that this was something I couldn't mess up.

"Vic," Kellin called from the doorway. I was too busy trying to fix my tie that I didn't hear him open the door or anything of the sort.

"Oh, hey, Kellin." I smiled and put my hands down from my activity so I could welcome him with open arms. This last month and some change had been going well with Kellin, honestly. It just felt like we didn't do much, but we couldn't really. We both had busy schedules. I was at work all day here while he worked at his company, then his practices ran earlier than mine at the second gym. So, we resorted into seeing each other after everything was done which is why I always went over so late. I can't complain, though.

"What are you doing?" He stepped into my arms with ease and slid his arms around my lower back. I toppled over him and held his hips in front of me.

"Trying to get dressed. I have the game soon," I hummed.

"I forgot you wore these things..." Kellin's voice trailed as he ran his hands down my chest and pulled on my tie.

"Mhm, I have to,"

"You look so good in them," Kellin said. His hands reached the buckle of my belt. "It turns me on," I took his hands and brought them up to his chest with a bit of force. I didn't want Kellin to have the upper hand, here. Not before a game.

"Remember when you used to wear those little cheerleader outfits?" I whispered, remembering the skirt he wore. Kellin nodded and let his eyes flutter shut. I trailed my fingers from his hands to his shirt and lifted it, pulling him closer to me by his hips. He resided in between my legs and I held him there.