Ander

I'm up from my bed, feeling energetic and happy. I'm smiling as I stare at the clock on the wall. It's only 11 am.

"Well good morning roommates. How are y'all." The others are in the common area, either watching TV or eating. Vicky is eating a cereal. My favourite cereal for that matter.

"Hey Vicky. Give me a spoon would you?" He stretches to grab a spoon from the rack where cutleries are kept. I take his from his mouth and scoop some cereal into my mouth.

"That's so unhygienic," it's Gideon with his never asked for opinion. I roll my eyes, collecting the toast my boyfriend happily hands to me. I kiss his lips basking in his smile.

"What's got you so happy? Are you high?" Kyle asks, not taking his eyes off the game he's watching.

I shake my head no even though he can't see me. I haven't taken anything since I fell so ill I thought I was going to die. "Nope. Not high. Fucking elated. I'm just in a good mood."

"Does Jesse have anything to do with this though? I heard obnoxious clapping sounds from your room," Magnus snorts. Vicky gets so flustered by the statement he chokes on his milk. Gideon rushes to him, patting his back.

"Haha very funny. Eat your breakfast would you," Jesse retorts. Magnus blows a raspberry but still continues with his oatmeal.

"Let's go play basketball shall we? The weather is nice today," I suggest. It's a good one because nobody is protesting. Vicky, I know is ready to object, but Gideon talks him into coming. Perfect Gideon. Perfect.

It seems there are other guys that share my idea because by the time we get to the make-believe court, there are people there. They're already playing a game.

"Hey, can we join in? I've got a ball." I'm spinning Archer's super expensive and signed ball in the air. It beats the rubber whatever they were using. They agree, and after splitting teams, we're playing. It's not the traditional way because there are roughly 15 of us on one team.

Vicky is sitting on the old paint cans there. I jog to him. "Hey Vicky, why aren't you going in?"

"There are already enough people. I don't even think I'm tall enough for basketball. I'm fine here."

I grab both of his hands and pull him up. "No Vicky, you're not going to sit idly. You're going to come and play. You'll be on my team okay?"

He seems unsure but I don't have it in me to care. I pull him to the court. "He's on my team. Start the game."

It does start and I come to the conclusion : all these boys suck when it comes to basketball. I'm not putting even half of the effort I'd normally put when I play with my brother and his teammates. Though it may be because they actually went through training.

I toss the ball to Vicky who'd much rather be anywhere else. He looks confused as hell, but I wait. See what he's going to do.

"Hey, Vicky, over here." Magnus hollers. Vicky does throw the ball at him and he scores. I facepalm as the boys start complaining. I raise my hand to silence them and they do shut their mouths up.

I walk closer to Vicky. "You're not supposed to pass the ball to the opposite team sweetie. Learn." I whisper. He shudders so hard I can see it. That and the goosebumps.

We play, this time Vicky tries his best to look invested. I tackle some really smelly dude and get the ball. I do it in record time because of the sake of my nose though. With the ball in my hands, Gideon is open, but I throw it to Vicky who has somehow ended up on the other side of the area.

"Heads up Vicky." He doesn't expect it, because not only does he not catch the ball, it hits him in the face so hard he falls backwards.

"Vicky!" It's Jesse screaming like the fella fell into acid or something. He squats in front of Vicky who looks so out of it I snort a laugh. Kyle swats my shoulder. I don't stop my giggling though.

"Come on Vicky. I'll take you back upstairs. You can sit this one out." I push through all the boys who are either concerned about Vicky or waiting for a good laugh. I stretch my hand for him to grab, but he doesn't.

"He's having a concussion. Don't you think we should take him to the hospital?" Magnus asks.

I wave their worries away and raise Vicky up. He stands for a few seconds and almost falls, but I hold him in place. "See, he's fine. Come on Vicky." He leans into me as my hands are wrapped around his waist. I wonder if it's because of the fall or he's abusing his opportunities.

"You catch balls with your hands not your face Andrez. You're such a klutz."

"I'm sorry. You just caught me off guard. I didn't know you were going to pass the ball to me."

"How could you have known? Am I right?"

He nods. We make it to the dorms building. My first instinct is to leave him at the entrance, but I'm not an asshole. I help him up the stairs and into our dorm room. I sit Vicky on one of the chairs and look for something to clean his wounds with.

"You're going to have to remove your shirt. There's blood all over it." He looks at me hesitantly but, as gently as ever, removes it. Turns out he's still shy. Shy and cute. The three moles are still there. His collarbone, peck and torso.

I clear my throat and focus on finding the antiseptic. I do, in the cupboard strictly meant for pots. I know someone played a prank and totally forgot about it.

"It's going to hurt a lot okay?"

Before I can apply the antiseptic, I take a tissue to wipe all the blood dripping on his chest and chin. My fingers hover over his collarbone. There's blood on the mole. My saliva hangs in my throat, making swallowing hard. Vicky's body temperature has gone up.

"I almost forgot how sexy you look when you bleed." I don't know where that comes from, but I know it's not from a rational place of my mind.

"What are you doing?" He asks, because I've dropped the tissue. It's my fingers that are hovering over his body. I want to touch him, I do. Vicky shivers a little. My hands are cold.

"Ander..." Oh the way he calls my name. "Ander. Don't. Stop."

I don't even realize I had closed my eyes. They fly open. My fingers are on Vicky's nipples. He looks at me with intensity.

"Shit. I have a game to play. See you later then." I hand him the stuff to clean himself with. Then, dash out of the building. The game is already over by the time I return. Magnus and Kyle are bouncing Archer's ball around. I join Jesse on the concrete ground.

"We know you throwing the ball was intentional. That was very wicked. When will you ever warm up to Vicky?" Jesse is scolding.

I rest my head on his shoulders. "Stop making it sound like I'm a sweet person anyways. I was being nice to him."

"Making him bleed isn't niceness. I'd have punched you in the mouth if you threw a ball at me. And this ball is hard as fuck." Kyle says laying beside me. He's panting rather very aggressively.

"Hey, are you a dog? What's with the breathing?" Jesse asks laughing. And that's how the conversation is taken away from Vicky. I shake my head.