Chapter 2. You hate me?

Noa tilted his head slightly, eyes dragging over Leon’s tense expression. “Are you sure about that?"

Leon couldn't reply because he knew he was right. His heart had been thudding since he saw him in the shower. He had been trying to control his body from acting up.

Water rolled down Leon’s neck and chest. Noa’s eyes followed it, making Leon’s situation worse. He could feel his breathing coming fast and uneven.

He took a step closer again. Leon stepped back. He moved, and Leon moved until his back was against the tiled wall. He stepped closer yet again, placing his hand on the wall. Not enough for their body to touch, but enough for Leon to feel trapped.

“Don't touch me, don't move, and listen,” Noa said almost in a whisper.

Leon stood still like an obedient boy but avoided Noa’s eyes as they roamed his face.

“You got mad because I looked at you,” Noa murmured. “Then you rushed me like you wanted to kill me.” His gaze darkened slightly. “But your body reacted differently, or should I say, reacted sweetly to mine.”

Leon’s jaw tightened instantly.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, Leon.”

Leon glared at him, but this time his glare lacked its usual confidence. His eyes kept flickering away before returning to Noa again.

Noa caught every single second of it. “You hate me that much?” Noa asked softly.

“Yes. I hate you.”

Noa gazed down on his dick and chuckled, “Really? You hate me but why did your dick want me?”

Leon froze.

“Quit talking nonsense,” he said as his fists clenched tightly by his sides. The heat burned through him. The shower suddenly felt too hot, and suffocating.

Noa’s gaze dropped briefly again to his lips, before returning to Leon’s eyes.

That tiny movement alone made Leon’s stomach flutter.

“You should leave,” Leon muttered finally, but he didn’t move an inch himself.

Noa noticed he was too tense.

Instead of stepping back, Noa leaned slightly closer and his voice turned dangerously soft.

“If I kiss you right now,” he whispered, “Would you punch me first… or kiss me back?”

Leon’s breath caught instantly and he felt his dick throb again.

Outside the curtain, their teammates were still laughing and shouting completely unaware.

But inside the shower stall, the tension between them had become almost unbearable.

Noa slowly lifted his hand toward Leon’s face. His fingers were almost brushing his damp cheek.

Leon reacted instantly. He slapped the hand away and stepped back. His fists clenched tightly at his sides.

“Get the fuck out,” he whispered harshly.

For a second, the teasing look in Noa’s eyes flickered. Then he raised both hands in surrender with a lazy grin. “Okay, tiger. I’m leaving.” His gaze dragged slowly over Leon’s body one last time. “But this isn’t over.”

Leon scoffed coldly. “Oh yes, it is. This whole thing is just your imagination. Nothing happened, and nothing will ever happen.”

Noa chuckled softly as he grabbed his towel. “We’ll see about that.”

He wiped the water from his body casually. Eyes still on Leon, before he stepped out of the shower stall.

The locker room had almost emptied. Lockers slammed shut while the remaining players hurried around throwing on shirts and sneakers. All were complaining about being late for Professor Hale’s class.

Noa barely listened. His mind was still trapped inside that cramped shower stall. Still replaying Leon’s body pressed against him. Still remembering the sharp hitch in Leon’s breath.

A slow smirk pulled at his lips as he shut his locker.

Back inside the stall, Leon dragged both hands through his wet hair aggressively.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered angrily. Water continued running over his tense body as frustration twisted inside him.

“What the heck is he trying to prove?” Leon hissed under his breath. “He thinks he is too cool or what? Will I care or give a shit about him? Especially after what he did to my brother?”

His jaw tightened harder. “That’s impossible.”

He stared down at his dick for a second before groaning in frustration.

“Goddamn it.”

The memory of their bodies pressed together flashed in his head again, making him curse louder.

“What the hell were you thinking throbbing against his fucking body, hmm?” He muttered angrily, still staring downwards.

Another throbbing answered him. “Fuck this.” He whispered angrily, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Then Leon suddenly realized he was talking like a crazy guy. He blinked and let out a dry, angry laugh at himself.

“Am I seriously talking to my dick now? Oh, that's great.”

He let water stream down his face more as he leaned against the wall briefly, trying to calm himself down.

Then he noticed that the locker room had gone quiet. He reasoned why it's too quiet all of a sudden. Then reality hit him again.

Professor Hale’s lecture.

“Damn it!” He shut off the water instantly, grabbed his towel, and hurried out of the shower stall.

The locker room was almost empty now.

Noa stood by his locker, casually pulling on his shirt.

The moment he saw Leon rushing out with a towel around his waist, he smirked.

“I was starting to wonder if you were giving yourself a quickie in there.”

“Fuck you, Noa,” Leon snapped while yanking open his locker.

“Oh yeah?” Noa walked over to his locker swiftly. His voice dropped lower. “I’d gladly take your cute dick inside me.”

“Goddamn it, Noa.” He stared at him…actually at his boldness. “Stay the heck away from me.”

He turned away from him and started dressing up.

Noa chuckled, clearly enjoying every second of Leon’s irritation.

Then he leaned closer as he passed by. “See you in class, cutie.”

Leon glared murderously at him as Noa walked toward the exit completely unbothered.

“Ass hole,” He cursed under his breath.

He hurriedly shoved on his shoes, grabbed his books, and sprinted out of the locker room.

By the time Leon entered Professor Hale’s lecture hall, the class was already silent.

Every eye turned toward him.

Professor Hale adjusted his glasses slowly. “Mr. Fisher,” he said in a calm but dangerous voice, “I’m quite certain you’ve been informed that lateness is not my style.”

Leon exhaled quietly. “Yes, Professor. I’m sorry. The shower spray was faulty.”

A few students snorted softly.

Professor Hale sighed. “You’re the tenth student to complain about those showers today. I’ll speak with management.” His sharp gaze narrowed slightly. “But next time, forget to take your shower and come to my class first. Understood?”

“Yes, Professor.”

Leon responded quickly before scanning the packed lecture hall for a seat.

Every single row was occupied.

Then he spotted one empty chair near the middle.

Unfortunately, Sebastian sat beside it, waving him to it. Leon stopped briefly and muttered under his breath, “Damn it. Does it have to be him?”

Still, he had no choice. He walked over and dropped into the seat.

Sebastian immediately leaned closer with a grin.

“Hey, Sab,” Leon greeted casually.

“Hey, handsome,” Sebastian whispered near his ear. “You smell really sweet and that shower made your skin great.” He inhaled his body.

Leon smirked despite himself and nudged him lightly with his elbow.

“Sab, let’s focus on the lecture, okay?”

Sebastian sighed dramatically. “Okay, handsome. Anything for you.”

Leon chuckled at his behavior as Professor Hale resumed the lecture from the front of the hall.

But even as Leon opened his notebook, his mind drifted right back to the shower stall. And to Noa’s voice whispering against his ear. We’ll see about that.

“Damn it” he cursed under his breath. "He will pay for that.”