chapter 36

Third Person POV:

Zavier wanted to ignore it but he couldn't.

It was like they were doing it on purpose. Their laughter rung in his ears and he couldn't stop his eyes from glancing over to them, seeing them talk to each other.

It was soccer practise, and since with Isaac's arm being broken, and it not being safe enough for him to play, he sat in the stands, but not alone.

He sat next to the new kid, Myles, who had coincidentally been here and now they looked like they were having the best time.

"Zavier, concentrate." Dillon reminded him after he had missed an easy pass kicked to him for the second time.

How was he meant to concentrate when all he could think of was them?

"Zavier!" Zavier heard one last shout of his name before he ran right into someone causing him to fall over, sliding on the grass.

He heard Coach's whistle before heavy footsteps stormed over to him. "Now what was that? You've got to keep your head in the game boy, we don't need another injured captain now do we?"

Zavier slowly brought himself up and nodded, looking down at his leg that had taken the blow of the fall.

"Jones, get yourself down here now." Coach ordered.

If Zavier had known all he had to do to separate Myles and Isaac was fall, he would've done it much quicker.

"Go with Reid to get him sorted out, and you Reid, if you're not gonna focus, don't bother coming back."

"Me? Why do I have to do it?" Isaac complained, pointing to his arm in the cast.

"Just because your arm's broken, doesn't mean you still can't help out the team."

"Fine then." Isaac mumbled under his breath, but not loud enough that Coach could hear. He walked by Zavier's side to the changing rooms in silence, exchanging one last look with Myles before leaving the field.

"You okay?" Isaac asked, seeing Zavier wince as he sat on the bench in the locker room.

"Yeah, fine." Zavier responded back bluntly, still thinking of the image of Myles and Isaac together.

Isaac's brows furrowed at Zavier's snappy tone as he sat on the opposite bench to him. "You sure?"

"Yes, perfect." But his leg felt a tad bit uncomfortable.

"Uh huh." Isaac stood up and opened his bag, rummaging for something in it when he felt eyes on him. "Stop staring at my ass."

Zavier immediately averted his eyes, pretending to look at something on the ceiling as soon as Isaac turned around.

"Use these." Isaac threw the wipes into Zavier's lap.

"Thanks." Zavier pulled one from the packet and used it to wipe away the mud and dirt off his leg when he realised Isaac was just sitting there. "Are you just gonna sit there and watch?"

"Yes, I am." Isaac smiled. "You fell so funnily." He started to laugh, thinking of how distracted Zavier was.

"Wait, you were watching?" Zavier ignored the fact Isaac was laughing at him and instead focussed on Isaac actually paying attention to him, not just talking with Myles.

"Of course." Isaac stood up, getting ready to re-enact Zavier's fall. "You were like-" Isaac did a slow jog on the spot then turned his head to the side. "Then Ben said Zavier baby watch out!" He made his voice high pitched, over exaggerating. "Then you went aaaahh." Isaac fell over dramatically, using his one free arm to keep him steady.

"I don't think that's what happened." But Zavier couldn't keep the grin away seeing Isaac start to laugh again.

Isaac nodded, "It was, I was there so I know what happened." He got up, sitting back down on the bench opposite Zavier.

"So you were watching me." He repeated again, feeling some kind of weird joy bubble inside of him.

"Well yeah, that's kind of the point of me being there." Isaac rolled his eyes.

"You could've watched other people."

"What? And miss you falling? No way." Isaac grinned cheekily.

"Fuck off. You make it like you've never fallen when we've played." Zavier retorted back, looking at his leg.

"Yeah, yeah, someone's just mad because they know I'm right." Isaac then stood up, heading towards the door. "If your leg's fine we can go back to the field."

Zavier was going to follow when he remembered that the new kid would still be sitting outside there, waiting for Isaac to come back, just so that he could talk to him. No way would he willingly lead Isaac back to him, so he didn't.

He faked a groan, holding onto his leg making Isaac turn around quickly.

"What happened?" Isaac rushed to Zavier's side. Zavier almost let the act slip seeing how concerned Isaac looked, he wanted to smile at his cuteness but then realised if he started smiling now, Isaac would be suspicious.

"It's my leg."

"Yeah well, no shit. I didn't think it was your arm did I?" And there was the sarcastic Isaac he knew back as quick as ever.

"My leg could be failing on me right now and you're going to be sarcastic. Great help."

Isaac glared at Zavier but didn't say anything more, just sat back down next to him.

"Maybe we should wait a bit before we go back outside." Zavier advised, hearing a sigh from Isaac indicating he'd given in.

"Yeah, sure."

"So, are you close friends with that new kid?" Zavier didn't know the best way to ask; he didn't want Isaac to know he was jealous.

"You know his name, it's Myles." Isaac corrected with a frown on his face. "I guess you could say we're friends. I don't really go about my day questioning whether I'm friends with someone or not."

"Just asking. You seemed-" Zavier started to say when Isaac decided to change his position, laying down so now his head rested on Zavier's lap. Zavier automatically froze, his words caught in the air.

"Carry on. I seemed...?" Isaac spoke casually whilst Zavier on the other hand was having a mini freak attack in his head.

Did Isaac really understand, or even care about how affectionate their position was? Zavier was okay with the sex part of a relationship but when it came to showing true feelings, he found himself more shy in making moves. Isaac didn't seem to notice, paying more attention to his arm in the sling.

It wasn't unusual for Isaac to be the touchy one but Zavier didn't expect him to be the same at school. "What if someone walked in?" Zavier let his thoughts creep into his words.

Isaac looked away from his arm with a bored expression, "Then we'll tell them to fuck off."

"No, really."

Isaac's eyes narrowed trying to understand what was going on in Zavier's overworking brain, "Okay then, I'll sit how I was before." He started to get up but Zavier shook his head, pushing him back down gently. "No, no, it's okay."

For the split second Isaac's head had left his lap, he had felt empty- like a piece of him missing. He registered that at this moment he didn't care who would come in and see them. They could truly fuck off.

"What were you saying before? About Myles."

"Oh nothing." He didn't care about Myles right now. He had Isaac here with him and Myles didn't so he was still winning.

Zavier rested his head against the locker as they both enjoyed the other's company in the silence, only a hint of some distant shouting going on outside.

Zavier had even naturally started to play with Isaac's hair and didn't think Isaac had really noticed until he 'accidentally' tugged a bit tighter, hearing a small groan from Isaac. He looked down at Isaac and saw his cheeks that were now filled with colour whilst he looked away, purposefully avoiding eye contact.

Zavier didn't know whether to say anything but hearing Isaac's moan had made him feel more daring so he waited a few seconds before doing it again harder, using his other hand to grab Isaac's chin, forcing Isaac to face him.

Isaac's lips were slightly parted as he shook his head. "Not here."

"Well then let's go."

Isaac started to grin, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he got up and grabbed Zavier's hand, running out of the room together, the phantom pain in Zavier's leg long forgotten.

***

"You've been acting really really really weird Zavier." Bella's words were slurred as they sat at the party Zavier hadn't wanted to go to. Isaac was busy; he was going to visit his dad's family today in Atlanta.

"What do you mean?" Zavier innocently asked, ignoring the pointed look Dillon was giving whilst also subtly trying to make it known to this random redhead that he wasn't interested.

"Like you barely go out with us-"

"I'm out right now."

"Nooo." She stopped to take another large gulp of her drink before continuing. "Do you have a secret girlfriend or something? Why are you hiding her? I want to see that bitch."

"Oh I've seen the bitch." Dillon popped in, giving Zavier a knowing smirk.

"You have? Why the fuck haven't I? Is she like obese, are you embarrassed of her?"

"If I was him I would be. He- sorry, I meant she, tries to do sports but she's absolutely shit at them. Always falling over and breaking things."

"Shut the fuck up Dillon."

Bella started to giggle, covering her mouth with her once again newly manicured royal ruby nails, "Does she look like a man?"

"Yeah but not a fit one. Zavier's type has really downgraded."

"I said shut the fuck up Dillon." Zavier repeated, standing up. Dillon raised an eyebrow, making it as if he was about to stop talking, but then he carried on.

"It's weird though, I always thought you were interested in feminine girls... not masculine girls. Or maybe you're not man enough for your own relationship?"

That was the last straw for Zavier.

He stormed over to Dillon, pulling him up roughly by the arm and before Dillon could ask what he was doing, Zavier swung his fist into Dillon's face, a loud crack being heard.

"Oh my God! Zavier, calm down!" Bella screamed, unnecessarily Zavier would add, backing away from the scene to prevent any blood splattering onto her new Valentino dress.

It seemed like she had sobered up quite quickly.

Bella's screams had caught the attention of the other partygoers who now stood surrounding Zavier and Dillon who were on the floor, punches being thrown left and right, though most of them were being deflected. Some people had their phones out, filming the whole thing whilst others debated whether to do something and then there were the few people who were so gone that they didn't realise anything was happening.

Finally, a few of their soccer teammates were able to drag them apart and the crowd began to diffuse, excited chattering at speculating what had gotten the two best friends so worked up that they had felt the need to fight.

Bella looked towards Zavier but he shook his head and walked out, not saying another word to Dillon or anyone else.

"Fuck." Zavier accidentally punched the horn in his car, frightening a couple on the sidewalk who ran back into the house, one of the girls flipping him off. Zavier rested his head on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath before sitting back up.

As soon as he started his car he muted the radio, letting the car fall into a near complete silence, the sound of his breaths feeling deafeningly loud.

Getting home, he slammed the car door, half storming up to his house door whilst also trying to be quiet to prevent any 'complaints' . He started to search for the key in his pocket when he heard the door open.

Expecting to see Fran, he was about to tell her he wasn't in the mood for talking when he looked up to instead see Isaac. His eyes widened, wondering if this was just a hallucination. Maybe this whole night had just been one big dream.

"How was your fight?" Isaac smirked.

Zavier tried to discreetly pinch himself but he was sure Isaac had seen, glancing down at Zavier's hands and when Zavier didn't wake up, he knew this was no hallucination or dream.

"My fight? How'd you know?" Zavier stupidly asked, still clearly stunned at the fact Isaac was standing right in front of him.

"Aside from the fact that your cheek's bleeding and you're all bruised up." Isaac so obviously pointed out then stepped to the side, revealing a beaming Gabriella holding her phone up. "It's all over snapchat." Gabriella answered for Isaac.

"But- What... I thought you were with your family?"

"Going tomorrow instead."

"My dad wanted to talk to your dad." Isaac explained as Zavier entered his house.

"Oh."

"What I want to know is why you got into a fight with Dillon." Isaac led Zavier to his kitchen, walking past Fran and Gabriella who were still looking at the snapchat stories.

Zavier watched Isaac zoom around the kitchen, grabbing as much stuff as he could using one hand before rushing out, Zavier quickly trailing behind him as they went up to Zavier's bathroom.

Isaac stopped to stare at Zavier's face for a second before shaking his head. "Next time you get in a fight with Dillon, remind him to take off his rings."

Zavier looked in the mirror at his reflection: seeing the long cut on his cheek and an incoming bruise on his jaw.

"So why'd you do it?" Isaac asked as he cleaned the blood off of Zavier's face.

"Do what?" Zavier was still trying to come to terms with Isaac's caring.

"Have sex with a pony." Isaac rolled his eyes at Zavier's confused expression. "Fight with Dillon. What else would I be talking about?"

"Oh yeah." Zavier awkwardly laughed but didn't say anything more.

"So...?" Isaac waited but Zavier gave him a weak shrug, scratching the back of his neck. "Come on, you can tell me."

"It was nothing really." Zavier tried to downplay it however Isaac was not taking any of that bullshit.

"Tell me." Isaac demanded, feeling very curious now to know the reason of Zavier's discomfort.

"Don't worry about it." Zavier dismissed him, looking to the side.

"You're really not going to tell me?"

"I don't know."

I don't know wasn't good enough for Isaac. He was impatient, eager to know now, not later. A plan, not a great one, but a plan nevertheless formulated in Isaac's mind.

He decided to take advantage of Zavier's unstable mind right now and leaned forward, giving Zavier a soft kiss on his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Zavier touched the spot Isaac had kissed in awe.

"Nothing." Isaac said before placing his lips on Zavier's. Straight away, Zavier started to respond, pulling Isaac closer to him and having that same fuzzy feeling he got every time re-emerge.

Isaac pulled away and looked into Zavier's eyes. "What was the reason then?"

"Reason?" Zavier echoed, trying to kiss Isaac again but Isaac stopped him.

"Why did you fight?"

Isaac could see Zavier's walls start to go up again so quickly started to leave slow kisses on Zavier's neck.

Zavier shivered a bit under Isaac's touch, "He did- He said some horrible things about you... well, not directly you but I'm not stupid."

Isaac stopped but let his fingers caress Zavier's cheeks gently, "What did he say?"

"He was just an asshole." Zavier pushed Isaac's hand away from his face and stood up. "I'm feeling a bit tired but I'm gonna take a shower first."

Isaac felt tempted to make a suggestive comment but decided against it. "I'll wait outside then."

Zavier nodded as Isaac walked out back into the room.

Isaac pulled out his phone and did some meaningless searches, sitting on Zavier's bed before watching short youtube videos.

When Zavier finally came out the bathroom, Isaac was relieved he could finally physically talk to somebody again but Zavier barely spared Isaac a glance, going straight to the bed and lying under the covers.

Isaac turned to face Zavier whose back was turned towards him. "Are you okay?"

"Just tired."

"Oh. Should I go downstairs then?" Isaac hesitated to ask, uncertain of what Zavier's response would be.

"No, no you can stay." Zavier's voice was muffled into the pillow, already half asleep.

"Okay." Isaac smiled freely knowing that Zavier couldn't see it.

Isaac went back on his phone but soon got bored quickly, also starting to feel the sleep fever. "Zavier I'm gonna lay next to you." Isaac told Zavier as he slid into the bed next to him but Zavier was fast asleep.

Isaac had originally planned to stay on one side from Zavier but he couldn't resist moving that tiny bit closer and when Zavier didn't stir, he moved just a bit closer again then again until he was practically cuddling Zavier.

All he had to do was wrap his arm around Zavier but even he didn't know if that was a step too far. He waited a few seconds before slowly, and a bit difficult with his broken arm, brought his arms to meet Zavier's stomach.

Zavier didn't wake up to say anything, in fact, if it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him, Zavier had moved a bit backwards into him further, so Isaac relaxed, enjoying the feeling of Zavier so close to him.

He too soon fell into a sleep, both of them forgetting about the two girls that were perched in the living room.

An hour later, however, Gabriella and Francesca, having watched and read all the latest updates on gossip came sneaking up to Zavier's room with only one mission: to spy. It had been way too quiet so they were suspicious.

"His door's usually locked." Fran's voice came from the other side as she tried the door to find to her surprise that it was open. "Bingo." Fran smirked as they walked in before stopping in their tracks glancing at the bed.

Gabriella was the first to break the silence, still keeping her eyes on both of them. "Are they cuddling?"

"I knew it! You owe me twenty dollars now."

"But that doesn't prove they're together." Gabriella tried to argue but Fran had already walked over to them, taking pictures for proof... or blackmail.

"Who do you think is the top?" Fran pondered as she collected the twenty dollars from Gabriella.

"I'd love both of them to top me." Gabriella smiled, clearly in a different reality to everybody else.

Fran cringed, shaking her head. "Yuck, that's basically incest since you're my best friend and that's my brother."

"But he's not my brother and Isaac isn't your brother."

"Whatever."

Gabriella didn't get to respond because of Zavier and Isaac waking up from their loud chattering. Neither of them expected to see Fran or Gabriella and were still in a sort of confused, hazy stage of their waking up.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room Fran?" Zavier grumbled into his pillow before it clicked for him as his head shot up away from the pillow, fear evident in his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Isaac too realised where he was and pulled away from Zavier, trying hard to keep the blush from forming.

"I knew you two were fu-" Fran started to say but stopped seeing Zavier's disapproving face. "Doing inappropriate things." She settled for instead with a gloating smile on her face.

"How would you know?"

Isaac stayed silent and attempted to ignore Gabriella's eyes on him that weren't just staying on him but going down below causing him to pull the comforter back up.

"You would always basically undress him with your eyes. It felt like I was intruding on your daydream of the two of you having sex."

"That's not true." Zavier glanced towards Isaac to see him staring down at his lap, avoiding awkward eye contact.

"Yeah it is, you just covered it up with insults. Remember that time you said if Isaac was a girl, in your words, he would've been your 'first fuck', oh and that time you said sometimes fighting with Isaac was fun because it felt good to be the only one to get Isaac's attention like that and another time you jerk-"

Zavier quickly interrupted, having a bad feeling of where that last one was going after all of the other ones. "Actually no, I don't. I also don't remember that time I said you could come in."

"Calm down, I'm not gonna steal him from you-"

"I might though." Gabriella butted in, winking at Isaac who immediately looked away again, cursing himself at taking his eyes off of his lap.

"Your door was open. Let's go Gabriella, we know when we're not wanted." Fran then left with Gabriella having caused an earthquake, leaving Zavier behind with the aftermath.

"So uh..." Zavier fake chuckles just increased the tension. "That was weird. Fran makes up half the stuff she talks about most times."

"Yeah." Isaac was still in the process of understanding the spur of things that had happened. Isaac didn't think he had obsessed over Zavier like that, but maybe he had without realising. Like masked as jealousy. "Wait- you said you would've fucked me if I was a girl. Who says I would've let you in the first place?"

"You let me and you're not a girl. You would've been easy like 1,2 and 3." Zavier purposefully egged Isaac on. Okay so maybe there was some truth to Fran's words but it had always intrigued him to see how far he could tease Isaac and there always seemed to be this spark in Isaac's eyes that would ignite whenever they 'argued' .

"I would not have been easy."

"But you already have been." Zavier smirked.

"Not the point."

"What's the point then?" Zavier tried to cuddle into Isaac again but he rolled onto his side. "Are you mad? I was just joking."

"You called me easy. I'm not just gonna let that slide."

"I was kidding."

It went silent for a few seconds before a cunning smile appeared on Isaac's face that Zavier couldn't see. Isaac turned around, masking on a worried look. "Am I really that easy?" He asked in a soft voice.

Zavier was confused at the switch in his mood but he didn't get to question that as in a blink of an eye, Isaac's fingers touched Zavier's lips, slowly running them down to his chest, all whilst keeping eye contact with Zavier making his words get caught in his throat. Isaac deliberately placed his hand on top of Zavier's dick, feeling the hardness from underneath his trousers. Zavier could see how close Isaac was to him, all Zavier had to do was lean up slightly.

Isaac knew Zavier would try to kiss him again and this time, he let their lips graze against each other but then immediately moved them to hover next to Zavier's ear. "But I'm the easy one?" Isaac whispered, sending a slight chill through Zavier as Isaac got up.

"You're really gonna leave me like this?"

"I'm sure you'll find a way to sort it out." Isaac grinned knowingly, motioning with his hand as if he was jerking off. "Don't scream my name too loud."

Zavier could hear Isaac's laugh ringing in the walls even when he had left the room. He wanted to be annoyed but he knew Isaac was right. Fuck him; although he wished he could. He would fuck him so hard that Isaac would forget every word except Zavier's name, moaning it out for the whole world to- Oh great, this definitely wasn't helping his dick that was already hard enough.

He stood up and looked around: time for some tissues, lotion and a whole lot of thoughts about Isaac.

A/N: love this glee song . not looking forward to real school starting because with school comes exams :/ Yeah schools in England are starting 8 March and I'm NOT looking forward to it. At. All. Gonna have to start revising soon again UGHHHHH. Anyways, back to the chapter, hope u enjoyed it ;)

(written 25/01/21)