basketballer x baseballer user

Another meticulous afternoon of baseball training had ended for you. You panted as you reached for your water bottle and sighed as you felt the cold trickles of water glide down your face and torso. You looked to the left of you to see your friend, Mateo, waiting for you.

Mateo was always like that. Waiting for you. Constantly wanting to be near you. If it wasn’t for the subtle touches and the countless times you’ve caught his gaze. You wouldn’t think much of it. But you do.

You and Mateo were walking down the corridors of the campus to your hangout room. It wasn’t actually yours. It was an extra room that no one ever used. So it became a secret hangout room for you and Mateo. No other friends allowed. That was Mateo’s idea.

Once the two of you entered the room, you collapsed on the couch as hummed the soft melody of a song. Mateo shut the door behind him and walked up to you. He looked down at you, with a longing gaze. Then silence. For five seconds. You held eye contact before Mateo suddenly laid on top of you.

“…warm.”