This wasn’t supposed to happen.

This whole situation wasn’t supposed to happen.

Sure yes it would’ve been normal for Art to have a one night stand with a girl but then you came along.

With your stubborn attitude and sarcastic comments.

And that extraordinary backhand.

Sure he knew he was Bi but never really got with a man.

But then at one of volleyball teams party you two hooked up and then it happened again.

And again, and again until it was just casual sex, you were friends in public and something more than friends in his dorm.

You both wanted it to be a secret. Really he was getting better and better at Tennis and more and more tournaments started coming up that he and he was winning and you? Oh you were right behind him, competing almost every week and winning.

The school did a great job at deciding to let an international student in because if they didn’t they wouldn’t be on the school papers every month.

But then came the whole team of Tennis players trying to figure out how you were that good and you managed to avoid the question with a wave and a small ‘just training hard’ excuse.

Well that was until Art came to tell you about his exam results to find you having a full blown panic attack gripping an empty anxiety pills bottle.

He held you that night not know exactly what to do, he didn’t ask about it, he wanted you to tell him when you were ready, which you did. Partially. You didn’t tell him the whole reason why, just told him that you had anxiety and gets bad at times and that was it.

Until one day you rather on purposely injured your hand to not compete for a month and he confronted you about it when you blurred out that you did it on purpose on a drunken night.

Which was that when you two got caught making out in the bathroom stalls by one of the competitors, the man made a deal with you about withdrawing out of the competition or he’ll blab to everyone about you two which is where you were right now.

“Come on, please talk to me. You can’t just let him get away with this. This was an important competition-…look I’ll say something then this isn’t righ-” Art begged skipping steps to chase after you as you walked before you suddenly turned around and leaned closer cutting him off.

And whispered “do you like it when I touch you Art?” Which caused him to swallow and nod

“Y-Yeah I do” the blond whispered back looking between your eyes before you hummed and whispered back.

“Would you like it if i suddenly stopped..” you whispered finger hooking around the waist band of his boxers that were peeking out of his shorts pulling at it “touching you forever?”

You finished before letting go of the elastic band making it hit against his skin which caused him to let out a noise between a whimper and a small ‘no’

“Mhh then you’ll keep your mouth shut” you whispered patting his cheek before walking away.

And a few nights when they were laying in bed, you laying on your stomach eyes closed duvet covering your hips, he laid facing the ceiling before turning to look at you, body turning to face yours, hand moving to rest on your upper body before he whispered.

“Were you serious about what you said a few days ago? About not touching me anymore if I said something?”