“Captain,” Roman whispered into his ears.
“Why is your ass so soft?”
Luciano gasped.
He stared at the locker door in front of him, his hands clenched into fists.
Anger surged through his chest like wildfire.
One minute his hands were around Roman’s neck threatening him, choking him.
The other minute he was spurned around and pinned with his face to the locker.
Roman came right after him slamming his body into his.
The locker door rattled from the impact.
His two hands were spread to the sides and also pinned to the wall.
Humiliating.
That was the only word for it.
For a brief moment, neither of them moved.
The air between them felt charged.
Then his hot breath came next to his ears and whispered the most lewd things which made Luciano’s cheek turn hot and had him stunned for a while.
Luciano tried to escape from his grasp but he ended up grinding his hips into his groin the more.
The accidental, intimate contact sent a jolt of pure electricity through the captain’s chest.
Roman let out a low, dark growl in response, tightening his iron grip on Luciano’s wrists until the bones practically clicked.
Roman was breathing deeply now, his nose burying into the sensitive crook of Luciano’s neck.
Warm, heavy air stirred out of his lungs, splaying directly against Luciano’s damp skin and sending an intense, involuntary shiver cascading through his entire body.
Luciano felt his thoughts muddled.
His knee turned weak.
He cannot believe that he is being pinned down, restrained and dominated by this new boy from the rural area that he hated.
And the worst part was he could do anything about it.
It felt as if his strength had been completely drained, leaving him entirely at Roman’s mercy.
He tried once more to struggle out of the heavy hold, twisting his shoulders, but Roman merely shifted his weight, pinning him significantly tighter against the metal wall until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between them.
It is not that Luciano was weak or Roman’s strength is greater than his at that time no.
It was that suddenly he felt weak.
His knees felt like jelly.
His muscles refusing to obey his commands and he could not even form a thought properly. Find the original chapter at g.com.
He mustered his last thought of reason and discipline.
“Leave me.” It was meant to come out as a plea but Luciano’s pride and arrogance overrode it.
In response Roman slammed him into the locker again.
The metal door rattled noisily.
“Tell me why should I leave you?”
“Leave me alone you asshole.” Luciano cursed.
Roman stooped down his mouth so close to Luciano that if he sticks out his tongue he might lick his ears.
“Plead with me. Beg me to release you captain and I might consider it.” Roman whispered, his voice dripping with an intoxicating, smug satisfaction.
Luciano cursed and growled.
“You fool. Who do you think you are.” He said in a bitter voice.
His breath struggled to be steady.
“Hey captain, don’t be rude, okay. I want to ask you a question.”
Roman licked his lips as excitement thrummed in his chest for what he was about to say.
He had been holding it in for days.
“Do you like me, captain?”
Immediately Roman felt Luciano’s stilled under him like he was poured cold water.
The shock washed over him.
Roman asked again when he did not get an answer from the stunned captain after some time.
“Captain, I ask again. Do. You. Like. Me?”
“Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy?” Luciano said.
His voice came out more coy and defensive than he intended.
It sounds shaky and unconvincing.
“No I am not Captain. See I am asking you this because….”
Roman paused.
Luciano could swore he felt his lips on his the sensitive skin ears.
“I like you captain, I really like you.”
Luciano felt his breath stop.
“I have tried to stop liking you, but it’s not possible. I don’t know whether you feel the same or if you’re just using anger to hide it.”
He can’t believe what is happening right now.
That he —Luciano will be pinned to the wall of his own locker by his junior teammate.
While he confesses his unhinged feelings to him in hot, breathless whispers yet Instead of pushing him away he was there trembling and struggling to string coherent words.
“Ro… Roman mil… kov.” He said his full name for the first time.
“How dare you.”
The air was still.
Tension stretched Taut.
The only sound that could be heard is that of their hearts beating in an erratic rhythm.
“I know you like me back, Luciano but you don’t have to admit it now.” Roman said, his tone softening with an unexpected tenderness.
“For now let’s work together for this team, for this championship, for the sake of your father who poured out a revolting amount of money on you and this team. We can sort out our feelings later.”
When Roman mentioned his father, Luciano scoffed bitterly.
The name felt like a physical sting to his ears.
That man Mario Anderson is like an unwanted shadow hovering over him.
Wherever he goes he can’t seem to escape him.
Roman may not know it yet but calling that man’s name stirred something ugly in him.
“Roman you bastard.” Luciano growled, his eyes narrowing as the vulnerability vanished.
“You will pay dearly for this.”
Then shuffles of footsteps were heard outside, then voices.
Luciano’s eyes widened.
The footsteps were coming closer and closer and here he was nailed to his locker by his junior while he was trembling.
How would his teammates see him if they saw him in this position?
What would it do to his reputation as a captain being caught dominated and restrained in an intimate manner by a peasant boy he berated and humiliated so much in front of his other teammates.
He knew that struggling against Roman was now futile so he said.
“Let me go now.” His voice came out more like a plea but Roman had other plans.
He leaned closer and Luciano felt a light moisture as Roman licked his earlobe.
He shuddered slightly.
“Say please.” Luciano closed his eyes and anger swelled inside of him.
Then the footsteps outside stopped.
Time seemed to stop as the handle of the locker door clicked and the door began to swing open.