“Hey stop there.” Luciano heard Roman’s voice but continued walking.
But Roman was of course relentless, he continued chasing him and calling him out.
His steps made continuous sounds that bounced off the walls of the empty hallway.
Luciano deliberately increased the pace of his walk so that Roman would have to chase him longer.
He heard him walking and calling him behind but refused to stop, even though his body willed him to stop but he said no.
At least he has to compensate for ignoring me the whole of yesterday in class while frolicking that fucking brunette.
When Roman finally caught up with him, he was already breathing heavily, his chest falling and rising dramatically.
He almost collided with Luciano because he stopped suddenly.
Luciano turned to look at him, his eyes nearly dripping with ice.
“What is it now?”
“You made me run for a long distance despite hearing me calling you.” Roman glared at him.
“I thought you are already half crippled, why are you running after me in the hallway at full speed as if I am owing you a debt?”
Roman suddenly recollected himself, he forgot that he was performing ‘invalid’ for the Coach just a few minutes ago.
Roman frowned his face a bit and angled his legs slightly as if he was in great pain.
“That is why you should have stopped when I called now I have sprained my already hurt leg.”
“Spare me that fake acting. Do I in any way look like gullible to you?” Luciano said looking him up and down with an interested stare.
But despite that Roman looked at his green eyes and perfectly chiseled face and felt something gave way in his heart.
No matter how much Luciano pushed him away, no matter how many cold stares he received from him.
He would never feel dislike or hold a grudge against him at least not for long.
“I came to talk to you.”
“For what!” Luciano snapped at him.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
Luciano stared at his lips then at him.
Inside him he was still bubbling with anger.
“What if I don’t want to talk to you?” Luciano’s voice dropped to a low tone.
Roman stepped closer to him, his voice dropping to an alluring tone, his lips curled upwards in a sensual manner.
His eyes glittering with mischief and promise.
“Then I will make you, captain.”
His nose was nearly brushing Luciano’s.
It seemed they were almost breathing the same air from each other’s nostrils.
He is doing this again, isn’t he.
Roman’s eye involuntarily flew to Luciano’s throbbing Adam’s apple which was now covered with moisture.
He clicked his tongue and said.
“I will make your legs hurt the same way you made mine.”
The way the words flew out of his mouth made Luciano’s heart skip a beat.
Something told him he was not just talking about hockey.
But for some reasons the idea brought him warmth to his chest and made his heart throb in anticipation.
He didn’t know when he reached out his hands and pulled Roman in by his shirt.
The force which he used to pull him in caused the door behind him to open and he pulled Roman inside a storage room.
Luciano’s back slammed into the wall and Roman fell on his body.
Their breathings were rapid and high.
Luciano placed his hands on Roman’s chest, Roman’s hand placed on the wall above his head for balance.
“Is this how you want to do it?” Roman’s eye glanced over Luciano’s ears which were now pure red.
He himself is not in a better condition.
Luciano did not answer immediately, his mind was still hazed.
Roman’s sudden proximity and the hard, warm chest under his palms seems to be messing with his brain.
“Oh, you enjoys touching me.” Roman added a wicked grin on his face.
He enjoys moments like this when Luciano is trying to gain control but fails miserably.
“Ro… Roman.” Luciano called out but his voice did not seem to belong to him.
It sounded muddled like his mind right now.
Then Roman came closer and pressed his cheeks to his own and felt the warmth in it.
This spurred him to press a kiss on his cheeks, the top of his ears.
Then he felt Luciano’s hold on his chest tightening.
He kissed his ear lobe, then below his ears.
Before he got to his neck, Luciano seemed to magically recover himself.
He gasped when he realized the intensity of the situation.
He pushed Roman away immediately.
Both of them were breathing hard.
“What do you think you are doing?” Luciano asked, his voice was struggling to maintain its sharpness.
“Who told you that? You are crazy!”
“And you are a Liar.”
“Oh here we go again, you just lied to the Coach to get sympathy for your legs.”
“So we are the same.” Roman said.
“No we are…” Roman cut him off by placing his fingers on his lips, something else other than rage was blooming under his eyes.
“In as much as I would like to do this with you babe, this is not the place nor the time. We have a team to handle.” He brings his hands down to his chest.
“Me and you.”
Luciano looked at him for a moment, the tension stretching thin.
Then he shrugged his hands off.
“Stop touching me.” He pushed his body up from the wall and walked to the other side of the room as if to rid himself of Roman’s influence and seduction.
“What do you know about being a captain?” He asked his hands on his waist.
Roman shrugged, also slipping into Captain’s mood.
“Well I was a captain for my team in Ashford.”
“You can’t compare a team that is practicing for a top tournament with other elite schools to a village team that is playing hockey for fun.”
Roman rolled his eyes, seriously.
Luciano continued anyway.
“This is a different level of skill, high technique, players that are playing to defend their families century old legacy and reputation.
Luciano paused, his eyes trailed over Roman’s body.
“I have been watching you, your raw skill is mad on ice. But skills alone cannot help you win. The power play, mental manipulations in these high leagues is something you need to experience.”
A smile played across Roman’s face.
“I am so happy, you are watching me.”
Luciano shrugged him away, “oh not that.”
Then Roman said, “You are basically still my captain, I have a lot to learn from you.”
A Roman said this, a seed of pride bloomed through Luciano’s chest, he felt as if he had recovered some of his lost dignity he lost in the hand of Roman.
“We should set aside time for team planning and organisation.”
“Yes ” Roman chipped in quickly.
“Midnight at the ice arena won’t be bad, no noise, no distractions, just the rink and harsh lighting.
Luciano agreed, but midnight at the ice arena brought about a memory which he quickly pushed away.
“See you then.” Luciano made to walk away but Roman stopped him and stretched out his hands for a handshake.
Luciano looked him up and down and said.
“Save that one for the team.