lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-01-08 14:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, sebastian |
Who: Sebastian and Kyle (NPC)
Where: High School, Locker Room
When: Tuesday, Nov 28 - Before Basketball Practice
Status: Complete
Sebastian had never been so glad that a holiday was over and he could return to school. Since coming out to his father, things had been tense at home, the mood dark even though nothing negative had actually been said. It put him constantly on edge and he’d looked for any reason to be out of the house just so he could relax a little. School was a break from parental judgement and anxieties, even if it came with it’s own stressors.
Things were better at school, that was for sure. He no longer felt like some kind of exotic animal, where people whispered and pointed every time he was with Hunter. They still talked, he knew that, but it wasn’t near as obvious. The hard part was that things still didn’t feel normal with most of the guys, something he knew would take time. He was hoping that being out on the court would help things; his ability to play basketball certainly hadn’t changed, so maybe that was a good place to start.
The locker room, however, felt as uncomfortable as ever. Sebastian got to practice early on Tuesday and immediately wished he’d hunted down Greg or Hunter before heading in. Guys in various states of undress would always catch his attention, even when he wasn’t attracted to them, but he’d learned long ago to divert his eyes. Now it felt like they were watching him not watch them and he almost felt like that made it worse. He’d already decided that he didn’t give a shit what Kyle thought, but some of the other guys weren’t that bad and he’d really like to be on good terms with them all.
Kyle was one of those guys in a state of undress when Sebastian came into the locker room to change. He had his basketball shorts on already, but had yet to pull on his shirt. It amused him that Sebastian purposely avoiding looking at anyone these days, though he probably knew that was the best way to keep himself from getting a fist to the jaw. "'Sup McCarthy," Kyle said, reaching into his locker to grab his sneakers. "Have a good Thanksgiving?" He sounded mildly amused, though not outright belligerent or aggressive. He could be nice.
Sebastian glanced over at Kyle as he opened his locker, a touch surprised at the casual conversation since the last time they’d talked Kyle had been such an asshole. But then he’d been drinking, and caught off guard, so maybe Sebastian should cut him a little slack. “Kinda,” he shrugged. “Things are a little tense at home. I’m kinda glad to be back.” He seriously doubted that he needed to elaborate. Even if people didn’t know the full story or the timing of everything, they usually knew not to push for details when they weren’t volunteered. “What about you?”
Kyle shrugged and set his tennis shoes on the wood bench behind him. "My Thanksgiving was pretty great. Sorry yours was tense. Did your parents find out you're a cocksucker?" Maybe they already knew, given that it seemed a lot of their parents were all friends with one another. Not that Kyle actually cared. It was just fun to give Sebastian shit for something for once. Kyle knew he wasn't the only one tired of that 'perfect athlete and student' thing Sebastian carried around with him. Everyone had flaws, and now they all knew what Sebastian's was.
Sebastian glared back at Kyle, his blood beginning to boil in a way he’d rarely encountered. Normally he’d roll his eyes and tell him to fuck off, but the last week had been a rough one and Sebastian had no reservations about snapping back at Kyle. “You know, I’d rather be a cocksucker than a douchbag, but that’s just me. Do your parents know how big a dick you are?” With his heart pounding so hard in his chest, Sebastian didn’t notice the way the locker room went quiet, or even the slight chill in the air that hadn’t been there before. All he could think was that he was done taking Kyle’s shit. If he had a problem with him, fine, because Sebastian wasn’t all that fond of him either.
Kyle had been called worse in the past, so it didn't bother him much that Sebastian thought he was a douchebag. He tended to think he was only a douchebag because people lacked a sense of humor, like Sebastian. It wasn't Kyle's fault the guy just gave people as reason to fuck with him. It was all in good fun, right? "Nah, they don't, but you probably do," Kyle said, grabbing his crotch with a smirk.
Sebastian’s face went red as his expression twisted into one of distaste. “No, dude,” he scoffed. “I’d give up sex completely before you made the list.” Someone behind Kyle snickered as Sebastian turned back towards his locker, and Sebastian couldn’t help the small tug at his lips. The thought that he’d even consider Kyle was laughable. He could’ve been the hottest guy on the planet, but his attitude was so bad that just the thought of him was a turn off. At some point the guys had to realize that he wasn’t interested, that just because they had a dick didn’t mean he wanted to suck it. He just wasn’t sure how long that would take.
It didn't really upset Kyle, since he didn't have any inkling of a desire to be desired by another dude, especially not Sebastian McCarthy, but it was a matter of pride not to let another guy rag on him in front of all of their teammates. Before he knew it, he was behind Sebastian, pushing the guy forcefully into the lockers in front of him. Kyle knew fighting was going to get him into trouble, but he also knew it would be worth it.
Sebastian didn’t really expect the comment to bruise Kyle’s ego, so he considered the conversation over, not thinking about Kyle’s pride might come into play or the fact that they had an audience. He hit the lockers hard, hands barely catching him in time, but then he spun and swung without even thinking of the potential consequences. There was something gratifying about the way Kyle’s head snapped to the side upon impact, the pain it caused to his own hand not even registering. He’d always thought he’d be able to walk away from a situation like this, but in that instant, wound up as he already was, it didn’t even occur to him.
Pain was something athletes got used to. Bruises, cracked or broken bones, torn muscles. Adrenaline tended to help, even though Kyle knew in a few hours they would both be hurting. At least that's what he hoped for. Because while his jaw was throbbing, the anger fueled him and he lunged back, throwing his body at Sebastian's until they were both slamming into the lockers. He could hear shouts and some laughter from the other guys, and then Coach's voice reverberating through the locker room, but that didn't exactly deter Kyle from trying to do as much damage to Sebastian as he could before they were pulled apart.
While Kyle’s fist in his face left Sebastian reeling, it didn’t stop him from pummeling the guy back, the both of them throwing throwing themselves into a fight that could only last a minute or two. Coach was out on them in an instant, pulling them apart with the help of a few other guys, roaring reprimands at them before ordering both Sebastian and Kyle into his office. Sebastian was still catching his breath when the pain began to register--the throbbing in his head that was most likely a black eye, the knots in his back where the locks on the lockers had dug in, and the barrage of newly blossoming bruises that would result from each punch Kyle managed to land. Though he knew he shouldn’t be proud of it, he was glad to know he’d managed the same range of damage. Maybe next time the jerk would keep his mouth shut. Doubtful, but he could hope. It felt worth it though, which was a first for him. It wasn’t like him to resort to violence, but he had to admit that it felt good to defend himself, no matter what the repercussions might be.