god save the queen.

                    “I don’t think you know what the concept of being QUIET even means!” Neil steps closer to Kevin, head tilted back in order to keep eye-contact as he playfully arched his brows at the boy. “I dare you to eat snow, Kevin. Now. Unless you are TOO CHICKEN.” — This is the result of a boy who’d never had a childhood meeting the foxes, living with the foxes, and having someone like Nicky around himself daily and absolutely no one can blame him for it.

                 needless to say that no matter how loud Kevin turns on the music, Stiles doesn’t disappear. He’s standing in front of him while he’s on the treadmill, looking on the screen and then up to Kevin again, hearing the music as if it was him wearing the earphones and humming along… he doesn’t want to be here. he doesn’t want to be at home, either… he doesn’t want to be alone and kevin? Kevin seems to be his last resort whenever he’s in the I don’t really want to talk and pretend to be cheery-mood.

Andrew would just try to set him on fire, Aaron would ignore his existence except for a few glares, Isaac… — He tries to avoid even THINKING about Isaac lately… Connor and Kavinsky have been banging pretty much constantly and Neil… Neil is a little rabbit on the run who’s scared by his own shadow. He wouldn’t want to put the burden of his horrible conditions onto Neil and risk having that boy trip over his own feet… So KEVIN DAY, it is.

                                          “Where’s Riko?”

         Kevin was beginning to wonder how they keep managing to wiggle their way through his thoughts. He’s made it painfully apparent that he didn’t want any part of this insane club of theirs; however they wanted to believe that it was anything but a joint delusion. ( It had to be. ) Green hues were now forced to focus on amber as Stiles occupied the direct space in front of him where he knows nothing is. He can see it with his own eyes and yet he stands there, as real as the solid handle bars to the treadmill he’s running on now. 

          Despite his nonchalance, he sees the difference. 

             Connor would argue for the rest of his life if he’d have to; he doesn’t want to impress Kevin Day. WHO the fuck does Kevin Day think he is that his opinion would matter to Connor? The fact that he turns to look over at the sideline with a cocky smirk by the time he scores and the game ends has nothing to do with earning approval. No. Of course not.

                                   “I’m going to FUCK the captain of the other’s team, too.” he grunted out, taking a sip from his bottle only to spit it out again, flashing his teeth at the young man in talk who seemed to avoid his gaze. “Trust me, it’ll be more fun than Lacrosse.” The words are muffled, the last thing he needs is for his teammates to think he’s going NUTS. 

         Kevin hardly pays attention by the one minute mark, he’d watched enough of the other team play to anticipate how it would end. When the buzz rings and the crowd cheers, how little of it they had, his attention was already on the time. Painfully waiting for this hallucination to end again and he can go back to his own life. These kids he’s stuck with him in his head could only be collateral damage as far as he was concerned. 

                                   it’s probably for the best that kevin lowered his gaze and pulled Neil closer against his chest. — or else he’d see the way neil’s smile finally disappeared, replaced by furrowed brows and confusion. 

one, two, three, four… he can feel kevin’s heart beat against his own chest, can hear his own pulse racing, blood rushing through his body as he finally decided upon an acceptable reaction: “We are talking about COURT, Kevin. — You were born ready.”

andrew would be more fit for a conversation like this.

yet, neil understands the problem. better, than he would have a few months ago. he understands that joining court means leaving them… leaving ALL of them. it means practicing MORE, it means more official games, more traveling, and it means less time with wymack or… them. It’s not easy for Neil to convince himself andrew and HE might be part of Kevin’s hesitation, but he tries to keep the option open in order to stop himself from being too cruel.

         “there is no better time than NOW Kevin… — You can’t decline an offer from COURT.”

      KEVIN DOESN’T NEED THE ASSURANCE ——  where he may doubt where he stands with the universe as soon as his foot stands inside those courts, he will know his place. The world had tried to rip it from his grip enough times to know he will have to drop dead before they an pry the need from him. The hunger for GLORY only Exy can give to him. 

      And yet, the thought of doing it alone, as simply Kevin Day was daunting. No more Kevin Day of the Ravens. No more Kevin Day of the Foxes. The days of standing behind someone else’s name and shadow were gone. As soon as he steps back into the limelight: it’ll be just HIM.    

        His name and his future on the line. His and his mother’s legacy. 

       No more Neil or Andrew.  

                While Kevin Day wondered about getting Neil and Andrew past the age of sixty, Neil was still surprised to have made it past his nineteenth birthday. — He’d be turning twenty soon. A number he’d never ever anticipated or believed to be something suited for him.

There is no reason to eat healthy and pretend your body is a temple when you didn’t believe you’d survive long enough to begin with… Maybe HE should start accepting that he wouldn’t die anytime soon, but old habits die hard.

          Nevertheless, he made an effort of NOT taking the lettuce and tomato slices out of his sandwich when he was served his food, instead, picking it up and taking a bite. The moment he swallowed, he realized that he had, in fact, forgotten about breakfast and only now did his body decide to complain about just how HUNGRY he was… He didn’t voice his thoughts. Of course not. Remained silent, ate, and watched Andrew eat his FOOD (if one could really call it FOOD still with the amount of maple syrup he poured over his waffles)

       Green hues settled over his two team-mates in silence, hands mechanical as they eat. Only feeding himself with the familiarity of someone who has done it enough times on such an obsessive scale that he’s sure he knows how many bites it would require of him to finish his plate of food the fastest and the easiest. 

       He couldn’t help but wonder now how different their lives must have been all these years; the reality of it all just dawning on him now as he observes his already half-finished food and Neil’s sandwich being drawn out and Andrew’s mess he still refused to call appropriate breakfast by any standard. A sigh prompts him to look away and finish the rest in lesser bites than it would normally; unwilling to break the silence that had befallen the table until the waitress came back with an offer of coffee. 

                           Kevin should know better than to think Neil would ever back down from a challenge. He’d been the one to throw god-knows-how-many balls at Andrew when he first arrived here… He hadn’t given in THEN and he surely wasn’t going to give in now, either.

Despite his labored breathing and the ache in his finger, he waved his stick in Kevin’s direction and yelled: “What did I just tell you? Shut UP and keep it coming!”

Kevin would have to be the first to stop in order for Neil to willingly let go of the racquet and his current position on court.

      This is what happens when you put two cars in a straight path against each other ; there was no other way out but a collision. Kevin would die first before he gives up the crown to anyone else and Neil held the same fire in his veins ; that unrelenting addiction to a game made of sticks and balls. 

      It’s ridiculous sometimes what makes people feel so alive. 

                    “more like: it’s US again.”

   “  –– its you again. “

                With the prospect of what was to come, waiting until they were inside was no chore, at all, and even if it would have been, the way Kevin pressed him up against the wall to kiss him certainly would have made up for it. Lips parting, a soft moan escaped Connor’s lungs, body arching to press closer against Kevin and rub his own hardness against the other’s thigh. It was only fair to let Kevin KNOW the feeling was mutual. 

By the end of the day, Connor didn’t CARE who rode whose dick, as long as some riding took place, but he doubted that Kevin was capable of doing more than just barking. Then again, a bite from Kevin might be lethal.

      Lips bite down as he holds back a smile, pressed against each other, bodies slotted perfectly in place. Kevin stares at his lips as they catch their breaths, burning and sizzling in one moment before hands grip him tight by the back and his waist and carry him all the way to the bed. Bodies immediately stripped of garments and any distraction before getting entangled under the sheets.