By Zephyria 
Ero, who had scrambled out of the locker room in a panic, leaned against the door, his back to it, and panted for a while. Staring blankly at the empty wall opposite him, the scene he had witnessed inside bloomed like billowing clouds.
The two figures in the gaps of the damp steam, the bluish eyes that had looked at him. The eyes of a death god that seemed capable of freezing him to his very cells in an instant. He definitely knew I had seen. The thought ‘But why?’ flashed through his mind, but he soon slapped his own cheek.
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.
‘That’s not something you should be curious about.’
Repeating that to himself, Ero finally regained his composure and first sought out the supply room within the participants’ exclusive area.
“You must use it and return it. And since it’s about time for the other teams’ matches to end, I can’t give you more than 30 minutes.”
“Yes! Thank you, thank you! I’ll use it and definitely bring it right back!”
After using his characteristic smooth talk to get permission to extend his shower time, he borrowed various odds and ends and came back out. Possessed by the spirit of a secret agent, he returned to the front of the locker room door and changed the ‘Cleaning in Progress’ sign to ‘Under Repair’. He even set up a fence to block entry in front of it and, feeling uneasy, paced around the area for a while. To participants looking for a shower room, he frantically blocked their way with his body, making a fuss and telling them rusty water was coming out so they should use another place.
A few minutes later, completely drained of energy, he trudged back to the waiting room, looking even more worn out than right after the match ended.
Click—
“What, why are you only now…”
Gillian, who was about to scold him, saying she didn’t know how many bottles of alcohol she’d finished waiting, stopped short upon seeing Ero’s appearance.
“What’s wrong with him? He suddenly looks about five years older. Where’s Ryan?”
“Did you two wash together?”
“Ye… Yes?!”
Beatrice’s curveball came out of nowhere. Ero, who was about to answer without thinking, was startled out of his wits and waved his hands in denial.
“Th-that couldn’t be! How could the boss wash with someone? Ha, haha…”
“He says we can go now, when is he coming? For a man to keep a woman waiting?”
She, who had already fixed her wig and changed into her second dress, asked irritably while looking in the mirror. Then Orca chimed in this time.
“I’ll go get him.”
“Ah, no! You can’t!”
“Why not?”
Ero almost had a fit as he rejected the offer. Orca absolutely could not. He didn’t want to see him turn into frozen tuna.
“He might be a little delayed, so let’s move on ahead by ourselves! I’ll take you to a place I know well!”
Ero, forcing his tone to be cheerful, urged his teammates and led them out one by one. He gulped down invisible beads of sweat.
Even though you won’t know of my efforts like this…
Sniff… Boss, please have a good time!
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“So, it’s okay, right?”
Leonardo asked again, subtly. It was closer to an attempt to gauge his feelings rather than asking for permission. As if he’d been hit hard on the back of the head, Hugo maintained silence for a moment.
As he sorted out the situation in his head, he slowly straightened his bent back. Then, with an expression that anyone could see was displeased, he smoothed the corners of his mouth.
“…Didn’t you say you’d always meet me after matches ended?”
To be precise, it was that he had ‘thought’ that, but in context, it was the same thing. It was a clear interrogation, pretending not to be. Asking why there was another prior engagement instead of him.
Leonardo, who had lifted his head to follow his gaze, rolled his eyes and answered evasively.
“Well, that’s true, but we didn’t specifically say we’d meet today. I just planned to see your face briefly and go.”
There was no lie in that. It was the same thing he had told Ero earlier. He didn’t even have a verbal promise, yet he tried to find me first? How commendable.
But Leonardo felt as if he was in a position where he had to explain this situation.
‘He should have said something first. Then we wouldn’t have made plans.’
Feeling unreasonably dissatisfied, he grumbled inwardly, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyes. Then, the other man’s particularly prominent front placket abruptly entered his field of vision. That thing, clinging to his thick thigh and lifting its head diagonally, already revealed a stark silhouette as if about to burst through the taut fabric.
“……”
Leonardo reflexively gulped. Its volume, its shape, the heat felt beyond the lightly touching fabric. Its presence was considerable. Enough to make him wonder if it was originally that size. It looked quite different from the object he had groped with his own hands in the darkness.
Given his naturally thick neck and innate physique, he had expected it to some extent… but on the other hand, he became afraid of just how big it could get.
Forcing his consciousness away, Leonardo calmly raised his eyelids under the persistent gaze he felt. Now he saw His Excellency’s cold face, not even trying to hide his expression anymore.
‘Wow, that’s murderous.’
If he had faced that during battle, he would have seriously considered an escape route, but now, that reaction made him curious and also stirred a strange sense of anticipation. Frankly, he had been a bit flustered by his willfulness earlier, but the various aspects he had shown just now allowed a few of his intentions to be inferred.
His Excellency seemed to want to be closer to me than to his own team members. Or perhaps he wanted to reveal this relationship.
Thinking that, the more he reconsidered his actions, a rather sweet imagination flashed through his mind.
‘Is he jealous?’
The agony didn’t last long. Leonardo, driven by an impulse to confirm, reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of Hugo’s hand.
“You don’t want me to go?”
At the softly asked words with his head tilted halfway, Hugo’s deliberately cold gaze wavered. It was a fleeting moment, hard to catch, but Leonardo didn’t miss it. He raised the tip of his foot that wasn’t touching the floor and continued the touch full of intent.
“Well… if you grant me one request, I could go a little later.”
The peach bone that had been dangling and swaying brushed against His Excellency’s knee area. The corners of his eyes, with lowered eyelashes, curved gently. Team cohesion is important, but he couldn’t miss this tempting opportunity.
Hugo tried not to answer and quietly observe. But the beauty looking up at him had eyes too tempting to ignore, so he finally opened his mouth as if conceding.
“What request?”
He wanted to provoke him a little more to see how the mischievous fellow would come out. As if responding to that expectation, Leonardo, leaning back on his arms, quietly pressed his ear against the prominent shoulder blade.
Sitting tilted like that, he looked at His Excellency and grinned. As if asking to place one spoon on a fully set table, he declared provocatively.
“Either serve me… or teach me how to masturbate.”
Silence flowed for a while. Only the occasional sound of dripping water and the noise of air being sucked out through the ventilation duct lingered.
But there was no chilly or awkward atmosphere. Rather, it seemed quite effective, as the intangible tension floating in the air expanded as if tearing in all directions.
It might have seemed like he gave a choice, but Leonardo’s original goal was the latter. After proposing an unbearable deal, adding something that seems somewhat acceptable makes the latter look good—a magic trick one falls for. A kind of psychological illusion that distorts the standard of comparison. Agrizendro taking out his own cock and shaking it right before my eyes? Ah. Frankly, just imagining it makes me think I’d jerk off three or four times.
Blood gradually pooled in Leonardo’s lower abdomen as he lost himself in such fantasies. He even flicked his tongue over the corner of his lips.
Huh*, though no sound came out, the shape of Hugo’s mouth clearly let out a soft laugh. His characteristic eyebrows, which appear when he focuses on something, drew a steep mountain. As the answer was slightly delayed with a ‘look at this’ expression, Leonardo, who had awkwardly hidden his embarrassment, glanced at the man’s excitement. Then he added, as if urging.
“You said you’d teach me last time. I’m curious.”
How to masturbate.
Leonardo wormed his way between Hugo’s relaxed fingers and whispered once more.
Held by the warm, gentle heat, Hugo gauged the other’s true intentions more carefully and with a deeper gaze than ever before. Wanting to judge with his own rationality, he first raised his free left arm and checked his wristwatch.
Leonardo’s match order was earlier than he thought, so there was a bit of a gap… but it wasn’t that leisurely.
Calculating the remaining time, he asked while fixing his gaze.
“Did you take all your medicine?”
It seemed like a sudden question, but Leonardo soon raised his eyebrows as if realizing something. Because the medicine in the envelope, which he knew his dosage schedule for, came to mind. Then he immediately nodded his head vigorously like a child expecting a reward.
Hugo glanced at that appearance and answered as he lowered his arm again.
“Come to think of it, I had a schedule too.”
Leonardo’s eyes, who had been listening, widened.
“What? You’re lying.”
“It’s true. I have a meeting.”
“You just made that up, didn’t you?”
“How could I? Why would I make that up?”
Hugo retorted with a laugh in his voice. A soft laugh escaped him out of habit due to the childish response, but it was true that he had a schedule. After the first preliminary match ended, Loren had warned him—a warning that wasn’t a warning—not to be late.
Come to think of it, I wasn’t in a position to interrogate the blonde Cinderella either.
“So you’re going now?”
Always giving choices, Leonardo narrowed his brow and asked again in a regretful tone. Hugo, looking down at him, fell silent once more. For a moment, he was swept by the impulse to grab that head of hair.
He wanted to tilt his chin all the way back to make him look up, then hold him so he couldn’t turn his head away. But if he did that, he’d probably run away.
Having reached his own answer, Hugo smiled self-deprecatingly. At the same time, he stroked the audacious lips that only chose lewd words with his thumb. Soon after, he pulled out the tie pin stuck in his own shirt and rubbed it against his lips.
“What should I do.”
Gold Eyes, unable to gauge his intentions, rolled over. A moment later, when the twitching lips parted halfway, the metal pin was quietly bitten between them.
“…Mph?”
As if the muffled pronunciation was cute, Hugo’s gaze grew even more sinister. His eyes, softened into a gentle curve, carefully caressed Leonardo’s head with both hands. He exposed half of his forehead to his liking, making the eye rims that would soon turn red clearly visible. Then, taking back the bitten pin, he pierced and fixed it above his left earlobe.
The silver laurel branch attached to the end of the stick pin blooms exquisitely among the lush golden hair. As if it had found its rightful place.
“It’s pretty.”
He knew gold and silver went well together, but even the canvas he had imagined in his fantasies fell hopelessly short of the real thing.
Hugo, who had been admiring it, slowly withdrew his smile.
“It makes me want to serve you.”
It was a remark that bypassed his brain. As the dry voice flowed out like a sigh, Leonardo’s blinking eyelids momentarily expanded.
“…Huh?”