Chris wiped down the gym bench after the pickup game, towel slung over his shoulder, sweat cooling on his skin. The college rec center was winding down—most players gone, just a few lingering shots echoing. He'd scored the winning layup, adrenaline still buzzing.
"Nice game again, Iesuke." Ryan's voice cut through, too close. The guy leaned against the bleachers, arms crossed, dark hair damp, that confident smirk dialed up. "You're on fire lately."
Chris nodded polite, grabbing his water. "Thanks. Team effort."
Ryan stepped closer, blocking the path to the lockers a bit. "Modest too. Hey—party at my place Friday. Whole major invited. You should come. Loosen up."
Chris paused, backpack half-zipped. Ryan had amped the invites lately—study "help," coffee "runs," now parties. Always casual, but the eyes lingered, the personal jabs at Chris's "busy schedule" sharper.
"Appreciate it," Chris said, voice even. "But got plans with my boyfriend. Weekend with his kid too."
Ryan's smirk twitched, eyes narrowing playful but edged. "The older guy, right? Single dad? Must be... intense. You sure you're not missing out on college fun?"
Chris's hazel eyes hardened. "Not missing anything. Haru's everything."
Ryan raised hands mock-surrender. "Chill, man. Just saying—you're young, hot talent on court and in class. Options exist."
The compliment landed wrong—too direct. Chris shouldered his bag. "I'm good with my option. See you in lecture."
He walked out fast, heart thumping annoyed. Ryan's rival tension wasn't just grades anymore—flirty pushes crossing lines.
Home, Ichigo greeted with dino roar tackle. Haru in kitchen, sleeves rolled, stirring curry. Kiss quick, but Chris lingered.
"Rough day?" Haru asked, dark brown eyes reading him easy.
Chris set bag down. "Ryan again. Party invite, digs at you—'missing college fun.' Felt... pushy."
Haru's jaw tightened, protective flash. "He hitting on you?"
Chris shrugged. "Kinda? Subtle, but yeah. Told him off—mentioned you clear."
Haru pulled him close. "Good. He keeps it up, I'll handle."
Chris smiled faint. "My hero."
Dinner light—Ichigo curry monster faces, laughs easing tension. Bedtime hugs, kid out.
Living room dim, wine poured. Chris curled Haru's side. "Ryan's rival crap amping. Jealous of grades, but now... us."
Haru arm tight. "Let him be jealous. You're mine."
Possessive spark ignited—Chris tilting up, lips hungry. Haru kissed back fierce, hands waist, pulling lap. Tongues urgent, breaths ragged.
Shirts shed quick—Chris's tee yanked, Haru's button-up tossed. Skin met hot, slim pressing medium. Haru's mouth neck—sucking marks claiming, soothing rival sting. Chris arched, gasp breathy, grinding hard.
Pants undone impatient, pushed away. Bare, sweat-slick. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping firm, stroking rhythm rolls. Chris bucked wild, moans soft, legs tight.
Haru's free hand pinned wrist gentle, deepening friction. Pleasure coiled intense—eyes locked, hazel possessive fire, brown burning love. Whispers: "Only you," Chris panted; "Mine," Haru growled low.
Climax crashed shared—Chris tensing beautiful, release spilling hot muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering deep.
Tangled after, breaths evening. Chris smiled lazy. "Rival who?"
Haru chuckled, kissing temple. "Exactly."
Morning routine: pancakes, giggles, drop-offs. Campus day—Ryan in lecture, seat "saved" again. Chris sat elsewhere.
Ryan cornered after class. "Missed you Friday. Party was lit."
Chris firm: "Told you—plans with boyfriend."
Ryan leaned close, voice low. "He's lucky. But if you ever want... more fun, I'm around."
Chris stepped back. "Not interested. Back off."
Ryan smirked, but eyes flashed annoyed. "Your loss."
Tension amped—rival crossing lines bold.
College chaos spiced hotter.