I haven't done one of these in soooooo long, so -- let's go! A li'l snippet from the Kolacic teacher Ivan/student Lovro fic I'm currently working on 😊
Echoes of bouncing basketballs thunder just beyond a set of carefully closed doors, every impact reverberating faintly through the floor and joined by the not-so-distant squeak of shoes on polished wood. A ball slams against a backboard, followed quickly by a rupture of excited shouting and a chorus of cheers, before all of that noise dissolves back into its usual, mundane chaos once more.
Right now, all attention is on that game – not a should-be-empty changing room.
Ivan’s hand braces against the damp tile beside Lovro’s head. The shower wall is cold beneath his palm, but Lovro is so fucking warm against him. Fresh sweat still clings to the small of Lovro’s back from the drills Ivan had made him run – had made all the students run – before the two of them found their excuse to disappear in here. His gym shirt is damp at the collar, his breathing not quite all the way steady again yet, and his heart drums hard enough, races fast enough, that Ivan can practically feel it beating inside his own chest.
He is aware of everything. Of all of it, almost painfully. Of the locked doors, and the stupid risk, and just how easily this could all go so horribly, predictably wrong. It wouldn’t even take much. Just one person – one student hunting down a forgotten water bottle, one unoccupied teacher passing by. That’s it. That’s all.
And still… Ivan can’t seem to gather the good sense to take a single step back.
The words come out low and muffled against Lovro’s skin. He brushes his mouth along the side of Lovro’s neck, dipping low enough to taste the sweat-salted hollow of Lovro’s throat. The pulse jumps against his tongue, and Lovro’s fingers slide into his hair, twisting just hard enough to hold him there; to keep him. Up above, Lovro’s laugh is quiet and breathless.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “Then stop.”
A beat. Ivan raises his head from Lovro’s neck and pulls away, but he doesn’t go far. He can never go too far. His own heartbeat thunders louder than any of the basketballs on the other side of these four walls, and as he lifts his gaze, he finds Lovro already waiting to meet it. He is truly a sight to behold: pink-flushed face, and kissed-red lips, and black-eaten eyes. Gazing back at Ivan as though he trusts him, implicitly, to be the sensible one here, the adult, and that truly is a terrible mistake. Ivan hates himself for never correcting it.
In the gymnasium, the basketball game roars on. Ivan really should be in there to see it, to supervise it – to teach it.
He leans in here and kisses Lovro’s sweet, smiling mouth instead.
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