Nile

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The flashes of the cameras were blinding and the questions were raining down, but Neil stayed close to Andrew, feeling his tension with every cell of his body. "The usual questions," as he called them, were torture - who played better, what are your plans for the future, and, of course, "how do you like the fans' support?" But then came the very question that took the striker's breath away and his blue eyes became even more attentive. - Neil and Andrew, fans have long noticed your chemistry on and off the court. Is there more to you than just playing on the same team? - the reporter began Josten couldn't help but laugh quietly, but Minyard's face darkened. "It doesn't concern you," he snapped, flashing his eyes at the reporter. The questions ended quickly, as if everyone was suddenly afraid of the goalkeeper's wrath, although perhaps that was the case. As soon as they disappeared into the empty locker room, Neil turned to Andrew. “You were magnificent,” he whispered, a smile touching his lips. Andrew was silent, his gaze intense. The redhead stepped closer, ran his fingers down the boy's cheek and leaned down to touch his lips. At first it was easy and gentle, and then deeper and more demanding. The empty locker room echoed only with their breathing, and the tension in the air was replaced by heat. Andrew didn't respond to the kiss right away, as if he was hesitating, but soon his lips parted, letting Neil into his world. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if they were both afraid that this might be the last time. When they pulled away from each other, the air between them sparkled with unspoken words. “Why are you reacting like that?” Neil asked with obvious interest, looking the blond straight in the eyes. “Because it’s none of their business,” Minyard answered calmly, “and because I don’t want it to become their business.” The redhead just grinned. - I understand, but... - No "buts", Neil. This is between us. It will always be between us. Neil smiled, knowing Andrew was right. Their world was special, their own, and they had to protect it from prying eyes and other people's opinions. “Then maybe we should continue here?” said the young man, approaching the stranger’s lips again.

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