Who Cares Who Wins? (boyxboy)

Chapter 16. Cup Game - Part One.

He seemed to have some sort of hold over a number of boys in the school, including Logan Holland from the Reserve XV, who was also in my music class, which I found a little disturbing.

Logan, although he was a quiet, reserved boy, seemed more inhibited by Trevor, Kasper, and Fabian when we trained. He became a totally different boy when we played a proper match in the Reserve XV when they were not around. Gone were his inhibitions and he was more chilled out and relaxed, so much so that he often played a blinder.

He was a very handsome boy, you could even call him cute and not be offensive. What's more I found him more than just easy on the eye. I had to hold myself in check and keep any contact with him as minimal as possible as he was, as the bulge in his shorts readily confirmed, well hung and just the type of boy that would usually sexually attract me. I just kept my lustful viewings from a discreet, yet satisfying, distance.

It was during one of those lustful viewings in the changing rooms after a training session, that I had seen Trevor forcibly giving him his boots and kit to clean.

I saw Logan refuse at first, but after some hushed words between them, Logan reluctantly accepted Trevor's kit. The venomous look Logan gave as Trevor walked away suggested something was not quite right and as Kasper and Fabian were not with him, as they invariably were when he bullied someone, I suspected blackmail, but I couldn't be sure.

Somehow I had been elevated, by boys at the school, to a sort of hero figure status all because of the success of the team. I put it down to the fact that most boys didn't like Trevor and wanted an alternative hero figure to worship.

I didn't mind that as I knew that would piss Trevor off and I played along with it by being generous with my greetings and always acknowledging the adulation.

Some boys were quite suggestive in their whispered comments to me and, if I was of a mind, I could have been sexually satisfied every night. I always declined each and every offer, firmly yet politely, and with a smile.

I felt bad for Xander. I could tell how much he liked me. I could see it in his eyes and in the way he was around me, and it must have been upsetting for him to witness these adulations and offers yet he did not utter a word.

However frustrating it was for him by the evening he was always in a more relaxed mood by the time we went to the storeroom in the Music Wing.

We continued to play records, sometimes we danced, but most of all we talked freely about all manner of things. He was a very interesting character, very independent and very focused, yet he had a wicked sense of humour.

I found it easy to tell when he was having one of his mood swings and made allowances for them. They usually didn't last long and he was always wanting to apologise to me for them.

It wasn't necessary as even with his mood swings I liked being in his company.

I had been thinking of reminding him that he had said that he would teach me to meditate so I could learn to relax and focus on the cup game coming up at the weekend. I didn't know if he had meditated the past few weeks as he hadn't said, and I hadn't noticed him doing so.

As my twin hadn't made another appearance in the storeroom I decided not to mention it and I assumed that by not meditating Xander was keeping him at bay.

I asked Xander if he would come and cheer us on Saturday. I had asked him many times before and he had always stubbornly refused. This time was no different but he did promise that one day he would.

🏉~~~🏉~~~🏉~~~🏉 Match Day 🏉~~~🏉~~~🏉~~~🏉

Danescroft School were our opponents for the 1st round of the Inter School's Challenge Cup and they had a fearsome reputation. I knew of them but we had never played against them. They had been one of the top teams the West Midlands had produced for the past four years, but Dickie told us that many of their top players had now left the school and they were now a mixture of experienced and inexperienced players. In essence they were now an unknown quantity and Dickie, quite naturally, was very worried by it even though it was a Home Game for us.