How to Hate (and totally not fall for) Your Son's Teacher || Whizzvin ff

Chapter 12

It’s two days later when Marvin enters the school gym. P.E. was indoors, since it’s been pouring the entire day. When he steps inside, all the kids have already left for the changing rooms, leaving only Whizzer and Jason.

At the sight of Whizzer showing Jason something with a basketball, Marvin smiles to himself.

Jason turns around at the sound of the door closing. “Dad, look what Mr. Brown can do!” he exclaims.

His dad is raising his eyebrows, still smiling, when his gaze wanders to the other man.

Whizzer smirks, places the basketball on his index finger, and carefully spins and balances it with ease.

Marvin’s not surprised; he has yet to find something the man isn’t good at. He doesn’t like that he still finds it hot.

“That’s really impressive,” he says — not as sincerely as he means it, his eyes not leaving Whizzer’s.

To his relief, Whizzer doesn’t take it as an attack and holds the eye contact.

It takes Whizzer asking, “Have you ever learned it?” for Marvin to come back to reality, noticing that his son has followed the other kids and gone to change.

Damn, he really is down bad.

“That?” Marvin asks with a laugh, exaggeratedly imitating Whizzer’s earlier movements with his finger. “No. I was never really into... sports.”

Whizzer nods understandingly. “Want me to teach you?”

Marvin considers it for a moment, but he can’t find a reason to say no.

“Okay.”

Whizzer gently grabs his right hand, forms it into a fist, and points the index finger straight up. Even though they’ve somewhat held hands before, it feels weirdly intimate.

All he hears is Whizzer’s and his own breathing, which eventually start to sync. All he sees is Whizzer’s face, and Whizzer’s hands, and Whizzer, Whizzer, Whizzer.

He fails miserably at his first try — the ball falls to the ground pretty much immediately. Whizzer gets the ball and smiles encouragingly. “It takes a while ‘til you get it right.”

Against his own nature, Marvin stays patient and tries again. This time, he’s able to hold it up for about two seconds.

“Already better,” Whizzer comments.

“Cool! I wanna learn it too!” Jason yells from the door.

“I’ll show you next time,” the teacher offers, smiling.

Marvin follows Jason out of the gym, walking a few steps backwards to wave goodbye to Whizzer.

They reach the car quickly, avoiding most of the rain. Marvin lets out a sigh of relief when he closes his door.

“Are you and Mr. Brown a couple?” Jason asks after a short silence. All that can be heard is the rain pattering on the windshield and the running engine.

Marvin grips the steering wheel a little harder. “No,” he answers, hoping his kid will let it go.

“Why not?” comes from Marvin’s right.

He sighs and considers for a moment if he should just tell the truth. Tell him: “Yeah, so I really, really like him — actually more than I’ve liked anyone in my entire life — so I really don’t wanna mess this up. But you know, just because we’re both gay doesn’t mean he likes me back. And you know how awesome he is — he’s completely out of my league — so I can’t risk it, because it would be extremely embarrassing and I don’t think I could recover from that.”