Neil gets in a fight on the court and it’s one of those where gloves are dropped and helmets are thrown and the punches are quick and hard. Neil gets far more good hits in than the other guy but he doesn’t escape unharmed. His nose is gushing and his mouth is full of blood when one of the foxes finally pulls him off. There’s blood in his teeth, lips tight in a grin far from his father’s but his own brand of deadly, and his eyes stay locked on his mark. Neil says something back, spits blood across the court and he’s not fighting against the hold Matt and Kevin have on him, but he’s leaning into it like he might break free any second. Cocky.
You would think Andrew would already be there, ready to help keep Neil back or throw his own punches but no. No, Andrew is silently losing his mind over how fucking hot Neil Josten is. Everyone’s so confused about why he hasn’t at least come closer but he literally can’t move. He’s so fucking gone for Neil Josten. It takes him a full twenty minutes to get it together, Neil’s not even on the court anymore, he was banished to the locker room by coach for being a disappointment or something, and Andrew still can’t focus. He lets two goals in before Kevin successfully ruins his high and he gets back into the game, but the image of Neil's stupid bloody grin is seared into his brain to the point he can’t even look at Neil until they are safely back in their dorm room. Neil finds it hilarious, Andrew can’t even lie about how hot it was.
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