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Dead, that's what Kevin was. Raa leaped the bench after him, sneakers squealing on the subway tile floor as he tore around the corner, hand grabbing the edge of the row of lockers to swing him around the bend, his open hand smacking the locker door just inches from Kevin's face. The motion jarred his arm, sending a shock wave of pain beneath the cast as a small chunk of it covering the lower portion of his palm cracked off. He grinned, standing close enough to Kevin to feel his skin brush against the leather of his jacket.
"Hm..." he said, head tilting to one side as he spoke low, tone that of a lover. "Nice joke about the coach. I don't mind that, and in all honesty, I don't mind the threesome jokes. But I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't check my boyfriend out like that, okay? Notice how fuckably hot he is?" He put his hand on the back of Kevin's neck, leading him around the row of lockers to Marcus, his eyes traveling with worshipful appreciation along the lithe plains of Marcus' body. "Sure. I mean, anyone but a blind guy couldn't help but notice that. But keep in mind, Kevin, that comments and roaming eyes should be kept to a minimum, especially when I'm around. Because, and I'll admit this, too, I'm the jealous type, and it kinda makes me want to hit something. K?"
Would he actually hit Kevin? Possibly not, given the promise he'd made to Mr. Davenport, and he wasn't the type to ask someone to do his dirty work for him. It had been a long while since he'd been in a fight, but hopefully his reputation was still sound enough that Kevin remembered his penchant for laying someone flat with one well-aimed punch.
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei, The Arrangement.