The taller boy pulled the other even closer to his body, so now Yerik was practically in his lap. His hand slid down to Yerik's waist, caressing the fabric under his palm. He leaned down, nuzzling into the other's neck, mumbling against his skin.
"You'll look so much better in blue, baby. Just wear my jersey, come on. You look like you're freezing, precious."
"I'm warm enough-"
"I beg to differ," he protested, his hand trailing up and down the boy's sides in an attempt to warm him up. One of his hands landed on Yerik's thin, fragile wrist, rubbing the skin gently. He could feel him shiver against him. Damn, he was freezing. Ethan was genuinely worried, though he knew if he said that, Yerik would just shrug it off, saying he wasn't cold. "Please. Wear. My. Jersey," he pleaded again.
Ethan gently pulled the boy even closer, so they were chest to chest. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, still rubbing his sides to warm him up.
"Baby, you're freezing. You might get sick. Just wear the jersey, please. Just this once." He was convincing, and he knew it. He knew Yerik couldn't resist his pleading voice any longer. And, well, it wasn't just his personal agenda here, you know? Yerik would be warm, and he'd be supporting him! It was a win-win! He nuzzled into Yerik's neck, still holding him firmly in his arms.
Oh, so pleading wasn't doing it, was it? He gently pinched Yerik's waist, which elicited a small gasp from the other. Ethan mumbled right into his ear.
"Wear my goddamn jersey already, you brat. It's too cold for you."
Ethan didn't wait for a response this time. He grabbed his jersey and quickly removed Yerik's green scarf from his neck. He pulled the jersey over Yerik's head, guiding his arms into the sleeves. It was a little big on him, of course, but it was warm. Ethan sighed in relief and satisfaction, seeing Yerik's body engulfed in his jersey, his pale, flushed-from-the-cold pink face peeking out from under the collar.
"There. That's better. You look so much better in blue, baby."
Yerik could only hum in response. Well, Ethan had been so insistent, and the jersey really was nice. It smelled like him. He couldn't help but nuzzle into the collar, pulling it closer to himself. It seemed like Felix and Jacob would have to be the upset party today.
There was a shuffle as Yerik's friend, Felix, who had been sitting beside him earlier, returned to his seat. To his surprise, he found this scene before him. Jacob wasn't there because he was in the locker room with the team. Speaking of which, shouldn't Ethan go too? But obviously, how could he leave without getting his daily dose of Yerik?
It didn't take a second for Felix's expression to morph into one of a disappointed conservative parent watching his daughter's shameless boyfriend- who he did not approve of at all, by the way- flirt with her right in front of him.
Ethan was practically wrapped around Yerik now, with the boy sitting on his lap and tucked against his chest, wearing his jersey. Damn, he loved how Yerik looked in his jersey. The only thing he'd love even more was seeing a ring on that pretty, pale, bony finger. He tried to block out Felix's glares—he could practically read his thoughts- but he ignored him, pressing a feather-light kiss to the blonde's nape.
"Comfortable?"
"Mhm," Yerik hummed back, sighing. He glanced at the team members heading to the locker rooms. "Don't you have to go too? Give your team a pep talk, Mr. Captain? There are only 20 minutes left."
Ethan looked at the players and then back at the boy on his lap. The logical side of him was basically screaming, "Think with the head on your shoulders, you simp!" He groaned, leaning his head against Yerik's shoulder again and wrapping his arms around his waist even tighter.
He mumbled against his skin. "Mmmm... I'd rather stay here. My team will just have to deal with it. I can give them a pep talk, but what about me? There's no one better to give me a pep talk than you, baby. You're my good luck charm."
Yerik rolled his eyes playfully at Ethan's words. God, he was so... extra. And good at making him blush like a tomato. "And why do you think I'd give you luck to make my own department lose, hm?"
Ethan just chuckled, having had this conversation many times before. "You wouldn't want me to get hurt out there, right, darling? I am the captain, after all. They're sure to aim for me. I can't get injured, can I? I need my luck charm to keep me safe, hm?"
Meanwhile, Felix was just standing there, giving them the biggest side-eye that screamed, 'Oh yeah, do feel free to do your PDA in my seat. Guess I'll just stand here, huh?'
Yerik, who had half a mind to just give Ethan the good luck kiss already, glanced at his friend's disappointed but unsurprised expression. He shook his head fondly before turning back to Ethan, huffing. He knew what Ethan was doing.
"You'll live."
Ethan chuckled again at the boy's answer and pouty huff. "Will I, baby? That's not very reassuring from my luck charm. You're supposed to tell me I'll play my best and everything will be fine and I'll win. You're supposed to believe in me and keep me safe, hm? Come on, honey, give me some motivation. This measly 'you'll live' isn't cutting it."
"Come on, you'll be fine." Yerik rolled his eyes and pecked Ethan's cheek. "Now go. Felix is here. You're sitting in his seat."
Ethan let out a sigh as he was interrupted. He groaned as he slowly pushed himself up, letting the boy go. He knew Yerik would come back to him right after the match. A smile graced his tan face as he looked down at the boy still sitting there. He lifted Yerik's chin with his hand and bent down, kissing him sweetly on the forehead.
"Be right back, baby. Just sit here and look pretty, okay?" He was about to leave but added, "You know, I'm not really worried about getting hurt now. After all, I've had my good luck kiss. And even if I do get hurt, I have my personal doctor to heal me back to health."
Yerik pretended to look annoyed, but there w
as a fond smile on his face.
"...You're ridiculous."