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Ponedeljak 13:37
Monday 13:37
Lovro didn't like mondays. Let alone gym class, on a monday. Unfortunately for him, he was dating the guy who loved it. It was the highlight of Ivan's day to be playing basketball with his friends. Jakov liked it too, but he felt incredibly generous today and decided to sit through it with Lovro. Mario and Filip decided to skip and of course Lovro would've happily went with them if he didn't already have plans with certain someone. Now he was sitting on a mat, legs stretched out and head resting on the gym wall. As he was in the middle of mindlessly fiddling with his hands, Jakov pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Buraz ako nastavis da ga gledas tako, nece ga pola ostat, primetice decki."
(Bro if you continue looking at him like that, you'll eat him alive, guys will notice.)
Jakov said, sitting with his legs crossed in front of him, his hand resting on a random stray ball he found.
"Kaj? Ne znam o cem pricas."
(What? I don't know what you're talking about.)
Lovro replied, his head slightly turning to look at Jakov.
"Aha, a ja sam budala? Daj bar mene nemoj sa tim forama Lovro."
(Yeah am I an idiot? Come on Lovro, at least don't play those tricks with me.)
He said as he looked back at the guys playing with a smile spread on his face, just to find Ivan looking back at them, well Lovro, for a split second too.
"Ja ovde presedim sat vremena a ti ces mene odjebat zbog decka, mislim okej."
(I sit through a whole class for you and you'll ditch me for a guy, whatever.)
Jakov pushed, teasing Lovro while bouncing the ball on the ground.
"Daj buraz-" (Come on bro-)
Lovro started but before he could finish, Jakov laughed heartly next to him and threw the said ball at him.
"Daj sprdam te kaj se primas. Al ozbiljno kud cete poslije?"
(I'm just playing, don't get fired up. But for real, where are you going later?)
Jakov curiously asked.
"A kaj znam, mozda idemo do njega doma."
(I don't know, I think we'll maybe go to his place)
He answered with a slightly shy voice and flush spreading on his face.
"Aaaa. Aha dobro kuzim."
(Aha. Okay I got it.)
Jakov teased back at Lovro who just looked at him like he was over it. He knew it was coming, again.
"Jel bar dobar dzepni tomos?"
(Is the pocket tomos good at least?)
"Joj odvratan si." (You're disgusting.)
Lovro bit back and threw the ball back at him, but now he was laughing too.
"Ako toliko zelis saznat ti se uvijek mozes pridruzit."
(If you wanna find out that badly, you can always join.)
Lovro needed a long time to accept himself, and even longer to realise people around him accept him too. It was weeks until Lovro spoke about it in casual conversation, without shame or uncomfortable tone. Jakov couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his heart now that Lovro was joking about it with him. So openly and explicitly, no beating around it or holding himself back.
He was taken a back for a few moments before he exploded in laughter, threw himself and started rolling on the gym mat. It was probably then that the guys turned at them for a look, one person's gaze staying on them longer than the other. When he calmed down he sat up and tried to put on a serious face as he blinked and looked Lovro in the eyes. Lovro thought he was funny but Jakov though himself to be funnier.
"Lovro. Stvarno se moramo nekad poljubit da proverimo. Just in case."
(Lovro. We really have to kiss at one point to check. Just in case.)
Jakov tried to say without a smile creeping on his face, unsuccessfully of course.
"Just in case?" Lovro repeated amused.
"Aj onda dodji" (Come then.) Lovro said, though they were already quite close, and it was said more like a challenge than anything else.
"Da dodjem a?"
(Should I come?)
Jakov bit back, raising his eyebrows.
"Dodji." (Come.) Lovro finally replied, as they were now both moving closer with huge grins on their faces, whispering at each other to come closer. They started making kissy faces and slight moaning sounds at each other and just as they tilted their heads – shouts came from across the court.
"EJ PAZI!"
(WATCH OUT!)
They jumped from each other as the ball slamed a few centimeters away from Jakov with incredible force. As they pulled their bewildered eyes from the ball and up the court, they saw Ivan standing with his hands at his sides, eyes dark. His jaw was tight and his chin lifted up, gazing back at them. Jakov lifted his brows and turned to Lovro who was already looking back at Ivan with his glossy blue eyes.
"Au jebote.." (What the fuck..) Jakov said starteled.
"Koj je tvoj problem?" (What's your problem?)
He shouted at Ivan, while the game continued on as they retrieved the ball.
"Znam ja koj je njegov problem..."
(I know what his problem is...)
Jakov muttered under his breath as he turned to an unresponsive Lovro, his eyes still stuck at Ivan's back.
"Buraz." (Bro.) Jakov tried, with a slightly harsh tone.
"Mhm" Lovro mindlesly hummed, turning his head towards Jakov but his eyes never moving from Ivan. Ivan who was now also shooting Lovro more glances then he was shooting balls.
"Lik me zamalo spucao u glavu a ti ga gledas kao da je spustio zvijezde sa neba."
(The guy almost shot me in the head and you're looking at him like he hung the stars.)
Jakov said, acting pissed off but with no real sting behind his words, looking more smug and pleased with himself than ever. Just as he plopped back onto the mat and stretched his arms above his head, the bell sounded the end of the class.
Both Jakov and Lovro got up to take their things and leave. They left the class earlier than other guys as they stayed behind to finish the game.
Mario and Filip waited in front of the school, bickering about something Lovro couldn't quite understand when he and Jakov joined them. They exchanged a greeting and few fleeting words before the guys started walking away, Lovro staying behind.
"Idite vi, ja moram sacekat Ivana."
(You guys go, I have to wait for Ivan.)
As they were saying goodbye, Lovro noticed Ivan walking slowly towards them, his eyes not moving from Lovro's, just giving the guys a small 'bye'.
"Hej" (Hey) Lovro greeted, smile creeping on his face as he reached his hand for Ivan to take it.
Before he could realise what was happening, Ivan took his hand and pulled him closer into a kiss. Lovro wasn't against public displays of affection, but he wasn't prepared for it either. As he pulled away from Ivan for air, Ivan cupped his face with both of his hands, giving him a gentle peck on the lips, then the forehead, and finally pulling him into a hug, his hands going down from Lovro's back to his waist. They breathed together for a few moments before Ivan finally spoke, for the first time since he came over.
"Ajmo mi doma."
(Let's just go home.)
Ivan spoke in Lovro's neck, and Lovro just hummed as they pulled away and walked from the school gates towards Ivan's scooter, Ivan's hand holding Lovro around his shoulders, staying close.
Lovro loved life like this.