SECRET IN THE LOCKER ROOM [Castiel x Lysander][MCL][BL]

Hi there! Here's the english version for a My Candy Love fanfiction I'm writing. As you may infer by the contents of my blog my native language is Spanish so if you happen to find any grammar mistake I'd appreciate if you could please point them out for me, thanks! ^J^

Well this is the first chapter, I hope you like it!

Warning: Episode 12 SPOILERS
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, they belong entirely to their creator ChiNoMiko.

You can find the next chapter here

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“You won’t run away from me again Lysander!”, said I to myself filled with conviction as I stealthy entered the boys' locker room. To avoid an embarrassing incident as the previous one in which instead of meeting with the glorious tattoo of certain two color-eyed boy, I met with the bruised back of the dullest guy in the entire institute, I made sure that nobody else was in need of changing clothes. Just as last time, I find my way inside the metal locker and waited for the only one who was still wearing the sports clothing. I was starting to feel anxious of being inside such a reduced and uncomfortable space when at last the sound of steps resounded. Immediately I knew it was Lysander coming; the confident yet reserved and brief steps made it easy to figure. From behind the lockers door I watched waiting the boy to reach my range of vision, then, voilà! there he was, stripping solemnly. First, he took off the jacket tied up around his waist. For a moment I almost wished for Lysander to be more like his best friend, Castiel, for sure the red-haired boy would strip in less than a second… “Wait, no, it can’t be!” Castiel! I’d totally forgotten about him! As I was peeping who entered and who left the room, I was so absorbed in not to lose sight of anyone that at the end I failed to notice the fact that the sarcastic guy hadn’t shown at all. He’d certainly get in at any time to change his clothes, and acute as his senses always were, the possibilities of being exposed would dramatically increase. I had trusted Lysander’s cluelessness, but all my confidence was now being threatened by Castiel. Thus, just as if my thoughts had called him, faster than the blink of an eye, there he was, at the locker room’s entrance, with eyes fixed on his friend.

—Castiel, I thought you were already changed.

The sardonic guitarist showed one of his characteristically ironic smiles.

—I got a great idea —said he, while getting closer to his friend.

—Could you explain yourself further? —asked, evidently bewildered, the white-haired boy.

Castiel broaden his smile and taking the other boy by the shoulders, pushed him against the locker in which I was hidden. I jolted, “What’s happening? Why is Castiel being this weird?”, I could not grasp the meaning behind his actions. And now, I wasn’t even able to see anything other than a white-haired head pressed against the door. The room fell silent. Neither of them spoke a word, but… no… the room was not completely silent. A sound could be heard, a familiar sound. One I would never have imagined to hear inside the boys' locker room and much the less coming from Castiel and Lysander… it was the sound that lips produce when they intertwine. The sound made by two people kissing. I covered my mouth with both hands to help myself from squealing in my surprise. “I was here to see a tattoo and I’ve ended up discovering such a scandal!”, thought I all embarrassed, confused and impressed.

—Castiel, what’s the meaning of this? Anyone could enter in this very instant and find out about us. I remind you, we’re at the institute and the classes are not over yet —asserted Lysander, releasing his lips from the rushed kiss.

—Isn’t it the more exciting this way? —the daring red-haired explained— besides, I’ve been waiting in the schoolyard until everyone was out of the gym, so there’s no one around, we’re safe.

The guitarist ran his fingers through the whitish hair of his friend, holding it tight. Then, he pulled his head closer to his to silence any possible argument with another fierce kiss. I could tell the distance of their bodies was gone for the peculiar rustling the fabrics make when rubbing with one another. Their breathing was beginning to turn into soft pants. I backed against the wall and closed my eyes tightly. I could feel my face ablaze. “What am I to witness!?”

—Is there someone left in the locker room? —called a voice, echoing from outside. It was Boris’ voice, the new sports teacher. I continued to cover up my mouth tightly, only this time it was to prevent a sigh of relief from coming out.

—Tsk. Yeah, Lysander and I are still changing —shouted Castiel, quite angry.

—Hurry up. It won’t be long before the next class arrives.

—Damn! I wasn’t counting that another class would start right after ours —said the sassy boy.

—Didn’t I tell you it was parlous doing such a thing in here?

—But it’s worth the risk. I was able to taste that old-fashioned mouth of yours —objected he, taking from his partner another fleeting kiss before heading to his locker.

The guitarist was back to his regular clothes in the blink of an eye. Contrary to his companion, who carefully unfolded his clothes in order to avoid any wrinkles before even starting to undress himself. By the time Castiel was ready to jump out of the room; Lysander had only finished to tighten his trousers and was now fixing some sort of outdated undershirt. His clothes were not merely designed to resemble Victorian style, no! They were indeed a perfect Victorian outfit.

—If it comes a day when you finish dressing up before I do, I swear I'll quit smoking —remarked the red-haired teasingly.

Lysander smiled serene as ever —that I would like to see.

Castiel shortened the distance in between, and to my big surprise, began to caringly fix the frills of his partner’s shirt. Once Lysander was over with his coat, they both exchanged a look of intelligence and out they went, turning off the lights as they left.

I jumped out of the locker faster than light and I uncovered my mouth at last. It remained open for a while after. I stayed there, waiting for them to get ahead of me, attempting to reduce my chances of being exposed down to zero. When I finally headed to the schoolyard, I ran into Castiel, who was about to enter the gym again. I couldn’t refrain myself from turning all red nor from averting my eyes away from his.

—What’s the deuce with you?

—No…nothing —I answered, still averting my gaze. I couldn’t face him without recalling what I’ve just witnessed minutes ago.

—You’re way too freaked out… what were you doing in the gym? —he inquired, suspiciously.

—I… was looking… looking for the professor! But he is not there, so I’m leaving —I told him, flustered and ready to disappear into the school building.

—Wait there!... Haven’t you seen… —my heart skipped a beat at his words, “has he noticed that I found out about ‘them’? — Lysander’s notebook? —as soon I heard these last words my heart was able to beat again.

Considerably relieved I told him I hadn’t and swiftly took my leave, taking with me the brief sight of Lysander’s tattoo and the strong conviction of not telling, ever, to anyone the secret in the locker room that they, unwillingly and unknowingly, from now onwards would share with me.