Sneak preview from my fic
I'll be back soon! I swear! For now, bit from the newest chapter I hope to finish by the end of the week:
No sooner had the first syllable left his mouth than Peter sprinted to him, throwing himself into his best friend and honorary big brother’s arms. The weight of the steel-framed boy was familiar, the way he buried his face into his shoulder and curled his fingers to grip at the oversized wool sweater immediately setting Raivis at ease, and soon, he melted into the hug and squeezed tightly. “I-I missed you, too,” he murmured. They always kept in touch with calls and Instant Messenger (despite Raivis meekly complaining that the boy was too young for internet chats), but by this point, it had been a good few months since they had the chance to see one another without the grainy, laggy Skype feed.
He let Peter decide when to break the hug. In the meantime, he fussed over him, rubbing his back and soothing flyaway locks of golden blond. Muffled sounds and the feeling of hot breath puffing through the weave of his sweater told him Peter was talking. “I can’t hear you with your face smushed, you know.” In response, the fort lifted his head without breaking their embrace.
“I said,” Peter huffed, “‘Do you promise?’”
“Promise what? That…” Raivis trailed off, brows creasing as he considered what he last said. Promise that he missed him? His gaze softened. “Of course I do. Er, I did. I-I do promise that I did miss you. Does that make sense?”
Satisfied with the answer, the hug was dropped in favor of jogging backwards to his ball, which was kicked to Raivis and, after a little jlt of surprise, blocked with the side of his foot on instinct. “Nicely done! See? You can play something other than hockey. We’ll have you playing for Sunderland in no time!”
“That is a football club, right? A-Are they one of the good ones?” Raivis kicked the ball back. If Peter wanted to play, then he would play, at least for the time being. He still needed a drink and something to eat after the trip over, but hospitality could wait.
“Are you kidding? They’re record-breaking!” Kick.
“Really? You think I could be playing for a record-breaking team?” Kick.
“Oh, absolutely. Why, just last season, they broke the record for the lowest end-season score of all time!” Kick.
Raivis stopped the ball under his foot with a snort, mocking a look of offense. "That's kind of cruel, getting my hopes up like that."
