{Fic} Different
Pairings: Jonathan/Timothy Cooper/Cole
Rating: PG- For language
It had been nearly two months since the fateful senior play. Timothy and Jonathan were going on strong and had even figured out a way to compromise on the college situation. Timothy was going to Berklee College of Music, while Jonathan went to Northwestern. Since both schools were in Boston they could see each other frequently, and they were only an hour from their hometown.
Everything was going really well - at school at least. People there were really excepting. Jonathan could continue to play rugby will all the respect a captain deserved, while Timothy had found his stride with music.
Unfortunatly, not everyone had been hit by the pansy’s spell. Most were smart enough to keep their mouths shut though, since three of the school’s top and toughest rugby players were gay. Turns out Cole and Cooper had been meant for each other after all.
One bright June morning, scant weeks from graduation, Cole, Cooper and Jonathan were walking back from rugby practice. There last game was coming up and coach wanted that championship so badly he could taste it. These special morning practices were especially brutal.
“Man I’m sore all over. I’m never gonna move again.” Cooper moaned as they trudged off the pitch.
Jonathan grinned and said “Cole might be disappointed,” looking meaningfully at his friend.
Cole punched Jonathan playfully on the arm and said “He always says that. But I have my ways."
Cooper just glared.
Finally the trio reached the doors of the school and walked inside the warm hallway. They still had 15 minutes before the first bell so they sat down in front of their lockers, scarfing down power bars for breakfast.
Jonathan sent off a quick text to Timothy reading Hey, come meet me Cole n Cooper. We’re in front of my locker.
Five minutes later Timothy came bounding around the corner with a blueberry muffin in his hand. By now the hallway was half full of people, so he had to negotiate through them to get to his boyfriend.
He finally got to his destination and slid down next to Jonathan, who turned his head and gave Timothy a kiss. Timothy smiled shyly - not entirely used to it all yet.
Across the hall though a freshman muttered to his friend “Ugh- fucking fags.”
Clearly he hadn’t meant to be heard - but he was, but all three members of the rugby team and Timothy. Timothy looked down at his muffin and muttered “Here we go.”
The three teammates stood up and walked over the freshman, who just realized he’d been heard and had a terrified look creeping over his face.
Cole started off with “Hey man, got a problem with fucking fags?”
“Yeah kid, got a problem with me kissing my boyfriend?” Jonathan nearly growled as he gestured to Timothy - sitting there a little impressed, a little embarrassed.
The freshman looked caught in between denying he said it or apologizing and harming his pride. The boy settled on “I’m - uh, just not used to it….”
“Well maybe you should keep those homophobic comments to yourself.” Cooper added.
“It’s not cool to say shit like that. Got it?” Jonathan said, in a much friendlier tone.
The kid nodded and took this opportunity to run away.
Timothy could help but think absently how wonderfully different things were.