Good Game (слэш)

He’d almost decked him the first time it had happened--and had they still been at school, and raging teens with often uncontrollable hormones, he wouldn’t have hesitated. They’ve both mellowed out over the years, aren’t as quick to pick a fight as soon as the other walks into a room, but there’s still that underlying tension. It prickles like gooseflesh across Marcus’ skin as he feels Wood’s hand connect with his arse: a hard slap that jolts him awake like a shot of espresso, like that first gust of wind across his face as he mounts his broom and kicks off from the ground.