“Stop,” I said, blinking to will away the image of his cock doing… that. “Seeing as though you started it and—”
“Did I, though?”
Ah, the text message thing again.
“Just… seriously, relax. I’m gonna pull my power back, but replace it instantly. Same power level, just not…this.I need you to sink into it, pull on that instinctual aspect you’ve been working on. Don’t overthink it. Just trust in it. In you, Z.”
I guided forward the sphere that I was still stably levitating above my left palm.
Then I eyed him in question.
“Yeah,” he said, strengthening his stance. “I’ve got it. Got it, Win.”
I smiled to myself. He was adorable. Even with this stunt. Let’s face it, that just made him more adorable in my eyes.
As my second sphere reached the clusterfuck at the pressure plate, I twisted my hand carefully, forming it into a cylindrical disc, bit by bit.
I held it just a fraction of an inch out from his… penetrating… fuchsia spike currently driven through my other sphere. Then I started to guide my right hand to see to that orb, carefully easing it off his magic.
The moment it was off, I focused on pressing my disc to his magic with the exact same amount of pressure and power, so there was no break or change at all that would impact the plate.
His eyes widened as his magic responded perfectly to the movement of mine, and morphed into an identically-sized disc, hovering against mine.
Now there was intensity, yes, but it wasn’t anything like it had been. It was pure power meeting other power equally.
“Highly impressive,” I commended him. “That was really something, Zayn.”
I drew my stray sphere back to me, but kept it hovering over my right palm just in case something else happened that required immediate action. My left hand remained steady holding the disc against his.
“Right back at you. Those were some sweet moves.”
A shadow fell over us and I turned to see the professor there.
“Excellent,” he said, admiring our handiwork. “That’s how it’s done. Fusion is not domination. It’s alignment. Very well done, gentlemen.”
He gave us a chin lift, of all things, then continued on to the next pair down the line.
Zayn grinned at me. “That sounds like an A+, right?”
I chuckled.
Actually, I burst out laughing, still holding my magic steady through it all.
And it felt really good.
The levity.
The innocence of it.
The normalcy of it being just a class exercise.
Zayn being Zayn.
And me actually getting to be me.
At least for a little while.
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