Jock Next Bed (BL) Chapter 135: "He will never be gay for you..."

Bi?

First, it was Henry trying to know about this and now Collins?

What exactly was wrong with Sky’s group and their nosiness?

"And how is that your business?" Chris’s voice barely held steady, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Stay away from Sato," Collins spat. "We were fine before you showed up, and we’ll be fine once you leave."

Chris massaged his brow, trying to quell the rising anger. No, he wouldn’t let this guy rattle him. Not over sothing as ridiculous as this.

"First, try to sound coherent," Chris said, keeping his voice even. "What the hell is this really about?"

Collins’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. "I already warned you." He turned as if to leave, but Chris stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

"You don’t just show up here, do whatever you want, and disappear," Chris bit out, his patience running thin.

"Get out of my way!" Collins snapped, pushing past him aggressively.

Chris’s hands balled into fists. "You’ve got to be kidding —"

Before he could finish, Collins threw a punch.

It wasn’t much, but Chris wasn’t expecting it, and the force of it sent a shock through him. His lips stung from where the punch landed, and he could feel the blood trickling from a small cut he hadn’t noticed. His eyes widened in surprise. The guy looked fragile, but his punch was solid.

Chris reached up to touch his lip, then glared at Collins with fury flaring in his chest.

He grabbed Collins by the collar and slamd him against the wall, his own breath coming out in short, controlled bursts. "You must really have a death wish," he growled, his grip tightening.

Collins grinned, the smugness in his voice apparent. "Do you think Sato would let you off if you hurt ?"

Chris’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening as realization slowly dawned on him. The answer ca to him in an instant, and he scoffed, almost amused. "You’ve been a little rat sneaking around with feelings for your friend, huh?" He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with disdain. "That’s so loser behavior."

Ha ha! Says the hypocrite.

"SHUT UP!" Collins’s eyes flashed dangerously. Chris could see the raw emotion flicker behind them—sothing darker, sothing more dangerous than Chris had ever expected from the quiet guy.

It was like Collins was itching for a fight, and Chris could feel it in his bones. And though every instinct in him scread to throw a punch, he held back. Barely. Because part of him knew that this wasn’t just about a stupid fight. It was about sothing deeper, sothing tangled up with Sky. And Chris wasn’t about to lose himself to it—not yet.

But damn, Collins was pushing every one of his buttons.

"Let go!" Collins spat, trying to shove Chris off, but Chris stood his ground.

"What?" Chris taunted, his voice low and mocking. "Did Sky suddenly say he was in love with , and you couldn’t handle it?"

Chris was honestly stunned. He’d never suspected anything about Collins—not once had his gaydar ever gone off around him, and this new, aggressive side of the quiet bookworm threw him off completely. What had happened to make him snap like this?

"You bastard!" Collins’s face twisted in fury as he threw another punch, his entire body trembling with rage.

Chris had to admit—this guy was out of control. But despite the flurry of emotions brewing inside him—anger, frustration, confusion—he didn’t want to hurt him. Not just because of the scholarship, but because he feared that a single punch from him might break Collins. The guy wasn’t exactly built for a fight.

Chris released his grip and stepped back, his gaze unwavering.

Now, this was crazy.

"You must be delusional if you think Sky would ever choose you," Chris said confidently.

Collins charged toward him, fury burning behind his eyes, determined to land another punch. Chris, faster than expected, grabbed his fists. This guy was spiraling, and he could feel it in every strained muscle in Collins’s body.

"He’ll never be gay for you—" Collins’s words trailed off, but before he could finish, Chris threw a punch at his face.

The door slamd open, cutting their confrontation short.

It was Sky.

Sky’s eyes widened, his voice barely rising above a stunned gasp.

"The hell?!"

Before Chris could react, Sky was beside them, shoving him away from Collins. Chris’s anger flared, ready to snap back, but then everything shifted. In an instant, Sky had Collins by the throat, his grip tight as he sneered at him.

Collins’s wide eyes were full of panic as he struggled against Sky’s hold. "I’m your best friend! You just saw him hit !" he yelled, his hands clawing at Sky’s wrist.

Sky didn’t flinch. "And I’ll hit you again too if you ever lay a hand on him." His voice was a dark promise, and he shoved Collins hard enough to send him stumbling back. "Get out."

Chris’s pulse pounded in his ears, the words echoing in his mind. Hit him again. First of all, had he been the one to do that to Collins?

Secondly, had Sky really said that? Did Sky just defend him like that? His head was spinning, trying to process everything. He was so caught up in the rush of emotions that he barely heard Collins’s final words.

"I can’t believe you’re doing this," Collins said, his voice dripping with disbelief and hurt.

Sky stood tall, his eyes cold, but the hint of sothing dangerous lingered there. "I won’t be nice the next ti I repeat myself," he warned, his voice low and unwavering.

Collins glared at Sky for a long mont, then turned his gaze to Chris. It lingered there for a heartbeat, and in that brief exchange, Chris could feel the weight of Collins’s hatred, simring just below the surface.

With a final sneer, Collins muttered, "I hate you," before he stord out, slamming the door behind him.

The silence that followed felt heavy. Sky was still breathing heavily, running a hand through his hair, his entire body radiating tension.

His eyes flickered to Chris, landing on the cut on his lip, and for a mont, there was a hesitation in his movents. "What... what happened?" He asked quietly. He sounded nothing like how he had sounded a minute ago.

Sky looked like he was about to reach out to touch Chris’s face, but instead, he dropped his hand, his fingers curling into a fist at his side.

Chris didn’t care about the pain or the blood from the cut. His mind wasn’t even on the situation anymore. His focus was entirely on Sky—on the way Sky had defended him, the fierce protectiveness in his actions. He hadn’t seen this side of Sky before, not like this. There was sothing in the air, sothing raw and primal that made Chris’s chest tighten. The aura around Sky was just so...

"Chris—"

Before Sky could speak, Chris tugged him closer, his hand sliding to the nape of Sky’s neck as he kissed him fiercely.