chapter 34

Isaac POV:

If it was up to me, I would not have chosen to be in a small, smelly sports cupboard room on a Friday after school with not long till Christmas break, yet here I was.

"So what are you doing after this?"

Oh yeah, and did I mention that Zavier was here too?

It was Coach's order for the "captains" to clear the place up.

"Saff and I were going to go to that Christmas fair but then I had to cancel because of this." Zavier answered his own question.

I gave him a blank stare, so tempted to say when did I ask, but I bit down on my tongue and stayed quiet.

"How about you, any lucky ladies?" He had a smile on that didn't seem too genuine but I shrugged, noticing him look relieved. "Tough luck." But he didn't even look sad, more pleased.

"You're not busy after this, are you?" He questioned, accidentally allowing a bunch of basketballs to fall down, the sound of their bouncing deafening.

I shook my head slightly, unsure if I would be digging myself a hole.

"Great, neither, we should hang out." He spoke quickly, not giving me a chance to take in the words. "All my friends are busy." He added.

"But you said Sapphire-" I wanted to counter argue, but he didn't allow me to finish.

"I can't wait till Christmas break- ooh look what I found, think fast."

I didn't have time to register what he had said until I saw a tennis ball flying at my face but as I tried to swerve to avoid it, I hit a metal pole, causing all the dodgeballs I had been arranging to come toppling out.

I stumbled backwards, trying to figure out where Zavier was as my vision kept forming duplicates of the dodgeballs. Zavier didn't even have an apologetic look, he was laughing.

Actually laughing.

I stormed to him, grabbing him roughly by his shirt and shoved him against the wall, still trying to concentrate on his face.

"Look at what you did you fucking idiot." I pointed to the dodgeballs that lay on the ground after all my hard work.

"You can always just do it again." He nonchalantly responded, causing my anger to increase.

"Again? You're kidding right?" I slightly leaned in, searching for any sign that he was joking, but there was none. "It's not about doing it again, it's the fact that it was your fault this happened."

I don't think he even cared enough to understand, his eyes darting everywhere except my face. "You're not even looking at me."

"Stop holding onto my shirt, then I'll look at you."

I hesitated for a second, but then let go and moved away from him.

"I didn't mean to, it was an accident." He half apologised, but that was probably the closest I would get to a 'Sorry' .

"Yeah."

"Oh come on, are you mad at me because of that now?" I could hear the teasing tone in his voice but I ignored it and shook my head, picking up the dodgeballs from the ground.

I heard him come from behind me, and before I could stand up, his arms wrapped around me, his head snuggling into my neck. "Sowy Isaac my baby."

I tried to suppress my grin, mumbling a small, "Get off of me." But he held on tighter, his warm breath tickling my neck as I felt my breathing quicken.

I was liking this too much.

I couldn't focus on the words tumbling out of his mouth because of his lips brushing on my neck with every word he spoke. "Okay, okay." I gently shook him off of me to avoid my face resembling one of a tomato.

"Are you blushing?"

So much for that working.

"No." I quickly turned around, discreetly placing one hand on my warm cheek confirming that I really was.

He had a girlfriend, I reminded myself, and why would I want to be with him of all people?

"Hurry up so we can leave." He cut my thoughts short as I faced my head to the ground, deliberately avoiding his eyes to prevent any vulgar thoughts running freely in my mind.

So transfixed in my thoughts, I didn't realise Zavier sitting down lazily in the corner but when I did, I was not happy. "Why the fuck are you sitting down?" I grabbed his phone out of his hand and pulled him up by the arm.

"I've done my side, I'm waiting for you." He held out his hand, gesturing for his phone back but me being the nosey person I was, I sneaked a peek at the phone, seeing the name 'saff my #1🧞‍♀️' at the top.

Of course, Sapphire. I handed his phone back to him and silently organised my side of the storage cupboard. When I finally finished, we walked out of the school and went to part our separate ways when Zavier spoke.

"Mine or yours?"

I stared at him dumbfounded, trying to understand what the hell he was on about. He sighed, seeing my reaction and elaborated further, "Should we go to mine or yours?" He repeated very slowly, like I was a 5 year old.

"Wait, you were serious?"

"Yes, now mine or yours? Actually, we should go to yours, I think Fran's having some friends round today. I'll see you there, yeah?" He put up a thumbs up and half jogged off, not waiting for an answer.

Perfect then. Zavier was coming to my house. I got into my car and drove off, listening to a random song on the radio.

Pulling up to my house, I saw Zavier was already there, leaning against the side of his car.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"You're just slow." He leaned away from the car, standing next to me as I opened the front door.

"Why are you even here?" I questioned suspiciously, putting my key back in my pocket.

"Because we're friends Isaac, aren't we?" He smiled then walked in, but there was something in his smile that made me worry a bit, as if I had done something wrong to cause us to be friends. Ignoring that feeling, I followed after him.

"Very clean as usual." He commented, making himself comfortable on my couch and tapping the space next to him.

I cautiously followed him whilst I felt like a stranger in my own house, watching him turn on my TV. "Let's play Just Dance." He smiled, switching on the PS4 and automatically knowing where to press to find the game.

"How did you know I have Just Dance?" I quizzed him before standing up to grab the controllers.

"We used to play it all the time, can't you remember?" He reminded me, jogging my memory a bit. "Or maybe you can't since I always used to win." He boasted with a smirk on his face.

"I can definitely beat you." I challenged, rolling up my sleeves and standing up.

He mirrored my actions, also standing up, "We'll see about that."

And nearly 2 hours later, we did see about it.

"HA! I told you I could beat you." I smiled gleefully, resisting the urge to jump up and down.

"No no, 1 more game, let's play one more game and whoever wins is the best... unless you're too scared I'll beat you." He basically begged, so unaccepting of the fact that it was clear he was a loser.

I thought over it for a moment then shrugged, "Pfft, whatever, let's do it." I gripped onto my controller tighter, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen.

And once again, it was obvious that I was winning, so maybe that's why Zavier decided to try to stupidly sabotage the game by sticking his foot out, forcing me to try and balance. However, I was somehow able to stay standing, but I'd lost a lot of points, resulting in Zavier being in the lead.

If I wasn't so concentrated on the game, I would be glaring Zavier down into his grave, but I couldn't so instead, I purposefully stepped on his foot, making him lose his footing. I was about to smile victoriously when I felt my arm being pulled in Zavier's direction which seemed to be heading towards the ground.

Oh fuck.

We both went stumbling down, mine being unfortunate since if Zavier hadn't irritatingly grabbed onto my arm, I would've beaten him by a lot.

Although luckily for me, Zavier had taken the weight of the fall whilst I had landed on top. I lifted myself slightly off of him, basically straddling him but before I could dwell on that, my frustration came surging back as I lightly slapped his cheek, "I was about to fucking win before you dragged me down."

His raised eyebrows furrowed staring at me, "You deliberately stepped on my foot."

"Yeah, because you stuck out your foot first because you knew I was winning." I pointed out.

"Not true." He weakly argued.

"Very true." I retorted back, unconsciously leaning closer to him.

"I think you're just a sore loser." He cheekily grinned.

"Me? You have got to be joking. I won fair and square in all the other dances and I would've won this one if you hadn't have tripped me up."

"Sounds like something a sore loser would say." His eyes challenged me, urging me to say something else and I would've, past Isaac definitely would've, but there was something about his eyes that trapped me from moving my mouth. Though we were half arguing, his eyes were still showing kindness, and the colour, God, I had only recently been able to truly appreciate how enthralling they were, the tiny specks of amber floating around his green eyes.

I noticed his gaze go down below my eyes before returning back to them, seeming more dilated. I hadn't realised how close my face had gotten to him, we were so close to our lips meeting again.

But then the shrilling sound of a phone ringing caused us to separate instantly. I rapidly rushed off of him, turning away as he grabbed his phone.

Even more guilt set in when I heard him say the name Saff. How could I forget he had a girlfriend? What was more worrying was that if there had been no phone call, I don't think I would've stopped whatever was going to happen, and that was not good at all.

I wondered what Zavier was thinking, he hadn't exactly made any effort to stop it. I turned back around, catching Zavier's eye who quickly looked away in what seemed like shame.

"Yeah, love you." Zavier ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket.

I stood there nervously, wondering what the right thing to say after this would be, but Zavier filled the silence. "We should make this a weekly thing."

"Huh?" Those were the last words I had expected to be spoken.

"Every Friday, us two, your house or mine, it doesn't matter too much." He explained calmly, seeming unaffected by whatever moment we had gone through before.

"Oh." Was the easiest word to describe my confusion. "Why?"

"Because we're friends you dumbass." He walked towards me and pulled me closer, ruffling my hair annoyingly.

"Don't touch my hair." I warned but he only grinned then let go. "But why us?"

He sat down on my couch and I sat next to him, waiting for an answer.

His hand somehow found its way to my leg and rested there, creating tingles in the area he was touching. "Because Friday's are now officially Isaac and Zavier's day."

I was going to question him again but then I felt his hand move up my leg slightly, rubbing it softly. I fought back the urge to shiver and tried to look completely unaffected like Zavier was acting right now.

"You okay?" He asked, but he had a smile that was teasing me, definitely aware of what he was doing to me.

I nodded as firmly as I could and bit my lip, feeling his hand travel further up.

When his hand was centimetres away from my dick, I couldn't take it anymore and abruptly stood up, "I'm going to the toilet." I quickly turned and walked away, unwilling to see the smirk that would lie on Zavier's face.

But I wondered how the fuck I had gotten a boner from only Zavier's hand on my thigh.

I had to control myself more so I chanted 'He has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend' in my head as I walked back into the room.

"You took a while, were you jerking off or something?" Zavier joked, sitting back up from his lying down position.

I flipped him off but muttered to myself, "Yeah, I bet you'd love to know."

I don't know if he heard me because I saw a small smile grow on face but as quickly as it came, it left.

"Sapphire was asking about you, she hopes you're okay."

"Why wouldn't I be?" I defensively shot back, changing the TV from Just Dance to actual TV shows.

"She was just asking. Why are you always so rude to her?"

"I'm not." Yes I was.

"You are." Here we go again, I thought, but who was I to be mature and be the bigger person by staying quiet?

"I'm not."

He shuffled closer to me, "Just admit it, you're mean to her for no reason."

"That's not true." I kept my eyes on the screen, feeling triumphant at the fact he was silent now.

Until I heard the sound of his phone calling someone and looked to see him facetiming 'saff my #1🧞‍♀️'. On his face, there was a smirk as Sapphire answered, showing off a huge smile at the sight of him.

"Hey baby, how are you?" He spoke in this annoying voice, making me want to just punch him. I was so caught up in my bubble of rage that I didn't hear him say my name until he turned the camera towards me. "And Isaac's here, frowning as usual."

"Hi Isaac." She waved, giggling at Zavier's remark.

"Yeah, whatever, I'm gonna get some water." I pushed the phone out of my face and stood up, walking away from Zavier into the kitchen.

The water helped cool my body but not my thoughts that were still running wild, all of them about Zavier.

Suddenly feeling a hand on my back, my heart beat increased rapidly before realising it would just be Zavier, allowing me to relax.

Well, relax as much as I could with Zavier around.

"What do you want? If it's anything to do with Sapphire, I'm not doing it." I sighed, taking another sip of my water.

"Your jealousy's cute."

The water that had been previously in my mouth exited at Zavier's words. "I'm not jealous... what?" I turned, not expecting Zavier to be so close, wanting to move away a bit but realising that I was leaning against the counter.

"It's clear, crystal clear. If you like me, just say." He shrugged, something seeming like a glimmer of hope in his eyes that left on seeing me shake my head.

"No, definitely not." I denied firmly. I desperately wanted to move away from this conversation but Zavier's body was too close to mine. "Move away now please."

"What? Don't you like it when we're this close together?" Zavier purposefully rested his hand on my chin, using his thumb to rub my cheek slowly.

"N-no." I stuttered, embarrassment taking over at how dumb I sounded. "Stop laughing." I muttered as Zavier chuckled even more. "What's so funny then?"

"You. How flustered you get when I'm near."

"That is so not tr- uh okay, back up a bit please." I gripped tightly onto the counter behind me as Zavier did the opposite to what I wanted, purposefully grinding his lower half against mine. My words became jumbled together as I gritted my teeth, trying my hardest to repress any signs of pleasure showing.

He has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend, he has a girlfrien-

I couldn't help but let a sneaky groan slip out my mouth as I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling Zavier bring his lips to my ear, slightly brushing my cheek. "See what I was saying."

He then finally complied and moved away from me and walked out of the kitchen whilst I stood there trying to unscramble all my thoughts but all I could think was what the fuck?

"Isaac, you coming?" Zavier's voice rung out, making me nod before I realised he couldn't see me.

"Actually yeah in one second, just need to get something from my room." I lied, and instead headed to the toilet once again.

I stared in the mirror, poking my flushed cheeks then turned the tap on and splashed cold water against them. Did Zavier really take this all as a joke? He had seemed so collected and as I walked back into the room, he sat on the couch with a pillow on his lap, eyes focussed on the TV.

Even though I sat a 'safe' distance away from him, it was like there was tension sizzling in the air between us, urging us to move closer to each other. I went to pick up the pillow beside me until I remembered that Zavier had stolen it, and just unnecessarily placed it on his lap.

"Can I have my pillow back thanks?" I attempted to snatch it away but he firmly clung onto it, seeming worried. "You don't even need it." I scowled but he shrugged and kept it on his lap.

A silence ensued for a while until Zavier spoke again, "I'm having a party next week, you should come."

"I'll see."

What's the worst that could go wrong at a party? I thought ironically to myself.

***

Third Person POV:

Grabbing a drink, Isaac stood against the wall, watching the heated conversation between Sapphire and Zavier. Zavier seemed to be less concerned whilst Sapphire looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Zavier whispered something into her ear before she stormed off. He ran his hand through his hair and took a long sip out of his drink before turning his head, making an awkward eye contact between the two of them.

Quickly, Isaac turned away and moved to sit on the couch, feeling a bit safer from Zavier's stare.

"Here, have this." The girl next to Isaac offered a drink to him as a guy who he presumed she knew since they had smiled at each other, sat next to him.

Isaac took it cautiously, slightly shaking the cups contents, "What is it?"

"Drink and you'll find out." She smiled, biting her lip but seeing the hesitant look on Isaac's face, she grabbed the cup out of his hand and drank from it.

"It's not spiked, I promise." Her friend nodded in agreement, placing his hand on Isaac's knee.

Isaac awkwardly shook him off and took the drink back, drinking a bit of it and tasting a sweetness before the bitter after taste kicked in, making him want to take another sip to snatch that sweetness again.

The drink finished quick; it wasn't that strong, but it was able to give Isaac a confidence boost.

Somehow, the guy's hand had found its way to Isaac's leg again, now much higher up, but this time he didn't fight it. The girl's lips met his as they engaged in a very fiery kiss, Isaac's hands going to her waist.

But Isaac never got the chance to find out what may or may not have happened as he felt his arm pulled up and looked to see a fuming Zavier, pulling Isaac with him to God knows where.

Away from the weird polyamorous couple, Isaac retracted his arm back from Zavier's arm and crossed his arms. "What is- was- Why?"

"You were going to have a bloody threesome on my couch." Zavier snapped, grabbing Isaac's hand more gently this time and leading Isaac into his room, shutting the door after.

There, he pushed a stumbling Isaac backwards until the only solid place he could lie against was the bed. If it weren't for his anger, this would've been hot, Isaac thought.

"Why did you attack me? I think the people I were with will be waiting." Isaac tried to get up but Zavier equally pushed him back down.

"So you're gay?" His brows furrowed, as if he was trying to figure Isaac out.

Isaac smiled but shook him head, "No way, I like both." He admitted casually but Zavier seemed surprised. Isaac didn't know why though.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Isaac rolled his eyes, was he that stupid? "Because I was still figuring out my feelings." He booped Zavier's nose, causing his face to scrunch up as Isaac laughed.

"Feelings? Feelings for who?"

"For you of course."

Isaac presumed he had said something wrong because Zavier's jaw basically dropped to the floor as he stood up off of Isaac, pacing the room. "Are you drunk? I swear you didn't drink anything." Though aimed at Isaac, he talked to himself before looking up and coming to sit next to Isaac. "This isn't a funny joke."

"It's not a joke, my jokes are really funny so if I was joking, you would be laughing, or maybe that annoying girlfriend of yours who laughs at everything would appreciate my jokes." Isaac felt bitter thinking of Sapphire and Zavier.

"We broke up." Zavier whispered softly. "Today."

"How very sad." But Isaac wasn't sad at all.

"Yeah, I guess we weren't meant to be."

"But we are." Isaac caught him by surprise by putting his hand on Zavier's chest and pushing him against the bed rest. He left no time for Zavier to react, placing his lips on Zavier's neck and leaving slow, sensual kisses.

Zavier instinctively tilted his head, allowing more action for Isaac making him smirk, but he still wasn't completely into it yet. "We can't do this, we're both drunk and you'll regret this tomorrow."

Isaac stopped kissing him and smiled at him, "Well then let's enjoy tonight." He then connected their lips together in a hungry kiss. Isaac didn't waste time to pull off Zavier's shit and make his way downwards, feeling encouraged by his moans.

Isaac's hand trembled a bit as he unzipped Zavier's jeans, this being his first time of course. Zavier could sense Isaac's hesitance and tried to reassure him, "It's okay if you don't want to do it."

But Isaac shook his head and persevered on, now cupping Zavier's dick in his hand. He slowly moved his hand up then down, seeing Zavier shut his eyes with his lips slightly parted.

Motivated by Zavier's reaction, he wrapped his mouth around Zavier's dick causing Zavier to shiver, feeling Isaac's tongue swirl around the head of it before sucking it back into his mouth. His head moved up and down slowly as Zavier weaved his fingers through Isaac's hair, pumping his dick at the same rhythm as Isaac's sucking.

The only sounds in the room were Zavier's breathless pants, letting his head lean back against the bed rest as he felt Isaac's tongue licking the length of his dick.

For someone who hadn't given a blowjob before, he sure knew how to do it well.

"Oh, fuck yes..." Zavier was unable to hold back the moans anymore as Isaac sucked faster allowing him to fuck Isaac's mouth harder.

The taste of saliva and precum mixed together in Isaac's mouth who could feel Zavier's release coming soon as Zavier started to thrust his dick into Isaac's mouth more forcefully. Isaac almost choked but managed to keep his mouth open, hearing Zavier's encouraging grunts.

"Oh fuck, fucking swallow it all."

And he did. He let Zavier shoot his bursts of cum, feeling the warmth trickle down the back of his throat and some getting onto his chin. Zavier felt like he was seeing stars, shuddering as he made sure every drop of his cum made it to Isaac's mouth.

But the action didn't stop there, Zavier was now completely immersed in a bubble of pleasure, unwilling to stop now. He ripped off Isaac's top as their lips met again for another tongue fighting war whilst in the next second, he was pulling off Isaac's jeans to prevent any kind of obstacle not allowing them to get as close as they could.

Isaac responded back positively, taking off his own boxers and pulling off Zavier's shirt, causing their lips to split for a second before meeting again. Now they were both naked yet they didn't dwell on that.

Zavier pulled away, looking into Isaac's dilated eyes, "Who's doing who?" He breathed out.

"You. Fuck. Me." Isaac ordered, "We'll switch next time." He whispered, getting a small smile from Zavier.

Zavier then leaned over to his drawer, pulling out a condom and some lube from it.

"Whore." Isaac teased, seeing the amount of condoms he just kept locked away.

"A whore that's about to fuck you hard." Zavier simply responded back causing Isaac to involuntarily shiver.

"I don't think I have enough lube." Zavier frowned as he slid on the condom smoothly.

Isaac in his impatience rolled his eyes at Zavier before turning back around. "I don't fucking care, just slide it in gently."

Without enough lubricant being applied, Zavier slowly tried to bury his dick into Isaac's ass, receiving a few grunts of discomfort from Isaac who tried his best to concentrate on the pleasure, not pain.

It was hard though, excusing the irony, but even with lubricant, Isaac had to tell Zavier to 'slow the fuck down' and 'stop, fucking stop' many times.

"Can I move again?" Zavier sighed. Half of his dick was now inside Isaac's ass but Isaac had requested a 'dick break' making it even more difficult for Zavier who knew how close, but far he was to actually being able to fuck Isaac.

"Don't get mad at me when your dick is stretching my ass apart." Isaac winced as at that moment Zavier accidentally moved again, sliding in more of his dick.

"I'm gonna move slow, I promise."

Isaac hesitated before nodding. It would feel better soon, he tried to tell himself.

And it did. Just maybe not as soon as he'd hoped.

His ass still felt like it was on fire, but the initial pain had begun to subside for him, and he was able to slightly enjoy the slow thrusts Zavier was doing better now.

"Okay, fuck, don't move." Isaac panted out, feeling Zavier's dick fully in his ass. This was torture for Zavier who wanted to do nothing more than to move but he stayed still, waiting for Isaac's instruction. "You can move."

Immediately, Zavier thrust in roughly, sending a great shoot of pain up Isaac's ass. "FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN YOU COULD MOVE THA-" Isaac was shouting but Zavier slapped his hand over Isaac's mouth.

"The whole world doesn't need to know that you can't take a bit of pain."

Isaac scowled at him, flipping him off before taking Zavier's hand away from his mouth. "We'll see who's the baby when you get a whole dick up your ass with little preparation."

Zavier started to slowly fuck Isaac, hoping Isaac's anger would distract him. "Why, you want me to finger you?"

Isaac's fists clenched, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full whilst also trying to ignore Zavier's words but he just couldn't help snapping back. "No, you'd probably try and fit your whole fist in and say it's fingering."

"None of the girls used to complain."

"Don't bring up-" Isaac was in the middle of saying when he felt Zavier brush past a spot that felt so good; his prostate. His sentence cut off by his moan.

"Huh? What were you saying?" Zavier put a hand to his ear but Isaac didn't say anything more, only flipping him off again. "Hm, that's what I thought."

"I'm...going...to...kill...you...aft-" Isaac struggled to say as Zavier intentionally began to pound roughly into him causing him to grip onto sheets with all his strength.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

"I will... still kill you." Isaac panted out but Zavier ignored him, feeling Isaac's body start to relax more.

As Isaac got into it more, so did Zavier slamming into Isaac with more force, intentionally going all the way in before slowly sliding out. Isaac had never felt anything like this before and was a moaning mess with every thrust.

"I want you to say my name." Zavier spoke between the pants.

Isaac didn't respond back, so lost in his fantasy until Zavier grabbed his chin roughly, leaning down to reach his ear level. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Mmhmm... Zavier." Isaac moaned out. Zavier felt like he could've cum alone just from hearing the way his name sounded in Isaac's mouth.

"Say it again."

Isaac moaned Zavier's name again along with a mixture of curse words. Zavier gave all he could with his last thrusts, pounding hard into Isaac before having that warm feeling pooling in him.

Zavier wasn't going to deny that he hadn't had sex an endless amount of times with many different... interesting people but with Isaac it was so much more. It had never felt this good or right. As he came, he was engulfed in this bubble of pleasure that he never wanted to end.

He still carried on slowly pumping into Isaac until Isaac came to his own release as they both collapsed into each other.

"I should go shower... but I can't be bothered to get up." Isaac rolled over to face the other way from Zavier.

"Isaac... I wasn't too rough on you was I?" Zavier let his concern slightly peek out.

"No." Isaac bluntly answered back, his voice now sounding a bit raspy. "Let's leave the talking to the morning please."

"I don't know if that's the best idea..." Zavier started to say but Isaac had already signed off from the conversation, somehow so quickly asleep. "Fine then." This would be a very interesting talk for their sober selves in the morning.

***

Isaac POV:

As soon as my eyes began to open, I could feel several things were wrong.

Number 1, I could feel myself pressing into someone from behind.

Number 2, the light pounding in my head wasn't getting better and my memories were still a bit fuzzy.

Number 3, I was naked.

"Oh fuck." I was fucking naked. I tried to get out of bed but the person behind me pulled me back in, still seemingly unawake.

Maybe it was the guy from the polyamorous couple, I hoped, but when I looked down at the hands, my panic increased by a lot worse. This time, I shoved the hands off of me and jumped out of the bed, searching for any signs of clothing.

That's when I felt the stinging pain in my ass.

This couldn't be happening. I couldn't have done that. Why would I have...? The thoughts trailed off in my head as my memories started to resurface.

I admitted my 'feelings' to Zavier, then proceeded to kiss him first and suck him off and swallow then told him to fuck me, hinting there'd be a next time.

All in one night.

I wanted to shoot myself for being such a horny fucking idiot. My boxers and jeans were fine to put back on but my top was ripped, proving no worth anymore.

I didn't even know what to do; whether to run away and face the awkwardness another day or wait for Zavier to wake up so we could talk.

Before I could make a decision myself, Zavier's eyes began to slowly open, solving the decision dilemma.

He looked confused, wiping his eyes a few times, "Why are you in my r-... Oh fuck." His eyes widened, probably remembering what happened when the corner of his mouth raised slightly. "Are you limping?"

"Shut up." I scowled because I was, but saying that to him would just further add to my embarrassment. He patted the space next to him, gesturing for me to come closer.

I didn't really want to move next to him for two reasons; 1- he would see my limp and 2- being close together again was probably the last thing we needed right now but when he waited silently, I just obliged and walked, or what I hoped was convincing walking, over and sat on the floor, leaning over the bed.

"So you are limping." He smirked, getting a middle finger back in response from me.

I paused for a bit when it sunk in even more as I stared at Zavier, "We had sex. Oh my God. Fuck, I- Oh God."

"You finished?" Zavier spoke way too casually as if we were talking about being caught copying each other's homework, not us having fucking sex.

"How are you so calm?"

"Well I fucked you-"

"Oh god." I buried my face in my hands. "Please don't say it like that."

"But it's true."

"This'll never happen again. We were just... er-" I lifted my head, trying to think of any excuse that could be used for this situation but there were none. "Caught up in the chaos." I settled for instead, cringing at how bad it sounded.

"You were the one who offered to do all this."

"I was fucking drunk." I reminded him, though even I knew this wasn't a valid excuse because I could still remember everything crystal clear, the alcohol just gave me a confidence boost, that was it.

"Not drunk enough to still remember and anyways, drunk words are sober thoughts." He had a smug smile on saying the last words, as if he had somehow 'figured me out'.

"Well I don't think about being fucked up the ass or making out with you." I hit back, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Now you're getting defensive because you know it's true."

I don't know if he was, or why he was, deliberately trying to work me up but it was working. "You could've said no."

"I did at first-"

I suddenly grew worried, "Wait, I didn't force you, did I?"

"No, no, you didn't. I wanted to-"

"You wanted to have sex with me?" I interrupted again, getting a glare from him. "Jesus, sorry then, carry on."

"Well when you said you liked me, I thought it was some kind of prank or that you were so far gone that you didn't understand a word of what you were saying but you seemed really genuine surprisingly. And I was going to stop you but as soon as your lips touched mine, I was a goner."

"You should be a poet." I suggested, only paying attention to his last sentence.

"You are frustrating." He got out of the bed, making me turn my head quickly away from him before taking a peek back to see he was just putting on his pants before laying back on the bed again.

"Fine then, don't be a poet." Some people were picky I guess.

Zavier stayed quiet but carried on looking at me, having a sort of dreamy look in his eyes that was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

"Please stop looking at me like that." I stood up and went to his drawers.

"Like what?"

"Like the way you were before." I searched through his drawers, looking for a suitable enough shirt to wear.

"What are you doing?" I heard his footsteps come towards me from behind.

"What do you think? Looking for a top." I picked a random one and put it on, shutting the drawer afterwards but before I could turn around, I felt Zavier's hand slip under the shirt, lightly touching my back.

"Why don't you just admit it?" He whispered into the crook of my neck as I tilted my head giving him more room.

"Admit what?" I choked out, feeling his body against mine once again.

"Your feelings. You did it once drunk, now do it sober." His hands on my body left tingles everywhere they touched and I was starting to feel hot, wondering why I'd even bothered to put on a shirt in the first place.

My mouth opened but no words came out. His hand slid further down, unzipping my jeans and heading down there, giving my dick a squeeze. "Admit it Isaac."

"Why, so you can glower in my unrequited feelings?"

"Who says they're unrequited?" He questioned before grabbing my hips and swivelling me so I now faced him.

We shouldn't do this, I should've said, this won't end well, could've been another thing I said, but I didn't.

Zavier had just admitted that he liked me; all radical thinking had already flown out of the window by now.

Who was I kidding? One more time wouldn't hurt, just to make it even, I reasoned with myself before our lips finally connected in what wouldn't be the last of that day.

A/N: 29/01/20 i think this is the longest chapter i've ever done and it even contains a sneaky sexy scene ooo hahaha . hope u enjoyed anyways :) also, morning breath who?