Vincent trailed wet, hot kisses down Ethan's neck. His swollen lips parted in a gasp as Ethan buried his hands in his hair and tugged, driving him over the edge.

Desperate for contact, Ethan's hips rose on their own accord, rubbing against the other boy's crotch. Ethan smirked when a low moan rumbled from Vincent's throat, grinding harder into him.

Ethan was so uncomfortably hard, the heat biting at his skin until he thought he'd combust on the spot. He couldn't get enough of the boy, locking his hands behind his neck and pushing Vincent's face deeper into his neck.

"Ethan," Vincent called out. The boy didn't reply, settling for thrusting his hips upwards again.

"Ethan, come on," he called out again.

"What?" he hummed breathlessly, reaching over to grab Vincent's firm ass.

"It's time to get up, Ethan," Vincent grabbed his shoulder, shaking him.

Ethan's eyes popped open, sitting up abruptly. Bewildered, he looked around, frantically trying to take in his surroundings.

He almost screamed when he saw Vincent, staring back at him with concern. He pushed a tall glass of water towards Ethan, who took it eagerly.

"Are you okay? You look...scared," he said, hesitantly reaching out to touch him. He settled for placing his hand on Ethan's shoulder, the touch sending a shock up Vincent's arm.

"Yeah, it was just..." Ethan didn't want to say it was a bad dream, because it wasn't. Hell, it was one of the most realistic wet dreams he'd ever had, and the thought terrified him. What should've repulsed him, sent exiting thrills straight down to his dick, and he was hornier than he would've liked it admit.

Vincent cocked a brow, giving Ethan a suspicious look. Why was he acting so weird?

"How long have I been out?" he rasped, his voice husky and low, spurring Vincent on.

Had Ethan always been this sexy?

"About an hour. I went down to get some drinks, and when I came back, you were dozed off," Vincent shrugged, trying not to look at the boy sprawled on his sheets. The sight of him—cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair ruffled, and eyes dazed—was so inviting, that Vincent felt as though he'd lose it.

"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked, running a hand through his hair as he shifted uncomfortably. He'd be damned if Vincent noticed the huge bulge in his pants.

"You looked like you needed the nap," Vincent elaborated. "Don't worry, though. I looked up most of the information we need. Is it okay if you finish the rest?"

"Yeah, no problem," Ethan agreed. It was the least he could do. He couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep and let poor little Vincent do all the work.

Vincent perked up, pushing the laptop towards Ethan, who strategically placed it on his lap.

"There," Vincent said, handing him a sheet. "I circled the questions you need to work on. I'll help if you need me to."

Ethan scanned the paper with his eyes, feeling guilty as he realized he only had two out of ten subtopics to look up. Vincent didn't look like a pushover, so Ethan didn't understand why he'd agreed to do it with seemingly no reluctance.

Nevertheless, Ethan found himself smiling softly at Vincent's thoughtfulness. He hadn't meant to take advantage of him, so he made a mental promise to take on the bigger load when it came to the audiovisuals.

Ethan almost laughed at the irony. Not too long ago, he'd gotten into trouble because he'd wanted to take advantage of his partner. He found it weird, actually, that his own laziness was what'd brought him here in the first place.

After a while of clicking the mouse, Ethan spoke up, "Wait...What the hell is that word?"

Vincent, who'd been scrolling on his phone, tossed it aside, and crawled next to Ethan. He leaned forward, squinting his eyes as he got closer to the monitor.

Vincent chuckled, the sound vibrating through Ethan's shoulder, sending a dizzying thrill up to his head. He was pretty sure Vincent had mumbled something, but he hadn't heard him. He couldn't.

All he could focus on was how close Vincent was. Too close. Close enough that Ethan could see the tiny freckles on the side of his face. Close enough that his shoulder was lightly brushing Ethan's chest. Close enough that Ethan could smell him. Minty aftershave and musk. He loved it. Nothing and no one else had ever smelled like that. So manly.

Ethan didn't know what came over him, all he knew was that the boy next to him was so intoxicating. He didn't really realize what he was doing, until his hand made contact with the top of Vincent's neck, holding him beneath the jaw.

Vincent had been in the middle of explaining something to Ethan, but his mouth snapped shut when he felt the touch. Ethan's hand was so warm. Vincent didn't move, afraid that if he did, Ethan would retract.

"Ethan," he began carefully. He had a feeling that the boy wasn't completely conscious of his actions. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him away. "What are you doing?"

Ethan let his thumb graze Vincent's cheek, drawing small circles on the skin. He watched in fascination as goosebumps rose on the surface. Vincent's eyes fluttered shut, basking in the tenderness he hadn't expected from the football player.

Using his unoccupied hand, Ethan shoved the laptop off and shifted even closer, so that his lips were hovering over Vincent's ear.

"I wanna try something," he whispered, making the other boy shiver. "Will you let me?"

This time, Vincent turned to look at him. At first, Ethan had been a little hesitant, but one look into Vincent's eyes made him throw all caution to the wind.

When Vincent shifted, Ethan's hand had dropped down to his collarbone, where he continued to rub teasing, torturous circles. Vincent nodded, teeth clawing at his bottom lip as he fought to bite back a gasp.

Ethan removed his hand, and Vincent almost whined, missing the warmth of it. Then, taking the both of them by surprise, Ethan leaned in, slowly, tentatively placing a kiss right at the base of Vincent's neck.

This time, Vincent did gasp, unable to hold back how amazing Ethan's lips felt on his sensitive skin. The noise only excited Ethan, edging him to keep going, brushing his lips against his neck as he worked his way up.

His teasing kisses became rougher each time, until he was practically biting at Vincent. The boy didn't mind, the pain only made it better, much more sensual. By now, every single nerve in his body was on edge, and the slightest graze of Ethan's fingers could make his eyes close and his head throw back.

Ethan trailed his tongue across the boy's jaw, sending a shock of heat straight to Vincent's crotch. Only then did he understand why people enjoyed sleeping with Ethan so much. They hadn't even kissed yet, and Vincent was already putty in his hands.

Before he allowed his lips to brush Vincent's, Ethan pulled away, only slightly. He looked down at Vincent, straight into his eyes which were as bright as he'd even seen him. The underlying confusion and disappointment were completely overthrown by the lust shining so clearly within them.

That was all it took for Ethan to lunge at the boy, grabbing him by the back of the neck and mashing their mouths together. Ethan immediately felt a rush of foreign pleasure run through his body, collecting in his groin.

Nothing in the world had ever felt like this, and he wanted to keep going, wanted to explore this whole new world of absolute euphoria that he'd been cruelly deprived of. He wanted to see how far he could take it.

He let his tongue brush against Vincent's bottom lip, who opened his mouth and eagerly took it in. They fought for dominance, the two hormonal males refusing to let out.

They pulled apart, both struggling to catch their breath. Ethan took advantage of the time, gripping Vincent's thighs and lifting him up so that he was straddling Ethan.

Ethan took in the panting, flustered boy on top of him, and he realized he could get used to the sight. At that very moment, he didn't care how wrong that'd sounded. All he cared about was Vincent, who was now leaning forward and capturing Ethan's lips again.

   The boy gladly rejoiced in the heat, hands wandering all over Vincent's body. When Vincent stubbornly refused to let Ethan's tongue ravish him, Ethan groped him, his ass tighter than Ethan had dreamed of—literally.

   Vincent yelped, secretly loving the way Ethan shoved his tongue down his throat. Nothing about the kiss was shy or gentle. A blind man could see the sexual tension that'd been budding between the two for a while, and now that they had the chance to release it, they weren't exactly holding back. The two boys were biting, nibbling, sucking, like beasts that'd been riled up and then set free.

   Ethan slid his hands up the hem of Vincent's shirt, feeling the slightly defined abdomen beneath it. His fingers traced the skin, dipping lower and lower, until they made contact with the waistband of the boy's boxers.

   Then the front door slammed shut.