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He’s there again, but is he watching?
Law feints the ball right, then left, Apoo eating dirt after a twist of feet and it only takes two passes between him and Penguin before the ball hits the net and those that’s been watching holler and clap. Someone’s gum pops loudly amidst the noise.
Law wipes at his face with the hem of his shirt, a subtle glance tossed over towards the benches. Kid looks positively bored, the bastard. His lips twitch in amusement. That friend of his, the blonde one, he must’ve dragged Kid into this.
It’s after school and the yard is packed in dust and dirt, students lazing about under shifting trees and shady arches. That blonde, the one with the foreign name that sounded suspiciously like Killer, he’s staring at Penguin like he always does.
Law knows they suck face behind the gym sometimes, but he won’t fluster the boy just yet over it. Penguin was usually a fuck it and ditch it kinda guy.
But Kid, well, Kid’s a freshman, a newbie, and so Law keeps his distance. He drops his shirt just as Shachi comes up from behind and grabs his pecs like they’re breasts.
“Fancy footwork there, ya loser. So when you going pro, huh?”
The goalie continues to make obscene motions and usually Law would just laugh it off, usually most just laugh it off, but Kid is suddenly watching him then, chin propped on his hand in a way that hinted he was still terribly bored.
“Shachi,” Law swats at him, “I know you love me and all but you should at least treat me like a man, and let me tell you, you’re not going to get any man off that way.”
Shachi snorts but pries himself away. "Oh, I know a lot about getting a man off."
It’s an all boy’s school by the sea in a little town just outside of nowhere. It’s not necessarily elite, but junkyard kids don’t exactly get sent here either. It’s just a place, a place that you have to test into and that means that Kid’s got some ounce of intelligence to him.
But he’s of a different breed, certainly. While Law will be prepping for college exams soon, Kid’s just getting himself wet behind the ears. He’s in those freshman classes on the other end of building, the ones where Doffy terrorizes the kids with science and Smoker beats them with rubber balls (though Law wanders by Kid’s homeroom sometimes, sometimes he dips in to hackle Bepo as an excuse to make an appearance).
Kid’s near the same age as darling Bepo. But Law doesn’t look at Bepo like he does Kid.
Law doesn’t want to lay Bepo down and fuck him real good. No, he certainly does not.
“C’mon,” Penguin’s tugging at him.
So Law shifts.
They sneak out past curfew later and grab some pizza, the shop owner giving them pointed looks that die down once they fish out some crumpled bills that buy his silence.
“Penguin,” Law mumbles though the cheese and onion, “what’s so important behind me that you can’t look away?”
Penguin snaps to and shoves his dripping, greasy slice into his mouth, gagging a little. “S’nothin.”
“It’s that Killer guy,” Shachi leans over to whisper, and Law wonders if he just knows by instinct. “He’s with a girl from town. Just to the right.”
So Law feigns some stretching, hands gripping the back of his chair to get a gander. There he is, smiling down at a raven beauty with one of those classy marks beneath her eye. She’s the pinup kinda girl that shouldn’t be in a small town, the kind that’ll get big someday with their country innocence.
“Law, just, turn around, don’t stare,” Penguin’s grumbling, muffled by the food he was now inhaling.
Law listens to him out of pity. “Not gonna lie, I thought you two were—”
“We’re not,” Penguin snaps, “it’s just some fun, that’s all. He always comes out here on the weekends, him and Kid, the girls here love them, city boys and all that junk.”
He’s being spiteful, mentioning Eustass as he did, but Law doesn’t hold him to it because there’s a grimace of regret at the edges of his mouth and Shachi looks between them, clearly not getting it. “What’s up? What did I miss?”
“Forget it,” Penguin mumbles, before cracking a small smile. “Hey Shachi, looks like Bepo’s finally coming out of his adolescent hibernation. I imagine his libido is starving.”
They all turn then, and there’s Bepo just down the way, some girl looping her finger into his curly hair, a lipstick smile wide and glossy. “She looks like she wants to eat him,” Law comments dryly.
“No shit,” Shachi whistles, “that Bellamy’s wife. What is he doing with a married woman?”
Law furrows his brow. “He probably doesn’t know,” he hears Penguin say, “in all honesty, she probably approached him.”
“I’m going to go fetch him,” Law’s chair scrapes against the tiled floor, “wait here.”
Bellamy could be a good guy sometimes, but he was a real jerk when it came to his woman. And she was a real jerk when it came to her marriage. Law had been caught up in that once, a long time ago when he’d first been shipped here. He was lucky the blonde sailer had never been the wiser about it, or he’d probably be buried under some wet leaves in the forest.
“Bepo,” he calls out, “Bepo!”
The boy turns, caramel curls bouncing and that woman looks at him as if she’s trying to grasp onto a particularly slippery memory. “Come eat with us, we got too much.”
That woman runs her hands through Bepo’s hair again, smile slant now. She was a good two heads taller than the petite boy, and the scene was reminiscent in every way of something terribly wrong. “He’s more interested in eating something else.”
Law blanches, anger licking into his ears and cheeks. “We’re going out to eat?” Bepo asks, and she’s looking at him then, brow raised.
Law pushes past a few people and tugs at Bepo’s shoulder. “I’ll tell Bellamy.” He won’t. Bellamy must know what’s going on, but he’d only ever throttle the kids involved, never her.
“About us?” She asks with a smile. Ah, so she remembers now. He was probably number five out of five hundred.
“That was three years ago. You looked less like a prune then. You gotta prey on the ones that don’t know any better now? You went from budding men to cow-lick boys pretty fast.”
He’s starting to make her nervous, though no one’s paying them any real mind. This street was crowded in a sense that noise prevailed over most things, the karaoke bar just past the turn of the street echoing with the tortured souls of those that couldn’t carry a tune.
The street vendors that flanked the little eateries popped and sizzled, little cloth flaps shifting in the breeze. The bar just beside them was loud if only in the clanking of glass bottles and the flickering, buzzing neon lights, a low tremor of happy people rumbling.
“How’d you shimmy your way into that red thing,” comes an obnoxious voice. Law knows it, Law knows it very well, because before that girl had decided she liked pussy more than dick, he’d been playing around with her too.
Bonney bites happily into some glazed takoyaki, brow cocked at the woman. “I seen you in that two years ago when you were toying around with Drakey boy. After the twins dropped,” she nods at her breasts, “I was sure you’d slow down. I’m surprised you were able to tape them up.”
Law likes Bonney, he really does, he likes her even more now that they're not sucking face.
That woman smooths out her dress, preened to perfection in a matter of seconds. “You all can have a good night, fuck you very much.”
She’s still got nice curves, Law considers dully as she disappears between a throng of people.
"Didn't know you'd been up in that," Bonney gives him one of her little platonic kisses right dab on the mouth.
"I was up in a lot of things at that age," Law drags a hand across his face.
"Well," she smiles cheerily, "glad I could be part of that horny era. Though here you are acting like you’re old. It’s been nearly a year, hasn’t it Law, did I miss your seventeenth?”
Killer is watching him. He must recognize Law, must know he's friends with Penguin and that kinda sets something off for some reason. Kid stands by on his phone, the blue light bright on his face.
"You," Law nods at the blonde instead, "you gotta pick, cause this shit ain't healthy. You’re a sophomore so you don’t quiet get it yet, but you’re either with one person, or you’re with everybody. None of this maybe-I-am-maybe-I’m-not bullshit.”
He won't give him away just yet, just in case Kid is still oblivious. Weren't much wrong with sleeping with boys here, first years knew little of it, sophomores were beginning to understand, by the time you were a junior you've got that itch that just about anybody can scratch. There were the seaside girls, sure, but if your roomie is rolling around with some other guy you steal his headphones and hum along.
But this antsy stepping around each other nonsense, it wasn’t good for anybody. You either lazed about with whoever or you made yourself exclusive or, on the off chance that you’re particularly insane like Uruoge, you swear everybody off.
"Then tell that boy of yours to face commitment." It's Kid, it's fucking Kid, staring at his phone as he were, casually running his thumb along the screen.
What? Killer tells that girl of his to beat it and Bonney chomps down on another takoyaki ball, entirely invested in the conversation now.
"What do you mean," Law tries out, knowing that he's never had a reason to utter that name, "Eustass?"
Kid does glance at him then, that checkered cloth tied about his forehead in a rebellious manner, his school uniform loose and untucked. Gods Law doesn't know what to say to that look, to him, to any of this. Eustass hasn't even spoken yet and he feels the need to retort.
Kid grunts and Law rakes a disgruntled hand through his hair. "Your friend, he's staring at us."
Penguin is indeed staring, as is Shachi, arm draped over the back if his chair, bewildered. "You said something about commitment,” Law presses.
"Kid," Killer is growling and so Eustass shrugs it off. The blonde glares between them— or Law thinks he's glaring, was hard to tell— before finally vanishing inside the bar with a flourish of hair. They must know Blueno, to be allowed in there while still in uniform.
"Give me your number."
That startles Law a little. "What?"
"Just give it to me."
Oh Eustass, he smiles just a little, there’s a lot I would give you, but you probably wouldn't be so calm about it if I did.
He doesn't ask, doesn't question it. He just does it. And then he watches as that boy disappears into the bar too, three years Law's junior, a freshman that can't possibly understand yet the workings of their little private school by the beach.
He stares out beyond the building where the harsh curve of the world reveals the sea down below, the distant lighthouse searching those blue waters.
Eustass hasn't texted him yet, and he's absolutely helpless in a situation where his wit would usually pluck his courage up. He has no way to contact the younger. And so he stands there, outside class 2-A's homeroom. Bepo, his darling little Bepo, was in there, rocking his head to the music as he munched on a ham and cheese rye.
He'd asked Penguin what Killer had meant, about commitment and all that. They'd waited until Shachi had fallen asleep. They could trust him, they could, but they couldn't trust him to understand. No point in burdening someone who’d been with everyone.
Don't worry about it, Penguin had said. I'll do what I want, Law had responded.
Killer wants more than just us.
What could possibly be more than that? Penguin had answered quietly. He wants something after graduation too.
"Bepo," Law smiles, peeking into the room, "you wanna go to the roof?"
He knows the answer, expects it even as he steps one foot into that room. Bepo plucks a bud from his ear. "Nah, let's eat here Law!"
He loves that answer. And so he tugs on an empty chair. Bepo smiles. ”Penguin's not with you?"
Kid perks up at that, headphones in as well, pencil still tapping away at a book he's reading. He watches Bepo curiously, and Law wonders if he can really hear him. "He's out with a friend right now," Law winks. Bepo shrugs it off and offers Law his vanilla pudding just as he always does. The freshmen kids are polite enough towards Law, sometimes kindly throwing away his trash for him if he’s too preoccupied.
Except something changes today, something out of routine.
"Hey Kid," Bepo balances back on his seat, "you still want my chips? They're salt and vinegar."
Kid stops his pencil drumming, falling forward on his own precariously balanced chair with a smile. "Sure, but you still owe me a dollar and what, ten cents? How much were these?"
Bepo puffs out his cheeks but hands it over all the same.
"Shaking down the smaller kids, shame on you Eustass. Where's your sense of freshmen camaraderie,” Law can't help but say, knowing he should just enjoy the exchange quietly.
Except Eustass smirks a little. "But you're smaller too, Trafalgar, you saying I should shake you down instead?"
Little punk. Law would love to show him where size really matters.
That night Kid finally texts him. Law doesn't even need to ask who it is to know. He can hear the boy's voice as the words curl in his mind. Killer's a good friend. I don't like this back and forth that's going on.
He had his suspicions that Kid had wanted his contact for reasons unrelated to his sexual prowess. He's looking out for his friend, how cute.
Penguin's difficult, but Penguin likes him. So ease up. You know how many people use bed-warmers in this school?
Killer was older than Kid but they'd come here at the same time, one a newbie, the other a transfer. He might just have to educate him a bit earlier than most, explain what exactly a bed-warmer was. He'd figure it out by junior year anyways. It was like some sort of elitist club. The older you got, the more you were exposed to.
Few prayed on the young stalk, because no one wanted to teach a wet kid how to fuck.
I get it, benefits of having a bunch of horny guys bottled up in one institution. I've heard about you, you're some kind of favorite, that's why they all respect you so much. Even the freshmen get this weird little inkling that they should be nice to you.
So Eustass knew, huh? He knew that it went beyond Killer, that his seniors were casually sleeping around.
He remembers lamenting his poor choices when Eustass had first appeared, remembers Penguin chuckling, asking why he'd ever go after someone that would never understand until long after Law had graduated. Because Law's life feeds off of his succession of bad choices, that's why.
And you don't?
Doesn't he even feel just the slightest urge to treat Law with some respect? It wasn't like the more guys you screwed the cooler you were, nothing of the sort. The school had caught on to the whimsical notion of the sea, had adopted its placated manner. The students here were so lax and carefree that Law couldn't help but give in to the nature of things. He’s never had any problems here, no one has.
He wants to hear Eustass's voice so suddenly it startles him, wants to call him so that he can hear him as he explains the system just a bit more thoroughly.
Not one bit, comes Eustass’s reply.
He smiles. He really, truly does. I want to see you under me, he wants to say, I want to see you come undone. I want to know why you paint your nails, and why your hair is so red.
Killer should be more chill, he sends at first, those angry dots blinking at him as he quickly sends another, but Penguin should understand him more.
That stops him. He taps his thumb against the case, waiting for those dots to reappear, brow creasing when they don't.
And then Eustass calls him.
He stares at it for a good while, heart in his throat before he swipes, missing the first time and cradling it the second time.
"Hello?" He couldn't have said something more cool?
"Are relationships unheard of then?"
Law wets his lips. Jesus, what's he doing calling him? It's in his ear, the younger's voice, and he can't help but imagine what he must be doing then.
"Not at all. Sanji's been screwing Zoro exclusively since junior year. They're gonna go to college together, bunk together there too."
Kid doesn't seem to know those names but he hums all the same. "And there's Drake and Basil, they've been pretty soft on each other lately."
He lays back on his bed, eyes on the bottom of the bunk above him. Penguin was out with Shachi, getting temp tattoos or something.
"Why're you so concerned," Law speaks up once more, even a moment of silence unbearable, "kinda sickly sweet, doting on his love life like you are. Like you're in some sort of gross rom-com. We gonna band together and engineer some way to get them together? Follow them from the shrubbery?”
Law’s just joking, but not everyone gets his brand of shitty sarcasm.
“He’s not like the boys here, he doesn’t want to just screw around.”
Then what’s the problem? Penguin’s never favored someone the way he favors Killer. He should be all in, right?
“But your little bird doesn’t want that. They fuck, and then they fuck up, and then they fuck again. Getting pretty tired of his bad mood. And the fighting.”
How interesting.
Killer had been by here often enough that Law had always just assumed they were together. Here Kid was telling him that Penguin was the one that didn’t want any labels. So then why was Penguin so upset?
“Terribly interesting, Eustass,” Law finally speaks up, but Kid is suddenly yelling at someone else, moving the phone away so that he sounds distant.
“Goddamnit Heat, get that thing off of me— get it off! I’m sorry, what kind of scorpion is it?”
"You knew, didn't you, my little bird," Law coos as he drapes his arms over Penguin's sitting form, hulking over him, reading a few lines from his erotica, "you knew I was completely misunderstanding. Here I thought dear Killer was breaking your heart, turns out you're an evil prick."
Penguin sighs, snapping the book shut. He must’ve been mulling it over pretty recently, because he gives right in.
”I don't get him! It was so fun at first, so casual, so good. But then he goes and gets attached, and it starts to feel like we're having some kind of guilty sex. Shit it was so good Law, like—”
"So why get mad if he's out with other girls?"
"I wasn't mad," Penguin denies quickly. Law bite this ear childishly.
"You were. You were upset, I know you were upset because you were playing footsie with me under the table.”
Penguin slumps a little.
"Just, he says he loves me and then he goes around with other people," Penguin groans, "and I can't even get it up with Dellinger on his knees. The fuck is this?"
Law spins the desk chair, the dorm quiet except for the creaking of the joints as Penguin's face passes by a couple of times. "It's called karma, my dear friend, and you deserve it. You like him too much, but yet he's not allowed to feel the same. It’s fucked up."
Killer has some chick pushed up against the brick wall and Law tilts his head in interest, trying to measure the gap between them. He was kinda bulky, like Kid, with such nice hair. Penguin had always been the kind to like tugging. Law remembers that from their romp two years ago.
His bird was good with his mouth, Law can understand Killer's infatuation.
He smiles once Killer notices him there at the mouth of that crevice. The bar is blinking beside him, the dessert place with the killer turnovers to the right of them. Good thing Penguin had been too lazy to come out.
"Law," he says simply.
"What's your real name," Law grins instead, "something really foreign right? Something that sounds terribly close to Killer but not quite."
The poor girl is dazed, part of her dress tucked under a breast as her beige bra sticks out, lumpy from groping. "You can tell him," he husks, "it's fine. No point in playing around any more so—”
Law laughs, shaking his head. "I'm not telling him that. Where do you get off being so cocky?"
Killer's watching him, not nearly the animal he looks to be. He's a rather studious person, isn't he, Law realizes. People like him are amazing in bed, because they're the ones that watch and learn and memorize. They’re the ones that try to figure you out, probing you every which way.
"C'mon," Law jerks his head up towards the school at the top of the hill. He'd gone out for some ice cream. Penguin was just going to have to be happy with what he got. "Well?"
Killer leaves that girl there, his fingers clenching and unclenching curiously.
"Law," Penguin says slowly, carefully, eyes wide under that darling hat of his, "Law, what are you doing?"
He's there in the doorway, peeling off his jacket. "I'm going to sleep with him, of course."
Killer jerks from beside him, Penguin stilling in his chair. "Law." His voice has that dangerous inflection to it now.
"What, you don't mind, right," Law points out easily, "I mean, you just keep going on and on about how good he is so I figure I'd validate your claims. You tend to exaggerate, remember Wire?"
Penguin's standing up the minute Law moves towards their bunk, though Killer was still rooted by the door. "Law," Penguin says again, as if it's the only word he knows, "you can't."
"Why not, Pen, I have a feeling it's over between you two anyways—”
"It's not! It's just," Penguin swallows angrily, "it's just—”
Law pauses, and Penguin won't look at Killer, his earlier fire burning down so Law huffs and moves to grab at the blonde sophomore, tugging him towards the bottom bunk. "How you like it? I'm open to anything—”
Penguin is seething and Killer is tense, though there's this odd glint to his eye, the one that Law can see. What a gorgeous color.
And then Penguin rips him off, yanking Killer back to straddle Law in a fighting stance. Law grins. "He's mine, you know that Law, you fucking know that. You're just being a prick, I know what you're trying to do, I'm not stupid, so what do you want me to say, huh? You want me to say I like him more than I should, cause I've already told him that. You want me to wisen up? Well, I'm working on that okay? Just, I'm working on it."
Law pushes him back, moving past him. "Good, good. My bed's free. See ya."
He doesn't give the little shit any time to retaliate.
He'd stay at that cozy little inn by the riverbed, the one that trickled down from the mountains. He'd rent himself the nicest fucking room there. Maybe the one with the balcony that looked out to sea. The barges were a lovely thing to see at night with their little twinkling lights.
The forest was pressed flush behind the inn, creeping up towards the boiler in the back. Maybe he’d have a good soak, rent the tub for a bit.
"Basil," he stops then. The boy is crouched there toying with his cards, his eyes a bit red.
They're at the entrance of the school, the iron gates partially open. Basil is there propped low against the stone wall, facing outward. "Law," he hums in response.
"You okay, Basil?"
The blonde sifts through that deck some more. "Sure."
Law shuffles between his feet then, weighing out his options. "Okay, Basil," he relents, settling himself down next to the boy, dry dirt matting his pants. It takes a moment before Basil speaks up, quietly.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying the stars."
They didn't look like this in the city. Basil doesn't say anything else, not for a long while. Some of the lights down in the town go out, while others flicker on. He thinks there's an antsy fish out there, a lone shadow jumping about irately.
"I'm going to go back in," Basil says eventually. Law shakes himself from his thoughts, humming. "Yeah? Yeah, okay."
Basil taps him on the forehead with a card, muttering something about good luck and Law watches him go.
Maybe it was hard, being in a relationship. But Drake could be trusted, Law knew that much. No one that was as careful as that boy was in bed was a bad person.
"I think I just got an emotional hard on for you."
Law jerks, gaze jumping about before he sighs. "Eustass, what the fuck are you doing in that tree?"
He sees him now, the shadow of a boy, eyes bright with the moon. "Killer said he was coming back with some girl, thought I'd catch the scenery meanwhile. Blondie came by a little later, but I wouldn't know what to say so."
"So you just stayed up there, all quiet like," Law grins, "you creepy fucker.”
Eustass shrugs. “I’m up for a walk. Killer’s gonna be awhile.”
Law snorts, Kid jumping down with bent knees. “Don’t think you need to worry about him.”
“Why,” Kid comes up beside him, “you got him in a body bag somewhere?”
Law can’t help it. He knocks shoulders with the kid like he’s known him forever. “Shut up.”
Kid does follow him though, right up there alongside him as they wander down into town quietly together.
They trail along the last row of buildings, the sea peeking through between every gap and crevice.
“I’m going to an inn,” Law states, “dunno how far you intend to walk. It’s just up there.”
“Kay,” Eustass seems to agree. Law blinks at him. And then he’s smiling something sharp.
“Don’t you know how it’d look,” he’s saying airily, “you going in there with me? They’ll give us the room with the condoms. Won’t that just be a shame, to deprive someone else of a commodity we don’t need?”
Eustass furrows his brow. “You don’t use condoms?”
Law’s next words hiccup, and he’s blinking owlish at the kid. “What? Wait,” he wets his lips, “what are you saying?”
Eustass gives him a wolfish grin one they begin to climb those stone steps, the grass in need of a good trim.
“Might as well get used to it now, eh? What do you say, Trafalgar?”
He got the one with the balcony, but he pays it little attention because fuck, Kid is there shedding his clothes, tugging at his shirt and pants without a care in the world.
“What, getting cold feet?”
Law wants to smack him for that smart-ass mouth of his, but he finds his throat’s just a bit too dry for proper conversation, not when Kid is settling himself down on the edge of the bed with nothing but Crimin briefs on, legs open. “So?”
“How do you think this is going to go,” Law tests him, fingers wiggly anxiously from his sides.
Kid’s brow raises a little. “You’re going to fuck me of course.”
Fuck. Good, that’s good. He gets it, Law had been worried they’d be fighting over who's dick was bigger but here he is, laying himself out for him.
Law softly pushes him back, surprised by his own gentleness. He’s hovering above the boy, his uniform still on as he takes him in. “Anything I should know?”
Kid snorts. “What, you taking if I’m allergic to peanuts or some shit? I’m horny Trafalgar, let’s go.”
Law is on him then, shutting him up as quickly as he can, licking into his mouth, thumb to his lips to he can kiss him all the deeper. His other hand is hard on Kid’s throat, and Eustass in turn is hard against his thigh.
He twitches when Law grasps it through the cloth, watching him ever so carefully for the slightest of movements. Kid’s eyes are dark, his hands out beside him as if he didn’t quite know what to do with them yet.
“You gonna just stare at me?”
Law’s lips quirk. “Just curious, am I delfowering a virgin here?”
Kid grunts, rolling his eyes. “I’m not some suburban class president, I’m from the lower districts of the Grand Line. I’ve received my fair share.”
Law doesn’t like that answer as much as he’d thought he would. “Oh? Your fair share, huh? Take it up the ass a lot then?”
“Not usually,” Kid challenges, and Law stops there, brow knitted in curiosity.
“Just,” Kid tugs him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, eyes on his lips, noses brushing, “was hearing things from the seniors once I started asking around. That you like it like this. If I want to roll around with you then I don’t mind if I’ve gotta shove a stick up my ass, so long as I end up with that same look they all had.”
Law licks at Kid’s lips softly. “You asked about me?”
“Just a little.”
Law starts kneading him through his briefs, Kid’s hand on his forearm as he toys with the boy’s ear. “Just a little? Look at you, playing with the big boys. I hope they didn’t scare you too much.”
He dips his hand under the soft fabric, Kid’s dick warm and pulsing against his hand. He slides his fingers along the skin, up and over the head and back down again. There was a wetness to it already.
“Nah, they were too busy serenading your crazy ass,” Kid answers honestly, and Law bites gently at the boy’s lips, a hand coming up behind his neck and Kid follow the kiss upwards, sitting now with Trafalgar on his knees hunched over him.
“I’m hurt,” Law makes time to joke, slipping out of his shirt, “you’re only in it for my body.”
“Mostly your dick.”
Law’s about to unclasp his pants but Kid’s there before him, fingers deft and quick. Law likes watching him tug off his pants, moving about helpfully before Kid’s head dips down to mouth at Law’s erection.
That startles him a bit. His hands fly to that red hair, twisting into it.
It’s so warm and wet, Kid placing openmouthed kisses along the length of his boxers, tongue teasing him, lapping at him but never enough and Law has to pull his dick out of its confines before he goes crazy, holding it there as Kid starts licking at it for real.
“This,” Kid mumbles against it, his breath shooting up Law’s spine, “gotta admit, this isn’t something I’ve done before, this whole blowjob thing.” His tongue flattens against the underside, and he almost appears to be shrugging. “But whatever.”
Law thinks he’s falling a little in love.
He gasps when Kid decides to try and take him whole, hunching over with his hands ever deeper in that gorgeous hair, hips jutting forward helplessly as Kid grips his hips.
Doesn’t stop Law from trying to fuck his mouth, teeth grit as those obscene noises escape out into the night air, the window still open from the house cleaning. Was he slurping so much on purpose, did he realize how erotic he sounded down there, sucking him off like that?
Law shoves him off, Kid yelping indignantly before Law is crowding over him, hands blindly reaching for those fucking condoms as he pries Kid’s mouth open with his fingers, running two of them along that wet tongue until Kid gets the gist of it.
He fumbles a bit more for that box, swearing before he finally pinches one, tearing it open with his teeth. He watches Kid for a moment there, watches as that slip of pink works around his fingers eagerly, coating them well, teasing the pads as if he were still giving him head.
Kid notices him then, lips quirked in amusement from around those shiny appendages. Law retreats, pulling them away before Kid is jolting from the sudden intrusion down below. That’ll teach the brat. He wiggles them around a little, his other hand working on the condom before Kid is graciously taking it from him, flinching a bit as he rolls it onto Law’s cock with trembling fingers.
He swallows.
“Shit, you realize I’ve been wanting this for awhile,” he breathes, “like, since you got here.”
Kid’s brow piques at that, settling himself back down against the pillows. “Yeah?”
Law pushes that last slick finger in, the three of them moving about as Kid squirms. “Yeah, so you realize, right, the accumulation of it all? From wanting you for that long? Makes me fucking crazy just thinking about it.”
Kid dares him with his eyes, a challenging glint to them. “Show me.”
Fuck. Fuck, he’d have no problems doing that. Law takes his fingers out just as he pushes his dick in, inch by inch by fucking inch.
Kid is keening, head tossed back, the expanse of his neck taunting as Law grunts, hips stuttering when Kid give him that fucking look again. So he shoves in, Kid calling out with a startled cry before Law’s on him and thrusting, hands digging into the sheets by Kid’s head.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Law’s rambling, “so hot and good for me like this look at you.”
Kid’s body moves unbidden with every thrust, sounds escaping despite the way he screws up his face and attempts to stifle them. Law bites his neck for that, hard and unforgiving.
“Louder.”
He picks up speed until all he can hear is Kid and the bed, Kid’s hands back behind his head now, gripping at the headboard.
Law grabs at his thighs then, shoving them up until Kid’s nearly in half with the way he’s fucking him. That jerks the boy’s volume up a few notches, Law pouring every ounce of the sexual frustration he’s had to suffer since the beginning of the year into fucking him into the bed.
Kid seems to notice this, bleary eyes on Law from between his legs, head to the side and mouth open. He watches Law with a heated gaze, his dick bobbing about, leaking onto his stomach.
Law can feel it, that heat that comes as a warning and so he tugs at Eustass’s dick, the boy moaning and shifting about helplessly, unsure what to do with himself until he’s finally coming with a a twist and a push, his voice sending Law over the edge as he spills into the condom, working through his release as Eustass shudders below him.
Kid has the nerve to light a smoke while in bed, but Law allows it since he knows the boy will be sharing. He leans over, tongue working the cigarette into his own mouth as he puffs on it a little.
“Not bad,” Kid comments idly.
Law smacks him, frowning as Kid smiles, huffing out a laugh.
Kid rolls him over then, Law inhaling the smoke curiously.
“Not bad at all. I think I’ll keep you.”
Law quirks a brow.
“You see, Killer and I are like feathers of the same bird. I don’t like sharing, and I gotta admit,” he leans down, mouth to Law’s ear as the boy holds the cigarette out to the side, “now that I think back on all those dipshits that had a go at you, well, kinda makes me wanna bash their heads in.”
Law snickers, pecking him against the lips. “That’s not how this school works, Eustass. But tell you what. You leave those poor saps alone, and I’ll be your exclusive for my remaining year, yeah? Then we’ll see about after that.”