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Leo stumbled through hallways in a huge house he’d never been in before. Piper had dragged him along and… He got drunk. Trashy pop music pounded in his ears. He grabbed onto walls, paintings, random tables, just trying to find his best-friend that brought him into this mess. He peered into every room, accidentally barging in on couples making out and some taking a step further than that. Luckily he wouldn’t remember the explicit images tomorrow. Then he started seeing more and more people; he was nearing the centre of the party.
Then that’s when he heard it.
“Ew, you boy-kisser!” A girl shrieked.
It was none other than Drew Tanaka, the most popular girl in their high school. She was notoriously homophobic, and right now she was shouting in the face of Nico. Nico, Leo’s friend. She was in the middle of a room, the living room. Cups were strewn everywhere, the speakers were in this room and most of all the most people were milling about in there. They had formed a circle around Drew and Nico.
Leo was drunk, so he did something he would never do sober:
He parted the crowd with his hands, and made his way towards Drew and Nico. All he knew was that he had to help his gay friend, after all, he was a ‘boy-kisser’ as well - being pansexual and all.
“Hey, Drew!” He shouted, advancing on the girl.
“What do you want? Leave me alone,” She seethed, turning away from Nico who was right up against a wall where she had pushed him.
“No,” Leo answered simply. He tried to get his voice under control, but it was shaky and slurred, “This isn’t okay. You shouldn’t be mad at him for people that he likes, after all, you’re just a boy-kisser as well - at the end of the day.”
“This is different,” Drew told him, glaring at him. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. “He’s a boy, and he likes boys as well! It’s so fucking messed up! Now leave and stop getting involved!”
“No, I’m already too involved,” Leo said. He hadn’t come this far to back down. “You like boys, right?” She nodded like it was common sense. “Then why are you stopping others from liking what you like? Actually, wouldn’t you want other people to like boys, like you do?”
“What don’t you understand, huh?” She demanded. “He’s. A. Boy. And I don’t want boys liking other boys.”
“Yeah, but is it any of your business anyway? He’s not hurting any-“ he made a gagging sound and clutched his stomach, feeling something rise through his throat. But then it died down… Or did it? Before he knew it, he was projectile vomiting on Drew. She was covered in it, and seeing the sight made him throw up more. She started screaming and she ran out of the house, while everyone laughed.
“Thanks, man,” Nico said, clapping him on his back and walking away. He walked over to a blond and went further into the house with him. Leo couldn’t tell who it was, because he felt like he had just been hit by a truck. He was being blinded by green, purple, all colours coloured lights and people were still laughing and chattering around him. He felt like being sick again, because it was stuffy and it absolutely stank in there (partly his fault).
He staggered out of the house and was met by Drew. She was absolutely fuming, he could practically see steam coming out of her ears and nostrils. She was still covered in his bile.
“Monday, 8am,” She decreed, stabbing him with her finger in his chest with every syllable. He felt her long acrylic nails through his shirt. “You will be deleted.” Then she turned, hopped into a car with a driver already in there and she rode away down the street.
Leo stood there. His entire life would be ruined. Before, he was always the class clown. Everyone loved him, until tonight. He wasn’t out yet, he only told his friends (Nico, Piper, Jason and Percy) but it was obvious he was some kind of boy-kisser after standing up for Nico. Then he threw up on the demon queen of high school that everyone loved for some reason - the ground she walked on was basically worshipped. Leo believed everyone was forced, because she just had a way of controlling people. So, now he was going to be hunted down in study hall on Monday at 8 a.m.
He will be stuffed and mounted on the wall, so he now only had thirty hours to live. He wondered how to spend them, what could he do? Was there a way to escape his inevitable demise of being completely shunned from society? Presumably, no.
He guessed he could just change his name and move to Seattle. That was far away enough, on the whole other side of the United States. But, he didn’t own a motorbike, or any mode of transportation at that. He would have to catch a plane which he did not have money for - no way.
Hold on.
Heat rushed through his veins as he thought about something. He could spend the next thirty hours getting… Freaky. He smirked, he was known for his dirty mind. Honestly, he was a virgin. He was just that good of a liar. He could get his virginity taken before everyone would hate him.
He thought about who could take his virginity.
Jason Grace.
His bestest friend, his crush, at that. He has liked him since Middle School, gods. Jason had told him he was gay, and honestly they had been getting… Closer, as more than friends. So Jason wouldn’t deny him, right?
His horniness and dirty intentions fuelled his actions. He needed it hard, like he was at the moment. He stood in Jason’s yard, staring up at his friend’s window, where he was sleeping just a few feet away from the glass, Leo climbed up the tree next to the house, like he’d done many times before.
He was about to pull his friend’s window open, when there was the lock. Of course, the lock.
“Shit,” the Mexican muttered, then swiftly snapped it off. He grinned and chucked it behind himself. He heard twigs snapping, leaves rustling and a thud. He didn’t want to know where the lock ended up, Jason could just get a new one. He had no time to knock, he was being eaten alive in less than thirty hours at that point. He opened the window and climbed in. He was short, and overall small so it wasn’t hard.
“Leo?” Jason called, sleep evident in his voice. A dark figure sat up in the bed in the bedroom Leo had just broken into. “What are you doing in my room?” Leo shushed him and walked over to his bed.
“I had to see you, I hope I didn’t wake you. See, I decided I had to ride you until I break you,” Leo explained with a smirk. Jason fumbled around his nightstand and clicked on his light. His face was one of pure shock, but Leo could see the lust in his eyes that were raking over his body. “‘Cause Drew said I have to go and you’re my last meal on death row, so shut your mouth and lose your clothes.” Jason immediately complied, losing his boxers. They were thrown on the floor somewhere.
Leo stared at his friend’s cock, he was really doing this. It was honestly big and gods he just wanted to be full for once. He lost all his clothes, straddled Jason’s hips and kissed him deeply, leaning down. He swiped his tongue along his friend’s lips and they parted, giving Leo access to his hot mouth which he explored earnestly. Jason let out a deep moan.
“You know the drill, right?” Leo panted, chin glistening with saliva.
“N-not really?” Jason admitted, his tone of voice sounding like a question. “I’m a virgin.” Leo chuckled.
“Really? Gods, if I was a girl I would’ve lost my virginity to you long ago. Now finger me,” Leo ordered. As much as he wanted this, it would hurt like a bitch if he didn’t prepare. He grabbed three of Jason’s fingers and sucked on them deeply, licking and slurping - all the while the blond stared into his brown eyes, entranced. Leo let go and let his friend do the rest of the work.
Was Jason even his friend anymore? This thought corrupted him as he whined, moaned and arched his back at the feeling of said ‘friend’s calloused fingers penetrating his ass. He started with one, pumping in and out. Luckily he knew how to do this shit. Then it quickly became two and before he knew it, there were three thrusting into him.
“Okay, okay,” Leo said, tired of the prep. He needed Jason so bad he could barely think straight (after all, he wasn’t straight). His hole was left gaping and wide, just begging for something to fill it. So, the brunet grasped the blond’s dick and started to slowly inch his way down.
“Take this dead boy walking,” Leo uttered out, throwing his head back and in his own world as Jason was now buried into the hilt in him. Then, he wasted no time in bouncing up and down.
“H-how’d you find my ah!” The boy beneath him tried to say, but failed. Leo was becoming more and more erratic. “Address?”
“Let’s break the bed,” was all the Mexican said, picking up the pace lifting himself on and off his best friend’s veiny dick. He tried to hold onto anything, anything to ground himself. He felt as if he were in Elysium. The drag of the cock enveloped by his walls felt so good, how did he never do this before being seventeen years old? He scratched Jason in his attempts to grab something.
“I think you tore my mattress!” He yelped.
“No sleep tonight for you,” Leo laughed.
“Okay, okay,” Jason said in a panic. This was so unexpected and going so fast, he could barely keep up.
“Slap me, pull my hair,” Leo demanded, noticing Jason’s idle arms. He clutched them and brought them to his chest, thighs, everywhere; all while uttering, “Touch me there, and there, and there…” He tried to speak as much as he could, before he would be turned into a moaning mess. The thing he did best was talk, anyways. “No more talking,” he breathed out, moaning deeply. He never once faltered his bounces on his friend’s dick. Luckily Jason complied.
The bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, shallow pants, whines and moans. The sound of the bed creaking and the mattress squeaking echoed in the space. Leo had never felt this good in his life, everything bad that had happened previously seemed to be gone - just a bad dream. All he could think about was his own throbbing cock which he started to stroke lazily, his movements becoming sloppy and faltering. He was so close.
“I’m close,” Leo warned as more and more heat pooled in his abdomen and with a loud moan he came all on his blond friend. Then he felt Jason’s semen fill him up as well, deep into his ass. Then everything came crashing down:
His life would certainly be ruined Monday 8 a.m. He just threw up - on Drew. He had the worst migraine of his life and he was completely and utterly sore after what just happened. He was also terribly, terribly drunk. He probably smelt bad, and looked even worse. He pulled himself off of his friend.
Shit, his friend. He was just fucked by his closest friend that he’d known the longest and that he’d been pining over for years. What did he just do?
He laid himself down beside Jason, who hadn’t moved. He seemed to be getting his breathing under control and processing everything that just happened.
“I’m so sorry,” Leo blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. Tears welled up in his eyes and they cascaded down his flushed cheeks. “I shouldn’t have done that, fuck.”
“No-no, it’s okay,” Jason reassured him, turning on his side and cupping his freckle-ridden face. He brushed away his tears sweetly. “Gods, I’ve never felt that good before.”
“Same,” Leo smiled. “I-I’ve liked you for so long.”
“I’ve liked you for a while as well,” Jason confessed, mirroring his smile which was arguably better than his own.
“Will you be my boyfriend?” Leo asked hopefully. No time like the present, especially with his death sentence deadline being in less than thirty hours.
“Of course,” Jason said then pulled his new boyfriend into his arms. Leo buried his face in his chest and his brunet curls tickled his boyfriend’s chin. “So, what did you mean by Drew said you have to go?”
“Oh, she was bring homophobic to Nico so I stood up for him and… Kinda threw up on her,” Leo elaborated on his earlier excuse to riding his friend’s cock.
“Really?” Jason choked out, laughing uncontrollably. His body shook and Leo tried to make him stop.
“Stop! So, she literally told me I will be deleted, Monday 8 a.m.,” the Mexican told him.
“What the fuck? What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know, I think she’ll just ruin my reputation. Honestly, it’s already ruined enough. Practically everyone saw me throw up on her and stand up for a gay person; which is social suicide.”
“I wish I was there,” Leo could hear the pout in his voice.
“If you went there I wouldn’t have broken in and did what I just did to you.”
Silence.
“Well… I’m sure you’ll be fine on Monday. I’m here for you,” Jason assured him.
“Thanks,” Leo whispered as he blinked slow and hard, battling the clutches of sleep; then when Jason hadn’t spoken anymore, he succumbed and went into what was probably the best slumber of his life, forgetting to clean up after the events that just went down.