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Avid is 64% certain that Scott is a vampire.
Okay, so maybe he’s just being a bit mean about it, like Elle says, but it’s not like Scott seemed all that offended, just amused. But, seriously! The guy’s canines are abnormally sharp, the way he dresses is definitely abnormal (even if it was cool), and no human being can possibly be that beautiful. Literally inhuman!
Elle doesn’t see it that way, though. Little comments of, “Why’re you looking at his mouth?” and “He’s just goth.” and the worst one: “You sure you’re not deflecting your crush on him by calling him a vampire?” To which he responded with a shriek, hiding his face in his hands. It was not a crush!
Which, obviously, means that he can’t go to Elle for his theories, anymore, lest he get teased more. Shelby smacked him with a book the last time he’d called her roommate a vampire, so he doesn’t tell her, either. Louis is in a similar boat with Elle, teasing him, but it’s hard to even talk to the other, not with Owen always around. He doubts Acho, Scott’s brother, even cares enough to pay attention to Avid’s rambling. Drift listens, at least, even if she doesn’t believe him.
Avid sighs, slow and quiet, and shakes his head to clear away his thoughts, trying to refocus on his chemistry textbook. Exams were well underway, and he was far too behind to be comfortable. It’s not like it’s Avid’s fault, either! He can, and will, gladly blame Czeslaw and Owen, who’ve been terrorizing him for weeks for reasons unknown to him (Fortunately not ever working together, at least. He’s pretty sure they hate each other). Add that to trying to avoid Martyn’s fratboy hazing… yeah, to be honest, Avid isn’t having a great time.
Go to college, they said. It’ll be fine, they said.
“I don’t think glaring at the book is going to help very much.” A dry voice rips him out of his thoughts, jolting so hard he nearly drops the entire book.
“SHIT-” Avid inhales sharply, planting a hand over his chest, where his heart beats like a thumping rabbit. “Don’t do that!”
Scott just giggles into his hands, eyes fluttering innocently at Avid. Avid blinks a few times, taking in the other’s make-up. Winged eyeliner edged with red, eyeshadow that seemed to glint in the light, and the faintest hint of blush… He realizes he’s been staring for a bit too long when Scott tilts his head, a smile pulling apart pale lips. Avid blinks curiously at the sharp teeth that greet him. (Wonders what it’d feel like if Scott bit him.)
“Alright there, Avid?” There it is again, that pretty little giggle.
His mouth moves before his brain does. “You’re very handsome.” Scott’s flawless brows dart up, and Avid very quickly processes what he just said. “I d-didn’t–I mean–that wasn’t supposed to be out loud–I’m gonna leave now, okaybye–!”
He skitters off before Scott can say anything back. God, he’s so mortified.
Avid doesn’t see Scott for a few days, after his mishap. Which, logically, to him, makes sense. From what he understands, their schedules didn’t entirely line up, with them having completely different courses of study, but it still feels… well, he’s not sure what it is he feels. Avid just assumes he’d scared Scott off with his foolishness.
That’s… fine. He’ll live. Totally. He’s not upset about it at all.
He fiddles with the cuff of his sweater, shouldering his bag and wincing. Bruises litter his body, thanks to an unfriendly trip down the stairs, no thanks to Apo. It really doesn’t help that Avid bruises way too easily. Shrugging it off, Avid steps out of class, wandering back out into the hall. He should probably head to the library, he told Drift he’d meet her there. It was for a study session, if he remembers right, though he doubts they’ll actually study. If anything, Drift will study, and he’ll likely annoy her about whatever had happened to him this week.
Avid winces again when he brushes a corner a bit too roughly, hastily rolling up his sleeve to check the bandages. He really didn’t want it to bleed through, this was a nice sweater!
“That doesn’t look good.”
Again, Avid is rendered to just a shriek, leaping into the air and spinning around. Scott gives him a lazy smile, leant against one of the many alcoves along the hallway. The sunlight streaming through the window behind him makes it seem as if he’s almost glowing, cyan hair almost white. He looks… ethereal. Already, Avid can feel heat rise to his face, from what he assumes is just embarrassment. If anything, Scott’s grin grows wider as Avid stutters out a response. “I-It’s nothing, I just, um, was coerced down the stairs i-in an unorthodox manner! That’s all! Totally fine.”
“Apo, I’m guessing?” Scott’s words trail out, as if drenched in honey. “Saw the whole thing. I’ll have to talk to Cherrie about them.”
“No, no!” Avid waves his hands, nearly slinging his bag to the floor. “It’s okay, really, it was just an accident.” It really had been, he hadn’t seen Apo in time. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her apologize so many times before. Scott just eyes him.
“Alright, if you’re sure.” Scott strides over, patting him on the shoulder, before pausing beside him. Lips ghost over his ear and Avid freezes. “See you later, pretty boy.”
Holy shit. Avid’s mouth opens and closes, unable to respond. He’s positive he’s reddened down to his damn neck by now, so he does what he does best.
Avid bolts.
He shoots a quick text to Drift as he slams the door to his dorm shut, shedding his bag, informing her that he needs to rain check. Nerves thrum through Avid’s body as he paces, running a hand through his hair. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. His gut twists, but he’s unsure if he’s nauseous or overwhelmed. Why is he so overworked by this?
Avid pauses. Glances down. Processes. Then presses his face into his hands, miserably.
He’s hard. Just from that–that sentence!
Breath blooming over his neck, mouth by his ear. “See you later, pretty boy.”
So much for him not having a crush.
Just thinking about it sends another jolt up his spine, spurring him back into pacing. God, Elle’s never going to let him live this down, is she? His pacing lasts for only a few moments before he hesitates, footsteps stuttering, turning and wandering to his bed, slumping down onto it. He debates the pros and cons of just dealing with it now or letting it fizzle out. On one hand, it’d feel great. On the other, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to look Scott in the eye for months.
Fuck, he probably shouldn’t have thought of Scott. Of those plump lips, elegant jawline, and those pretty eyes that seemed to pierce his very soul. He can feel his dick twitch, begging to be touched, and Avid decides ‘fuck it’, and elects to deal with it. His hands fumble with his fly, grumbling irritably to himself when it gets jammed, before pulling himself out, the head already incredibly slickened with pre. It’s a damn miracle there wasn’t a patch on his jeans, from how much there was, but it’s not like he’s going to complain. Avid runs his hand over it, gathering it over his palm, huffing softly as he begins running his hand up and down his shaft. He habitually leans away from the wall, slowly pumping his dick as his head hangs low, breaths already shallow. Fuck, he hadn’t realized how pent up he’d been.
He twists his wrist, picking up the pace, panting quietly through gritted teeth.
“Scott…” the name involuntarily slips out, and his hand stutters. Yet, somehow, the slip-up doesn’t kill his arousal, and instead makes his dick jump in his hands, so Avid keeps going. “Nh… Scott.”
Avid has always prided himself on being a rather imaginative individual, so it really isn’t hard to close his eyes and pretend that it was Scott.
He doesn’t last all that long, after that, his fantasies pushing him over the edge as he comes with a soft moan. He grits his teeth, bringing a hand to his mouth and biting one of his knuckles, carefully carrying himself through the orgasm. Avid takes a second to breathe, before that arousal turns to stone-cold guilt and distress. He panics, lunging to his feet to grab a wet rag, cleaning away any evidence of his wrong-doings.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he did not just do that. What is he, a high schooler?! God, he feels awful. Avid knew there’d be consequences, Scott once again flickering through his mind.
He’s just going to have to avoid Scott. Then, this won’t happen again, and then he’ll forget and then he can interact with Scott like normal.
It happens again, twice, Avid feeling like a horrible human being both times. He can’t forget, and it’s driving him insane that he’d failed.
Well, at least he’s succeeded in avoiding Scott for the past week. Every time he sees even the barest glimpse of blue, Avid comes up with an excuse to whoever he’s talking to and dips. There’d been a few close calls, a few times where Scott wandered over to the person Avid practically abandoned, confusion clear on both their faces. He’d likely imagined it, but Avid could have sworn there was even a bit of hurt in Scott’s eyes. He’s also received quite a few texts, most of them from Shelby, informing him that she was upset about Avid’s sudden aloofness toward Scott. Some from Cleo, telling him to quit ignoring Scott (very clearly annoyed that they’d had to deal with Scott’s whining about it, and that does NOT do anything to Avid, no sir). There’d been only one from Acho, a short threat, which was not expected from the usually friendly fellow, telling him to stop upsetting Scott.
Well, sucks to suck, because Avid’s not going to listen. Is he afraid that he’s going to look Scott in the eye and slip-up on the fact that he jacked off to him three times? Yes. Absolutely. Therefore, he’s willing to deal with the wrath of Scott’s friends, and family, so he doesn’t have to face his own shame.
The other option is to simply ghost everyone and disappear. That seems like a better idea, honestly.
However, new problem! He has not been all that successful with avoiding Czeslaw or Owen. Avid’s really starting to think he should talk to someone about this harassment, because it was just getting to be way too much. Maybe Louis could reel Owen in, he thinks, as Avid peels around the dormitory corner at a sprint’s pace, nearly crashing into someone. Yelling out a panicked “SORRY!” he keeps running, Czeslaw’s footsteps at his heel. Seriously, what was his problem?
He whips another corner, then another, ignoring Czeslaw’s mocking calls, heaving a breath as he slows down a half-step, trying to map out the quickest escape. Annoyingly, this distracts him from his surroundings, giving him no time to react as the small door to his right opens and a blue blur darts out of it, toward him. Avid’s yelp is cut off as he’s dragged backward, a soft hand clamping around his mouth, into what was definitely a janitor’s closet. He’s pressed against the wall, a little roughly, the hand never leaving his mouth as the door shuts. A low light clicks on. He blinks, taking in the person who now held him hostage.
Scott. What the fuck?
Scott hasn’t looked at him yet, thank God, eyes locked onto the door as heavy footsteps approach.
“Shiiiit…” Czeslaw. “Where the hell did he go? Oh, Aviiid! I just wanna talk!” Silence follows, the footsteps drawing away from the door. “Ugh, fuck this, I’m going to go find Jack instead.”
Avid winces sympathetically. Pyro was Czeslaw’s biggest target, and he can’t help but feel bad that they were back in Czeslaw’s sight. The footsteps recede, and Scott finally snaps his head around, still not looking at him, pulling out his phone. The tmp, tmp, tmp, of his keyboard is the only other sound besides the quiet whistling of Avid’s nose. It gives him way too much time to observe the position they were in. Scott towered over him, one leg settled between Avid’s, enclosing him into the already small space. Scott’s hand is still very much on his mouth. So, he does what any, mature, college adult would do.
“EW!” Scott pulls back his hand, nose scrunching. “Did you just lick my hand?”
Avid just sticks his tongue out at him, staring at the shelf past Scott’s head, deliberately pouting. “Shouldn’t have kept it there.”
“I was keeping you quiet, so that asshole didn’t look in here,” Scott snaps back, surprisingly irritable with him. Oops. Did Avid do that? Scott sighs, glancing back down to his phone. He pockets it, and his free hand finds a home besides Avid’s head. “I’ve let Pyro know that Czeslaw’s looking for him. If they’re smart, they’ll bunker down in Apo’s room.”
“G-Good, that’s, um, that’s good.” Avid shifts. Christ, the closet was cramped, it was definitely not made for two people. He glances at the door. “Well! Um, th-thanks for saving my ass, um. I can–I can probably go, now…”
Scott’s staring at him, unmoving, a frown settled on his face. He still looks stupidly pretty, even upset–no, no, stop having those thoughts, Avid! He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to ground himself. It’s silent for way, way too long before Scott responds. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Avid flinches at the weight behind the words, the hurt that wormed its way through. He still doesn’t look at Scott, can’t, sinking his teeth further into his cheek. He tastes blood. He feels ill. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” There’s still so much behind the words. Avid exhales quietly.
“I–I don’t–” I don’t want to tell you that I came to your very name. I don’t want to ruin whatever it is we might have. I don’t want to scare you away. “I–I…”
“Are you still scared of me?” Scott presses, insistent.
“N-No, no, that’s not it at all!”
“Then why won’t you look at me?!”
Panic bubbles in Avid’s chest, because even now he’s still fucking up, he’s still ruining whatever they are, and–“BecauseifIlookyouinyoureyesImightgetanerection?”
Okay. That’s. That’s not what he meant to say. Scott makes a strangled sound, eyes widening considerably. “What?”
“Um.” Avid laughs nervously. “I wasn’t. I d-didn’t–I didn’t mean to say that. There was an entirely different thought in my head. I’m so sorry, I fucked up, I’ll leave–” His jaw shuts with a click of his teeth as fingers curl around it, gentle and soft as always, tilting his head forward, back to Scott. Scott, whose expression had sharpened into one of sparked intrigue and seriousness, eyes dark and narrow in something. God, he was so unfairly hot.
Scott’s mouth twists into a smile. “Am I, now?” Oh, fuck, he said that out loud. Avid ‘eeps!’ and presses his hands over his face, flushing so badly that he feels it in his shoulders. Kill him, kill him now, please. Scott gives a little, disappointed hum, hands curling around Avid’s wrist, pulling them away, pulling them up. “Aww, don’t be shy. I want to see your pretty face, it always becomes such a lovely shade of red.”
He’s so close. Avid’s eyes flit over his facial features, taking in each one, flicking toward Scott’s lips before back to his eyes. They’re hooded, glinting with knowing and something else, and so, so easy to get lost in. He goes to cup Scott’s jaw, and blinks, glancing up and–oh. Scott still has his hands pinned above him.
“Can’t have you hiding your face, can I?” Scott trills, low and soft, and Avid whines.
“Scott–I–”
He’s effectively silenced as plump lips press against him, and any hesitation in him shatters, greedily kissing back, trying to soak in every moment of this. Scott’s knee presses higher, harder, and it nearly renders Avid breathless, pulling away in order to drop his head on Scott’s shoulder, gasping. He’s rewarded with another giggle, hands finally released, immediately curling them over Scott’s neck as Scott rolls his knee up again, receiving another breathy sound from Avid. “Goodness, someone’s pent up!” He purrs, running his hands up Avid’s sides, and he shivers in return.
“Please–Scott, I w-want–”
“Want what, hm? You’ll have to be specific.” He accentuates with added pressure to Avid’s crotch, and he can’t help but try grinding down, heaving a stuttered breath. Avid forces himself to lean back, looking Scott in the eyes.
“Fuck me, fuck me to tears, fuck me until I can’t walk, make me scream your name, make me a sobbing mess, make me yours. I need you so fucking badly, Scott.”
Scott looks deliciously shocked, mouth falling open ever-so-slightly, taking in Avid’s words. And he blushes. Blushes! Avid made Scott blush! God, he’s never going to win in life this much ever again. Avid hums delightedly as Scott yanks him back into a heated kiss, tongue not even asking for entry as it parts Avid’s lips. His hands trail down Scott’s front, fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt, and Scott pulls away, tutting. “Ah-ah, not yet, Avid. I am not about to fuck you in a janitors closet.” Scott’s nose crinkles a little. Cute. “I doubt these walls are very thick, anyway. We can go to my dorm, n’ I’ll give you what you want. Promise.”
Avid gives an annoyed whine, a little bit bratty in manner, but relents, allowing Scott to untangle himself. He opens the door, peeking through and scanning the area before grabbing Avid’s hand, tugging him along. He can’t help but giggle, feeling like a high school girl, stumbling after Scott, excitement running through him as they make their way upstairs. The time of day makes the dormitory fortunately pretty scarce, most people either out and about or in class, except for–ah, fuck.
Czeslaw spots them as soon as they spot him, grin sharpening as he skirts away from what Avid recognizes as Pyro’s dorm.
“Got yourself a boyfriend, spazz?” Czeslaw snarks, eyeing Scott with a curled sneer.
“Kick rocks,” Avid spits back in a burst of confidence. Czeslaw immediately rounds on him, brows downturned in fury.
“The fuck did you say to me?”
“He said ‘kick rocks’, are you deaf?” Scott shifts in front of him slightly, unfortunately blocking Avid from his face. “I understand that you peaked in high school and wish to make it everyone’s problem, but I’d prefer if you got out of the way.”
“Oh, yeah? What’re you gonna do about it, fa–” Czeslaw doesn’t get to finish his insult, because suddenly Scott’s hand has slipped from Avid, swinging on him in an instant. A loud CRACK rings out when Scott’s ringed knuckles meet Czeslaw’s nose, and he’s sent reeling to the ground. “FUCK!”
“I only ask once. Not my fault you don’t listen.” Scott dusts off his knuckles, examining them for damage. “Now, get the fuck up and go.”
“Y-You’re gonna regret this!” Czeslaw scrambles back, and then he’s gone, booking it down the hallway, hand cupped over his nose. Avid watches silently, as Scott turns around, opening his mouth to congratulate Scott, or something.
Instead, what he gets out is, “God, I am so fucking in love with you.”
Scott flushes red, and this time Avid has the privilege to see it in proper lighting, and as expected, it’s gorgeous. He lunges forward, grabbing Avid’s hand and resumes pulling him down the hall, this time with much more fervour. Scott fumbles with his keys, ripping his door open and yanking Avid in with him. The door shuts, locks, and then Scott’s back on him, lips locked around Avid’s throat, pushing him up against the door. Avid groans, running his hands through Scott’s once perfect hair, only slightly guilty that he’s ruining it, tilting his head to the side. Scott scrapes his teeth along his neck, Avid’s heart jolting with each second, before moaning as they pass over that little sweet spot. Scott pauses for only a half-second before latching on to that spot, running his tongue over it and sucking lightly, over and over as Avid melts into his grasp. He could get used to this–”Fuck!” His voice cracks as Scott sinks his teeth in, those sharp canines digging into Avid’s skin delectably, feeling exactly how he’d hoped. Avid pants loudly, grasping tightly at Scott’s hair, body spasming lightly, all because of a bite. “Bedroom–bedroom–” He insists.
They do not make it to the bedroom.
Avid drags Scott down with him onto the couch, giggling into their make-out, wrapping his arms around Scott’s shoulders, as if he could get any closer. Scott’s hands hold the sides of Avid’s face, settling on top of him, the weight so incredibly comfortable and hot and–Scott’s knee presses up against Avid’s clothed dick yet again, and he can’t help the keen that rips out of him. Scott grins into the kiss, lapping at Avid’s mouth for a moment before pulling away, sultry eyes scanning his face.
“God, you look so pretty. You enjoying yourself? S’ as if you’ve wanted this for a while.” Avid fervently nods, moving so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. Scott leans forward, just like that moment in the hall, lips brushing over his ear. Except this time Scott’s knee grinds against his erection, drawing repeated whines from him. “Bet you touched yourself, thinking of me. Did you cum with my name on your lips? Imagining me bending you over your bed, fucking you senseless?”
“Y-Yeah, yeah,” Avid nods violently again, moaning into Scott’s shoulder. Scott hums in amusement, leaning back and beginning to unbutton his own shirt. Getting the hint, Avid does the same, swiftly shirking off his pullover and undershirt, tossing them aside carelessly. Scott glances down and freezes, hand making an aborted movement toward his chest. What–oh. “Not what you were expecting?”
“You have piercings. You. Have piercings.” Scott makes a mixed sound, somewhere between utterly baffled and awed. “And tattoos??”
“I… yeah?” Avid shifts, self-consciousness pulling at him, heaving a little breath. “Is that fine? I, um, don’t–” He’s shut up yet again by Scott kissing him, hands roaming across Avid’s chest, fingers toying with the metal, sparks shooting through his body with each touch. Manicured nails scrape over his nipples, already incredibly sensitive in general feeling as if on fire, Avid’s entire body twitching beneath Scott. “Scott–mhn–”
Scott trails kisses down his jaw, back to his neck, returning to the already bruising bite mark. It distracts him as one of Scott’s hands slips down, down, until he jolts violently, Scott’s hand already snuck under his sweats, curled around his needy cock. Avid throws his head back into the couch’s arm, fingers grasping at the blanket draped over the cushions. Scott lazily pumps his fist, eyes dilated and fixated on him, watching his reactions and drinking in his sounds. Avid bucks his hips, whining, wanting, wanting, dropping his chin down again in order to look back at Scott as he dips down, mouthing over Avid’s nipples, tongue dragging against the cold metal. One hand busies itself with Avid’s dick, the other working on pulling down Avid’s sweats and boxers, both equally skilled at doing separate tasks. Unfair.
“S-Scott, Scott, close, I’m so close, ngh, please–” Avid’s nails find a new home in Scott’s back, and he grins against Avid’s chest, leaning back as his hand tightens and his strokes increase in speed, and the pressure builds and builds and builds–
Avid comes with a cry, Scott’s name dancing over his lips as he arches his back, cum spurting onto his stomach. Scott runs a hand over his dick a few more times, working him through it, before humming again in a satisfied manner. Avid sucks in a few, deep breaths, trying to wrangle himself back under control, when Scott leans forward and down. Avid’s brain sufficiently malfunctions as Scott drags his tongue up his stomach, lapping away the mess Avid had made, and–oh, God, he’s hard again. He didn’t even know he could do that.
“I-Isnt that, like… gross?” He asks, tentatively, and Scott lets out a surprised laugh, sharp and short.
“Here, why don’t you find out yourself?” Scott leans over him, pulling Avid into a kiss, and he’s bewildered at the taste of himself. Once Scott pulls away, Avid crinkles his nose a little.
“...Bitter.” Is all he says, and Scott laughs again, high and bright. Adoration and need flare up in his gut, grabbing at Scott’s face and pulling him nose-to-nose. “Now, you have a promise to uphold.”
Scott regains that lustful glint in his eye, pulling away for a moment to scan the room. He’s gone for only a moment, Avid fortunately still riding the high of his orgasm to not be too bothered by Scott getting up, returning with a bottle of lube, a few towels, and a condom, of which Avid eyes distastefully. Scott snickers at that.
“Mr. Paranoia-Extrordinaire doesn’t want to practice safe sex?” Scott’s tone is mocking, but it isn’t unkind, and Avid rolls his eyes.
“I’m clean, and I don’t doubt that you are too. Please, for the love of God, fuck me already.”
“Oooh, patience, patience! So demanding.” Regardless, Scott tosses the packet to the side, rolling out one of the towels over the blanket. Probably a good idea. “Loving the sudden confidence, dear.”
Dear. “I, oh–uh, hah-” So much for not being a stuttering mess. Avid huffs out a breath, quickly taking in a new one as Scott nudges his legs apart, popping the bottle open, lathering his fingers in the substance. Setting the bottle aside for now, Scott leans forward again, comfortable weight pinning him to the cushions as he draws Avid into another kiss, far more gentle than the previous ones. He understands why, as a finger works its way into him, his whines swallowed down by Scott. It’s uncomfortable, but in… a good way? He thinks?
“Doing so good for me,” Scott mumbles against his lips, praise twisting something in him, as discomfort slowly slips away. “So good.”
It isn’t long before a second finger joins the first, stretching him even further. It’s such an odd sensation, yet it sends such a thrill up his spine, resting his hands on Scott’s back, a grounding presence. Scott pulls away from the kiss, both of them breathless, and Avid leans forward, pressing his face between Scott’s neck and shoulder, pressing fleeting butterfly kisses along it. Scott sighs appreciatively, curling his fingers, spreading them apart, over and over until Avid’s breath begins hitching with pleasure, and then he slips in a third. Avid can’t help but dig his nails in, moaning quietly into Scott’s neck, quiet pleas murmured into his ear. He lets himself relax, rolling his hips carefully, dragging his nail when Scott’s fingers touch up against something. He rolls his hips again, and Scott catches on, fingers searching, pressing, everything. They brush against it again and Avid jerks, volume lurching as he keens for the second time that day, Scott’s weight keeping him from arching his back again. Scott nips at Avid’s shoulder as his fingers gently rub up against his prostate, eliciting moan after moan, Avid’s hips bucking in an aborted attempt of chasing pleasure. “Scott, please, m-more, more, I need you.”
Scott’s fingers withdraw, which is very much the opposite of what Avid wanted, taking away that pleasure with them. A bit of frustration stings at his eyes as he whinges, wanting, craving more.
“So impatient,” Scott practically purrs, the rasp in his voice making his chest rumble against Avid’s. He leans back, and Avid realizes that at some point he’d kicked off his jeans and boxers, and Avid shamelessly stares, mouth watering at the sight before him, taking in Scott’s curved dick. Would that fit? Fuck it, he’ll make it fit. Avid sits up, chasing after Scott’s presence, as he slicks his cock with the lube. Scott’s eyes flicker over him hungrily, hastily pulling Avid into his lap, leaning back as Avid leans forward, hips raised. “Good?”
“Better than ever.” Avid kisses him, pulling away and letting out a nervous breath. Scott gives him a gentle look, ever so careful, and guides the head of his dick to Avid’s hole. Avid leans his head forward, resting his forehead against Scott’s and squeezing his eyes shut, gasping as it presses, presses, presses, and then it slips in. It’s bigger than Scott’s fingers, like he expected, but it’s still a lot, sweat running down his back as tears build in his eyes. The preparation and lube help a lot, at least, Scott’s hands firmly planted over Avid’s hips as he pushes him further down, pushing further in, but Avid doesn’t give a single complaint. He’s got this, he’s got this. “Fuck, fuck, holy shit–” Scott pauses, but Avid immediately hisses out, “do not stop.”
He doesn’t, not until Avid is fully seated in Scott’s lap, hips pressing flush against each other, and Avid wheezes out a groan. God, it’s so much, but it feels so good.
“God, you look so pretty like this,” Scott lulls, accent so heavy that Avid nearly doesn’t understand him at first. “So perfect, with my cock in you, already so fucked-out and cock-drunk.”
“Yes, yes, nngh–fuck, Scott,” Avid experimentally rolls his hips, a broken moan tearing out of him, loud and needy and wanton. He does it again, this time raising his hips and lowering. Again and again, each time punctuated with a whine. “Please, please, move, move, I can’t, please, Scott.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Scott tightens his grip on Avid’s hips, thrusting lazily at first, dragging Avid down every time he raises himself up. His fingers are bound to leave bruises, at this rate, the idea of it bringing another keen to Avid’s lips. Obscenities slip past his mouth as Scott grinds into him in one thrust, starting to set a hard pace. It isn’t a fast pace, per se, but each thrust is snapped into him, making his whole body jolt with each one. Avid’s perfectly content with it, bouncing in time with Scott’s thrusts, leaning down in order to pull Scott into a messy, heated make-out. Teeth knock together, nipping at each other’s lips and tongues, and then Scott’s teeth snap a bit too hard and Avid tastes iron. Scott, evidently, does too, yet his tongue laps at the cut, before Scott’s lips encircle Avid’s bottom lip and sucks. Had Avid been in the right state of mind, he might’ve made a couple of accusations, but at the moment he very much was not, moaning loudly as Scott cleans away the blood he’d pulled from the puncture. Avid whines out Scott’s name, leaning away and throwing his head back in a loud cry as one of Scott’s rolling thrusts brush against his prostate, stars speckling his vision. Scott growls, a frustrated sound, and Avid lets out a bewildered yelp when he finds himself falling backward, landing heavily on the cushions once more, propped up by the couch arm. The laugh that had started bubbling in his throat is quickly twisted into a litany of garbled pleas as Scott hooks Avid’s legs up and around his waist and starts thrusting. There were certainly no holds barred, Scott slamming into him with abandon, teeth gritted and brow furrowed, hair clinging to sweat-soaked skin, and fuck Avid was so lucky. “So good, you feel so good, Avid, Avid, sweet Avid–” Scott pants, hands finding their place over Avid’s nipples, thumbs running over them over and over and over. Avid drags his fingers through the couch cushions, fighting for a grip, nothing more than a moaning mess as Scott pulls him apart at the seams, railing him into the couch. Scott leans forward, and Avid practically screams, each thrust relentlessly hitting against his prostate.
“Oh my God, oh my God, ScottScottScott, please, please–”
Scott sinks his teeth into Avid’s throat again, and again, littering it with bite mark after hickey after bite mark. A hand travels down to his weeping cock, wrapping around it once more, still slick with his previous orgasm, setting a brutal pace almost immediately. Tears stream down Avid’s face, body spasming over and over, coiling, coiling.
“Scott, closecloseclose, so close, yes, fuckfuckyesyesyes–SCOTT!”
Avid writhes, orgasming so hard he feels like he blacked out as Scott keeps going, thrusts lacking rhythm and almost seemingly feral before Scott hilts himself, coming to an abrupt stop as he rolls his hips, coming with a low, rumbling moan. They sit like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow, until everything becomes way too much and Avid lets out a pained hiss.
“Too much–too m-much, out, out–” Scott hastily pulls out and Avid winces with a groan, both pleasured and pained, collapsing bonelessly into the couch. “H-Holy fuck.”
Scott hums softly, acknowledging, sprawling across Avid, smushing him into the couch even further. “We should probably clean up.”
“Hn,” Avid buries his face in Scott’s hair, inhaling. “Comfy.”
“Sticky,” Scott corrects, but he makes no move to get up either. There’s a lull in conversation, the both of them settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the other’s warmth. It isn’t until Scott’s brow furrows that Avid tenses, waiting for the inevitable question. “So, were you serious about your reason for avoiding me?”
“Dude,” Avid glances down to look at Scott’s head on his chest. “You just f-fucked my brains out, and you’re asking that?” Scott just shrugs against him, and Avid gives a staggered breath. “Y-Yeah. I was serious. How was I meant to look you in the eye a-after jacking off to y-you, three times?”
Scott pauses, blinking slowly. There’s a long moment before Scott speaks again. “...Did you not realize I was flirting with you? Like, that whole time?”
“You–You were what.”
Scott lifts his head, staring at him incredulously. “Avid.”
“Wh–You f-flirt with everyone! Why the hell would you flirt w-with me?! I threw garlic at you!”
“Because you’re cute? Garlic throwing is a pretty direct way to my heart, I guess.” Scott shrugs, eyeing him with a bemused frown. “Even if I am allergic.”
“That sounds like something a vampire would say.”
Scott snorts, rolling his eyes in amusement. “I just had my teeth in your neck, and you still think I’m a vampire?”
“I dunno… you seemed pretty bite-y!” Avid lets out a little laugh,
“Rich coming from the one who was thoroughly enjoying it.” Scott nips at Avid’s exposed belly, eliciting another giggle.
“Maybe I just have a thing for vampires,” Avid hums, smiling happily at Scott. He pauses, shifting, and wincing. “Oh, God, ow. Regretting things, now. My ass hurts n’ feels. Icky.”
Scott laughs this time, a delightful sound that Avid would love to hear again and again. He reaches up, gently tugging Avid in for a kiss, far different from the ones shared in the heat moments ago. Felt more… loving. Endearing. Avid leans into it. “Okay, we should really clean up. I kicked poor Shelby out, I doubt she’d want to come back to the living room a wreck.”
“Can’t.” Avid dramatically goes limp. “Jelly. I’m jelly, now.”
He gets another laugh as Scott untangles himself from Avid’s grasp, beginning to gather up the scattered articles of clothing. He heaves himself to his feet, only nearly falling over like, five times, and helps with wiping things down and gathering up the towels. He’s completely fine with letting Scott guide him into the shower to clean each other up. It feels… so unexpectedly domestic. It’s nice.
He could get used to this.