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"Behave yourself this year, Corey," Red's mom said, pulling him down into a hug and dropping a kiss on his cheek. "I can't believe this is the last time we're going to be helping you move in here." She cupped his face in her hands. "My little boy, all grown up and on his own."
"Mom," Red complained, covering her hands with his. "I'll be fine. I'm not all alone, I've got Tony." He looked over at where his boyfriend was getting a lecture from his dad about grades, his face softening.
"I know that look," Red's dad said, stepping in for his own hug. "And the two of you will be fine. You're both willing to work at anything that comes up."
Before his mom could react to the veiled dig with one of her own, Red hurriedly said, "It's a long drive for both of you. Shouldn't you be heading out?"
"Oh, don't play innocent, we know you just want to be alone with Tony," his mom teased. "One last kiss." He bent to accept it. "You're on your own now, Corey. Make us proud."
"I will," he promised, walking with them to the door. Tony managed to maneuver his own parents in the same direction, and soon the two of them were waving goodbye to the whole gaggle. As soon as Red thought they could get away with it, he closed the door and grinned wickedly down at Tony. "No roommates, no parents, no teammates or coaches or librarians in sight. What should we do first?"
Tony swatted at him, laughing. "We can start with you and those pillows my mom brought!"
"You don't think you'll need to hang onto them?" Red asked innocently. Tony swatted at him again and Red turned to present his ass better. "Not even - mmmm - not even a little?"
Tony peppered his bottom with swats just hard enough to sting, fast enough that glowing warmth started to build up. Without stopping, he reached around with one hand to fumble with Red's belt. Red tried to help, but Tony batted his hands away. "Uh-uh. You were so... 'helpful' with the pillows earlier, you don't have to help now."
Biting his lip to keep from smiling, Red looked over his shoulder at him, trying to look contrite. "But what if I'm really sorry?" He leaned against the wall, arching his back just enough to put his ass in prime position.
He could see Tony swallow and have to regather his thoughts. "You will be," he managed after a second. It took him a minute, swatting with his free hand all the while, but he finally dropped Red's pants and underwear to the ground. Red kicked them off but left them where they landed - there was no one to complain, he would get them once his other needs weren't so... Pressing.
He started to stroke himself, but Tony gave him a proper swat. "I don't think so," Tony chided. "Naughty boys don't get to get themselves off that easy."
Red was all set to complain, but then Tony's hand was on his cock, and the ability to form words deserted him. The only sounds he seemed capable of producing were desperate little noises, caught between the pain Tony was stoking in his ass, and the pleasure he was stoking in his cock.
Suddenly, just when Red could feel the muscles in his belly start to tighten, Tony stopped both. "Tone!" he protested, looking back over his shoulder again.
Tony just smirked at him, shedding his own clothes. "You didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?" he teased. "I think you need to test how good those pillows are to hold on to, if it was important enough to mention earlier."
Red snorted and pulled his shirt off, dropping it carelessly to the floor as he moved toward the couch. "One little joke…" He bent over the back of it, wiggling his butt deliberately, knowing exactly how Tony usually reacted to the sight.
"Fuck, Red." Tony's groan was everything he could have wanted, and then Tony's hands were on his ass, and Red just about melted. Yes. This was everything they had hoped for when they'd signed up for one of the private apartments.
Bzzzzzzz.
"Do you have any idea how—"
Bzzzzzzz.
Red raised his head, looking over towards the scattered clothes by the door. Through the denim of his jeans, he could see his phone, lit up and obviously responsible for the persistent buzzing. "Leave it," he said, "It's probably just one of the guys." He pressed back against Tony's hands.
Bzzzzzzz.
"Red, shouldn't you…? It might be important if they're calling instead of texting."
Bzzzzzzz.
"Nothing any of them come up with is more important than this, Tone, I am dying here."
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Tony laughed and swatted him, his other hand slipping under him right where Red wanted. "Are you?" he asked, with one agonizingly slow stroke. He pressed up against Red, just as hard. "What if I make you wait? I could just—"
There was a pounding on the door. "Fucking hell," Red groaned. "Maybe they'll leave if we just ignore them." He pressed back against Tony, enjoying the sharp intake of breath as his ass rubbed against Tony's cock. "Come on, Tone, you know you want—"
Bzzzzzzz.
"Jesus Christ," Red complained as the knocking on the door continued. "It's worse than the dorm."
Bzzzzzzz.
Tony peeled himself off Red, petting his ass with one hand before going to the door and peering out the peephole. "Oh shit."
Bzzzzzzz.
"What?"
"It's your dad!"
Bzzzzzzz.
"The fuck?!" Red had never gone soft faster in his entire life, and the speed at which he went from the couch to the door to look out himself probably shattered world records. "Oh, fuck."
Bzzz. Bzzz.
He fumbled hurriedly for clothes, Tony snatching up his own and sprinting for the bedroom, safely out of sight. Swearing under his breath, Red hauled jeans into place, decided that his shirt was more trouble than it was worth, and ripped open the door. "Dad. Hey. Uh. What's up, I thought you were headed home."
"Hard to get anywhere without my keys, I think I set them down on your table." He looked Red up and down, then gave him a deadpan look. "Couldn't wait to get started, huh?"
Red could feel his face flaming. "Dad!"
"Don't worry, I'll be gone in just a second. You and Tony can get back to… Whatever you were doing." Red could see his dad's eyes land on the couch, and somehow his face felt even hotter.
"We weren't– You don't– It was just—"
His dad came back with his car keys and reached up to ruffle Red's hair. "No need to explain, Sport. Your old man wasn't always old, you know."
Red wasn't even sure that the noise he produced was human. That was an image he didn't need in his mind. Sure, he knew in theory how both he and Josh had come about, but that didn't mean his dad needed to talk about it! He wasn't completely recovered from the devastating thought of his dad having sex until after the door clicked close behind him.
Tony poked his head out from the bedroom. "He's gone, right?"
Red buried his face in his hands. "I can never look at him again," he said. "I'll have to change my name and move to California."
"I like Maine better," Tony said, catching his arm and towing him back into the bedroom. "C'mon, you'll be fine. You were the one making jokes at me when my mother was here."
"That's different."
Tony pushed him until he fell back onto the bed. "How?" he demanded, pulling off Red's jeans and underwear and tossing them aside.
Red couldn't quite help his grin. "When I did it, it was funny."
Tony swatted his hip. "No it wasn't!"
Red laughed and pulled Tony down on top of him. "Was so. Your face, sweetheart. She didn't even hear."
Tony struggled in Red's hold, not hard enough to actually risk freeing himself. Red rolled over, pinning Tony to the mattress beneath him, his cock starting to reawaken despite his recent psychological trauma. Red drank in the sight of Tony wiggling underneath him, all toned muscles under tanned skin. He bent to give Tony a deep kiss, then pulled back just a little. "What do you think your teammates will say if you show up to the first practice with a hickey?"
"Don't you dare!" Tony said immediately. His blush went all the way down to his chest and Red admired it until Tony managed a quick twist away from him.
They wrestled for a few minutes without either of them gaining the upper hand, turning the previously immaculately made bed into a disheveled tangle of sheets and blankets. Finally, Red had a brilliant idea, and instead of trying to pin Tony again, he slipped his hand between his legs, finding Tony's cock and starting to stroke it.
He was used to having to do this in brief moments, a sock left on a dorm room door or ducking into an empty room or closet for a quick moment together. Being able to take his time was a novelty, and Red took advantage of it. He started slow, mentally cataloging every hitch in Tony's breath, every twitch in his muscles, the way he grabbed at the sheets when Red dragged his thumb over the head of his cock.
He knew how to get Tony off fast, but he had never been able to pay this much attention to his reactions. Tony was always vocal and active during spankings, but in the past, he'd mostly been able to keep himself contained when Red was getting him off. Given the privacy of their apartment, Tony wasn't covering his mouth anymore, and the sounds he was making were going straight to Red's achingly hard cock.
"Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are, sweetheart?" Red asked, nuzzling Tony's neck while his hand continued to work his cock. Unable to resist, he chose a spot just under Tony's jawline, kissing it lightly before sucking hard enough to guarantee a good mark for a few days. Tony's moan, and the way his cock jumped in Red's hand, suggested that despite previous objections, Tony was just as into it as Red was.
Exceedingly pleased with himself, Red slid down the bed, trailing kisses along Tony's neck and chest as he went. The helpless whimper and muscles tightening as he reached Tony's nipple made him stop and re-evaluate his plan. "Oh, you like that don't you!" he said with wicked glee at his new discovery. He flicked Tony's other nipple with the hand that wasn't working his cock, and was rewarded with another one of those whimpers and a spurt of pre-come.
He stopped stroking, clamping his hand around the base of Tony's cock instead, just hard enough to help hold back an orgasm, and focused his attention completely on Tony's nipples, licking-sucking-biting at one with his mouth while his hand teased the other, rolling it between his fingers until Tony was thrashing beneath him, panting, swearing, begging for Red to get on with it.
Finally, Red took pity on him. One-two-three quick strokes was all it took to push Tony over the edge, and not much more before Red followed. He let himself collapse onto his side next to Tony, both of them blissed out and happy to drift for a while. Red watched Tony breath, his chest rising and falling in a still-ragged rhythm, his much-attended-to nipples prominent and more than a little reddened. Lazily, Red flicked at the nearest one, and Tony shuddered, his depleted cock giving a slight twitch of interest already.
"You're going to kill me," Tony accused, not sounding at all unhappy about the prospect. Without getting up, he shimmied down the bed until he could kiss Red. "We never did test out those pillows," he said when they came up for air.
"There'll be time," Red said. "You're going to look so cute over my lap, wiggling and kicking and trying to hold—" Tony shut him up with another kiss.
"You're testing them first," he reminded Red when they broke apart again. "So let's talk about how cute you're going to look while I paddle your butt and you—ohhhhhh." Red started toying with his nipples again and Tony melted.
But it was only a minute or so before Tony mustered the strength to push his hand away. "We should clean up," he said, sitting up and grimacing at the mess on his belly. "Maybe we can try out the shower while we're in there." He slid off the bed and caught Red's hand, pulling him along without too much struggle.
Red found the washcloth stash first from where their moms had placed it—there was a suspicious number of them, and Red carefully did not think about why they might have assumed so many would be necessary—and wet it, wiping down Tony first and then himself. Tossing the washcloth into the hamper, he pulled Tony to stand with him in front of the mirror, admiring the view from a new angle.
"Oh, you asshole," Tony said suddenly, half-laughing as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He tilted his head to get a better view of his neck. "Fuck, I'm going to have to skip practice, the guys'll go nuts if I show up with this."
Red crowded behind him, his hands cupping Tony's ass and squeezing. "Oh yeah? Want to start the year off all bruised up from your coach? I'll enjoy the view at least." He smirked, entirely unrepentant.
"I'll bruise you," Tony muttered, trying unsuccessfully to find some way of holding his head that made the burgeoning hickey less noticeable.
"Could give you a matching one so you don't look lopsided," Red offered, one finger stroking down the other side of Tony's neck.
Tony reached back to slap the side of his thigh. "That's it, where's the boxes with the paddles? Maybe you'll behave if your ass is on the line."
"Hasn't worked so far," Red said, turning Tony around to kiss him and then pulling him back towards their bedroom. "But there's always a first time."