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Noah stands on the outskirts of the party, observing his peers with a neutral look. He’s trying not to make the hopeless dread of high school exclusion evident on his face and instead summons his best look of superiority.
Geoff’s annual Halloween party has been the event of the year since they were all sophomores. Noah had never actually been invited to one himself until now, but he had heard the urban legends and seen the low-quality Snapchat videos. He knew that this was the time when couples hooked up and friendships dissolved and teens got black-out drunk for the first time in their lives.
The party's been going on for about an hour, and Noah's disappointed with how underwhelming it's been thus far. Maybe I'm still too sober. Noah doesn’t drink often. He hates hangovers and he hates losing control of himself. Tonight, though, he’s nursing a canned beer — mostly because it’s the only thing with a sealed top. No way is he risking getting drugged by the suspicious-looking bathtub full of jungle juice in the downstairs bathroom.
He had come with Owen, but his friend was off doing a kegstand in the backyard. Noah doesn’t want to stay welded to Owen’s side the entire time anyway, his buddy thrives at parties while he very clearly does not. There’s a reason this is his first year being invited. Noah glances into the living room. There’s some sort of drinking game going on with a group of cheerleaders as they watch some Netflix teen drama. Besides that, everyone is simply talking amongst themselves while a blunt intermittently gets passed around the circle. Every free space for sitting is claimed, from the armrests to the side tables to the edges of the carpet.
Alejandro’s seated firmly on the left-most cushion of the couch, an ankle on his knee and an arm draped just above where Heather is sitting. He’s the very goddamned portrait of high school royalty. It makes Noah feel nauseous just looking at him and his effortless demeanor. His green eyes are glittering under the LED Halloween garlands strung across the house. The bastard's not even wearing a costume, just a silk red shirt and a pair of nicely tailored jeans. He has a ridiculously keen understanding of what ratio of buttoned-to-unbuttoned flatters his chest the best. Noah's jealous. Half the time he can't even match his shirt buttons to the right holes.
Noah looks away. If he were caught staring, it would only make things worse for him.
When Alejandro initially transferred to Wawanakwa High, Noah didn't give two shits about him. Why would he? They had several classes together, sure, but Alejandro always hung around with popular people like Courtney and Heather. Noah was used to only being regarded as the token Asian nerd. Alejandro had no reason to pay attention to him, just as he had no reason to pay attention to Alejandro.
Well, until the sabotage started happening.
Noah takes his grades pretty seriously, as much as he pretends to be apathetic. He’s not a constant study freak like Courtney, sure, but he’s had a firm grasp on his class’ valedictorian spot since freshman year, and he’s not about to lose it now. A prestigious role like that would benefit his college applications greatly. He always tries to turn in his best work, not out of passion for the class itself but rather for the sake of his grades.
Therefore, when Noah checked his grades in mid-September and saw a zero for a take-home essay he’s sure he had turned in, he was confused.
He voiced his concerns to his English teacher, who seemed non-plussed.
“You didn’t turn it in, Noah.” Mr. Miller shrugged. “I can’t grade something that doesn’t exist.”
“But I did turn it in ,” he said emphatically, hating the way he’s having to degrade himself by arguing with a teacher.
“Look, I’ll give you a break this time, and I won’t take off late points. But you need to keep better track of your things.”
The incident really set Noah off. The paper was required to be hand-written, so he had to do the entire thing over again by hand, wasting a good hour he could have spent getting ahead in another class. More importantly, he knew he turned it in straight to the teacher. What happened?
Initially, Noah assumed it was Mr. Miller’s fault, but the same thing happened only a few days later, this time in his biology class with a lab report. He had to start turning in his assignments directly to the teacher at the end of class to ensure they kept track of them.
After that, his assignments stopped going missing, but another suspicious event began to occur instead. Every time Noah took a quiz in any of his classes, all his teachers would force him to take it right next to their desks.
“I got an anonymous tip that you’ve been cheating on some of your quizzes. I’m not accusing you of anything, just taking preventative measures as I would if any other student were to receive these allegations. If you aren’t cheating, it shouldn’t matter where you take the quiz,” his Chemistry teacher explained to him.
Noah was irritated. Somebody was obviously sabotaging him — but who ?
He knew the person in question was probably somebody who wanted to knee-cap him academically. Class ranks weren’t visible to students, though, so he hacked into the school’s records to see which students were ranked high enough to where they would gain an advantage by undermining him. There, in small font, he saw it: Rank #2 — Alejandro Burromuerto.
This still wasn’t enough proof. He used another exploit to give him access to his chemistry teacher’s Google account. Scrolling through, he managed to find an email from Alejandro. The subject line read Concerns about another student’s academic dishonesty .
Fuck.
Noah started paying special attention to rank number two from that point forward. He hadn’t noticed this before, but Alejandro stared at him a lot in class. They weren’t the sort of looks you would give someone you had a crush on, either. His stares were calculating and cold, like he was scanning Noah for some sort of disadvantage to exploit. Fueled by frustration over the last few weeks, he immediately started a confrontation as soon as their shared class ended.
“Hey,” he called out. “Alejandro!”
“Noah?” The eel turned to face the bookworm, plastering a deceptive smile on his face. “To what do I owe the pleasure of speaking with you?”
“Cut the crap. I know what you’ve been doing.”
“Oh?” The bell rang, but Noah stayed still as the hallway around them began to empty.
“Don’t try to play innocent. You took my assignments, didn’t you?”
Alejandro shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I told you to stop playing innocent,” Noah said, frustrated that he has to look up at Alejandro due to their height difference. “I know you told my teachers I was cheating, too.”
“Calm down, chico. I promise, I wouldn’t do such a thing.”
Noah rolled his eyes, slamming his bookbag on the ground and rifling through his things before pulling out a printed copy of Alejandro’s email. “Really? You wouldn’t ? What is this, then?”
Alejandro’s friendly smile drops. “You’re poking around where you shouldn’t be.” His voice suddenly went low and insidious.
Noah scoffed, opening his mouth to make a retort. Before he could speak, though, Alejandro suddenly and smoothly turned to face Noah, stance tall and eyes sharp. The hallway they were in was completely empty by this point. Nobody noticed when the charmer pushed Noah by the shoulders and pinned him to one of the lockers lining the walls. The bookworm winced as a metallic bang reverberated. “Are you going to tell anybody? Get your brutish friend to beat me up?” He braced himself for a punch, a kick in the balls, anything, and screwed his eyes shut, but after a moment, nothing happened.
“Answer me, Noah.”
“I’m not gonna tell Eva to jump you,” he said, “but I’m not going to let you sabotage me like that.”
“I want you to look at me.” Noah obeyed and opened his eyes. Alejandro tilted his head up by the chin, green eyes narrowed. “Enjoy being valedictorian while you can. Trust me, it is not going to last.”
Then, Alejandro smiled pleasantly and released him. “Let’s go to class now, shall we? We’re late enough as it is.”
The incident only riled Noah up more. He was filled with enough spite to retaliate ten-fold. In their Speech class, Alejandro had a research presentation on the history of a specific airplane. Noah stayed up all night memorizing details on his subject and asked ridiculously specific questions Alejandro had no way of answering, phrasing them in a way that made them seem simple. He took pride in the way Alejandro was left looking unprepared in front of the class.
His academic rival didn’t take this too kindly and combatted by persuading some of the kids in their chemistry class to switch partners, resulting in Noah being paired up with Staci, a dim-witted chatterbox. The nerd took revenge in turn by adding a foreign chemical into Alejandro’s solution while his back was turned, making his experiment literally blow up in his face.
The two matched wits pretty well, Noah found. Every time he seemed to get ahead, Alejandro was there to trip him up or give a perfectly-matched retort to his witty banter.
The crazy thing is, Noah didn’t even really care about being valedictorian after a certain point.
The part about their rivalry he always fixates on is that thrill of outsmarting Alejandro and the looming threat of being cornered again. He finds himself constantly replaying that moment of being shoved onto the locker. Specifically, he thinks about the sensation of being pinned by the shoulders and the ridiculously embarrassing boner he had sprung as a result of it. God, I do not want to unpack what that says about me.
He stops reminiscing and steals a look over at Alejandro — only to see that the charmer is already looking at him. Noah looks away, panicked, and tosses his can into the recycling bin. He speeds to the kitchen to chug another one, his heart pounding from the accidental eye contact. A pair of wannabes who always dress identically — Satie and Kadie, or maybe Katie and Sadie — look over at him strangely. He glares back and takes another beer upstairs. Coming here was a bad idea.
He passes by a few rooms. The master bedroom is locked, likely a precaution taken by Geoff's parents. Another room is occupied by Geoff himself, and Bridgette. Noah rolls his eyes and shuts it for them, so nobody else has the misfortune of seeing what he just saw. The last room seems to be an office of sorts, with a green loveseat and a desktop setup in the corner. Noah chooses this room, settling on the couch and pulling his weathered copy of Catcher in the Rye from his bag. He’s rereading it for their upcoming English unit to refresh his understanding and ensure he stays ahead of the rest of the class.
Noah picks up where he left off but quickly finds himself unable to get past the same paragraph after nearly three minutes of reading. Maybe it’s the roar of the party downstairs, maybe it’s the fact that he’s nursing his third beer of the night. Regardless, he’s distracted.
“You’re so pretentious . Reading at a party? Really?”
He looks up, startled. Alejandro’s leaning on the doorway, an amused glint in his eyes from catching his academic rival off-guard. Noah puts himself back on the offensive and scowls. “What are you doing up here?”
“Bathroom.” Alejandro’s eyes flit down toward the book in his classmate’s lap. Something about the way his eyes rake against him makes Noah feel uneasy.
“Isn’t there one downstairs?”
“I didn’t want to go in the same room as the jungle juice. It felt wrong somehow.”
Noah grunts and tries to go back to running through that same tired paragraph of Catcher, hoping Alejandro gets the message and leaves. Unfortunately, he doesn’t.
“Why are you even here if you’re just going to read? Although, I suppose it does make sense. Someone of your caliber is much too smart to socialize with those of such below-average intelligence.” Alejandro controls his inflection carefully, bucking and bowing his tone to match his words. Goddamned eel.
“Stop trying to rile me up,” Noah says. “I’ve become immune to it.” He pinches a magnetized bookmark onto the side of the page and shuts his book so hard it makes a noise discernable amongst the roar of the party downstairs.
Alejandro’s smirking again. “Your actions speak louder than your words, amigo .”
Noah groans and takes a swig from his open beer. “Whatever. I’m not your fucking friend.”
“Feigning nonchalance won’t get you anywhere.”
“Yeah, yeah. Listen, I thought we had a silent agreement to keep this academic rivalry bullshit at school. I really don’t like that I’m talking to you on my own time.”
Alejandro takes the opportunity to shut the door behind him. The cacophony of teenage shouts that had been permeating the air becomes muffled, contained. “Sorry to intrude. I’m sure you were having a wonderful time up here alone.”
“I was.”
The charmer sits right next to Noah, sequestered in the middle seam of the loveseat even though there’s a solid foot-and-a-half of room between Alejandro and the other armrest. He’s sitting just like he was in the thick of the party — except now his arm is rested right above Noah’s head rather than Heather’s.
“What are you supposed to be, anyway?” Noah looks to his left, watching Alejandro’s green eyes scan the entirety of his outfit, from the loose scarf around his neck to the thick black turtleneck sweater that sits lopsided on his lithe frame to the long gray skirt that barely exposes his unshaved calves. “You look just as frumpy as usual. The bangs aren’t bad, though.” Noah reaches out a hand to brush them out of his eyes self-consciously.
“Allison Reynolds. The Breakfast Club. It’s not that hard to guess.”
“For someone so judgemental of the high school social hierarchy,” Alejandro comments, his tone even, “you sure aren’t trying to subvert the pompous bookworm label.”
“It’s already been imposed on me anyway. Even if I cared, it wouldn’t change the way people perceive me.” It sounds weak, even to him. If only Gwen were around to feed me lines, Noah thinks. She eats that kind of social commentary bullshit up.
“I don’t think of you the same way as I used to,” Alejandro says offhandedly. The warmth from his stretched arm radiates onto the other teen. He’s just barely not touching him, but the possibility of the gap being bridged makes the nerd’s stomach twist with anxiety.
“Oh?” He plays along. Noah finds that he likes this feeling of being on the cusp of something new.
“You just seemed to be another lazy smart kid. I thought I knew your genre of student. The type who flies under the radar in class but somehow ends up acing every single test that is distributed. But once I began gunning for your firm valedictorian seat, this — passion rose from you.” Alejandro’s voice rises. “You started going toe-to-toe with me. Asking those ridiculous questions after I gave presentations. Making those comments whenever I spoke out in class. Not to mention that bathroom graffiti you did. You’re quite a good artist.”
For a second, Noah wonders if he’s misread the situation greatly and is about to get beaten up. Maybe he should have persuaded Eva to accompany him to the party. he could really use a bodyguard. “Dunno how you even found out about that one.”
“There are only so many bathrooms in the school. On top of the fact that I have few male enemies, and that you added a helpful label in your distinct handwriting right next to my portrait, it wasn’t too difficult to find out.” He finally drops his arm from above the couch to pull out his phone. A caricature of Alejandro with devil horns is displayed for a few seconds before the charmer himself zooms emphatically on the phrase eel! , scribbled in what is indeed Noah’s penmanship.
“Did you seriously have to make it your Twitter profile picture, though?”
“Don’t be so modest , Noah. I’m giving you recognition for your talents. I especially loved the way you used a green permanent marker to shade my eyes. I’m glad you think so much about my likeness that you took the time to make the colors accurate.”
“Fuck off.”
Alejandro laughs, more due to amusement than anything else. “Point is, I didn’t think you had it in yourself to challenge me like that. I thought toppling you would be easy.”
Noah rolls his eyes. “Your ego is deafening.”
Alejandro’s hand drifts to Noah’s thigh, the motion smooth and perfectly executed. “Yes. and?”
His thumb spins circles on skirt-covered skin. Noah can barely hold back his shudder of pleasure. The cheap fabric of his costume doesn’t muffle the sensation of touch the way that his usual clothes do.
Noah scoffs. He keeps his arms staunchly folded and stares up at Alejandro through his eyelashes. Due to the height disadvantage, he’s gotta play up the few methods of intimidation he’s got. “You’re doing that seduction thing I always see — er, hear people talking about.”
“My,” Alejandro croons, “someone has had their eyes on me for a while.”
Noah’s face heats up. “Well, it’s not my fault you’re always gallivanting around with girls when it benefits your self-interest. I saw how you messed with Heather’s head when she was running against you for class president.”
Alejandro hums, unfairly casual about the situation while Noah falls to pieces under his touch. “Yes, politics are often messy.” His hand dances dangerously close toward the area between the nerd's legs.
“It’s not — you’re wasting your time. Your romancing is not going to change the fact that I’m gonna graduate top of the class, and you’re just going to be my little salutatorian.” His voice pitches higher with every other syllable. “Stop it.”
“Alright.” Alejandro relents, pulling his hand away immediately.
“Good,” Noah says.
“Anything to please you,” he says quietly, his voice low as he projects the sound into Noah’s ear. The bookworm squirms, glad his sweater is just long enough to cover his tented boxers. “Maybe being salutatorian isn’t so bad. I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the special graduation gown.”
“Well, I’m g-glad you’re coming to terms —”
“After all, the flowy material is so easy to access that it would make the post-graduation celebration much less stressful on the both of us.”
Fuck.
Noah shifts again, accidentally rubbing his cock against his own thigh. He keeps holding Alejandro’s glance, trying his best for his arousal not to peak through his facade. His academic rival still has that amused-yet-devious glance on his face, except now his pupils are so blown they almost turn his green irises black.
The bastard’s enjoying this.
Fine. Two can play this game.
“You’d be wearing the same gown, you know,” Noah drawls, tone dry as ever. “And as valedictorian, I feel as though it would only be right if I got to enjoy the first-place prize instead.”
Alejandro’s eyes widened, surprised at Noah’s forwardness. “You wouldn’t know what to do, mojigato. ”
Noah rolls his eyes. “Please. You don’t know me as well as you think.”
“Oh?” Alejandro says, leaning closer.
“I’m not a virgin or anything,” Noah says, slightly awkward in his delivery.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Heather outed me as gay in like, the ninth grade. You won’t believe how many times I’ve been prepositioned. I’m not entirely convinced you’re not just hitting me up for some experimentation right now.”
“I’m not,” he says, almost too quick to dispel his rival’s assumption. “Who have you… been with?”
“What’s it to you? Maybe I’ve had the whole football team run a train on me.”
“ Have you?”
“No,” Noah snorts. “But you seem jealous.”
“It’s just a curiosity.”
“I’ve only ever been with Duncan. He was mad because Courtney dumped him for his best friend, so he kept showing up to the library and messing with my stuff during study hall until I got worked up to make a scene and get detention with him.” Noah almost sounds bored. “He jerked me off under the table and then he fucked me in the backseat of his dad’s sports car once the punishment ended.”
Now, it’s Alejandro’s turn to be flustered. “You’re… awfully casual. I thought you were too uptight to get laid.”
“How’s that for subversion?” Noah’s hand is suddenly stroking the fly of Alejandro’s pants. Were his fingers always so long and delicate? “It only happened like, five more times —”
“ Five?”
“— and then he threatened to pierce my nipples if it ever got out.”
Alejandro seems to regain his tact. “I think it could suit you.”
“Really?”
“You’d look good in anything.”
Frustrated by the ceaseless banter, Noah leans forward to capture Alejandro in a kiss. so desperate that he overextends the angle by a few degrees and bumps his hooked nose with Alejandro’s. Still, the man in question has no hesitations, returning the gesture immediately.
Noah shifts his hands to grab onto the charmer’s wrists, pushing him so his head rests on the other armrest and securing Alejandro’s arms so they bracket his face. Eager to keep up, Alejandro’s serpentine tongue snakes into Noah’s mouth. He moans at the sensation before whining as his rival pulls back.
“ Muy lindo ,” he says, drinking in the sight of Noah’s mussed hair and sex-crazed eyes.
“What?”
“You’re such a fucking tease , Noah. I mean it.” Alejandro’s hands are still pinned, so he settles for thrusting his hips up to create contact with Noah’s erection, smiling when the action generates the anticipated response. “Every day at school I can see you undressing me with your eyes. You’re a pervert. You’re so depraved it’s ridiculous.” He chuckles. “And apparently, you’ve been whoring around on school property. How would the principal feel if he knew the promising young man delivering this year’s graduation speech was such a little slut?” Alejandro pushes against Noah’s grip until their positions are reversed and the bookworm is the one restrained to the loveseat’s armrest.
“You — fuck…” he whimpers defeatedly as Alejandro rakes his fingers under his sweater. Noah dutifully raises his arms as the garment is peeled off of him, revealing a white lace camisole underneath.
“Were you preparing for a situation like this?”
“No!” Noah says, sharply. “It came — it came with the um, costume. Okay?”
Alejandro chuckles. “You look so pretty and innocent. Too bad your skirt is so cheap, it makes you look like a whore.”
Noah follows Alejandro’s gaze and groans when he sees that his bulge is extremely visible through the thin material of the skirt.
“This is so embarrassing,” Noah says as Alejandro runs his fingers against the area where the fabric is the tightest.
“It’s definitely favorable for me,” he says, sliding his hands under the skirt and drawing his fingers up to Noah’s boxers. Alejandro preserves modesty, though, and keeps his movements secret under the protection of the draping material. “I really wish you matched the lace tank with your panties, though.”
“Fuck off. I’m not a girl , you eel.”
“Your voice is driving me insane ,” Alejandro purrs. “You’re so cute when you whine in that raspy voice of yours, mi amor .”
Noah flushes, sinking deeper into the couch. “Thanks, m i a-moray .”
Alejandro just laughs, the sound just as smooth as the movements under his skirt. He’s flitting delicate touches along the interior of his thighs and stroking the bones of his hip where they jut out from thin skin. Noah’s breath hitches and before he can control himself, he’s crying out moans of pleasure.
“Such a filthy mouth.” Alejandro removes his left hand from its place right above Noah’s fabric-clad cock and cradles his partner's face before sticking his thumb into his gaping mouth. Noah sucks obediently and closes his eyes. “Keep them open,” Alejandro commands, and Noah obeys, his half-lidded eyes saturated with pleasure.
“Stop teasing me,” Noah complains, his voice muffled by a thumb still. “Just — just do it already.”
“Do what?” Alejandro says innocently, drawing his finger across Noah’s pubic bone.
“Touch my cock ,” he cries. “I can’t hold myself back any longer, I’m gonna paint my boxers like a fucking middle schooler.”
Alejandro chuckles. Noah makes a move to grab his dick himself, but Alejandro interlocks their fingers. His academic rival is reduced to a pathetic state, gyrating to try and get any sort of friction between his legs. Alejandro is prepared for this too, pinning Noah’s thighs down with his stocky legs. The skirt has ridden up to the point where his boxers are completely visible.
“If only our teachers could see the top two students in the grade now.”
“I would rather not talk about our teachers at this moment,” he breathes. “ Please, I’m begging you, let me cum already. Please , Alejandro.”
His raspy voice folds around his name beautifully. Alejandro smiles, pulling down Noah’s boxers and unpinning his thighs to remove them entirely. His rival’s cock flips up, eager and throbbing and leaking precum from the tip. Alejandro wipes the fluid with his thumb, still wet with Noah’s saliva.
The bookworm groans as his classmate slides his sinfully warm mouth onto Noah’s awaiting member. Alejandro suctions his cheeks as tight as possible and sinks his head deeply, intent to make the experience unforgettable. His hands move in tandem with his mouth, stroking Noah’s thighs and fondling the base of his shaft.
Noah tries to think the most unsexy thoughts possible in order to stave off his orgasm and preserve the sensation for as long as possible. As great as it feels now, he understands the procedure that occurs when hooking up with guys at school who are well-known for dating women. There is no way Alejandro Burromuerto is ever going to give a loser such as himself a gratuitous blowjob ever again. He’s got to make it last.
“Enjoying yourself down there?” Noah teases in between his feathered moans.
Alejandro’s green eyes shoot up, meeting Noah’s but never halting in his movements. He doesn’t respond, instead opting to speed up his mouth movements and quicken his strokes.
Noah gasps, gripping onto the couch cushion for purchase as his orgasm hits him suddenly. “Fuck, Alejandro, I’m — shit, there’s no tissues or anything. I guess you could just — oh my god ,” he whimpers, train of thought dissipating as Alejandro tightens his mouth and sinks deeper onto his cock. Noah shudders with a groan as he comes, eyes rolling back as he finishes in Alejandro’s mouth, who swallows obediently. Noah’s semen tastes salty but not awful, though there’s an abundance of it that comes out after all that teasing. He makes a show of licking Noah’s cock clean, keeping direct eye contact the entire time.
“ Fuck, you’re so hot,” Noah whines, chest rising up and down as he reaches out a hand to scritch Alejandro’s hair. The feeling of nails against scalp is pleasant, so he keeps his head down a little longer than he has to and lets his long hair tickle Noah’s quickly-hardening dick.
Alejandro finally gives his classmate some reprieve and stops, moving back up to press his lips to the corner of Noah’s mouth. They kiss sort of lazily for a few minutes before Noah pulls back to orient himself, eyes closed. Alejandro takes the opportunity to admire his handiwork in full. He's reduced the school snark into a quivering schoolboy. The warm lighting of the office causes Noah's surprisingly long eyelashes to cast spidery shadows against reddened cheeks. The sight is oddly captivating. He cards back his classmate's disheveled hair with fondness.
The charmer shifts his focus over to Noah’s barren neck. Somehow, his scarf had fallen off in the midst of his orgasm. Alejandro presses his lips right under his ear, causing the bookworm to react quickly. He trails kisses and licks toward the base of Noah’s neck, taking quick note of the way his rival’s breath gets shallower and shallower. He begins to suck on a particularly delicate area, finally generating a moan.
“Well well well, what have we here?” Alejandro’s breath ghosts Noah’s neck, causing a deep shiver. “It seems someone has a bit of a sensitive spot.” He continues sucking, occasionally mixing a kiss or two into his movements. Noah’s at the mercy of his rival, moaning as Alejandro’s teeth dig into the point right above his collarbone.
“You're going to leave a bruise,” Noah complains. Alejandro laughs.
“That's the point. Burromuertos always have to stake their claim,” he gleefully says, emphasizing the already reddening spot with another suck. “How are you going to hide this, Noah?” Alejandro teases between neck kisses. “There’s no way none of your many sisters will ignore it. Even if you decide to start wearing a scarf to school, it will just make your depravity more obvious.”
“I hate you,” Noah says, free of venom.
Alejandro smirks against Noah’s neck. “For someone with such dainty taste in undergarments, you sure have a dirty mouth.”
Noah flushes red. It’s a cute look, seeing the man who has brought Alejandro so much grief over the past few months get so embarrassed and worked up from just a little teasing. “Just take the camisole off already if you’re gonna keep talking about it.”
“I was going to, actually,” Alejandro says thoughtfully, stroking his chin obnoxiously, “but since you look so cute in it, I propose that it stays on.”
Noah gets even more flushed. Alejandro leans to kiss his chest, tracing the outline of the lace trim teasingly.
“Whatever,” he says, covering his red face with his hands. “Mmph mfhfe mfphgh?”
“I didn’t quite catch that, cariño.”
“Do you have lube?” Noah repeats, his face contorted with embarrassment. Cute.
“No, sorry,” Alejandro says regretfully.
“That actually makes me feel better.”
“How so?”
“I’m kind of glad that you weren’t like, out to seduce me or anything tonight. Makes it easier for me to pretend like you aren’t just doing this for an ulterior motive.” Alejandro doesn’t reply. “Fuck, did I say that last part out loud?”
“You did,” he replies quietly. “Is that what you think this is?”
Noah shrugs. “I mean, is it not? I thought you just wanted to distract slash embarrass me, or make me so desperate for you again that I’d let you get top rank in the chance of getting a pity fuck. I know who I am, and who you are, and — shit, I need to shut up already.” He’s suddenly reminded of why he doesn’t drink.
“This isn't a one time thing. I followed you upstairs because I like you , chico.”
Noah looks stunned. “What?”
“I told you,” Alejandro says lightly, “you’re surprisingly passionate. I've recently found myself thinking of you a lot outside of the context of rivalry. There's a reason I followed you upstairs.”
“Oh,” Noah mumbles bashfully, before leaning to initiate another kiss. Alejandro immediately reciprocates, softly capturing his partner’s slightly chapped lips. It’s more demure than their previous few bouts, but the charmer finds he likes it this way all the same. Noah’s hands reach to graze Alejandro’s waist, settling on the rough leather of his belt.
They break away after a bit longer. Noah wastes no time unbuttoning Al’s shirt. “I can’t believe you didn’t dress up for Halloween.
Alejandro shrugs. “It’s not really my thing.” He looks down and observes Noah’s state of dress. His skirt is still on even though his boxers aren’t. Alejandro finds the visible silhouette of Noah’s bulge through the fabric oddly endearing. His train of thought is quickly interrupted by a hand on his belt buckle.
Noah undoes his belt with surprising finesse, pulling it free before holding one end in each hand and swinging it over his partner’s shoulders. He yanks the leather taut, bringing Alejandro even closer to him. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Alejandro parrots, amused and turned on by Noah’s sudden forwardness. Even in sex, he’s determined to best him. At the same time, though, a foreign twinge of jealousy courses through him — where did he learn that move with the belt from? — but it dissipates the second a slender hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock.
Noah's hands are tentative and soft. Alejandro lets out a low groan as his digits slide along the length of his member. “Si, como eso.” He's oddly fixated on the dexterity of his partner's fingers. His palms are unbelievably smooth, working at his engorged flesh in a practiced, delicate manner. The elegant way Noah glides his fingers up and down juxtaposed with the filthy action of stroking his cock excites Alejandro even further. He’s already finding it increasingly difficult to make himself last.
Noah keeps his right hand on Alejandro, moving his left to slide his partner’s jeans off. Wordlessly, the charmer kicks off his boots and allows himself to be stripped, breathing growing labored and needy as fleeting touches persist. He looks up at Noah, who seems to be reveling in the feeling of power as he effortlessly maneuvers his hands. “Qué hermoso te ves,” he says, “me encanta esta mirada en ti.”
Noah mumbles something under his breath. Alejandro can’t understand it through the fog of pleasure, but his scratchy murmur is erotic all the same. He reaches out a hand and encapsulates his rival-turned-lover’s left hand, feeling ridiculously sentimental.
Then, Noah stops.
“Do you hear that?”
Alejandro holds his breath, and suddenly, he is filled with the painstaking revelation that he is in an unlocked room in a house full of nosy, drunk teenagers. He can make out the faint sound of loud footsteps climbing the hardly-ventured stairs among the usual noise of the crowd downstairs.
Alejandro suddenly feels exposed. A sensation of danger enters his body — at any moment, anybody could walk in, and then, it would be over. He’d be the talk of the whole school: student council president and local heartthrob caught with his pants down at the mercy of Noah-the-know-it-all. A scandal like this would fuel the gossip mill at their school for weeks. Josè and Heather would never let him live this down.
And yet, the fear only shoots a shamefully delicious mixture of arousal and adrenaline into his veins.
“Keep going,” he says, suddenly. Noah looks alarmed.
“Are you sure?”
“Did I stutter?”
Noah looks uneasy but appears to be spurred by the same sense of danger as he shifts to sit on his knees and lowers his mouth to Alejandro’s cock. The steps grow louder as his tongue connects with the tip. They’re still holding hands. Noah rests his other palm on Alejandro’s thigh, stroking fingers against the inside while delivering light kisses to the head of his member. It’s less of a kiss, he muses, and more of him mouthing his lips onto the appendage. The footsteps intensify, and another surge of that foreign, dangerous energy hits him as his hips rise.
Taking the hint, Noah encloses the head in his mouth. Alejandro moans, dangerously loud. He imagines the doorhandle opening right as he orgasms. The idea of being caught in such a compromising situation gives him such a rush. “Fuck.”
Noah speeds up. He doesn’t sink quite as low onto Alejandro as the charmer had done to him, but he’s clearly more experienced with the way he manipulates his mouth, sucking and running his tongue across to further lubricate things. Alejandro loves the danger, loves the inherent intimacy of holding hands, loves the way Noah’s eyes are getting half-lidded and hazy. He makes a mortifyingly drawn-out cry as those delicate, familiar hands move to toy with the base of his cock. He writhes and sinks further into the surface of the lumpy loveseat. He swears he can feel Noah smile around his dick.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” he whispers, scrunching his hand into itself, “you’re so fucking good at this, I swear. I’m fuming at myself for not confessing sooner.” Noah's mouth disconnects from Alejandro's dick with a loud and explicit pop, leaving a string of saliva and precum as a reminder of what once was.
“I feel the same way.” His hand quickens, lubricated with fluid. Alejandro groans, sloppily groping Noah’s surprisingly pert ass and tightening his grip on their conjoined hands. The pleasure builds as his lover spreads his legs and grinds his dick in the space between Alejandro’s cock and his thigh, thin hands still furiously stroking the tip.
"Dios mio,” he whispers, “you're making me insane.”
Noah just stares up with those half-lidded eyes and smirks.
This draws him over the edge. Alejandro moans, his pent-up frustration dissipating the second his orgasm hits him. His hips buck, causing his cock to collide with Noah's with delightful friction. “Fuck,” he whispers, before taking advantage of the situation and guiding Noah's hand — still wrapped around Alejandro's member — toward the nerd's torso.
The charmer finishes right on Noah’s undershirt, tarnishing the white lace with his cum. He smiles triumphantly as the euphoria settles over him like a weighted blanket.
Noah looks unimpressed, the same look he has whenever his rival manages to best his score in a test or an essay. Alejandro can't help but burst out laughing.
"What?” Noah demands. "What?”
“You're so precious.”
Noah rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I'm gonna keep fucking your leg,” he says awkwardly in that raspy drawl, and Alejandro laughs again at the ridiculous determination he has on his face as he, true to his word, keeps grinding his hips into the little alcove of space between Alejandro's cock and his thigh. “Jesus Christ, it's not that funny. Next time you plan to —” Noah can't get his sentence out through a cute little mewl of pleasure. “— Next time you plan to seduce me, bring lube. Asshole.”
Alejandro leans forward and kisses Noah right on his head as his partner groans and leaves a puddle of cum on his lower abdomen. The bookworm collapses onto him. Given his scrawny figure, this is probably the most exercise he has had in weeks. They lay there in silence for a while, their chests rising and falling in tandem. Noah buries his head into the crook of Alejandro's neck. He's still just buzzed enough to disregard the sweat and semen sticking their bodies together, and just sober enough to appreciate the moment for what it is.
“I meant what I said, by the way."
“Yeah?” Noah breathes.
“This is definitely not going to be a one-time thing.”
“I dunno,” he teases, “wouldn’t want to get distracted when I have my studies to worry about. What if we both end up losing valedictorian to Courtney?”
The charmer hums, tracing the contours of Noah’s waist. “We’ll study together.”
“I don’t think you could keep your hands off of me.”
Alejandro grins, genuine and giddy and riding the high of cheesy love and filthy sex. “I’ll manage. I promise.”