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"Aaron," Seth says, voice low, like he's trying to keep this a secret. Aaron glances over the top of one of his textbooks propped against his chest and gives Seth an unimpressed once-over, glaring at the bulge straining in the front of his pants. "Aaron, c'mon. Don't be a bitch."
"You're only back here because both Allison and Kevin told you no," Aaron starts, snapping at Seth to stop his denial. "You really can't take care of it yourself?"
"No." He actually has the audacity to look pitiful. Aaron appreciates the willingness to show some vulnerability, he just wishes this wasn't the scenario Seth had chosen.
"Why are you back here?"
"You don't scare me as much as they do."
"I've killed a man."
"You wouldn't kill me."
Aaron wants to strangle him; he wants to want to strangle him, but Seth has unfortunately weaseled his way into his cold little heart and made a home of sorts. It was more a hammock strung between two trees that he came to more often than not, recently, but it was as close to something regular and comforting as the two of them could manage for the other right now.
"You don't seem very confident in yourself."
"You'd punch me, and you've got a mean left hook."
Aaron glares at him. "What do you want from me, Seth?"
"I don't know!"
"You can jack off next to me but I have to focus."
Seth climbs onto Aaron's mattress and sits behind him, pulling Aaron between his legs and pressing his face in the curve of his neck, groaning quietly as he finally gets to breathe the blond in. "Do you know it's been a week?"
"A week since...?"
"Since we fucked."
It had been a week since Aaron had blown Seth and Seth had let Aaron fuck him, to be precise. "So?"
"Too long." He's panting already, Aaron can feel him shaking with the arm Seth has around his waist, his upper half shaking with the effort it's taking him.
"You have two other people you can have sex with. I don't think a week is too long."
"Kevin only makes out with me," Seth mutters, letting his lips ghost the curve of Aaron's neck. "I think Allison wants to break up again."
"So you're stuck with me, that's it?" Aaron scoffs as he turns his attention back to his textbook. "Hurry up. I'll let you stay if you don't make a mess and can be quiet."
"Mean it?" Seth grunts out, kissing the corner of Aaron's jaw as he tugs him so his back is flush to Seth's chest. He can feel his fist pulling at his cock, knuckles dragging against his lower back.
"Sure. Just hurry up. You're distracting me."
Seth makes a quiet sound and drops his hand between Aaron's legs. He grabs his hand and raises it back to his stomach before pinching the back. "Don't push your luck. I have an exam in 2 days."
"Study tomorrow, then," Seth pleads, mouthing messily at the back of Aaron's neck. "Let me fuck you."
"Absolutely not," Aaron snaps, smacking the back of Seth's hand as he tries to reach low again. "I can see why your grades are fucking abysmal."
"Yeah?" Seth asks breathily. He moves to hold Aaron's waist with both hands, rolling his hips. His cockhead is dragging against Aaron's lower back, the base nestled against his ass. He's rutting forward, nails biting into Aaron's thighs when he shifts his grip, pulling him back to meet his movements. He has his face tucked in the curve of Aaron's neck, as if it could do anything to muffle the needy, high-pitched way he's whimpering right now. "Tell me how stupid I am."
"You're a fucking ingrate," Aaron says through gritted teeth. He's breathing hard now, too, angry with Seth for turning him on despite Aaron wanting the exact opposite. "I hate your fucking guts. For someone that called us faggots so often, you enjoy getting off with another man a little too fucking much."
Seth whimpered when Aaron said the slur. He laughs bitterly.
"You fucking like when I call you a faggot?" he spits out, rocking his hips back to meet Seth's desperate thrusts. "Every time you moan my name I lose what little respect I have left for you."
"Aaron!" Seth gasps out, hands shifting to clutch at his inner thighs.
Aaron sighs and slams his textbook shut before tossing it off the bed. He rolls onto his stomach and pushes his hips in the air slightly. "Come on. I can't focus until you're fucking done."
Seth moans loudly, laying himself out against Aaron's back before smothering him under his weight. He mouths at his neck, his own bent at an awkward angle, but he can't keep himself away. Aaron huffs beneath him, trying to get his hands underneath himself. Seth makes a low, annoyed sound, freeing one of his own hands to take a fistful of Aaron's and shove him down against the mattress. "Stay." He wants to demand it, but he's too close to a whine and Aaron laughs meanly at him for it.
"Yeah? You need me to stay still? You're so fucking horny you can't even get off if your target moves? Fucking christ, Seth," Aaron bites out, reaching for his hand of the elbow he's propping himself up on behind Aaron. He laces their fingers together. "You're so fucking stupid you can't even get off if it takes too much thought? Fuck off, Seth. Hurry up. I have shit to do."
Seth presses his face against Aaron's cheek. His moans are rising in pitch. He's thrusting against his ass desperately. "A-Aaron..."
"Yeah? You can't even fucking talk because all the blood is in your huge fucking dick, huh?" Aaron moans weakly, panting now. "Fuck you, Seth. Fuck you for being so fucking hot."
"Get off with me," Seth pleads in the curve of his neck. "Let me touch you."
"Can't fucking cum without another man's dick in your hand?" Aaron says, slow and measured, rutting back against Seth's dick as he hisses, "You fucking faggot."
Seth crumples above him, crushing Aaron beneath his weight as he collapses on top of him. He's rutting in short thrusts, gasping against his nape, breaths shuddering. "A-Aaron. Fuck. Oh, fuck- Aaron."
"Yeah? Say my name. Good boy," Aaron huffs out, helping Seth milk his orgasm. "You really are a faggot, you know that?"
"Yeah," Seth huffs, out of breath, mouthing at the corner of Aaron's jaw. "I'm your faggot, though."
"What about Kevin?"
"He's mine."
"Interesting."
"Can I get you off?" Seth asks after a beat.
"No."
"You're not hard!?"
"I am, but I need to study. I get sleepy after I orgasm."
"Sleep with me," Seth whispers, lips brushing against the shell of Aaron's ear. "Come on. Be a faggot with me."
He does. He barely passes his exam. When he sees the 63 posted, he drags Seth from the gym by his shirt collar and fucks him in the showers, holding his face against the tile as he takes his frustrations out. Seth cums untouched. Aaron swears if he ever fucks with his academic path like that again he's going to really destroy Seth's brain function.
Seth doesn't think he'd mind.