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Davos is already buzzed, his shirt sticking to his back in the humid atmosphere of the full frat house. He’s always loved a good party and no better way to make sure he’s always in the middle of it all than joining a frat.
His brothers surround him as they play the third round of beer pong, still undefeated. He loves the camaraderie, loyalty is something that’s been instilled in him since birth. The Blackwoods were known for sticking together, though if asked others would probably point out some of their other characteristics first.
He’s just about to throw another shot when he spots a figure enter the room from the corner of his eye making him pause. The other team starts taunting him as he hesitates and he rolls his eyes before making the shot, sinking the ball into one of their cups. They groan as he smirks at them and turns to his cousin.
“I have to piss,” he shouts over the music, “you can take it from here.”
He moves through the house, dodging the people dancing around him and finally makes it out to the backyard. His eyes scan for the person he caught a glimpse of minutes ago and he chuckles when he finds them just turning the corner to the side of the house.
“Found you,” he says, voice teasing as he prowls closer.
Aeron presses closer against the wall he’s leaning against, eyes sliding over Davos’ form as it comes closer. “Unfortunately.”
Davos chuckles at that, standing so close that the tips of their shoes are brushing together. “Don’t pretend like this wasn’t your plan all along.”
Aeron scoffs, “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Maybe,” Davos muses, “but I know you wore that skirt hoping I’d see it.”
The blush on the other boy’s cheeks is all the confirmation he needs as he takes him in fully. His short skirt is flittering around him, the cropped shirt gives a glimpse of his flat tummy, and his hair brushes just below his shoulders as he stares up at Davos with an undeniable heat in his eyes.
“Or am I wrong?” Davos asks, raising one hand to rest it right next to Aeron’s head, caging him in.
“Fuck you, Blackwood,” Aeron murmurs and then he’s fisting his hands in Davos’ shirt and crashing their lips together.
He’s always like this, reluctant to admit how much he craves him, but eager once Davos’ is within reach. Davos doesn’t mind though, the little cat-and-mouse game they’ve been playing for months is addictive.
His other hand slips under Aeron’s skirt and he digs his nails into the pale skin of his thighs, making sure to leave a mark. His cock grows harder in his pants when the other boy whines at the sting and throws his head back, making it thud against the wall.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Davos murmurs between the kisses he’s pressing against his neck, “I love when you get all done up for me.”
“Not for you,” Aeron argues, but it falls flat when Davos' fingers reach the edge of his panties, brushing his thumb over the leaking head of his cock.
“No?” Davos asks, dropping his other hand to take a handful of his ass as Aeron’s hips grind into him. “You weren’t hoping I’d see you in your little outfit and chase after you?”
“I didn’t come here for you,” Aeron stutters out and Davos actually laughs out loud at that.
Rather than dignify that with an answer he pulls one of Aeron’s legs securely around his hip, grinding their cocks together harshly. His fingers sneak between Aeron’s cheeks and his brain short circuits once they find the base of a plug seated neatly inside of him.
“Oh, baby,” he whispers and pulls back to look at him. Aeron’s eyes are wide as he stares back, like he’s scared of his reaction and Davos can’t have that. “You’re so fucking perfect, got yourself ready for me. Did you think of me when you stretched yourself open?”
He tugs at the base of the plug making Aeron whimper and curl closer to him, his nails digging into his back. He pulls the plug out by a few inches before fucking it back into his hole. “Answer me.”
“Yes, yes,” Aeron gasps, “Davos, please.”
The sound of his name falling from his mouth like a prayer makes the last shred of control leave Davos’ body. He pulls back just enough to free his own cock, Aeron’s hand immediately wrapping around the length making him hiss.
He finally pulls the plug out, shushing Aeron as he whines softly into his panting mouth.
“I got you,” he murmurs, kissing his slack lips. He lifts his free hand up and locks their gazes, “Spit.”
Aeron obeys immediately and Davos wastes no time coating his cock before lining it up with his hole. He rubs the head around his rim a few times, enjoying the desperate thrusts of Aeron’s hips as he tries to fuck himself back onto his cock.
“Eager,” Davos teases, but his smile falls away to a groan when the head catches on Aeron’s hole and slips in. The feeling of Aeron around him is incomparable. Davos is no virgin, he’s had his fair share of bodies under him, begging for him, but none of them have ever come close to Aeron.
He pushes inside tantalizingly slow, cherishing every moan and gasp that leaves Aeron’s lips as he stretches him around his cock before stilling once he’s buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Aeron whispers, “you’re so-”
He cuts off, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Always reluctant to admit how good it is, how good they are. Together.
“Big?” Davos asks, grinding his hips forward for emphasis.
Aeron’s eyebrows pull together in an attempt to scowl at him, but it does nothing to deter Davos as he sets a punishing pace. His hand cradles the back of Aeron’s head, his bruised knuckles scratching against the wall, but he doesn’t even feel the sting, too wrapped up in the other boy.
They probably shouldn’t be doing this here, where anyone could see them. The rivalry between their families is longstanding, it goes deeper than either of them cares to acknowledge. If anyone were to find them there would be hell to pay. Davos, frankly, couldn’t give a fuck, but Aeron cares.
It stings sometimes, the way the other boy refuses to meet his eye when they pass each other on campus. The way he hurls insults at him even unprovoked, just to make sure no one could ever think he feels anything but resentment for Davos. Sometimes he thinks that’s not just a front, that even though they’re compatible in fucking, all of this is nothing but hate sex, fueled by some fucked up notion of passion Aeron feels for him.
“ Davos. ” But then he says his name like that; his eyes wet with tears as Davos fucks him to oblivion, his cock hitting his prostate with every thrust, and Davos sees the pure want in his eyes. It’s undeniable.
“I know,” Davos mutters, kissing him with more gentleness than he’s allowed, “you’re gonna come for me. Just from this, just from my cock.”
And Aeron does, sobbing into his mouth as he comes untouched between them, his hole clenching around him tightly pushing him into his own orgasm. He buries his head into Aeron’s neck, moaning his name as he spurts ropes and ropes of come inside of him.
Soft fingers crad through his hair as he tries to catch his breath, his arms burning from the strain of holding the other boy up. He doesn’t want to move though, content to stay inside for as long as Aeron will let him, with his legs wrapped tightly around his waist and lips pressing into his shoulder.
“My legs are cramping,” Aeron mumbles, pulling back to look at him.
Davos sighs softly, trying to hide the disappointment from his face as he slowly lowers him to the ground. Aeron winces slightly, making him frown and steady him with his hands on his shoulders. They look at each other and Davos desperately wants to say something, anything, but he knows it won’t change a thing.
So instead his hands slide up to cradle Aeron’s jaw and he pulls him into a slow kiss, sliding his tongue against his. His heart is beating out of his chest and he could weep as Aeron’s hands slide back into his hair and keep him in place.
It’s over way too soon, there’s never enough time.
He expects Aeron to give him the typical spiel of ‘ this is the last time’ or ‘ we can’t do this again,’ but it doesn’t come. The boy just untangles their bodies, gives Davos one last, unreadable look, and walks away.
Davos stays silent, letting him leave before sliding his back down the wall. His chest is tight, his eyes burning and he laughs at himself, giving his cheek a sharp slap.
“You’re not going to fall apart over a fucking Bracken.”