And then something changed. A cocky grin spread across Connor's features and it took me a moment to realise what it was. Arousal. Fight. Hunger.
This was our element. Fighting and carrying on and trying to trip the other just for a win. When confronting his truths Connor wasn't so fearless, but in the heat of the moment he was like fire and I wondered what it would be like to burn.
"I came here to call you out on your bullshit. Not have an existential crisis."
"Do it in silence. You're talking is a major turn off."
Connor scoffed at me before his eyes narrowed. "No one can know about this."
"You're still talking."
The atmosphere changed completely then. Connor lunged forward to capture my lips with his own. I was thrown back against the wall, gasping softly at the impact as Connor attacked.
Connor moaned as my tongue flicked the inside of his mouth. The heat of satisfaction travelled right down to my pants and I felt myself growing harder by the minute. Connor wasn't far behind.
If this was him having an existential crisis, I was completely on board. But not like this.
This hallway lead to the back bedrooms in the house. Without breaking the kiss, I fumbled around for a doorknob and found one on the third try. The door swung open and Connor shoved me into the room.
"Lock it." Connor demanded, eyeing the door once we were inside.
Rolling my eyes, I made a show of flipping the lock before approaching the Northshore Captain again. He was standing idly in the middle of the large bedroom. The light was off but a lamp was on in the corner that cast a red hue over the room. I almost rolled my eyes at the cliche.
I didn't give Connor much time to contemplate the situation before I was on him again. Connor made a startled noise as I threw him up against the wall. He moaned as I attacked his neck, leaving scattered marks across tan skin. Connor tilted his head to give me better access which I fully took advantage of. I watched in satisfaction as the skin turned purple under my teeth.
My hands found the hem of Connor's hoodie. It was his team hoodie with 'Northshore' printed in bold yellow letters over blue material. Pulling it over his head, I tossed it to the side carelessly. His shirt followed in hot pursuit.
Connor was slower pulling my clothes off. He fiddled with the hem, seemingly contemplating his actions in his head. I stepped back and made the decision for him, knowing too much time would allow him to re-think the situation and back out.
When both our jeans joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, I sunk to my knees. Connor's eyes were dark and lips swollen as he stared down at me. "Wait! I-I've n-never..."
"Yeah," I smirked. "I know."
"Be gentle."
My fingers curled into his waistband and I tugged navy boxers down in a practiced move. Connor gasped as nudity overcame him.
I didn't like Connor Taylor. I hated him more than anyone in the world, but I froze for a moment the second the last of his clothes dropped to the floor.
My brain was coded to despise Connor in every way possible but my body was a different story. Maybe I was the Ridgemount soccer Captain and maybe we had been rivals since we were kids, but underneath all that I was still a hormonal teenage boy.
The sight of Connor naked was pure bliss to my bisexuality. His golden skin stretched tight over toned biceps. His stomach was trim with the outline of abs and the muscles in his thighs quivered with my slightest touch. He was big too. Not as big as me, but I still felt a flicker of self-doubt for what I was about to do.
"You're staring," Connor said, and I could hear the smirk in his tone.
I looked up at him. "Last chance to back out."
Connor swallowed nervously. "I-is it going to hurt?"
I shook my head. "Not if it's done properly."
"You've done this before?"
Smirking at him, I said, "How about I let you figure that out."
"Uh, okay, although I don't really know how I'l-holy fuck!"
Connor squeaked in surprise as I swallowed him. His body slammed back into the wall and he whimpered at the new sensation. The movement of my tongue had his hands twisting into my hair and pulling harshly. I would've laughed if my mind wasn't already preoccupied.
Connor was tense at first but the muscles in his body slowly relaxed as I took him apart with my mouth. It didn't take long before he was in rhythm with me, cussing under his breath and leaning his head back against the wall, eyes closed as his mouth dropped open.
"Oh, fuck!" Connor exclaimed as he finished. His head dropped down to look at me as I pulled off him and met his gaze. "That was..."
He'd lasted nearly five minutes. Not overly impressive but better than I was expecting for a virgin in my mouth.
I pulled myself up to my full height, towering over him. Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, "You haven't seen anything yet."
Connor was panting, breaths short and quick as they escaped his lips. Despite his obvious pleasure, it surprised me when a darkness came over his eyes and he demanded, "More."
I raised an eyebrow. Connor blushed at his words but didn't back down. "More?" I asked.
He didn't look at me but his arousal hung in the air like a thick scent throughout the room. "I-I don't know what the fuck is happening but I d-don't think it matters now. Just," He closed his eyes as though he was at war with his head. "Do something. Please."
"As you wish."
Cupping his ass, I squeezed and Connor jumped reactively into my waiting hands. Gripping his thighs, I carried him over to the bed and dropped him down on the mattress before crawling over him. My black boxers were on the floor in seconds.
I watched in satisfaction as Connor's gaze travelled down my body. His throat worked, swallowing at my size, and he muttered, "What the fuck is happening. You're a dude."
"Thanks for noticing."
His body was all hard lines of muscle but at that moment he'd never looked so gentle. So breakable. His skin was soft and his lips swollen from my kisses. I wanted to take him apart with my teeth.
"Yes or no?" I asked.
Connor swept one gaze over me before his head fell back on the pillow. We were both naked and covered in sticky soda which seemed to send him over the edge. "Oh, what the fuck. We've already crossed every single line that exists. What's one more?"
That was all the confirmation I needed. Reaching down into the pocket of my jeans, I pulled out a condom and small bottle of lube and lathered it over my fingers. Connor eyed the bottle suspiciously but didn't say anything.
"It'll hurt at first," I warned as I prepped myself. "But it won't last long."
Connor nodded. "Just...go slow, okay?"
It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be to fall back into a rhythm. Connor's nerves began to subside as I worked him over, leaving lingering kisses on his neck and trailing down his chest to his stomach while I prepped him. He let out a gasp when I finally entered him.
"Oh, fuck." He hissed through gritted teeth.
I moved slowly, letting him adjust to my length. My hand worked over his shaft to keep his mind occupied. Connor's breath came out in short pants.
"Good?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
I began to move, rolling my hips back and forth to create small thrusts. Small moans began to fall from Connor's lips as he got used to the sensation. All rationale had left our minds at this point.
"Faster." Connor grunted.
I did as asked and soon enough we were moving in expert rhythm. Connor's moans grew louder and longer, fuelling my arousal to its full peak with the melodious sounds coming from his mouth.
"Fuck," Connor moaned. "Harder."
I watched in complete awe as Connor's eyes glazed over. His mouth hung open as the scent of sex and arousal hung thick in the air around us. He draped his legs over my shoulders, giving me full access to his body.
"Oh god!" Connor cried. "Fuck, Dakota. Do that again."
My vision blurred as I slammed into him. Connor moved beneath me, completely succumbed to pleasure, and I found my fantasy morphing into desire to mark his skin with something different than bruises.
My hands were all over him. Nails dug into my back as I reached full climax. The bed shook against the wall as Connor's hand slammed into the headboard. He groaned. It was a deep, animalistic growl that erupted from deep inside his body. The sound was so heavenly that I came only seconds later.
Connor gasped as I shot my load and pulled out of him. His tan skin was glittering with sweat and euphoria rolled off him in waves. I collapsed on the bed beside him, both of us panting heavily.
"That was...fuck," Connor said breathlessly.
I stared at the shadows on the ceiling, refusing to let horror settle in at the thought of what I'd just done with my arch nemesis. "That was definitely something."
Silence ensued as we both lay in the wake of our self-proclaimed hatred. Then, to my complete surprise, Connor laughed.
It started as a chuckle before moving into full-fledged laughter. Connor covered his face with his hand, laughing into it. "Holy hell, what just happened?"
"I don't know." I whispered.
"I mean," Connor rolled over, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. His hair was a mess and the sheets tangled around his long legs. "Fuck, Koda. I've never done-"
We both froze. Connor slowly moved pulled his arm down to stare at me in horror. I stared back, mouth agape as we both played back his words in our heads.
"What did you just call me?"
"I-I didn't m-mean-"
"Connor!"
"Koda." He whispered as though he couldn't believe his own words. "I just called you Koda."
A shiver ran down my spine as a deep, unfamiliar feeling settled in my gut. "What the actual fuck."
Connor shot up. "I didn't mean to! It just slipped out in the heat of the moment and I-"
"Like it."
His gaze dropped to study my face. "What?"
I shook my head, frowning. No words were formulating in my brain at any coherent rate.
"We hate each other." Connor whispered, "and we just had sex."
"Seems like it."
"I'm not..."
"Gay?" I finished for him.
The Northshore Captain shook his head. A frown appeared on his face. "We had sex. I gave you a nickname."
"Yep."
"Do you-" He sighed, closing his eyes. "Like me or something?"
I burst out laughing. Connor flinched at the bitterness in my voice when I said, "I can't stand you, Taylor."
"Then what was this? Hate sex?"
"Fuck if I know." I scoffed. "You're the one getting sentimental here."
"But-"
"It was a fuck, okay?" My voice grew quiet again as I said, "Nothing more. Don't get this shit in your head about feelings or whatever cause it means nothing."
"You liked when I called you Koda."
Holy hell. What had been in those drinks tonight? My head was fucked up beyond reason if I was lying in bed next to Connor Taylor of all people.
My eyes squeezed shut and I exhaled slowly. "What's your point?"
"I saw your face," Connor said quietly. Music blared on the other side of the door but we were a world away from the party now. "You liked it. You enjoyed this."
"I'm a teenage male with a sex drive and a dick." I deadpanned. "Of course I enjoyed it. Don't let it go to your head."
It was a millennium before he spoke again. "What do we do now?"
"Well, at least we know you're into cock."
"Oh, shut up!" Connor laughed, smacking me in the face with a pillow. I grabbed it off him and tossed it to the side.
"Now," I said. "We leave this room and forget it happened."
"I don't think I want to."
"Leave this room?"
"Forget it happened."
"Jesus Christ." I fell back onto the bed, shielding my face with my arm. "One fuck and you're already catching feelings-"
"I'm not catching feelings." Connor scowled. "You're the last person I'd ever have feelings for. But who says this has to be a one-time thing?"
"Your virgin ass didn't take enough of a pounding this time?"
"Dakota," Connor looked at me. "I'm serious."
This was weird. The whole situation was. First, I'd fucked the guy I'd rather see dead on the pavement, and now here we were talking about feelings for Christ sake. Had we somehow entered a different dimension since walking into this party?
"Don't call me that." I growled. "We're not friends, Taylor."
"Then let's keep it that way." Connor agreed. "No names. No talking. No feelings."
"You're not seriously suggesting we become fuck buddies."
Connor looked serious for a moment. Then, "Yeah, I am."
I stared at him, trying to get a read on him. Connor only grinned at me and waggled his eyebrows.
"What the fuck." I muttered.
"We don't talk in public. We keep to our side of town, our own teams. No one has to know about this."
I stared at Connor for a long time, unable to believe I was actually considering his offer. We'd hated each other for years and everybody knew it. Our rivalry wasn't just for show; we generally couldn't stand one another. Yet, here we were, lying side by side in a bed filled with the aftermath of our lust. There was only one rational explanation to justify how we even got into this situation: I'd completely lost my mind.
I'd be putting so much on the line just by giving into Connor's wishes. My reputation, my status, my Captaincy. I didn't even want to think of what my father would say if he ever found out.
Then again, I was a hormonal teenager lying next to – though I'd never admit it to his face – a gorgeous boy who was not only the Captain of our rivalry school, but my biggest enemy for over a decade.
So, what was one more loss tonight?
"Okay." I said.
"Okay?"
I shrugged. "No names, no feelings. It's just a fuck to blow off some steam."
"Got it."
Connor moved to get out of bed to collect his discarded clothing. He stopped when I called his name and turned back to look at me, raising an eyebrow.
My eyes narrowed as I stared him down, speaking with the hint of a snarl. "No one is to know about this. You tell anyone, I'll find you and kill you myself."
His eyes never left mine. "I couldn't agree more."
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