One day the Moon brothers would fall in love and fly away.

Quince Rolando understood this better than most people in his family. He'd overheard his parents talking about it late at night when they assumed everyone was sleeping. They knew that Rocky was in love, and Soren had his eye on somebody. They even knew that Rowan, as angry as he was, would eventually find someone to bond with who would calm his volatile nature. 

The universe worked in weird ways, and it seemed that the Moon family did as well.

What they didn't know was that Quince would never fall in love like his brothers, or at least not in an orthodox way. There would be no Mrs. Quince Rolando courting him with a tasty mouse. He didn't feel the urge to do romantic things or go out of his way to make someone feel special. Hell, even jerking off was a rare occurrence at this point, but he had his needs, and that's ultimately what had brought him out here in the first place. 

"Come on. Hurry the fuck up already!" Quince breathes as he stands outside Pittsfield High's massive football field, hands jammed in his pockets to fight off the cold. His date was almost half an hour late, and Quince was beginning to lose hope that he'd be spending Valentine's Day getting smashed in some random guy's bedroom.

Quince checks the time on his phone again, sighs in disappointment, and then starts home.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Someone shouts, and Quince turns around in time to see a guy running toward him dressed in a sporty tank top and shorts. He was also carrying the biggest goddamn bouquet of red roses that Quince had ever seen in his entire life. 

What the fuck?

"Zherneboh? Right?" The guy asks him as he slows to a stop, breathing hard, "You're the guy I'm supposed to meet tonight for the hookup? Sorry, I'm late. I had to go grab your flowers from the locker room, then I locked myself inside and I couldn't get out. I screamed for, like, twenty minutes until someone heard me crying."

Two things become evident in Quince's mind at that point; that this man had to be the biggest idiot he'd ever met, and that he somehow missed the memo that Quince didn't celebrate Valentine's Day.

"Your Jordan, right?" Quince asks him with a frown, clearly ignoring the roses, "I want to make sure I have the right man. You seemed smarter when I talked to you online."

"Oh," Jordan replies, and he looks down at the roses, "Yeah, that's me. I usually go by Chen, though. But Jordan's fine, too."

Quince eyes him and the roses, then takes them from the strange man and takes a whiff of them. They were gorgeous, freshly cut, and they smelled amazing. But Quince wasn't taking them out of love, or because he wanted Jordan to think he was interested in him. He just didn't want to seem like a total ass in front of the guy he was going to be sleeping with.

"Oh, wait!" Chen exclaims after a moment, "I also brought you this. Almost forgot!"

Quince watches Chen pull his backpack around and open it up, producing a box that smelled strongly of garlic. Surprised, he slowly reaches out and takes it from him. "You... brought me a box of frozen garlic bread? And carried it in your backpack all day?" He questions, surprised, if not touched by the motion.

"Happy Not Valentine's Day," Jordan shrugs and smiles softly, "You said you hated being romantic and that you liked garlic bread like eight times in your dating profile."

Quince stares into his eyes, the dark forces inside him suddenly compelled to rip off this man's clothes and ride him into oblivion. A beat later, Chen offers him his arm, and Quince takes it, walking with him across the parking lot, to his car, a blue SUV that probably belonged to his mom and dad. 

Chen unlocks the doors for them, and Quince tosses in his box of bread and flowers and slides into the backseat. Quickly getting the message, Chen joins him, and all at once, they're sitting in silence, side by side. 

"You're really pretty," Chen whispers to him, "I like your hair, it's really rad."

Quince reaches up and touches the fringe covering his eyes, which he kept hidden from the world. They were too gorgeous for mortals to lay eyes on, and he refused to be subjected to a mob of girls chasing him like his brother Rowan when he'd grown out his hair.

"I appreciate your sweat-covered flesh," Quince replies, his voice soft.

Jordan leans over and kisses him, one arm bracing against the seat when he leans forward. His lips tasted salty, faintly minty, and when Quince touches his shoulders, he feels how hot and sleek his velvet skin was. Were they honestly going to fuck senselessly in the back of Chen's car? And why did that turn Quince on so much?

Chen reaches down and pulls off his shirt, revealing a tanned, sculpted body that looked like it should have been offered up to the gods. He had pecs the size of Quince's hands and abs chiseled out of stone. 

Holy fucking shit.

Quince struggles out of his clothes while Chen grabs a condom and some lube from his backpack. He'd decided to go all out and had worn a red plaid shirt over a black T-shirt, his favorite pair of skinny jeans, and boots. So he's working down his pants when Chen--Jordan turns back to him; the other boy's jaw dropping.

"What?" Quince demands, and he freezes, his pants halfway down his hips, "Why the shit are you looking at me like that?"

Jordan responds by leaning over and kissing him again, this time deeply, his tongue sliding into Quince's mouth, which was completely divine. He slowly scoots back so that he's lying across the seat, and his pants come down the rest of the way before he kicks them off.

Chen slides over him, but then there's a crunch and the strong smell of cheese and garlic. "Shit!" he curses into Quince's ear, "I crushed the goddamn garlic bread."

Quince freezes a little, and then he laughs, quietly at first, then louder until he's holding his stomach. Then Chen joins in; both of them howling until someone makes the first move, and they're a tangle of arms and legs. Suddenly, Quince is astride the other boy, and Chen's thrown back into the seat, fully naked and gazing up at him with pure lust. 

Quince reaches up and slides his hand up, pushing his hair back so that Chen can look into his eyes, which glowed like green malachite in the darkness. He trails his hand down his jaw, down his pale throat, towards his bare chest. He was soft all over, with pink nipples and the occasional freckle marking his chest. He licks his lips, Chen practically moaning in delight at the sight of him, and Quince knew he was ready.

Chen pulls down his underwear and Quince straddles him, the seat squeaking softly when he leans forward, over the other boy's impressive manhood. They use plenty of lube, and it's a good thing too because Jordan Chen was the biggest thing he'd ever seen.

"Oh, God," Quince breathes when Chen presses against his back door with two fingers and eases them inside, "Fuck me, please."

"Come here," Chen whispers, and he guides Quince into a different position, on his hands and knees, while the other boy gets behind him. "Spread your legs, baby," he whispers, "and relax, okay?"

Quince digs his hands into the seat and whimpers desperately when Jordan starts to push inside of him, pressure building along with pain. Here he was giving the most intimate parts of himself up to the mysterious stranger, on his hands and knees. "Fucking hell!" He cries shrilly, one hand moving to push his hair back, "Put it all the way in!"

"I'm trying!!" Jordan hisses, the sound of his and Quince's heavy breathing filling the cab, "Your hole's really fucking tight!"

Quince screams in pain and pleasure when Jordan moves inside of him, flesh smacking flesh. He presses his face into the seat and clings on for dear life when his ass becomes the herald ushering in the biggest fucking cock he'd ever taken in his life.  This was it. The moment when he lost his virginity to a stranger. 

Quince mentally prepares himself.

Then Chen pulls out with a soft popping noise and grabs him, turning him around. 

"What the fuck?" Quince asks him, stunned and breathless.

"I want to see your eyes when I'm inside you," The other boy whispers to him, his hand sliding down to close around Quince's slender throat, squeezing gently, which only serves to make him rock hard. His penis oozes pre-cum, dribbling down his inner thigh, and he reaches down and jerks himself off a couple of times, biting down on his lip in pleasure. "Tear my ass up, Chen."

Chen rises between his open thighs and eases into him again, both of them moaning in unison as they look into one another's eyes.

It wasn't love; it would never be love. But Quince was allowed to enjoy carnal pleasures, as macabre and miserable as he was. 

"Oh, babe!" Chen whispers frantically as he moves inside Quince, the seat creaking louder and faster now, "I'm gonna fill your hole up with my cream!"

Quince cries out sharply, his feet in the air, practically touching the top of the ceiling, "P-please!" He begs him, his hands in his hair, "Jordan! Oh, Christ on a fucking bike! Make it hurt!"

Chen was, in fact, wearing a condom, so he couldn't fill Quince like a cream-filled Twinkie, as promised. But he does cum a few seconds later, and it's glorious. His beautiful body bucks sharply, a few quick thrusts signaling his end, and Quince follows soon after when Chen finishes him off with his hand, sending a quick stream squirting out that ends up on the ceiling of the car.

After that, they lay tangled across the seat for what seemed like forever.

"Happy Not Valentine's Day," Chen whispers into his ear, his body pressing into his.

Quince reaches up and hesitates, then wraps his arms around him.