When Riott walked half the house and had yet to spot Maddox, he rolled his eyes at the emo's laziness. Sometimes he'd be greeted at the door, and other times he would have to venture to the bedroom alone. 

Turns out, it wasn't laziness---not completely, anyway. As Riott creaked the bedroom door open, he spotted Maddox in his bed, lying on his stomach and entirely unconscious. Riott almost relished in the silence since it was such a rare thing around Maddox. However, he was there for a reason, and he had every desire to leave this place fulfilled.

The bed dipped with Riott's weight as he sat beside Maddox's sleeping form. He took in every detail of Maddox's body that seemed different since he last saw him. He recognized a few things; the three moles on his shoulder that formed a triangle, and the messy tattoo on his shoulder that he did himself when he was a kid. But what seemed new was the recent muscle gain. Maddox finally seemed committed to something for once in his life.

Riott admired the physical results of Maddox's gym obsession, his fingertips trailed over the boy's back until he made his way to the arm, giving the bicep and tricep a good squeeze. That was all it took to give him a fleeting motivation to start hitting the gym too. 

Ah, it would never happen anyway.

"Maddox," Riott whispered sharply in his ear, but he knew it wouldn't work. Maddox's sleep schedule was almost nonexistent, so the unhealthy bastard would need a lot more than that to rouse him awake.

Riott didn't wait another second before making a rough enough move to actually wake Maddox, grabbing the boy's wrist to flip him over onto his back. It was a quick enough action to startle Maddox, his eyes shooting open and immediately flicking every which way to assess who the hell was...on top of him. Greeted with the sight and feel of Riott present and suddenly straddling him was pleasantly familiar, but it never got old. 

Maddox's tired eyes still managed a cocky look, even as he was pinned to the bed. Most of his arousal faded after that quick nap, but it was returning pretty damn fast. 

"Hey puppy," Maddox purred, his hips slightly lifting to press into Riott, even though he got more stimulation since he was only in boxers. Riott's damn jeans were preventing him from feeling much.

That stupid pet name always sent a very specific feeling to Riott's core, and he usually managed to ignore it. "Shut up," he cursed, his voice gentle despite his usual harsh words toward Maddox. His eyes flickered down for a moment, catching a long look at Maddox's lips and ignoring the irritating smirk. He just focused on how long it had been since he got to kiss him.

"You know," Maddox began, his tone effectively sultry as he matched the gaze to Riott's lips. "I've been thinking about your mouth all day. Kind of pissed at you for it, though," he confessed, earning a head-tilt from Riott who was clearly readying to defend himself.

"The hell did I do?" Riott asked, wondering how the fuck he could have pissed Maddox off when he hadn't even spoken to him in, like, a month. 

"I zoned out watching you eat a banana at lunch today," Maddox answered, a small chuckle in his voice to compensate for the bit of redness on his cheeks. "I've been hard all day since then, you fuckin' whore."

Riott scoffed when he'd gotten the explanation. He was expecting something dumb, but to be blamed for Maddox's own dirty-ass mind was just ridiculous. Riott swore he had a good comeback, something clever, surely! But it was gone when he felt Maddox getting turned on under him, the image of him eating a banana likely still stuck in the freak's mind. 

No more eating bananas in public; noted.

Riott's eyes met Maddox's boxers, practically sitting directly on his dick. It was tempting, damn it. His hands were already shaking as if they were desperate to touch any part of Maddox. His hands soon got their wish when Maddox said something rather unnecessary that always managed to piss Riott off.

"Your girlfriend hit on me again, by the way," Maddox informed, his smile dropping for a moment as he directed Riott's hands to his chest. The light squeezing to his pecs was actually pretty calming for both of them, instead of purely comforting Riott. He knew the guy was just itching to touch him but always had too much restraint.

"She did?" Riott asked, trying to sound indifferent, and he succeeded, but the slight scowl on his face made it not so convincing. "What'd she say?" he inquired, still unsure if he wanted to even hear it. He already had plenty of reasons to break up with Blossom, he didn't need more dirt on her. But a twinge of curiosity sparked in his chest, followed by a familiar jealousy he experienced every time a girl flirted with Maddox in the slightest.

"She said she wants to blow me behind the school," Maddox said with ease, considering this wasn't the first instance. Blossom was crude in her flirting, and she was an idiot for thinking that word of it didn't spread. Although, Maddox was a perfect informant since she had no idea he even knew Riott.

The only indication that the information was actually getting to Riott was the fact that his grip on Maddox's chest tightened like hell, almost painful but Maddox could handle it. He responded with another attempt to comfort Riott, his hands traveling up the boy's thighs to hold his hips, ensuring that he wouldn't leave Maddox's lap.

"What did you say to her?" Riott questioned, cocking a brow as he spoke through gritted teeth. It had been a while since Maddox could pinpoint if Riott's jealousy was because he wanted his girlfriend to be loyal or if he wanted her to leave Maddox for himself.

Maddox answered the question while unzipping Riott's jacket, knowing the undressing had to start at some point. He wasn't itching for a blowjob just yet, he just wanted to get Riott comfortable. Hell, maybe they could even cuddle. They'd done it before, and Riott seemed a bit pent up. 

"'Don't you have a boyfriend?'" Maddox said, quoting himself---something he'd asked Blossom about ten times in the four months she actually had a stable boyfriend. "She just hit me with the basic shit; 'he doesn't have to know,'" he mocked, mimicking Blossom's ear-bleeding voice as best he could.

Riott chewed at his lip, a bad habit that Maddox often told him to stop doing, despite how often they'd bite at each other's lips whenever a makeout session got heated. "Of course she said that," he grumbled to himself, leaning all his weight on Maddox's chest. It was a pretty fucked-up thing to say, but Riott was more baffled by the fact that someone was enough of a piece of shit to say it so freely. But her hitting on Maddox, of all people, pissed him off.

"She thinks she's hot as shit," Maddox ridiculed, insulting Riott's girlfriend without any hesitation since he wasn't the one who hated her most in the room. He knew the conversation had gotten to Riott enough to inform him that his girlfriend went another day as a fucking whore, so maybe it was time to shut it down.

His fingers lifted Riott's shirt, reaching under the fabric to hold his waist and pull him up further until the boy was sitting on Maddox's upper stomach. The weight on his torso was oddly nice, even if Riott was a pretty good-sized dude. "She could never compare to her boyfriend, though," Maddox purred, his hands taking advantage of their freely and sliding up Riott's back, his nails digging into the skin. He couldn't help but find it fucking hot that Blossom was practically begging to blow him while he was getting monthly BJs from her boyfriend. Good. Fuck her.