Fallacy Error

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"Dude, what the hell!"

Reed grunted and rolled his eyes, fed up with today's practice already. "Pansy bitch." He muttered under his breath, breathing heavily. He tossed the ball between his hands as he walked back to the goal line, lining up the soccer ball on the corner. Looking up, he watched to see who was open and what would be the best shot. No one was open. Everyone stood there, prancing on their toes. "Get open!" He growled out, his voice loud.

The last thirty minutes of class were always for a 7 v. 7 scrimmage against each other. He was his sides goalie, like usual. Reed was the main goalie of the team, and his coach refused to play him anywhere else unless it was much needed.

Panting, he sighed a breath of relief as the final whistle blew, signaling the end of practice. Their coach couldn't make today's practice, so they all parted their ways and left without saying another word. No one showered in the locker rooms, mainly because they had to share it with the baseball team.

Reed stripped himself down to his naked skin and grabbed his wash things from his locker before making his way to the showers. No one else was in there, at least that's what he thought.

"Fucking hell. Of course, it's you." He shot Casey a glare.

The baseball player sent him a mischievous smirk, holding off on turning the shower on. "Well isn't this a nice surprise," His previous smirk darkened as the soccer player rolled his eyes and ignored him. He had been ignored all day, he wasn't going to tolerate it anymore.

Stalking up behind the redhead, Casey licked his lips as he got a good look at his ass. In a swift movement, he had Reed pinned to the wall, his chest to the cold tiles. "I don't like being ignored." He lowered his head and traced his nose along his neck. His naked shaft brushed against Reed's lower back.

Reed didn't fight against his hold. "S-Suck it up, asshole. I'm not in the mood to fuck around." He stammered, taken back by Casey's sudden actions. He was so pent up, yet he couldn't give in so easily. "I hate you." He growled.

"Tsk..." Casey mocked, pressing his chest to Reed's back. "You weren't saying that a few days ago, Gianni. Do you remember? My cock was shoved so deep in your ass and you loved it." He teased. He trailed his hand down that muscled waist, clamping his nails against his hip. "You begged me for more."

Reed froze. This bastard. How could he not remember? He made a fool of himself. He hated this man, yet he begged for more and wanted more. The man could fuck good.

"You- You dick," Reed reached one hand behind him, grasping the back of Casey's head, and smashed their lips together. Hard.

Lips molded together, tongues danced and intertwined. Hands fumbled to reach and touch.

"I don't have a condom with me." Casey made out in between their ravage kissing.

A little deflated, Reed hummed against his lips and turned himself around. "Then suck me off." He smirked against his lips. He lifted his hands to Casey's shoulders and before he could talk back, he shoved him onto his knees. "You look good down there, Ariel." He teased, hand fisting the dark curls.

"Bitch." Casey growled out, but he didn't hesitate to take that heavy length between his lips. He teased its tip, licking along the thick base. The dark-haired boy swallowed down all he could, nuzzling the small patch of curls.

Reed's eyes rolled to the back of his head, head falling back against the tiles. "Jesus f-fuck. Who knew you are such a slut, sucking my cock like that." He rested his hand atop the bobbing head. "Stroke yourself. Show me how much you love sucking dick." He demanded, eyes threatening to close. But he wouldn't let them. He wanted to watch this.

Casey didn't like the authority being held against him. Pulling his lips away, he landed a hard bite to the redhead's hip, startling him; which caused Reed to pull against Casey's hair. "I may be on my knees right now," He paused to lick the precum trickling from the slit, "but I'm still the dominant here, anal whore." He rumbled out.

Reed almost laughed, but the hand creeping up his ass startled him. He loosened his muscles and finally allowed his eyes to close. He wouldn't deny it. He was, in fact, an anal slut. Fingernails pinched his asscheek and he hissed at the slight pain. He could feel those familiar butterflies erupting in his lower stomach.

Fingers teased his ass, yet they never breached or touched his hole. Giving in, Reed's lips formed a pout and he tightened his grip on Casey's hair, pleading for some sort of ass stimulation. His hips bucked as soon as he received it, though. Moaning, he licked his lips and pushed his ass back to push those fingers deeper inside him.

"I-I'm close," He warned, pulling Casey's hair to tug him away before he came in his mouth. "Casey move-" A harder suck and thrust shut him up real quick as he released his load down Casey's throat.

"A-AhhH!" He squeaked out as Casey pegged his prostate and continued sucking. "Stop, now. C-Casey it's too much. Knock it off!" He pleaded, trying to wiggle himself away.

Casey chuckled around his dick and slowly pulled away after giving one last kiss to his tip. Swallowing the cum, he licked his lips and pulled his fingers out as well. "Anal slut." He mocked, standing up. "My turn," He did exactly what Reed did. Pushed the redhead onto the ground, face level with his dripping erection. It was clear he enjoyed giving Reed head, but neither of them said anything about it.

Reed grunted as he was pushed, but gladly fixated himself comfortably on his knees. He took the aching length between his lips. His tongue swirled around his base, licking up and over the slit when more precum dribbled out. Humming, the redhead held onto both Casey's hips, deep throating him as far as he could. He couldn't fit his whole length into his mouth.

Casey wasn't going to last long. Reed shocked him with how enthusiastic he was to suck his cock. His moans echoed against the tiled walls, hands tangled into the red curls. "I'm close," He warned, words a moan.

Reed, however, didn't pull either. He took all the cum between his lips, savoring it against his tongue as he listened to the groans of the man orgasming. Planting a kiss to the tip as he laid it against its owner's abs, he stood on shaky knees.

Smashing his lips to Casey's, he forced the cum he savored into his mouth, giving him a taste of his own seed. Moaning as he pulled back, he bit the other's lip hard before stepping away.

"I still hate you." Reed's words the last the pair said to each other for the day. They showered silently and drove home.