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"Casey? I'm here." He knocked on the door, but just as his knuckles were about to hit it again, it was swung open and he was pulled inside.

"Woah-" He was interrupted when pair of slightly chapped lips slammed against his.

"Casey, hey, hold on-" He pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.

Casey only groaned in frustration. His hands slid down Reed's waist and down to his ass, squeezing his. He buried his face into the redhead's neck, biting and nipping at it.

Reed couldn't fight off the moans, hips thrusting forward to connect with Casey's.

"Wait- Wait, Casey. Hold on," Casey finally pulled himself away and stared at Reed with lustful eyes.

"What? I want to fuck." He groaned, palming himself. His shorts were tented, the straining erection twitching inside its confinements.

"Yes... and usually I would too, but on the phone, you sounded... are you okay?" Reed asked hesitantly.

Casey's body tense and he looked away from Reed. "I'm fine. Just want to release some steam. Now can I fuck you?" He grumbled, about to smash his lips onto Reed's again.

Reed inhaled sharply as their lips connected. That's when it hit him. That smell... the taste. "Casey!" He snapped, shoving the dark-headed boy away.

"You've been drinking? What the hell is wrong with you! You have practice tonight, you asshole, and you're drinking?!" Reed knew if Casey's coach caught him drinking, underage and the day before a game, he'd be in big, big trouble.

"What the hell were you thinking? Your lucky it's me who you called over! Fucking hell, you bitch. You owe me. Sit your ass down on the couch. We're not fucking." Reed pushed the drunk boy onto the couch before heading to his kitchen.

"I'm not that drunk," Casey mumbled. His cheeks were stained with a slight pink from the alcohol. "Just buzzed. I was careful."

"Whatever. You're so fucking stupid. You have a game tomorrow." Reed said, staring at him pointedly. "Drink this. All of it." He handed the large cup of water to him and sat down next to him.

"God, how stupid are you." He couldn't help but repeat it. "You-"

"Okay! I get it! I'm stupid. You don't have to keep repeating it." Casey snapped, downing the water.

Reed took a deep breath and looked at him. "Sorry. I just know how big of trouble you'd get in if you were caught." He mumbled.

"It won't fucking go away," Casey mumbled after a little while of silence. Still buzzed, he looked over at Reed. "Can you suck it, please? I just want to cum. I've already tried to release myself, but it's not fucking working. And it just gets up again. And again."

Reed looked at Casey with a raised eyebrow. "Oh? And why should I do that?" He asked.

Casey sent him a large, trying-to-be charming smile. "Because I said please."

Reed chuckled and rolled his eyes. Would he also sober quickly if he came? "You owe me." He said after a moment. The redhead slid down the couch and in between Casey's knees, opening them for himself. "Tell me what you want." He demanded, eyes searching Casey's. His face was close to his cloth-covered length, teasing him.

"Ah hell... I want you to suck me. Your- your lips around me. Now."

Reed shook his head and planted a kiss on the still clothed dick. "You don't order me around, Casey. I'm doing you a favor." He grabbed the elastic band of the shorts, slowly dragging them down his thighs.