A story of two enemies attached and captivated by lust and value.
"You act like you can't stand me...But the moment I get my hands on you, you're like putty."
18-year-old Addison Westbrook swears up and down that he hates Oliver Beckett. Even with...
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4 weeks later
"Wake up," Oliver whispered. "Addison, come on."
A grin adorned his face, he shut his eyes even tighter.
"There is no way you're asleep." Oliver shook him harder. "Come on. We have time before we have to get ready. Maybe we can-"
Addison's eyes flew open, "Sex?" He shot up from his pillow, striking Oliver's forehead.
"Shit!" He hissed. "God, you're hard-headed."
"Sorry, you got my hopes up. I thought you were finally ready to stop being a little bitch and fuck me," Addison muttered.
Oliver and Gabe have been sleeping over almost every night for weeks.
In those weeks, Addison feels like he's matured.
He's no longer ashamed of masturbation. That happens when you have to do it almost every day. Sleeping in the same bed with Oliver took a toll on him, and the fact that Oliver wouldn't have sex with him just made it worse.
Oliver, being the "saint" he is, finds it disrespectful. He says with how much his parents do for him and his brother, the least he could do is not fuck their son every chance he gets.
But this has been a blessing in disguise. Not fucking Oliver Beckett every time they're alone has left them time to interact with each other. They've leveled up from enemies to a friends.
It officially happened two nights ago when they bonded over the first porno they watched. No sex leads to weird conversations.
"I already told you about that, Addison. No. It isn't just for me. It's for Gabe too."
"The walls are thick. Gabe won't hear a thing."
"Not that. What happens when your parents find out that their gay son sleeps with his hookup every night? What if they kick us out?"
"My parents would never do that. The most they would do is make us keep the door open, something that I still wouldn't do."
"It's a no. Now we need to get up and get ready before Gabe gets in the shower first and uses all the hot water."
"Wait, what are you wearing for the fall festival tonight?"
The night has finally come. After tiring meetings and arguments with their principal over color schemes, the fall festival has arrived. And Addison was terrified.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because it's gonna be cold, and I don't want to hear you complain the whole time."
Oliver frowned. "I do not complain."
"Last week, when we went to the mall with Gabe, you made us drive all the way home for another jacket."
