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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"Fuck." Addison exhaled, Oliver's sweaty body collapsed on top of his for the second time that morning. "Ok. let's stop." He pushed him off and pitifully crawled under the sheets.
"Did I wear you out?" Oliver grinned.
Ever since the night of the fall festival, Oliver's finally got over his fear of sex. And the guy had more stamina than before, not that Addison minded. Every chance they got, he pounced. And Addison willingly complied.
"No."
Yes.
Oliver joined him under the covers and sighed, "Was I too rough? You look beat."
"No, I'm fine. I just think maybe we should give my ass a break, you know?"
Oliver nodded keeping a fixed stare on the boy's face. Addison looked side to side and cleared his throat. Oliver's gaze never let up. "Oliver?"
He grinned, "You have a lazy eye. Did you know that?"
Shit.
Addison immediately hid his face in his covers, "No! Why would you stare at my face like that?"
"I was admiring your beauty." Oliver peeled the sheet off of his face. "It's not that noticeable."
"But I hate it."
" But I love it."
Addison felt his cheeks flush at the sincerity lacing the boy's tone. Their "moment" was interrupted by the door swinging open and for the first time, he felt grateful for Gabe. That was until he remembered that he was butt naked and covered in his cum.
"Hey, where are--Eww!"
"Gabe get out!" Oliver grimaced.
The boy hurried out and slammed the door behind him, "How was I supposed to know you guys were doing...that?"
They both got dressed in a matter of seconds, "You can come in now."
Gabe gradually opened the door and peaked in before entering, "Sorry. That won't happen again. I've learned my lesson-"
"-What do you want?" Addison cut in.
"I was wondering where your parents are."
"Why?"
"Well...Autumn was gonna come over and-"
"-You're not having a girl over." Oliver sighed. "Is that all?"
"Wait no! Oliver come on, please."
"Gabriel, no."
"You literally sleep with this guy every night and he's a total slut for you!"
"Wow, sitting right here," Addison muttered.
"What does that have to do with anything? I'm an adult, you're 14."
