Bad Habits

Old Habits Die Hard

TW// slight nsfw

Dakota's back slams against the door of Beck's apartment, the door handle sticking into his side.

His legs are tightly wrapped around the blonde's waist and his arms around his neck. Beck's arm wraps around Dakota's back as he fumbles with his keys with his free hand.

"Ow," Dakota mumbles against Beck's lips, in the midst of a sloppy, frantic kiss.

"Sorry," Beck mutters insincerely, somehow sounding not one bit sorry, before he pushes their lips back together in a heated flurry, pushing his door open finally, booting it closed with his foot and carrying Dakota into the kitchen.

Dakota feels cold marble underneath his thighs as Beck puts him down on the kitchen counter, his legs still wrapped around Beck's waist as their tongues roam each other's mouths desperately.

Parker's words ring in his ears, don't do anything stupid.

This is definitely stupid, but Dakota doesn't care. Nothing matters in this moment, just that Beck is there, really there, in front of him.

Beck pulls away from the kiss, his hand gripping Dakota's jaw in a tight hold as his lips trail the length of Dakota's neck, sucking at a sensitive spot right under his ear, the way he knows he likes it. Dakota rolls his head back, giving Beck more room to explore and leave purple marks where he's been.

Dakota's hands find their way into Beck's hair as Beck mumbles against his warm, olive skin, "fuck, missed you."

Dakota's eyes flutter shut when Beck's words vibrate against his neck and he says, "missed you too."

Strong hands move down to Dakota's waist, digging in. The feeling suddenly overwhelms the brunette's body, causing him to let out a soft, low moan. He blushes as he feels Beck smile against his sensitive skin.

"So," Beck says in a husky voice between peppering light kisses along the length of Dakota's jawline, hands still sitting firmly on his waist. "How've you been?"

"You talk too much," Dakota breathes, and Beck expels a low laugh. Dakota grasps Beck's chin and guides his face up so that their lips are connected again, and Dakota softly bites Beck's bottom lip. This time, it's Beck who moans and he slips his tongue into Dakota's mouth to stop the teasing that he knows would have come from the brunette.

"Just tell me one thing," Beck says, pulling back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did you get into college?" His hair is wild and his lips are slick with shared saliva, almost making Dakota laugh.

"Yeah, Harvard," he says.

Beck smashes their lips back together, mumbling against Dakota's as he breathes, "that's so fucking hot."

This time it's Dakota who pulls away. "I dropped out," he says simply.

"What?" Beck looks shocked. "Why?"

Dakota shrugs. "Didn't like it," he says bluntly, "can we continue?"

"Fine," Beck manages to get out before Dakota pulls his body impossibly closer, their chests resting flush against each others. "That's still hot though."

Dakota grows impatient. "Shut up, Beck."

A low growl escapes Beck's lips before he whispers against Dakota's exposed collarbone, "say that again."

"Shut up?" Dakota asks, slightly confused at the request.

"No," Beck laughs, "say my name again. I wanna hear it on those pretty lips of yours."

"Beck," Dakota breathes heavily, his back arching as Beck's fingers dig into his waist again, coaxing the name out of him. "Beck."

Suddenly, Beck's grip around Dakota's waist loosens and his hands slip underneath his thighs, lifting him back up as he starts to walk clumsily through his apartment.

Still kissing the boy wrapped around him, Beck makes his way towards his bedroom, turning to push the door open with his back.

"Fuck," Beck says as he turns and trips on a discarded shoe on the floor, sending both of the boys flying onto the bed, Beck landing heavily on top of Dakota.

They're giggling, both boys too drunk to even notice if it hurt. Beck pulls back slightly, taking every inch of Dakota's face in with his glistening eyes as he whispers, "so pretty." His thumb traces the outlines of Dakota's lips — like he always did when he wanted to admire the way Dakota looked in a certain light — pausing on his bottom lip, pressing down hard enough so that Dakota's mouth parts and his thumb slips in. Dakota's lips wrap around his thumb and Beck feels a tongue swirl around it. It takes everything in him not to push his thumb even further.

"How about you?" Dakota asks as he pulls off of Beck's thumb with a lewd 'pop', ignoring the compliment and moving himself so he's resting on his elbows with Beck between his legs. "Did you get into Yale?"

"Yeah," Beck says as he stands, whipping his t-shirt off over his head. Dakota notices his unmarked skin and a tear pricks at his eye. He blinks it away before it can spill out. "Why do you think I'm in Connecticut?"

Dakota hadn't given any thought to the possibility that Beck might be in Connecticut all those years ago when he and Parker decided to move there. Sure, he'd thought about it a couple times since, but he always pushed the thought from his head, assuming Beck would've moved far far away, where Dakota would never find him.

"That's big, Beck," Dakota muses. "Good for you."

He reaches out a hand, his fingers trailing down Beck's muscular chest, eyes following the same line his fingers traces. He's got a lustful look on his face, watching Beck's chest muscle's flex underneath his touch with half-lidded eyes.

"Thought you wanted to continue?" Beck asks, planting both his hands flat on either side of Dakota's head.

"I did," Dakota replies, "I do."

Beck lowers himself down, like he's doing a pushup, and the reward is Dakota. Their lips collide again, needier and hungrier than before. Hands explore bodies, tongues explore mouths and Dakota's heart beats faster at every new touch. His breath hitches in his throat as Beck breathes dangerously close to Dakota's ear, sending a wave of euphoria over the brunette.

"We should slow down," Dakota says breathlessly before he connects their lips again, his actions betraying his words.

Beck swiftly moves his hands down Dakota's body and up under his top, feeling the warm skin tingle against his fingertips as he says, "but I don't want to."

The situation can only be described as hot and desperate, Beck panting against the curve of Dakota's neck, his fingers grazing over the body of the boy he had been thinking about non-stop for five years.

Dakota rolls his hips up against Beck's, causing the blonde to groan loudly and his hands instantly pin Dakota's body to the bed.

"Neither," Dakota says with a grin on his face.

Beck pulls one hand out from under Dakota's top and reaches over to his bedside table, rummaging through the drawer blindly, finally lifting up a small square packet in between his middle and index fingers.

"Just like old times?" Beck asks and Dakota nods his head eagerly.