You're two birds of a feather; two assholes, made for eachother

revenge as a love language

Okane's room wasn't anonymous, even after Jana's destroyed it, he did his best to bring it back to its old glories. Still, sometimes it felt like a house and not a home.

His room started to feel lived and, by itself, alive, when Luka stepped in.

In the beginning, it was just a few things. Clothes, toothbrush, the necessary to look presentable in class the day after.

Then Luka was, slowly, starting to move in. Sometimes Okane even found around foods he preferred to snack or whole piles of his school books. Okane liked to tease him about it, and remind him to bring his stuff back to his room. But, deep inside, he didn't mind it.

Still, Okane was a provocateur prankster in the soul, and he was going to find an overdramatized way to return to Luka his multitude of clothes. Clothes that started to be more than his own in the closet.

The best part about it was that Luka knew really well that Okane would have done something exaggerated about it at some point. And he was going to take revenge in turn surely.

They made it work like that. Somewhat.

Even though it was part of his plan, Okane chose this way to do it not just for the clothes. Which were now all scattered on the ground. Indeed, there were thousands of ulterior ways that didn't include sex, but how could he choose some other method to the sight of Luka under him whimpering?

Okane and Luka weren't particularly loud when they had tender sex, it felt almost like making love. Even though none of them would ever call it like that.

Sometimes, feelings got involved when they did it. Other times they just wanted to get off, and it was loud and rough. At times, it was just tender, with no purpose, slow and silent.

They kept rocking back and forth on the bed, eyes shut, Luka's long and slender legs hooked around Okane's hips.

The blonde one nipped his partner's ear, Okane smiling against his neck. There was something different in doing it just to feel the other's skin against yours, his heartbeat along with yours. Cuddling on the next level, cuddling without knowing where you start and the other ends, cuddling in a way that felt like melting together.

After a few long minutes, Okane felt the first trace of his orgasm build up in his gut, and started to tighten his grip on Luka's hips, jerking him so forward that his head touched the headboard of the bed, but the pleasure was too distracting for him to complain.

Mainly because Okane was great at hitting Luka's sweet spot in a methodic rhythm. And then the brunet started sucking a delicate spot of pale skin on the blonde's neck until Luka gasped for release.

Their breaths turned erratic, and Okane's hands moved frenetically to hold on to the headboard, the only thing the pair felt was the heated wave of pleasure navigating through their bodies, and although Luka came a few minutes after Okane, it was just as intense.

Exhausted, Okane sprawled himself off Luka, against him by his side. It wasn't an enough big bed for two men like them, but Okane never really complained about it because he had an excuse to watch upclose his lover slowly recover from his orgasm.

"We should take a shower" Luka whispered, with a low weary tone, Okane raised an eyebrow. "We?" Asked in a certain tone, Luka smiled while turning his head towards him.

"Think you can get it up for another round?" Luka teased him moving his hands around the other's hips, scratching the skin under his painted nails. Okane opened his mouth to say something, but the blonde suddenly got up and started to walk slowly toward the bathroom.

Without putting anything on, giving the other a view that could surpass most of the porn Okane watched in all his life.

Revenge could wait for a little more. In the end, it was even more guaranteed of Luka falling asleep after two rounds of pure filthy intercourse.

A sudden knock came through the door, Esteban shared a confused look with Dixon, who just got up and opened at the stranger.

Said stranger was just Okane with wet curly hair and an infinite pile of clothes in his arms, "sorry to bother guys, I have a delivery" he said laughing.

Dixon let him in, even though neither he nor Esteban really knew what was going on. Okane proceeded to just hurl all the stuff he was carrying in Luka's bed, the two snickered a little while the intruder wore a sly grin.

"Is this a really strange way of giving presents or what?" Dixon asked with an amused tone, Okane just chuckled "Nah, he just forgets all of his shit in my room all the time".

Esteban raised an eyebrow "I think he does it on purpose, man" then he added with a smile. "I don't mind it too much" sheepishly Okane admitted, "but if some teacher checks, is gonna be way too obvious". Both Dixon and Esteban agreed with the statement, Luka spent most of his free time in his partner's room, and it was already getting obvious.

It had to be recognized that having a room alone, had these kinds of perks. Those kinds of perks that being invaded in your spaces by your boyfriend doesn't mean bothering other roommates. Even though, of course, neither Esteban nor Dixon minded Okane's presence in their shared room.

He wasn't that bad. Okane had a kind of armor made of arrogance and ironic constant bickering, but some sides of him were rather enjoyable.

First of all, the most evident one, his taste, and talent in music were unbelievable. Okane was also much keen to make fun of Luka, and that was a sight to watch.

Okans still was a strategic mischievous asshole, but they were friends with Luka so it wasn't that different anyway.

But having a room all to themselves had to be the dream.

Majorly Dixon got that well. It was an adventure to get time alone with MJ and a bed (without letting all of their friends understand their sexual routines).

"Where is he, anyway?" Esteban asked looking around the room like Luka could suddenly appear. Okane smiled deviously, and there the rascal came back, "oh don't worry about him, Luka is sleeping in my room, completely exhausted" said in a delighted low voice at his perfect plan.

Dixon and Esteban shared a look, if they weren't together, those two would've already killed each other.