Sticking two hot heads who've had it out for each other since day one didn't seem smart. But yet that's exactly what happens. Roman and Will didn't "click" together, the closest they were to having something in common was their swim team and their n...
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Roman never had a good day without weed. He can't remember a day when he didn't have a joint in his hand. He would wake up, probably get a good smoke in before school, then endure the day with remarks and maybe a fight with Will, sneakily sneak one before swimming practice, and get yelled at more by Will. Later at night was spent with Reid, more smoke, and a trip to the store or woods.
He didn't know when it all started. Sure he remembered the innocent days. But he started at such a young age, probably when he had to move to his aunt's house. He wasn't the happiest, his whole life had been uprooted. Everything he knew, his Spider-Man bed, his backyard, the marks on the kitchen wall showing how tall he's gotten, his parents. Everything was gone. At just ten years old, he felt like everything was against him.
He got into fights at school, starting an argument with anyone willing, and dangled around with the kids who didn't give a fuck. Because he truly didn't. He smoked for his first time in the bathrooms during history class.
But with everything, he never blamed his aunt. She was an incredible woman who tried everything she was capable of to keep Roman away from these instincts. The root of his supposed problems was never her because she was always there to get him out of trouble, trying to steer him in the right direction and forcing him to care about his life, which he found arduous as he grew older.
So to fix this shitty day, he has been smoking until he couldn't feel anything. It gave him nostalgia for all the times he'd puffed his stick in his aunt's apartment before scrambling as he tried to get the smoke out before his aunt arrived. He remembered the times with Reid, sneaking out in the dawn of night and going high through the forest or lakes, or streets. He remembered being so high once he tried robbing a McDonald's, which ended in his friends and him running from the yelling workers.
He was tangled on his bed with all the sheets thrown to the floor. He was shirtless, sprawled out on the bed merely covered in his loose boxers Smoke hovered and carelessly took off all over the room as it found refuge on his clothes thrown which would smell repulsive tomorrow. But the pungent and disgusting aroma almost soothed Roman. He was leaning against the headboard, not a care in the world. All the heat in his lungs left this tingling sensation all over his body. He tilted his head back and blew the haze, something mesmerizing about it coming from his lips.
It couldn't get better than this.
So with a contented sigh, a round of giggles, and a session of water coloring to see if he was better when high (he wasn't), his stomach began growling. He hesitantly finished his stick, a broad smile of the delirious feeling running through his veins. He felt like he was flying as he tottered out of his bed and avoided all the mess on the floor like it was lava.
He walked into the kitchen, imagining it was a heavily protected fortress he had to escape in, so he slipped behind the walls, looking around before he attempted to roll. He failed midway as his elbow his the cabinet and he muttered a fuck. He recovered steadily and looked to his sides before he made his move, hiding behind the island and allowing his arm to creep up slowly above him. His arm was slow, keeping it precise to swipe the key card. When he didn't find it, his eyebrows furrowed.
But people trying to escape in a fortress were always quick thinkers. So he slightly peeked his head up, looking around suspiciously. He looked on the counters for the card, but didn't see it anywhere. That's when his stomach growled again, and he couldn't take it. He angrily got up, grabbed the cabinet door, and tried forcing it open like a madman, pulling and pushing on it. It obviously didn't budge, but then a genius idea seeped into his brain. He remembered a specific blond and rounded the corner, deciding to make his worst decision that night.
It was a routine view of him shirtless with a book in hand. Except this time, he was on his stomach, his legs kicking in the air with headphones plugged in. What wasn't routine was Roman's thoughts creeping to how Will looked really good. His bright and luscious hair appeared mesmerizing that Roman could feel the soft locks in his hands. His lips were in a pout, which they always seemed to be when he was focused. And god, did they look good.
What bewitched Roman was his arched back, his arm holding up his jaw. His skin was silky smooth, freckles and moles littering over the accentuated and developed muscles. Lower was that narrow waist that hypnotized him to give in to the urge of encasing his arms around the skin. He was rooted in his place, stuck for the rest of his life to oggle, which didn't sound bad, especially with his ass all up and perky.
Weed made him really horny.
"What are you looking at weirdo?" Will asked once he noticed the boy staring darkly at him.
Roman's pants shockingly got tighter at the boy's smooth and deep voice. He finally had the time to appreciate the calm and clear voice that never had any shakiness or reluctance to it. Roman's eyes moved to his eyes, the delicate hazel colors seeming more alluring and attractive than before, like they were asking something of him, and he would dutifully give him it. He looked at his neck, his adam's apple prominent as he looked back at Roman. His chest looked perfect as ever, and this weed was so whack it felt like he was touching his soft chest. That's when he noticed he was remarkably close to Will, not touching, but he knew his eyes were doing all sorts of assault.
"What do you want?" Will asked once again, annoyance but confusion in his voice.
Roman continued staring at his body, opening his mouth to reply but couldn't. His mouth was noticeably dry, in contrast to his clammy hands. Gosh, his pants felt tight.
"Uh- I just... Y- well-" He reasoned, words not forming in his head. He felt weird. He looked at Will's lips, how pink they looked. "I just-"
Will raised an eyebrow, "Hm?"
"Can you make me food?"
"It's fucking eleven p.m..." He uttered slowly, the words passing through Roman's mind slowly.
"I'm starving." He muttered slowly, looking at the way Will's neck arched to look at him, his veins trailing down to his biceps that held him up.
"Well... What do you want?" The blond asked.
Roman looked over Will again, maybe just the passing thought of how Will looked so good right now passed again. "A burger."
"Asshole," Will muttered, deciding he was done with Roman's antics. He snatched the iPod and stormed out of the living room. Roman watched intensely as his back muscles flexed and his ass jerked with every stomp.
Roman realized what really went down. The enemy of his fortress used fucking seduction and his body to trick him. And Roman has fallen victim to the goddess.
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