how to get over your crush | tillvan

the way to get over you're crush

till was getting used to waking up in another person's arms. it was a strange thought that he's pondered over in the post morning clarity of every night spent together. the man sleeping beside him was his friend from many years ago, and you're probably wondering how he ended up in this kind of relationship with him.

well, the thing is, till had—sorry, has—a crush on this girl. he's been unrequitedly pining over her since childhood, it was slightly obsessive but till was shy so you mustn't blame him for watching her from afar (albeit like a creep). anyway, mizi, the girl he likes, is now officially taken, by a girl. so you see, till never really stood a chance and he's known this (of course he would with all his stalk—pining) for a long time since mizi and sua (mizi's girlfriend) had always been together since way before till can even remember.

so till's been trying to get over his crush, which wasn't easy at all considering he's been crushing for maybe ten years now. but amidst his self loathing and grievances, ivan—the friend from many years ago—came to him with a simple solution to how till can get his mind off of his depressing one-sided love. the solution was (you guessed it) getting fucked so that he wouldn't be able to think of anything at all. in till's opinion, although it was quite an unconventional method that he was pretty against at first, it definitely worked.

till lifted the thin blanket sloppily thrown over him to reveal his naked body in all its post sex glory. he almost frowned at the bruises marked all over him before he realised he couldn't even be bothered to get mad and simply sighed. the body beside him groaned softly and the arms holding him captive tightened around his waist. lips ghosted over his shoulder, fanning his skin with warm breath and forcing an involuntary shiver to run down his spine.

those lips pressed themselves against the back of his shoulder blades. "...good morning." ivan spoke, his morning voice was husky and made till flush red. he almost wanted to just straight out ignore him but till sucked in his breath and murmured his own greeting back. now, till was vividly aware of the thing poking his buttcheek as of current but he'd been ignoring it, because his pride wouldn't let him admit to the soreness he felt from last night's activities.

ivan nuzzled his face against till's nape and till had to bite down on his bottom lip to stop the squeal that almost came out when the thing poking his butt rubbed up against his asshole—which was still very much sensitive. "h-hey!" the grey haired man whispered harshly. he elbowed the man holding him, pushing him away as he turned so that they were facing each other. ivan's smile was dazzling and even till had to admit that he was absolutely breathtaking. still, he wasn't just going to give in to him just 'cause he was insanely good looking. till opened his mouth to say something but his words were—literally—swallowed by the lips that enveloped his.

he tried to push the other man away but it was a pretty pathetic attempt that didn't really do anything (though, if he really wanted to, till could easily win over him in terms of strength). alas, he could do nothing else but resign himself to the insatiable beast that was ivan. for reasons unbeknownst to till, ivan was kissing him like it was the end of the world, latching on to him and basically devouring him whole. till could breathe as much as he could think, which wasn't at all. and with ivan stealing all the oxygen from his lungs he thought it might not be that bad if he were to die like this. when ivan finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips and panting, till was heaving, face red from both embarrassment and lack of oxygen.

he was ready to spiral out a slew of curses but was interrupted again, when ivan grabbed his thighs and pulled them apart. till actually squealed this time. sitting up, he placed his hands on ivan's broad shoulders and tried to push him away with feeble strength. ivan plucked one of his hands off of his shoulder and kissed the palm of it, looking up at him with adoring eyes.

"what's wrong till?" he asked, his breath made till's hand feel hot and the feeling rushed to his cheeks just as quickly.

'you, you bastard.' till wanted to say, but he held himself back, simply scowling at the other man. ivan smiled and bit on one of till's fingers, his fang scratched down the side of it just barely. till narrowed his eyes and went to pull his hand back when the grip on his wrist tightened, holding him in place. ivan was staring him down with an intensity that sent heat straight down to till's stomach.

belatedly, till realised the bulge in ivan boxer's was quite prominent, and that he was in a very vulnerable and exposed position right now. ivan was still staring at him, which caused him to shuffle awkwardly in his spot, well, as best he could with the way ivan was situated between his spread legs. he jolted when ivan's lips wrapped around his finger and a tongue prodded on his fingertip. he had to grit his teeth when the other smiled lecherously and swallowed down to his knuckle. till swore that it was the summer heat that left him blushing—not that anyone would believe that. his traitorous body was also a thing of annoyance, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was hard again.

so, like every other time they had sex, till let himself be strung along by worldly pleasures that left his entire being trembling and him, brain dead to anything that wasn't the dick fucking him into oblivion.

on the bright side, he wasn't thinking about his sad unrequited love of ten years anymore. not with his thoughts being plagued by ivan and how ridiculously good ivan made him feel. so, while it really wasn't the most conventional method, it damn well worked pretty good.

and that's all that matters, right?