✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

15. That Time Blake Caught a Break (M)

Blake didn't know what hour it was when he hauled his ass up the olive tree, onto the roof, and in front of Vance's window, but he knew it was very late.

So, it was weird that Vance was already awake when he knocked on the glass. He didn't have any hair gel on, so his hair was all ruffled and loose, falling across his forehead in soft wisps. He had papers out on his desk under a lamplight, and it was clear he was racking his brains over it since he opened the window with a stack of those papers in his hand. It was also weird that he didn't even look annoyed that Blake was here. "Blake? What are you doing back here in the middle of the night?"

"Guess I just couldn't stay away from you." Blake gave him a grin even past the stabbing aches in his back. God, he felt like Julius Caesar. "Can I keep you company?"

Now, Vance made an annoyed face, but he still let Blake in, shutting the window and curtains after him. "What do you want now? I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"What's this something? Homework?"

"No." He gathered up the papers and dropped a very unused textbook on top of them.

It was clear Vance didn't wanna talk about the mystery papers, so Blake moved on. "Hey, I was bored as hell in my room, so I decided to drop by again."

"Earlier today wasn't enough for you?" he hissed, kinda giving himself away by blushing.

"Nope." Blake approached Vance, who was backing up against his desk. "You see, I like to go more than one round."

"Blake," Vance said, unsure of this but probably a little into it judging by his conflicted expression. "My mom's supposed to be home any minute."

"I can be quiet." Blake cupped the back of Vance's neck and put their foreheads together, stroking the back of his neck with his thumb. He was so warm. Vance relaxed like a charm, and he probably forgot all about telling Blake to get out. Blake whispered, "Let's just kill an hour or two, yeah?"

He caught whatever Vance's reply was in a kiss, and Blake did his best to scramble up Vance's thoughts, so he didn't get kicked out right away. He just felt really bad for using Vance like this, but he could really use a good makeout session with this adorable greaser tonight.

"Blake." He grabbed onto the front of his shirt. He really was cute. "You're cold."

"Sorry, baby. I walked here." Blake stroked his nape as an apology and gave Vance a gentle nip. That really disarmed him and left Blake free to lick his way deeper. That really pleased Vance if his soft noise was anything to judge by, and Blake kept it going and enjoyed how warm and inviting Vance's mouth was right up until a shock of fire ran up his side. He moaned in the unsexy way and grabbed Vance's hand from where it slid to Blake's back. "Sorry, I had a nasty fall. There's a bruise right there."

"Huh? Oh." Vance looked awkward. "Sorry. Did you fall out of my tree?"

"Yep. So uncool, right?" Blake laughed for Vance before he caught him in another kiss. It was a little harder to do it soft and gentle when there were these bright pangs digging into his back, but Blake didn't think Vance noticed.

Blake touched Vance's waist over his shirt and squeezed it, feeling the muscle and little bit of fat there in one satisfying handful. He had a small waist, and it fit perfectly in Blake's hands. Vance stifled a little moan, and Blake thought it was adorable that he liked to be groped even though he kept pretending he didn't. Blake slid his palm up and down on Vance's waist, appreciating the dip there before sliding down to his hip.

Blake shuffled close enough that he could feel Vance's hard-on pressing against his thigh. He pulled off to tease, "Expecting something?"

"Shut up." His hand was still clutching Blake's shirt to keep him close, and that was all Blake needed to know.