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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A lot of things are the same. The same white walls. The same annoying bonding exercises. The same paintings hung. The same meals shared. Just one more thing was different.
And that was the nonstop fucking.
Will smirked at the ridiculous dark-haired boy before he grabbed the back of his head and pushed his lips on the Brazilian's pink ones. Roman felt that familiar surge of heat run through his body, his hands instinctively grabbing Will's waist.
They've been following their bonding exercises. Some boring ones, some eventful ones like a game of 20 questions that was only filled with sexual questions, and another lovely time building a gingerbread house even if it was the middle of the summer. Sure their games were sometimes cut short for a little southern detour, but it made it even more enjoyable.
They didn't leave the sloppy kiss as they forced themselves onto the kitchen counter. Will grabbed his thigh, pushing it up and pressing himself between his legs.
They had to ration food the past few days since their appetites have significantly increased, the cause fairly obvious. This morning they made a makeshift hotdogs with pasta instead of sausage, which was surprisingly good but not shockingly disgusting at the same time.
Roman moaned into the kiss, his fingers gnawing into Will's skin as he eagerly explored the blond's mouth with his tongue. Roman was pushed into another counter, Will punishingly shoved his hips toward Roman's.
Not to mention the sex. Anywhere they could. On the couch, Roman was pinned down just as quick as Will's hips were. Roman's bed where he thought he would have at least some control but that wasn't the case. The bonding room where Will would give a good blow job if he wanted to, but he always looked tempted to bite Roman's dick off. The kitchen where Roman would be bent over and fucked over the counter.
Roman threw his head back, Will kissing his neck softly with his gyrating hips, his soft moans ruining the silence. But they always hated the silence anyway.
Otherwise, they've been doing their regular bickering, a side of swimming, lots of water coloring and piano playing, the occasional food fights, and world-shattering sex.
"Boysss." A booming voice came from the living room, and they disconnected their lips with a loud smack and scrambled to get away from each other. They stared wide-eyed at each other, examining their messed-up states of messy hair, spit slicked on their lips, and wrinkled shirts. Will was first to turn into the living room, wiping his face as he walked out as Roman fixed his hair and incredibly tight pants.
"Hey." Will smiled, going up to Coach and giving him a quick side hug.
"Hey boys, I missed you." He smiled at Will. Roman came from the corner, giving a tight-lipped smile.
"Hey-"
Coach gave him a confused look as he interrupted him, "Why are you limping?" Roman froze and his face turned red. He wanted to glare at Will and announce what he did, but he couldn't as Will covered up his smirk with his hand.
