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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There wouldn't be moments like these. Relaxing on the beach with not one care in the world except what they would do tomorrow. No days filled with lazing around and messing around with each other. No days cooking with each other like an old married couple. They both knew it was coming, an end to their well 4-year fighting career. An end to this beach house they cussed and the bonding exercises they attempted to hate. An end to the repetitive yet most exciting days.
So they had to make the best of what little time they had.
"Ow, my lip."
"I think that's the least of your problems." Will gritted as he shoved Roman against the wall.
Roman was going to retort something smart- surely, but Will cut him off by pressing his lips right on the dark-haired boy's lips. His body leaned into the touch and clutched the blond's body closer while Will took hold of him by the jaw and hip, forcing his every movement.
Roman didn't like that. He pulled apart their kiss to grab Will by the chest and shove him against the table, "Is that an offer or threat?"
Will grazed the back of the Brazilian's neck, bringing their lips awfully close but not just yet connecting. "Maybe both?" He tentatively said, looking from the boy's lips to his eyes with a smirk.
"You might need to offer more," Roman sounded out, splitting the boy's leg apart and putting himself between them.
"I'm not enough?" Will chuckled against Roman's lips, wrapping his legs around his waist. You are, Roman instantly replied to himself, but a lump got caught in his throat and all he could really do was thrust his lips against the blond again.
They each tried to control their kiss, grabbing each other's jaws and slipping their tongues into each other's mouths. They needed to be closer. Roman felt Will's legs lock behind him as he grabbed the blond's hips. The raven-head boy smirked against the pair of sweet lips on him, sucking Will's tongue in and getting friskier and frisker as he tried pushing Will further down the table and basically trying to saddle him.
Roman moaned down Will's neck, adventuring down the blond's smooth and fair skin, sucking, drooling, making hickeys on him, all while Will groaned. The blond seemed to have a sensitive spot when Roman reached his collarbone because every time his tongue swiped that spot, Will's hips bucked up and grinded against Roman's abdomen.
Roman held his hips down, making Will whine, "So desperate." He smiled against Wills's skin as he grabbed the hem of the blond's shirt and threw it off to connect his tongue to the blond's chest. He was desperate too.
"More, more, more..." Will groaned, trying to grind his hips up, but Roman held them down tight.
"You're hot when you're begging," Roman chuckled, leaving a trail of saliva as he licked and sucked red marks down his core and stomach.
