Hating Game [BoyxBoy]

"You didn't push me away."

Chapter 5: “You didn't push me away.”

“Where is it?” Hawthorne barked.

“Where is what?” Railings appeared innocent but Hawthorne wouldn't fall for that look. Only Railings had a kink to mess with him.

What more can happen? Hawthorne received a video from an anonymous number. It was a video of him wearing SpongeBob SquarePants and dancing in the bathroom while singing '‘baby’ by Justin Bieber. Another embarrassing move and Hawthorne was very sure that the anonymous video was from Railings.

Railings played dumb, feigning a look of confusion. "Gosh, Hawthorne," he drawled, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation, "I don't know what you're talking about. You're gonna have to be a bit more specific."

Hawthorne's fists clenched tighter, he leaned closer to Railings, his face mere inches from the other boy’s. “The video,” he seethed through clenched teeth. “You think I'm gonna let you use it against me?”

Railings’ smirk deepened, his eyes dancing with delight. “Oh, but I’m not gonna use it against you, Hawthorne.” he said, his voice deceptively sweet. “I’m gonna cherish it. Frame it. Keep it as a memento of the night you finally bared your soul, even if it was to a bottle of Jack Daniels.”

Hawthorne lunged forward, grabbing Railings’ collar in a white-hot fury.

Railings’ face hardened, his amusement vanishing. “Get your hands off me,” he snarled, wrenching himself free from Hawthorne’s grip. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Hawthorne glared at Railings, his breathing coming in harsh, ragged gasps. “You’re not afraid because you’re a coward,” he spat. “You’d rather hide behind your snarky jokes than face me like a man.”

Railings’ gaze narrowed. “You want me to face you like a man?” he challenged, stepping closer to Hawthorne, the air between them charged with electricity. “Fine.”

Railings didn't think, he just clashed his lips on Hawthorne's. With a gasp of shock, Hawthorne nearly forgot how to breath. Railings’ kiss was fierce and unexpected, his lips a brand against Hawthorne’s own. Hawthorne’s body tensed, his mind filled of confusion, anger, and an inexplicable, aching heat that burned through his veins.

A strangled sound tore from his throat, partway between a moan and a growl. He knew he should push Railings away, knew he should call him out for this twisted game he was suddenly playing. But something stopped him. Something deep inside him responded to Railings’ touch, to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

Hawthorne could feel Railings’ smirk against his lips, the smugness and victory that twisted the kiss into something dark and dangerous. But Hawthorne wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and he wasn’t about to let Railings have the last laugh.

Growling, he pushed back against Railings, his mouth turning the kiss into a battle for dominance. Railings responded in kind, his hands tightening on Hawthorne’s arms as the kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a fierce dance.

The kiss was a hurricane, Hawthorne’s body was on fire, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might break through his chest. This was madness, he knew, insanity to be kissing his enemy, the boy who had made his school life a living hell since they first met.

But logic and reason seemed a distant memory, lost in the haze of passion that clouded his mind.

Suddenly, as if remembering where they were and what was at stake, Railings broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “I—” he began, but the words died on hislipss.