Raheem and Malik were supposed enemies, they hated each other, but there's a fine line between love and hate. Their parents were business rivals so it made sense for them to dislike each other. Can you imagine that? Two seventeen-year-old boys pitted against each other all because their parents don't get along, seems idiotic to me.
Raheem and Malik were the stereotypical jock that every guy wanted to look like and every girl wanted to date. Both on the basketball team, Malik was a point guard while Raheem was a shooting guard. It didn't help that they were co-captains either. Their ideas often clashed, resulting in heated arguments between the two.
The team had won the championship game, which meant an after-party was in order. Malik didn't want to attend because he was more introverted and would prefer reading a book in his home instead of weaving through a sea of drunk sweaty teenagers. But, he had to attend which meant he had to see Raheem, who he refers to as the arrogant accident.
The party was going well, but Malik was slightly intoxicated, while Raheem was completely drunk. Malik was walking towards his co-captain and teammates when he saw the losing team approaching Raheem and his group. A fight broke out between Raheem and Derek, who was the captain of the opposing team before Malik could join them. The rest of his teammates foolishly formed a circle around the brawling boys, cheering them on. Malik decided to step in, but as he tried to separate Derek from Raheem, he got hit in the nose. Despite the pain, he managed to pull Derek away and help Raheem up. However, Derek continued to provoke Raheem, making the situation worse.
"Too much of a bitch to throw a proper punch!?" Derek yelled in the most smug tone a person can have. When he saw he had a reaction he pressed on.
"Tell your bitch of a sister I said if-"
Before he could finish the sentence, Malik punched him square in the face, knocking him off his feet, then grabbed Raheem by his shirt and led him to a secluded area.
"Where is your room Raheem?" Malik asked. But instead of an answer Raheem simply took him there, stumbling over his own feet.
When they reached Raheem was pulling on the door, muttering nonsense, Malik rolled his eyes at his drunk state before gently pushing him aside and pushing the door open. Raheem looked as though the door had offended him. Malik tugged on his wrist to get him to enter the room.
"Do you have a first aid kit Raheem?" Malik asked while closing the door.
"Yes." Raheem answered.
Malik stared at Raheem, expecting more of an answer. Raheem stared back, blankly.
"Well, are you gonna tell me where it is so I can clean you up?" Malik asked irritatedly.
"Top drawer."
Malik hummed and went to his drawer but apparently, he opened the wrong one because instead of a first aid kit, he saw a box of condoms, and heat rose to his cheeks. He opened the next drawer and saw what he was looking for.
"Why did you punch Derek, he didn't do anything to you?" Raheem asked or slurred in his case.
Malik stood over Raheem with some antiseptic wipes. For a moment Raheem liked the feeling of Malik towering over him, he was about to get up when Malik pushed him back onto the bed.
"You and I aren't friends, I doubt we'll ever be friends but no one is allowed to bruise this face of yours, no one but me." Malik answered with such raw emotion it almost sounded possessive-like; like he was jealous of Derek for punching him."Besides, he was about to insult your sister, and if I hadn't stepped in you might have killed him." By the time he had finished speaking, his legs were on both sides of Raheem's abdomen, trapping him between his legs.
Raheem would be lying if he said he didn't like the position they were in, as Malik tended to his face with the wipes, the stinging quickly reminded him of what Malik told him earlier. The fact that Malik wanted to be the only one to hit him made him feel like he had accomplished something, he smiled but hissed when Malik started to dab the wipe above his left eyebrow where a particularly nasty cut was. When Raheem tried to move Malik gripped his chin to hold him in place. Raheem still struggled, trying to get out of Malik's grip, however, Malik had had enough.
"I swear to god Raheem if you move one more fucking time I'll tie your ass to this bed so stay still and let me do this." Malik said as he rested most of his weight onto Raheem and tightened his grip on his chin.
"But it hurts and you're not very gentle- don't roll your eyes alright it really does hurt Mal." Raheem pouted unaware of the nickname he let slip from his lips. Malik however did notice.
"Fine, I'll be gentle." Malik said loosening his grip. "Please stop pouting" he muttered unable to stop his heart from going too fast for his liking.
The stings from the cut brought Raheem back to reality as he realized the precarious position they were in; he suddenly felt hot and he wasn't sure if him feeling this way for Malik of all people was a bad thing. When Malik did finish, he tried to get off of him but Raheem pulled him back down.
"You sure you didn't miss one?" Raheem asked, his hands holding onto Malik's thighs. Malik realized what was happening and decided to play along. He leaned forward, mere inches away from Raheem's face, pretending to inspect his face.
"I got them all" Malik said his eyes drifting momentarily to Raheem's lips. "I didn't know you were such a bottom mahbub." He chuckled when Raheem's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I'm not a bottom!"
"And yet I'm the one on top of you." Malik teased, smiling when Raheem couldn't respond. "let's leave before they assume we're having sex" He said as he removed himself from Raheem.
As Malik was about to leave Raheem pulled him back and kissed him, it was short and hesitant, however, before Malik could kiss him back Raheem walked out the door, leaving a blushing and very confused Malik behind.
