A Hundred Shades Of Boy ♡ [BxBxBxB]

ditch with me

"Woah," muttered Colby, unable to tear his eyes off Sasha.

Sasha scowled. "Don't look so shocked, Frenchie, you did this to me."

"I did– I did that? All that?"

Sasha looked fucking beautiful. His curly hair was clean and fluffy, his lips looked redder than usual, and his dark eyes were piercing. And of course, his neck was absolutely covered in bruises.

Colby's bruises. The thought made heat flare in Colby's stomach. Fuck.

"Yes, you did this," Sasha hissed. "Who else? I bruise so fucking easy and you basically ate out my neck yesterday. I can't hide this. Not during gym class."

"You look so hot," Colby blurted. His brain felt a little numb. God, he wanted to kiss Sasha. Sasha, his boyfriend.

"I look like a fucking whore," Sasha corrected.

"No one will notice."

Sasha blinked at him very slowly, deliberately, to say, really? It was incredibly noticeable.

But there was nothing he could do about it. He wore a thick hoodie with a hood that concealed most of his neck to school today, but he couldn't wear that in gym. He was stuck in a t-shirt.

He thought maybe having a woman for a best friend would be especially beneficial to him today and she would have some kind of concealer he could utilize, but Jess didn't wear makeup.

Sasha, 7:47am: right. i forgot you're a lesbian.

Jess, 7:50am: Hey woah now that's a stereotype. Maybe don't let a man suck the shit out of you next time lmao

Sasha, 7:50am: absolutely not, would do it a hundred times over again, have you *seen* how fine colby chastain is

Jess, 7:51: Lesbian, remember? He does nothing for me. Glad u had fun tho babe!! xx

Safe to say, he got some looks during class. People furrowed their eyebrows and started whispering to each other, but no one said anything to Sasha's face. Megan would have, probably, if she were there.

Sasha swallowed and rolled his shoulders back, trying to look confident, pretending it didn't matter.

Colby loyally stood by his side as much as he could during class, which filled Sasha with indescribable love and pride.

He had a boyfriend. A really fucking hot one. One that owned him, claimed him, wasn't ashamed of him. One who wanted to talk to him, wanted to be near him, wanted to be close to him as much as Sasha wanted to be close to him.

It was Brad that seemed most offended. He looked, his gaze intense, at Sasha, then at Colby. Emily was on his arm. "What'd you two get up to yesterday?"

"Got really drunk," Colby admitted, so Sasha pushed him playfully on the arm. Colby's tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, and it was the cutest thing ever.

Sasha didn't like the way Brad was looking at him kind of like he was dirt on the bottom of his favorite shoes. He didn't like the way Emily was looking at Colby, either; something in her gaze made him want to growl mine.

After class, excitement coursed through his whole body when Colby grabbed his wrist and stealthily but forcefully pulled him into the shower room.

He was getting his Luke moment. A make-out session with a cute French boy in the showers.

Colby pressed Sasha's body between his and the wall. He ran his tongue along Sasha's jawline before pressing his mouth on Sasha's perfect one.

"Is this okay?" He breathed. Sasha agreed with a muffled noise, placing one hand on Colby's face and the other on the back of his neck.