"I've made my decision."
Four Simple words. They could mean anything in the world. You could use them, for instance, when your dad is budding you on what pizza toppings you want. Or maybe you would say them when asked what University you want to go to.
But these particular four words, in this particular instance, would change both their lives forever.
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Brandon and Stephano have been friends forever. If you could even consider them 'friends.' They practically hate each other. They share friends so they're around each other all the time. They've known each other forever. Yet still, Brandon finds that this tall boy can get under his skin in ways he can't explain.
Now underneath all the nasty words and hatred is an undeniable lust. It's been there since day one. Brandon and Stephano have an openly known attraction for each other. Everyone always tells them they just need to fuck and get it over with. He had always laughed it off or glared at the boy whenever someone mentions the idea of him and Stephano being together.
And although they've shamelessly made out before and Brandon has-on multiple occasions had...fantasies about this boy, you can still imagine his surprise when Stephano approached him a week ago and told Brandon he wanted to hook up. At first he had thought Stephano was messing with him but no...he was dead serious.
Brandon told the younger lad he would think about it. And after six excruciating days of jacking off to the mere thought of fucking Stephano, he's come to a conclusion.
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"I've made my decision." Brandon says, as he walks into Stephano's empty house on Saturday. Stephano raises one eyebrow and smirks slightly.
"Yeah?" He asks. "What would that be?"
Brandon looks him over. Skin tight jeans, fucking hot band tee and his short wavy hair are in this messy I-don't-give-a-fuck look that just kills you. "I'll do it." he says.
A mischievous grin spreads across Stephano's lips. "Excellent." He says, sounding extremely satisfied. "When?"
"Tomorrow." Brandon starts to exit but stops before leaving this extremely gorgeous but excruciatingly arrogant boy. "I'll see you at ten."
Stephano smirks again. "Don't be late."
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As he stands in front of Stephano's door on Sunday, Brandon doubts himself.
Do I really want this? He asks himself. Do I really want to have planned sex with a boy I've been feuding with for years?
Stephano answers the door in nothing but a pair of low rise jeans that shows his v-line and skin tight boxer-briefs and the answer is apparent.
Hell yes.
"You're late." Stephano says, sounding irritated.
Brandon rolls his eyes. "Ten minutes. Get over it."
"What if I don't?" The taller boy asks, challenging Brandon.
He smirks. "Then you won't get laid."
They stare at each other for a while. Finally Stephano rolls his eyes and mutters something incoherent under his breath. He turns around and Brandon follows him as they climb they stairs to Stephano's room.
As soon as the door is shut and locked, Stephano's hands are under Brandon's shirt and their tongues are down each other's throats. Brandon and Stephano's tongues clash; fighting for dominance. Stephano's hands roam his body, racing the temporary lover's spine and rubbing his abs. Brandon moans into his mouth and tugs at his hair. This is in no way outside his comfort zone. Him and Stephano have made out...frequently.
