Do It Again (BoyxBoy)

Four

~M~

I groaned as the sunlight hit my eyes, my face scrunching up in its intensity. I only got to open my eyes after a few minutes, sitting up on my bed and looking to my side.

Empty.

I frowned, and I started to feel sad. He was amazing in bed and seemed like a good guy, but he just left me here.

Alone.

I decided to brush it off as I swung my legs to the side of the bed, standing up with nothing but my loose shirt.

I fixed my bed, making sure the white sheets looked decent. I opened the sliding door to my left to find something to wear today. I just pick out my green hoodie and some black skinny jeans, then dabbing on concealer right under my eyes.

As I walked past my bed, I found a pastel yellow note on my nightstand. It was from him.

Had to leave. You were so good last night. -S

I close that sliding door and head to the right side of the room, looking out to the window right behind my small television. I looked onto the lush gardens and the Olympic pool of our wonderful dorms.

Our dorms were fantastic. Great food, great aura, and the comfiest beds. When I just got here, I had to share with three other people. That was how I met Kirstie. Apparently she came from Texas too, we shared the same bunk bed and it just made us closer.

But once you hit your sophomore year, you could either share with one other person or stick to the same bunks. The only people who could have the luxury of getting their own rooms were the people who've excelled during their time here. Apparently Kirstin and I were one of the lucky bunch.

As I reminisced about my first few years in this amazing school, I got in the elevator and hopping off in the main floor, so I could get some food into my stomach before my class started.

As I rushed to class, I quickly sat in my chair with my Bio book in hand, flipping to the page we were at.

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"And 1,2,3, - 1,2,3 Mitchell!" Ms. Jackson scolded me again as I couldn't get my form right as I landed the jump with Ariana.

"Mr. Grassi! Haven't we talked about this multiple times?" He asked, crossing her arms.

Ariana walked off to the side of the room, all eyes on me. "Y-yes miss."

"Your posture! Way too smooth! We know that ballet is most of the time smooth and very elegant, but there are some circumstances where you have to stiffen up!" She reminded me once again.

I look down, not daring to look at my classmate's eyes as they burned my skin. "Y-you're right mam."

She sighs and softens her face. "You can never survive classical dancing if you won't give contemporary, modern dancing a shot." She told me.

"I know you dislike what dance has come to at this stage of our existence, but it really helps you with half of our dances. Especially as you're the male in all of our pas de deux'." She then exhaled and raised my hand with her palm gently. "Give it a try. It isn't wrong, what they're doing. Give it a shot." She smiled and patted my back calling back Ariana and starting the music again.

Ari just smiled at me and whispered. "You can do it." She then got to the other side of the room, her flawless form shining through her smile.

(A/N: ahem ahem-Ariana stan-coughs)

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"You're-um-early." I told Scott quietly, avoiding his gaze as I set my bag down.

"Really? I just think you're pretty late." He replied, glancing at the clock.

"Oh-I guess I was just too caught up this morning. Too many things in my head." I defended myself before getting to the side of the room, placing my leg on the bar and stretching.

"Are you thinking of the sex we had last night?" He asked me, and now I am unable to speak.

I tried to respond to his question, but I was too embarrassed to say what I wanted to say.

I wanted to say yes, the only thing on my mind the whole day was how you rocked me in bed. And how you trapped the ocean inside your eyes, the way you sent me chills when I traced down the faint hint of abs you had as you pushed into me last night. I wanted to tell him that he, has captivated me too.

He looks at me and scoffs, then leaning on the wall and looking into my eyes. "That was just sex, Mitch. No strings attached. I was horny as fuck and you satisfied my thirst. I'm not going to magically fall in love with you or some stupid shit. Don't get your hopes up."

Jeez. Thanks for telling me, Mr. Sass Pants. You just ruined my chances of being with you. Wouldn't want to waste a beautiful man like you.

"I wasn't saying anything but Jesus, okay." I replied with sass, swinging my leg off of the bar and swaying my hips slightly as I grabbed my jug to get a taste of my water.

He sighed and pulled something from his pocket. "I knew we were never going to agree on what we were going to dance, so I thought we could just flip a coin? So everything's fair." Scott smiled and showed me a coin. "Heads or tails?"

"Tails," I responded quickly, walking up to him and looking at the coin in his palm.

"Perfect. I was thinking of using heads. Like what you gave me last night." He joked, winking at me.

I roll my eyes, yet let out a small laugh. "Your load moans told me you loved it. Don't go insulting me."

"I didn't say you were bad at it! I just wanted to bring it up!" He defended before placing the coin on his palm, heads faced up, before sending it up into the air and catching it.

My heart races for a bit, my fingers crossed that tails was facing up, so I could finally do the same-sex Pas De Deux I've always wanted to do.

He takes off his hand and my smile drops, turning into a frown.

"Yes! Heads it is!" He smiled and did a fist, raising it into the air. "I have the perfect song for us! It's going to be great!" He smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "I really wanted to do the Pas De Deux! It's the first one that was made for both men! Ugh, I hate you!"

"Awwww nothing in life is fair, honey." He said playfully, messing with my hair and frowning.

This boy is going to be the death of me.

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He will be Mitchy, He will be ;)

- Tavi <3