Hate Sex is So Hot

6 - Cockblock

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Scott came home in his gym clothes. His tank top was so tight you could see his muscles through it, and he had on the best fitting shorts too. I just looked back at my phone.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"What?"

I looked up. "Show off much? Seeing you in uncomfortably tight clothes isn't gonna get me hard, sweetie."

He laughed. "I'm not doing this for you, Grassi. Not everything I do is about you."

Ouch. Why did that kind of sting? I stayed quiet, and surprisingly, he spoke up quickly.

"Well, it kind of is. Thanks to whatever kind of obsession you have with me."

I don't know why, but the tightness in my chest relaxed. It made me feel... better? Was that some weird way of him being nice to me?

I gave him a small 'hmph' and stood up. I glared at him. "You're all gross and sweaty. Go shower."

When he was, I put on a grey sweater that was kind of short on me and showed my stomach, and some booty shorts. I heard the shower turn off as I was still wiping my face off with a wipe. I threw it away.

"Don't look back. I'm naked."

What the fuck, Scott.

"Ok, now you can look."

I looked back. Why I immediately looked at him, I don't know. I do know, he's hot and I'm gay, but I'm not going to just admit that to myself. He was wearing loose boxers now, and that was all. His muscles really did look nice; he basically had abs and his arms and legs both looked so strong. I could feel myself staring and I quickly looked away. I felt him grin and start to walk towards me.

No. No way. He has such the upper hand on me right now, Shit. He's such a top! He knows I'm not just going to get on the ground and beg for him to fuck me. I'd never do something that humiliating.

I sat down on my bed and checked my phone, ignoring him. He was standing right in front of me, and I could see his bulge through his shorts. Asshole. I just lied down on top of my covers, and faced away from him. "Go away."

I felt his stare for a couple more seconds before I realized that he was looking at my ass. I quickly looked back and caught him. His face went red, and I smirked, sitting up.

"Don't be such a slut, Scotty." I mocked in a sly tone. "Go to bed."

He turned towards his bed, and mumbled something that was just barely audible.

"At least mine looks better."

I quickly stood up.

"What did you just say?!"

He turned around. "Nothing."

"You said that yours looks better. Your what?"

"My body."

"No it does not."

He grinned. "Then show me that flat stomach and prove it, twink." I felt my eyes go wide and my jaw drop.

With a huff, I glared at him. "Leave me alone."

He just clicked his tongue and lied down on his bed. I suddenly got an idea; maybe, there was a way I could tease him without humiliating myself.

A couple minutes into our silence, I pretended to drop my phone into the gap between my bed and the wall, praying that it wouldn't break. I reached down for it. My fingers brushed it, but I pretended not to be able to get it. I faked a sigh and sat up, reaching down further. I made sure my ass was up, and I made some struggled noises to get his attention.

"Mm... nghh..."

I could almost feel him look over and gape, but I definitely heard the sharp inhale that he took. Scott had expected me to argue with him, but never to tease him. He probably thought that I was too embarrassed for it, and to be honest, I was. But I knew that I had no other way to get him to loose. Plus, if I just own it, it's less degrading, right? And he probably even believed that I didn't even know what I was doing. Maybe.

After a few seconds of my hand being around my phone, I pretended to finally get it. My face red from leaving dowUn so far I looked over at him, taking a few deep breaths. His cheeks were red, and he was fixated on me. I saw him look up into my eyes and his widened.

"Uh- "

I tried my best to look annoyed. "I literally just dropped my phone. You can't make fun of me for that."
I saw that look of "?!??!!????!!!!!!" on his face and I almost lost it. But I kept my cool. I stood up and took a drink of water, wetting my lips, and then walked over to his bed.

I could see it now. Holy shit, he was hard. Before he could do anything, I made a quick move and sat right on his lap. Or more like, right where his dick was. His eyes went even wider, if that was possible, and suddenly I saw him snap out of it. Shit, I had to act fast. I pretending to reprimand him.

"You always- " Shit, he cut me off.
"I know what you're doing!" He pushed me off his dick and sat up. "You're gonna try to make me cum, aren't you? Trying to get the lead? So much for thinking it was dumb."

My cheeks went red. Shit. I just took a couple deep breaths and looked at him, and he did the same to me. God, he was so hot when he was mad.

"I hate you." He said, and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me towards him.

"I hate you too." I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady as my heart raced.

He put his hand on my dick. It was half hard now, which I felt a little accomplished by, feeling his hardness on my back. It made me gulp, though, because he felt so big. He wasn't satisfied with me yet, apparently, and palmed me through my shorts. I gasped and tried to keep my mouth shut, and my eyes open. But my eyelids wanted so badly to just flutter closed and enjoy what he was doing. I wanted to tell him to go harder.

"Hey, stop for a second..." I said in a weak voice, and he immediately stopped and looked up at me. He looked worried. I pulled the covers off of him and put my hips on top of his, grinding down. His head fell back.
"That's better." I said between breaths. I put my lips to his ear. "You're right. I do want that point."

And then my phone rang.

"SO YOU JUST WENT TO BED?!"

Kirstie and Tyler nearly yelled in unison. Tyler's group had moved outside with us; at least while it was nice. Mamrie looked at me like I was the dumbest man on earth.

I just shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, it's not like we were getting it on just for the hell of it."

"But you even said he was hot." Connor added. I sighed. Everyone here was against me.

"I wanna make him wait for it. The more I do, the more chances of me winning, right?"

Tyler just looked at me and shrugged. "Doesn't seem like much of a game to me."

I started to protest, but stopped. No, it was just a game, right? The intimate parts of it were just benefits. I hated Scott, and I hated how fucking hot he was, but that had nothing to do with him at all. We could fuck and still not like each other. His personality was still a pile of garbage.

As we continued on another topic, I smiled, content with myself. All I had to do was win. It wasn't like I'd ever actually like him, or something.