Short Stories?

After the Private Rehearsal

A little drabble. Why not?

Oliver belongs to beautifully_mystic

Storm belongs to me

Drama class part 2.5

Warning: mentions of smut

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Storm groaned as he stirred from sleep, instinctively snuggling into the warm body next to him...Wait. The blond's bright blue eyes snapped open and struggled to sit up, nearly yelping in pain every time sparks of pain shot up from his lower half. He shivered at the cold wind hitting his chest, and looked around a room that was not his own.

Storm gripped the sheets and pulled it close to his body before hesitantly looking under them. If he face couldn't get paler. It just did. Why was he naked?! He glared and saw a sleeping (and adorable) Oliver next to him. The freshman's face grew tomato red. He just had sex and he was just 15! 15! (a/n: I would be like OH HELL NAH WTF)

The younger blond's head fell back to the pillowed and let out a small groan. Oliver's arm wrapped around his waist and pulled the male close, burying his face into the crook of the freshman's neck. Storm's blush darkened. Now he only wondered just what marks were left behind. He carefully replaced himself with a pillow, shifted around, attempted to stand, and nearly fell. Well...great...

Storm looked at the mirror in the bathroom, eyes wide. He did not except so many of them. Hickeys tailed down from his jawline and down to his abdomen, varying from a pale rose pink to a bright vibrant red that was the base of his neck. Bite marks littered his collarbone and nape along with the insides of his thighs. He could see the forming bruises at the hips and his lips were swollen multiple harsh kisses.

"It's a wonder how you could still stand considering how rough I was with you last night"

The platinum blond didn't have to turn around to see who it was and he could tell he did some work as well. Hickeys of his own littered the senior's nape and it made him blush. He did all that?

The older man chuckled,"But your legs are shaking so much Stormy~" He purred and ran his fingers over one of the bite marks gingerly, the younger male biting his lip hashing to swallow down a moan.

Scooping the younger one in his arms, the senior the freshman back to bed and pinned him down against it.

"So are you ready for round two~?"

Storm only replied by simply glaring at at the blond, who chuckled and pulled the sheets over them, pulling the younger blond into a tight embrace.

Storm squeaked as Oliver nuzzled his face into his hair.

"...You're lucky it's the weekend..." He grumbled.

"Oh hush, Storm get some sleep."

Storm sighed, but slowly drifted into sleep.

Oliver looked at the sleeping form snuggled up next to him, fringes of pale sliver hair messily fell to his face in the most perfect angles. He grinned. The senior had enjoyed every moment that happened last night, basically claiming the male as his. Finally his. Burying his face into the silky, soft hair and smelling the male's hair -which smelled like cheery blossoms- he was slowly lulled to sleep.

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imma run now bai