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"The sun, the moon, the truth. The sun, the moon, the truth." Liam chants, claws digging into the thin fabric of his lacrosse pants. He repeats the mantra repeatedly, panting as he tries to control the colors of his eyes, and he doesn't even hear the sound of someone else coming into the locker room. Liam looks up, gold eyes meeting his own, and he feels another wave of anger. "You didn't have to do that. You did that on purpose." Liam says, getting closer to him. Brett has several inches on him, but Liam isn't backing down. He's not scared of him. Brett smirks at him, leaning against the new broken locker, and he turns his head to the side.

"And? You want me to make it up to you?" Brett asks, grinning at him as he leans down. Liam is suddenly having flash backs to Davenport to when Brett used to take his backpack, and hold it above his head in the hallway. His stepfather called it pigtail pulling, Liam called it being a dick but whatever.

"Yes, you can make it up to me." Liam says, pushing him away. "Suck my dick, Brett." Liam snaps at him, yelping him when Brett sinks to his knees in front of him. His knees crack against the ground, Liam grabs his shoulder trying to turn away when Brett pulls down his pants. His cock is soft, and looks above Brett's head, and he feels embarrassed.

"Not bad." Brett says, carefully taking Liam in his hand. Liam hisses, no one has touched his cock since Hayden and she never went down on him, and he whines when Brett hot breath hits his cock. He's chubbing up now, even before Brett licks his cock head, and Liam claws at Brett's shoulders on accident since he's not expect it. "Dude, relax." Brett says, rolling his eyes as he takes Liam's cock in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck." Liam moans, his head hitting the locker behind him. He doesn't need to look down to see Brett roll his eyes again, he makes sure he doesn't have claws before he runs his fingers through Brett's hair, and he makes a loud whine of protest when Brett pulls away. He watches as Brett noses down his cock, into his hip bone, and around his balls. He leaves white kisses everywhere he nuzzles, Liam wonders if it's a Brett thing or a werewolf thing, and Liam bites his lip. "Brett." Liam says, when he watches him.

Brett looks up at him, he rubs Liam's thighs in his hand. His big hands that look way too good against Liam's skin, and he watches him as he takes Liam's cock back into his mouth. Liam feels like he should be better prepared for it, but the wet, warm feeling takes him by surprise again. He lets his hips snap forward, muttering an apology when Brett gags in surprise, and he shuts his eyes. He doesn't pretend that it's Hayden or anyone other than Brett. He tries to tell him that he's coming, it hits him out of nowhere, and he shudders as Brett turns to spit into the sink when he's done. "Sorry." Liam says, panting roughly but feeling relaxed.

Brett scoffs as he washes his mouth out, not offended. "So, what happened to that Hayden girl?" Brett asks, and Liam knows he still talks to Mason. He knows Brett knows, and he doesn't answer with anything but a shrug. The mood has turned awkward, and Liam doesn't know if he should offer to take care of Brett or just go for it. "See ya." Brett says, before Liam can make up his mind. Liam nods, feeling good and easy, and he waves stupidly at Brett's retreating form.