bad liar // ned roche + conor masters

have you?

conor was in a foul mood. ned notices it as soon as his best friend walks into their dorm room, slams the door, and stalks to his bed without a word or even a glance in ned's direction.

ned sighs. "what is it, conor? did something happen?"

he got no response.

"conor-"

and suddenly conor is there, shoving ned against the wall, his face stormy and inches away.

"weasel is telling everyone that we're fucking. five people have given me condoms, ned. i don't know how much more i'll be able to take before i punch someone," conor says lowly.

ned's jaw has gone slack from shock, mouth opening and shutting, not knowing what to say to that. "why would he be telling everyone that?" is all he thinks to ask, voice small.

"i don't know! but i'm sick of it. i have a whole box's worth of condoms in my pockets and i don't know what to do with them." conor still hasn't moved, and ned's head is a mess of cherry red lips and minty breath. there's a ringing in his ears he can't get rid of, and fuck don't look at his lips.

he gently pushes the taller boy away, and conor shakes his head a bit, pursing his lips. "i've never even- i've never actually done it. like, all the way. ever," he repeats.

ned drags a hand down his face, then stuffs his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "i have. once or twice."

conor stares at him. "you-"

"with a girl."

"oh. oh. so you're not gay?"

"i'm bi."

"well that's...cool." conor says timidly.

ned grins, holding out a hand. conor looks at him quizzically, and ned raises his eyebrows. "well, since you have no need for all those rubbers, why not rain some down through our window?"

conor beams back, pulling out two big piles of shiny packets in each hand. he felt one or two left in one pocket, but he decided to leave them there. just in case, of course.

they spent the next ten minutes at their window, throwing the little packets out everywhere. some of them hit a few students in the head, and they quickly got out of view, all the while laughing loudly. conor had never smiled, nor laughed this much in all his seventeen years of living. he never wanted it to end.

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hey so um in case you haven't noticed, these chapters are gonna be pretty short, but that means i'll be able to update more often. i'm also thinking of posting this on ao3. p.s., my friend is begging me to write some smut eventually, but honestly i'm extremely hesitant bc these boys are my children and i love them so much.