Polar Opposites | brian johnson❌

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"I'm off the basketball team next year 'cause I'm gay!" Jordyn yells when he gets into the house, knowing he won't get a response. The throbbing around his eye and on his lip does not help either. "I also got spit in the face by Jeremy! And then I knocked his ass to the floor, and got my ass beat too!" Jordyn continues, walking up the stairs. "And I have to go to detention for three months on Saturdays!" When he gets in his room, he drops his bag, turning around and grabbing the handle to his door. "Great talk, Ma," he mumbles, before slamming his door.

The bed groans in agony as Jordyn jumps onto his bed, holding the magazine from his locker in above his head.

Moments pass before he exhales heavily, taking off his jacket and loosening his belt. Before he's able to stick his hand in his pants though, a quiet knock is at his door. "Come in," he sighs, hiding the magazine underneath his pillow, eyes staring up at the ceiling. The creaking of the door indicates someone is here, before it's shut softly. Awkward tension pursues before Jordyn looks at the person, only for a scoff to leave his lips. "How'd you get in?"

"You gave me a key a couple of months ago, remember?" Liam talks quietly, leaning against the door.

"Well, I'd like the key back." Jordyn gets up to stand, having his hand out, motioning for the key.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know where else to put it, " Liam explains himself.

"You left a Blueboy magazine in my damn locker!" he exclaims. "You set me up to get an inspection by the coach!"

"It was either you get inspected or I did! I'm sorry, Jordyn," he apologizes. "I still love you, baby. Please."

"Nah, you don't love me," he scoffs, "you never did. So I recommend you get out."

"You really want that?" Jordyn nods as a response. Liam walks closer until the two are nearly against each other, before he places his hand on Jordyn's chest. Slowly, his hand moves down the chiseled body, before gripping the loose fabric and Jordyn's hard member through his jeans. "You sure you want that?" Liam asks again, squeezing the member in his hand.

Jordyn doesn't flinch, only leaning in and whispering, "I have a hand of my own. And it does a much better job than that mouth."