it's heckin treyway (pumpkashi) (smokepump) (smokepumpkashi)

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——omar——

"shit Dannii I'm bout to-"
Gazzy's moaned words replayed themselves through Omar's mind. The fact that that fucker spoke on the phone? Omar was pissed. Beyond pissed actually. He had to get fucked the hell up, and find some hoe to smash.

—idk—

Since that day, Gazzy and Daniel had been wrapped around each other's little fingers, one rarely being seen without the other much to Omar's annoyance. He tried to ignore it, but it seemed like every time he entered or left a room he saw the two all up on each other. Case in point: he's walking down the hall minding his own business and is forced into viewing his small friend shoved against the very locker he needed to get into (what're the odds 🤔) there's no way this was a coincidence.

Pump's legs were wrapped around Tekashi's waist as the taller male held him against the locker with his body, mapping out the other's mouth with his tongue. Daniel wore his hair in thick braids today that Gazzy kept pulling on, spurring him to kiss him harder and roll their hips together. Okay, this had to stop.

"Uh, can you fuckin move please?" Omar inquires right after Tekashi slaps the boy's ass, adjusting the grip he had on his backpack. The pair detach their lips as Gazzy giggles lightly, sticking his tongue out and licking right up the side of Daniel's face, laughing more before turning his attention to a clearly uncomfortable Omar.

"Wait, was that a tongue ring?" Purpp asks the no longer in front of his locker Gazzy, reaching to put a hand on his chin as if to tell him to open his mouth so that he can get a better look. The shorter male does so, sticking out his tongue and showing off the jewelry for a second, retreating his tongue into his mouth to answer. "Yeah, Dani did it himself, he thought it would be hot. What do you think?"

Omar hesitantly removed his hand upon seeing the absolute death stare coming from Tekashi, averting his gaze to his locker and opening it as he answers. "Uh yeah, it's..cool." Hot, it was hot as hell and Gazzy knew it, just smiling and giving a small wave before taking Dani's hand and skipping off to class.

The day dragged on, and Omar highly considered skipping the gym period that he shared with the two love birds or whatever the hell they were. He makes his way to the locker room, telling himself to just do it (swoosh) but is instantly annoyed once he opens the door and goes in. Of course today would be the one time none of them skipped.

Gazzy was sitting cross legged in a pair of Tekashi's slightly too big joggers on the bench in the middle of the locker area, the owner of said pants right next to him with an arm loosely around his waist. They were chatting about something that Pump apparently found hilarious, he looked blazed out of his mind, but when wasn't that the case. Omar missed having that high pitched dumb laugh directed at things he said.

The 18 year old falls back against the door shaking his head and hears a loud creak. Jumping away from the door, he pulls on the knob in a fruitless attempt to open it. "God fucking damnit," he groans as he puts his head in his hands.

"Omar, you okay?" Gazzy asks from across the room, now laying on his back with his head in Dani's lap and his knees bent, feet against the wood. The man he was resting on just played with his dreads, his other hand on the boy's stomach underneath his tank top. Omar starts to explain that they're locked in but Jahseh walked over from the changing stall area and tried to leave, frowning when he was unable to and turning to the annoyed Omar. "Did your fatass break the fuckin door? Man I was ready to dunk on Stoke's ass!" The blue dreaded male complains as Stokeley walks up next to him, resting his arm on his shoulder.

"Ionno why you always lyin boy," The darker skinned man chuckled. At least Omar had these two to distract him from the pda if you could call it that from the two vibrant boys on the bench. His eyes drift over at the thought just to find that Gazzy was on his side now with his face towards Tekashi. Unfortunately, from the angle he was standing he could see clearly as the younger boy drags his flattened tongue along the bulge in Daniel's joggers, mouthing around the fabric.