They met in eighth grade like most stories don't start-quietly, awkwardly, and a little bit wrong at first. Aiden was already "that guy" at school. The football player everyone knew by name, loud in the hallways, always surrounded by friends, always moving like he belonged everywhere. Eli was the opposite-soft-spoken, usually alone, more comfortable with a sketchbook than people. He kept his head down, watched everything, and tried not to take up space. They weren't supposed to cross paths. But they did anyway. It started in science class, then passing glances in hallways, then small moments neither of them really admitted mattered. Aiden noticed the way Eli drew in the margins of his notebook like the world wasn't enough paper for what was in his head. Eli noticed that Aiden wasn't just the loud popular kid everyone assumed-there was something protective underneath all the noise. Then came the day everything shifted. Aiden found Eli in a stairwell corner, trapped in a situation that made something in him snap instantly. No hesitation-he stepped in, pulled Eli out of it, and called it what it was. After that, nothing stayed the same. Not the way Eli looked at him. Not the way Aiden started sticking around a little longer than he needed to. Not the way their worlds slowly stopped feeling separate. Aiden introduced Eli to Marcus, Pierce, and Liam soon after-like pulling him into a circle he didn't know he was allowed to be part of. And somehow, Eli stayed. What started as protection turned into friendship. What started as opposites turned into understanding. And somewhere between late bus rides, shared silence, and Aiden always choosing to sit a little closer than necessary, they stopped being just "Aiden" and "Eli" from different worlds... and started becoming something that stuck.

"Good." Marcus replied, his voice low and gravely. He got down on his knees, taking in Oliver's length and slowly sucking. Oliver moaned and arched his back more, cursing under his breath. Marcus picked up the pace, tongue swirling at the tip, causing Oliver to let out more moans. "Fuck Oliver you're gonna drive me crazy." Oliver Reeve was just and art kid who was part of the art club and had friends that loved art liek your average high school student. Oliver Reeve was also never supposed to fall in love with his best friend Marcus. But he could never stay away from him either. Nor could he stay away from his sandy, almost dirty blonde hair or his stormy grey eyes or his cigarette and ocean scent... Or especially his dick. Marcus Yuli was just a guy who loved football and had friends who loved football, not to mention he was popular and openly gay (dang, this guy does it all). Marcus Yuli was never supposed to fall in love with his best friend Oliver Reeve. Yet and still, there he was sucking his dick. Gosh, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't stay away from Oliver's fluffy chocolate curls and his coffee brown eyes, and he sure as hell couldn't keep away from his lips.