Cuando Gavi quiere experimentar su sexualidad y Dani le pone una sola condición: "Sin besos ni sentimientos" (Misma línea temporal que Legendary footlovers)

Ferran siempre había sido mi mejor amigo tanto dentro como fuera del campo o eso creía hasta que pasamos demasiado tiempo juntos en el mundial.

Años atrás, cuando ambos coincidían en las categorías inferiores de la selección, eran inseparables. Siempre juntos en las concentraciones, compartían habitación siempre que podían y todos los compañeros bromeaban con que parecían hermanos. Hasta que ocurrió algo. Una discusión muy fuerte, un malentendido o una decisión que uno interpretó como una traición hizo que dejaran de hablarse. Ninguno dio el primer paso para arreglarlo. Con el tiempo, cada uno siguió su camino. Se saludaban por educación, pero ya no existía esa confianza. Hasta que el destino vuelve a unirles, esta vez como compañeros de equipo.

Dos compañeros de equipo. Dos mejores amigos. Miles de entrenamientos, viajes, risas y silencios compartidos. Siempre creyeron que lo suyo era una amistad inquebrantable, de esas que parecen durar para siempre. Pero, a veces, el corazón cambia las reglas del juego cuando menos lo esperas. Entre partidos, confidencias y momentos que jamás imaginaron vivir, descubrirán que hay sentimientos imposibles de seguir ignorando. Porque algunas historias de amor no empiezan con un beso... empiezan con una amistad.

Mi oscuridad se encuentra con un alma más oscura. Soy un chico de oro. Un estudiante de derecho genio, el heredero del imperio Verstappen y el hijo obediente. O, al menos, eso es lo que parece desde fuera. En el fondo, siento la necesidad de prender fuego al mundo. Mantengo estos impulsos bajo control, rara vez me entrego al caos. Hasta que una noche de desenfreno fracasa y me atrapa un villano. Entierro todo el calvario con el resto de mis esqueletos. Es decir, hasta que esa noche entra en mi aula en la forma de mi nuevo profesor. Sergio Pérez. Un criminal que enseña derecho penal. No puedo exponer lo que ha hecho sin desenmascarar mi vida secreta. Lo que sí puedo hacer, sin embargo, es obligarlo a probar el veneno que me dio. En la lucha de titanes, Sergio y yo nos derrumbamos. Y empiezo a darme cuenta de que este peligroso juego puede no tener ganadores.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

-KIND OF MATURE- "I wouldn't fuck you if you paid me." Well, at least my question is answered. He can get more punchable. We glare at each other, I am surprised neither of us have raised our fists yet. It wouldn't be the first time. "Who says you'll be the one fucking?" I snap back. _______________________________________ Zachary Alvarez has always hidden his broken parts behind his charm, sarcasm and arrogance. He is a complete asshole to most, especially one man in particular who he occasionally wants to lick all over or shoot in the head (He isn't picky). Nothing in Zach's life is constant. All he has ever cared for is himself since nobody else did. A lot of drinks, one-night stands, relationships that he never put effort into and people always leaving, that's all he has ever known. And Everett absolutely hates Zach's guts and hates how his smirk makes him feel triggered. Everett has always been this or that for people, always an image. Most times he doesn't even care, but sometimes it gets irritating. But somewhere both Everett and Zach starts to see each other. All that hate gets a bit too exhilarating. In so many ways... _________________________________________ If you guys are looking for an enemies to lovers with a lot of sexual tension... #1st in lovers #1st in homosexual #1st in bxb #1st in university #2nd in drama #4th in Lgbt #8th in mxm #19th in romance

"You're so fucking annoying." Jake just shook his head at me. "And you're a self centered uptight dickhead." I glared at him. Jake laughed lightly at the insult. "You have such nice things to say about the guy that just fucked the shit out of you." - Evan and Jake hated each other. That was the one fact everyone knew. Captains to rival football teams meant that they were constantly at each other's throats. Everything turned into a way to one-up the other. But then the two boys find themselves alone in a bar bathroom and soon they are stuck in an enemy with benefits arrangement that can only turn messy. ⚠️Content Warnings- Sexual content, abuse, homophobia {book one in Crossing Lines series}

Everybody at Fairview High knew that Kyle Konstantinov, the school's biggest flirt, and Nath Santos-Rodriguez, the football team's wide receiver and biggest mystery, were close. It was almost odd, the stark comparison between the bouncy, friendly junior and the tall, brooding senior. On paper, it shouldn't have worked. But something in Kyle evened out something in Nath, and despite having nothing in common, their personalities mixed like peanut butter and jelly. No one quite knows exactly how or when they came to be, but soon they became a well known concept, as if they had somehow merged the idea of one another into their own presence. They didn't have a label for whatever they were, they just were. Until one day, they weren't. Nath and Kyle aren't high schoolers anymore. They're in their twenties, secure in their lives, put their past behind them. Neither of them have talked to eachother since that day, both convincing themselves that there's no other option - not with betrayal that big, secrets that hidden, lies that oppressive. But by either a devious twist of fate or a stroke of second-chance luck, the universe decides to bring them back together. The paradox only begs the question: can something so strong ever truly be snuffed out? Or is a spark only ever going to light into flame?

Grass was green, the sky was blue, and Asher Chase hated Cas Jackson. The town's golden boy, Asher Chase had a perfect face, a perfect girlfriend, a perfect track record, and a perfect life. Or so it seemed. Cas Jackson was the complete opposite. Leather boots, smoke rings, a bad attitude, and defensive walls slammed up too high to reach, putting the two together was like pitting fire against fire. But when all comes to a head one drunken night, they might be each others only salvation. As the thin line between love and hate gets blurrier and blurrier, one thing gets clearer and clearer. Fate brought Asher and Cas together to bring everything to the surface. Now, will they be the saving grace in eachother' s narratives, or will they leave flames in their wake? #2 in pining 20/4/24 #4 in mlm 26/7/24 (cover made by @dorianrocci)