HATE ME, NOT

Clyde and Jason are the kind of people who make the air around them burn.
Everyone knows they hate each other - or at least that's what it looks like. The arguments, the glares, the way Clyde flinches every time Jason's name comes up. What people don't know is that once the doors close, the hate turns into something else - something dangerous, wordless, and hot enough to ruin them both.

For Clyde, it's control. For Jason, it's confession.
Clyde swears it's just sex - a way to get what he wants and leave it behind. Jason tells himself he's fine with that, even though every time Clyde touches him, it feels like a promise that will never be kept.

Behind the secrecy and snark, both of them are falling apart - one out of fear of feeling too much, the other because he already feels everything.

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Jason's hand hit the wall beside Clyde's head, caging him in.
The room was too quiet except for the sound of their breathing - sharp, uneven, like they were both daring the other to say something first.

"You keep pretending you don't want this," Jason said, voice low, rough. "But you always come back." The heat building up, thrusting inside Clyde's tight warmth.

Clyde's laugh was harsh. "You talk too much."

Jason's fingers dug into his shirt, pulling him closer. "And you don't talk enough." thrusting deeply.

Clyde's reply was a breath against Jason's mouth - a curse, swallowed by the moment that followed.

His thoughts tangled somewhere between irritation and want. Jason always knew how to break through that wall, how to make Clyde forget why he hated him in the first place.

Jason's voice brushed his ear. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

Clyde's only answer was a sound caught halfway between defiance and surrender. -------