“That's not how math works! That's not how anything works!” – “It's how I work.”
“Why are your notes just doodles of a pissed off bald man.” – “That's you.” – “THAT'S ME?!”
“I'm tutoring you, not doing your shit for you. Take your pen back.” – “Worth a try.”
“You got you calculator wet.” – “I know something else I could–” – “Do not finish that sentence.” – “You're smiling.”
“You are so frustrating.” – “Now you know how I feel.”
“I passed. I actually passed. You got me to understand this shit, holy shit, you're a miracle worker!” – “This one was all you. I wasn't the one in there taking the test.”
“Can you explain it again?” – “Do you actually not get it or do you just like it when I berate you?” – “You're so smart.”
“Let's do it like this: if you ace this test, I'll give you a kiss.”
“What's the probability of you and me in bed together?” – “Decreasing by the second.” – “I don't know what that means.” – “… And somehow it is increasing now.”
“Move over, I brought lunch. No, don't even argue, I know you forget to eat when you work on a paper.” – “… Thank you, love.”
“Who is that idiot? … Oh my god, that is my idiot.”
[Prompt Calender: November 8th, National Stem Day & National Dunce Day]
Cameron Cade x F!reader (college friends w/ hidden feelings)
Synopsis: you’re working as a physical therapist assistant for your college football team and you happen to grow close to Cameron Cade through your time there. Will he have the chance to tell you how he feels without pushing you away…?
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: angst, fluff, eventual smut, fingering, missionary, he’s biggg, explicit language, anxiety undertones , major yearning/pining, reader is a bit avoidant, collegiate athletic settings, sweet love confessions, possibly inaccurate football jargon (I’m sorryyy, I tried my best), head injury (nothing too serious), brief hospital setting, both are utterly down bad and mushy asf !
WC: 8k
A/N: something a bit different from my usual but it was soo fun thinking of this concept and writing this up! For that reason, please let me know what you think and if you enjoy this one ! If there’s any interest, I have an idea for part 2 that’s a bit more smut heavy🙂↕️. Also fun little tidbit, I was heavily listening to “Tell Him” by Lauryn hill and a lot of Paolo Nutini (title is from his song Desperation !) so that should give a clear idea where my mind was at when I wrote this LOL
It had been approximately one year and a half since you joined as part of the medical team for your college football team as a physical therapist assistant. It had also been approximately one year and a half since Cameron Cade had you in his sights. You knew of him years prior but hadn’t actually spoken to him until taking this job.
Coincidentally, you actually had a couple classes with him this semester along with working with him in a one on one capacity per the basis of your duties. Before joining, the extent of your awareness of him didn’t exceed past knowing he was the charming, beloved quarterback at your college. Nor did you ever care to know him beyond that until you took this job. Over your time spent with the team, you grew to know each of the players. You had even built a friendly rapport with some but through the midst, you developed a soft spot for Cameron.
With his arms outstretched, Cameron blurted out, “your favorite player is here!”, as he walked into the physical therapy room. You were preoccupied looking over the information sheet in your hands when you snorted at his entrance. “What gave you the impression you’re my favorite player?”
Walking over to take a seat on the table, he stated, “You did! You told me I am”. Now drawing your attention to him, a confused look fell over your features. Amused, you said, “I have never said anything along those lines. Especially to you of all people”. With a sheepish grin he admitted, “ok I was lying”, before feigning a hurt expression. “For real though, I’m not your favorite player?!”.
Raising a brow, you teased, “Why, do you want to be?” You’d never actually confess to him he was your favorite, but you enjoyed letting him believe otherwise. He eyed you down when he said, “Maybe”. Never taking his advances seriously, you playfully rolled your eyes. From the moment you met him you concluded he was just a flirt. He’d occasionally drop subtle hints under the guise of humor that he wanted you, but you never saw it as anything but humor.
Cameron, on the other hand, was quite serious. He was intentional about his communication with you. About everything pertaining to you actually. He’d keep his jokes light to avoid making you uncomfortable. His tone would soften whenever he spoke to you. He’d scan the sidelines during the cold games to make sure you were good. If he spotted you weren’t, he’d lend you his jacket, draping it over your shoulders for the remainder of the game. Whenever he noted a shift in your energy, he’d check in to see what was wrong and listen intently if you felt like talking about it. But to you, that’s just Cameron.
The same Cameron that easily slipped through your defenses with each passing encounter you had with him. Who effortlessly made you laugh at the stupidest things. The one who made you excited to go into work every day.
Were you attracted to him? Sure. Did your heart skip a beat every time you thought of him? Of course. But it was just meaningless affection. You told yourself it was just meaningless affection because otherwise you’d be forced to confront what it really was. The depth of what you truly felt.
Continuing with his pregame assessment, you guided him through his daily routine and continued chatting with him. While he did his arm exercise, you asked, “are you excited for the game this weekend?” His focus shifted between you and the machine as he spoke. “Excited to win? You should already know the answer to that”.
Teasingly, you prodded, “how can you be so sure y’all are going to win? I heard about the team’s reputation, never seen them in person though”. Their upcoming opponent is known for being… aggressive in their methods on the field. If you were completely honest, a small part of you was concerned about their safety, especially Cameron. You recalled hearing about some of the injuries their players caused and almost every single one was brutal.
He stopped his movements to catch his breath as he shook his head and sarcastically voiced, “wow… I can’t believe you have zero faith in me. It’s just hurt after hurt with you”. You laughed, “here you go again putting words in my mouth! I have faith in you, just be careful, ok?”
A grin spread across his features at the sound of your concern. Attention completely drifting from the exercise now, his gaze lingered on you as he questioned, “You worried about me?” Feeling scrutinized under his stare, you momentarily glanced down at your clipboard before focusing back on him. “I’m worried about all of you. Now stop letting me distract you, get to work!”, you said, gesturing towards the machine.
Amused, Cameron grimaced, “sheesh, when the program get this strict?!” You laughed again, voicing, “yeah, you play too much, I’m leaving!” Turning your back to him, you started to walk away. Raising your voice, you yelled out, “I’ll be back shortly, you better be finished when I come back!” Chuckling, he lowered his voice an octave, shouting back, “yes ma’am!”
Game day came quickly. It was currently 4:00 pm on Friday. The game was starting at seven o clock. You were actively making your way to each player gathering the necessary pregame information before doing last checkups. When it was Cameron’s turn, he sent you a cheeky grin while he was laying on the turf.
Lifting his leg, he voiced, “help me stretch?” Brow raised, you shot back, “with no please…?” Offering a large grin, Cameron reworded his question. “Help me stretch please?” You gave him a curt smile, quickly replying, “sure”.
Walking towards the bottom of his legs, you held the underside of his calf, gradually pushing back to loosen his hips. Gauging his comfort level, you asked, “too much or more?” He breathed out “more”. Gently pushing back a bit more, he winced, letting you know, “right there is good”. You nodded continuing to do slight pushes before shifting to his other leg.
You briefly glanced over at your boss, replying to a question they had asked while walking past. When you brought your attention back to Cameron, his gaze was already on you. It had been since you walked over to him. Tilting your head, you inquired, “has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?”
“Nope”, he replied. Keeping your response short, you said, “Interesting”. He prodded, “what…?”
“Just find that hard to believe is all”.
“You think I have a staring problem?”
“I know you have a staring problem”.
You snorted, following up with, “Cameron, you do it a lot. I don’t even think you’re aware most of the time”. Pretending to be offended, he replied, “tsk, I don’t stare that much. Maybe you’re the one who stares too much”. You scoffed, sarcastically stating, “right. You’re sooo right Cam. I’m actually the one staring at everyone I talk to like a fucking hawk”.
A light chuckle escaped him as he clarified, “I don’t stare at everyone like that though”, trailing his eyes down your body before bringing them back to your face. Softening his voice, he added, “just you”. He scanned your features when he said that last part, searching for any sort of sign in your reaction that the feeling is shared.
The ache in his chest grew each time you changed the subject or jokingly dismissed his words because he knew you felt it too. Deep down there was something there. Something that you wouldn’t place a name on. You couldn’t. You were afraid of facing it and he was afraid of pushing you away if he did. The further it grew, the harder it was to just ignore.
Heat creeping up your neck, you felt your heart flutter at his admission. Feeling overcome with an array of emotions and thoughts, your throat constricted. Quickly blinking to prevent tears from falling, you avoided making eye contact. You weren’t sure how to respond so you swiftly wrapped up helping him stretch.
“I’m going to have someone fill in for me if you still need some assistance, I’ve got to get through the rest of the players”. You moved to distance yourself from him. Sending him a quick smile you encouraged, “have a good game tonight! I’ll talk to you later”, before scurrying off.
That was nothing, shake it off. It doesn’t mean anything, just focus on the game, you thought to yourself as you walked off. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that was the case, you knew it wasn’t true. Your feelings contradicted your own thoughts.
Fuck, was that too much? It was too much. I shouldn’t have said that. I made her uncomfortable. Cameron closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh of disappointment. His heart raced and his mind speed ran down a list of everything you could possibly be thinking. The last thing he wanted you to do was withdraw, you were already reserved as is. He wouldn’t press the issue right now, but he had it set in his mind to apologize after the game.
It was 5:30 pm now and the team was putting on their gear and taping in the locker room before they’d head onto the field to warm up. Cameron sat on a bench on the opposite side of you just watching you from across the room while he put his tape on. You were oblivious as you conversed and tended to his teammates for any last minute treatment. He thought he was being discreet. Key word: thought.
Two of his teammates nearby exchanged a look before snickering like they had an inside joke. They chuckled as one voiced, “Man just tell her!” Under the impression he missed a part of their conversation, Cameron glanced over at them. “Wait huh?! Tell who what?”
His teammate shook his head at Cameron’s confusion. “You”, nodding his head, he gestured towards your location across the room, “need to tell her how the fuck you feel”. The second one laughed at his statement before chiming in.
“No, for real. Sitting here staring at her with some puppy dog eyes, it’s real sad man!” They both erupted into laughter at the last statement. Dumbfounded by this revelation, Cameron guffawed out, “you two need to shut the fuck up!”
Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to you before focusing back on his task. “Plus, it’s not like that. It’s nothing there, she doesn’t feel that way”. He felt a slight pang in his chest when he voiced that last sentence. His teammates exchanged another look before bursting into fits of laughter now. “They’re both oblivious as fuck? Crazy work”, one of them voiced to the other.
The one who mentioned Camerons feelings in the first place threw his hands up in defeat before shifting his voice to a serious tone as he spoke. “Listen man, all I’m saying is you might be shocked by her response, that shit is far from subtle. Seriously Cam”. The second one followed up, “do it bro, you’ll regret it if you don’t”.
Cameron was quietly contemplating after hearing their thoughts. If that shit was as clear as they said, then maybe you really did feel the same. Maybe you’d give him a chance to show you he was serious about it. He told himself he’d think about how to approach you with that after the game was over.
It wasn’t long into the game when your heart dropped. Cameron was executing a standard play when one of the opposing players collided with him head first, striking his helmet hard and swift in the process. The hit was intentionally dirty.
Completely winded, Cameron roughly flew back, landing on the turf. The medical staff immediately ran over when they saw he wasn’t moving at all. On impact, his ears were ringing and his vision blurred as he was momentarily stunned. He faintly made out a figure leaning over him. They were talking but he couldn’t decipher what they were saying. Trying to focus on the words being said to him, all he could make out was them asking, “which half is it right now?” He blinked out of confusion, mumbling, “I don’t know”.
Disoriented, he slowly started seeing white dots behind his lids. He turned his head the other way only to see more medical stuff, groaning as the pressure increased. He didn’t see you. His brows furrowed in confusion. Dazed, the only thing that rang in his head was, “She’s not here? I thought she was here…” Dissatisfied at the sight, he ignored the staff trying to communicate with him. Through the grogginess, he slurred out, “Where is she?” The pressure in his head grew with each passing second.
Upon seeing him go down, a pit settled deep in your stomach when he didn’t get back up. The medical staff beat you there but as soon as you saw it happen, you dropped your clipboard and started running in their direction. Once you reached him you kneeled right next to him.
Resting your hand on his chest, trying to get his attention, you said, “Cameron?! Can you hear me?” He slowly turned his head towards the sound of your voice but the noise from the crowd in the background had started to fade. The pit in your stomach churned and your heart raced as his eyes started to flutter shut. “Hey Cam, can you try to keep your eyes open for me?!”
Conducting a sternum rub, you tried to gauge his level of consciousness but received no response from him. Concern washed over your features at the sight. The only thing keeping you level headed at this point was the fact his pulse was still steady when you checked.
You were left with that short moment before the staff moved quickly, placing him on a stretcher to transport him for emergency assessment. Due to your position, you weren’t permitted to leave in the middle of the game. For the remainder of the game the thought of him waking up alone sat heavy on your chest.
It was difficult to continue as necessary for an agonizing, dreadfully slow hour and a half with no word on his condition. You checked in every thirty minutes all to be informed each time that he was still unconscious. Your thoughts grew worse over time.
There was still about thirty minutes left in the game when your boss called you over. “Listen, I know you two are close and you’ve looked sick with worry ever since they took him away so just this once, I’m going to let you go early”. Finding humor in her statement, you would’ve laughed at how you must’ve looked appearance wise if you weren’t legitimately on the verge of throwing up from anxiety.
“Thank you”, you mumbled before swiftly grabbing your items and leaving the field. The only thing your mind was laser focused on was getting to the hospital as quickly as possible. You really weren’t sure why you were so torn up anyway, it was likely a concussion. That hadn’t been anything new to you at all at this point. The only thing different this time was the player you saw it happen to, Cameron.
In record time, you arrived at the hospital and beelined to his room. For some reason, you were under the impression your nerves would settle once you were there. Once you could place your eyes on him and know he was ok, you thought the worry would subside, but you were wrong.
Your heart clenched when you stepped into the room and saw him lying there. Experimentally, you whispered out, “Cameron…?” You approached his side, taking a seat as you stared at him. His chest was rising and falling calmly while he was seemingly still unconscious.
Gently grasping his arm, you trailed your hand down to embrace his. Having that moment of silence with your thoughts, you finally allowed yourself to feel the weight of everything. Lingering on the hands, your eyes welled with tears at the circumstances.
A few tears slid down your cheeks before you swiped them away with your free hand. Softly sniffling, you started ranting. “I know you’re still unconscious… so I’m just going to vent to you like I normally do. I don’t know, maybe it’ll make me feel better”.
“You really scared me today… not just because of this situation. Everything about you scares me. You don’t even know how much…”. You whispered out the last part, bringing your gaze to his face now as you continued.
“I know I joke around a lot, but I really do care about you and I worry about you… Too much”. Your voice became choked up as more tears swelled. “I’d never tell you this upfront but… you are my favorite. My favorite person actually if I’m being honest right now”.
“And you really are a pain in my ass, a huge one, but I love that about you. I love how much I look forward to seeing you. I love how attentive you are… I love the way you look at me…”, you started smiling as you fondly thought about everything you love. “I love your smile, your eyes, your humor, I love-”. You paused as the sentence rung in your head before you could voice it. I can’t say that... I’m not saying that.
Heart racing at the realization, you moved to retract your hand from his. Before you could, his hand faintly squeezed yours out of reflex. Your eyes widened, staring at the movement. “Cameron…?”, you questioned, standing up out of your seat to shift closer to him. Seeing his eyes flinch at the light, you prodded further, mumbling out, “Are you awake?”
He took some slow blinks before partially opening his eyes. Shifting his head, a small smile spread across his face upon seeing your figure next to him. “Is that who I think it is?” The wave of comfort that spread through you was immediate. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you voiced, “let me go grab the doctor!” Before you could shuffle away Cameron squeezed your hand as he said, “wait”. Opening his eyes a bit more, he lingered on your tear stained cheeks. “Are you crying?”
In a hushed tone, you replied, “no…”. Calling bullshit, he tilted his head slightly, giving you a deadpan look. Rolling your eyes, you admitted, “ok fine. I was crying, but I’m currently not. Happy now?” He cracked another smile, “extremely actually”. You rolled your eyes at his response.
His grip on your hand was still tight. Your eyes drifted down to your intertwined hands, lingering for a moment before returning to his face. “Are you gonna let me go so I can tell the doctor you’re awake…?”
“Sit, I want to talk to you”, he instructed. “Don’t worry about that, they’ll check on me soon anyway”. When he saw your apprehension, he pleaded, lowering his tone, “please…?” Sighing, you gave in, taking your seat again. You softly responded, “Ok”. For the remainder of the conversation, his hand never left yours.
A couple days later you were informed Cameron would be on reserve for the following week as they monitored him closely. Luckily his concussion wasn’t as severe as it could have been. He would be able to resume regular training soon after he was in the clear.
That following evening, you were lounging on the couch in your apartment when Cameron called you.
“Hey, you, ok?”
“Yea. You busy right now??”
“Depends, why? What do you want?”
“Can I come over? I really need to talk to you, it’s urgent”.
Your heart started racing at the sound of that. “Cameron don’t scare me like that, what happened??”
He chuckled on the end of the line, “It’s not bad, I swear. So… could I?”
“Sure, I’ll send you the address”.
“No need, I’ll be there shortly”.
He abruptly ended the call, leaving you more than confused for several reasons. How the hell does he already know my address and what’s so urgent that he needs to talk about it in person…?! Granted, you were in an apartment by campus, you never told him which one. Then your mind drifted to what he could possibly have to say that was so important to tell you right now on a Sunday evening.
You looked down at your attire before jumping off the couch to go change. Removing your sweats, you threw on some tight fitting pajama shorts and kept on your hoodie. Your nerves were through the roof as you tried to distract yourself with tv while you waited. Calm downnn, he said it’s nothing bad. It’s just Cameron.
He arrived, unbeknownst to you, and just stood at the front door for a moment contemplating. He had already run through a million different scenarios of how this would go in his head. Knocking on the door, he shook his head, trying to shake off his nerves so he wouldn’t sound stupid.
He had also thought about what he would say and how he would say it, but all of that practice flew out the window as soon as you opened the door. Greeting him with a warm smile, you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it. Feeling heat creep up his neck at the sight of you, he sucked in a harsh breath. Fuck it. “I heard you”, he blurted out.
Your brow furrowed for a second out of confusion, you let out a breathy laugh. You began to ask, “What are you talking abo—”, before it registered in your mind. Oh shit. Stunned for a moment, you went with your first instinct and promptly went to swing the door shut on him.
Reflexes quick, he stopped the door from fully closing, prying himself through the entrance. “Damn, that’s your immediate response?!” You were in no laughing mood as you backed away, creating distance between you two. Wearily, you mumbled, “what exactly did you hear…?”
You eyed him nervously, awaiting his response. “Everything. The first part is a little blurry in my mind, but I heard everything”. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his words. You whispered to yourself, “there’s no way…”, before backing away some more, turning your back to him and closing your eyes.
Cautiously, he took a few steps forward as he uttered out, “especially that last part. That’s the clearest in my head”. This can’t be happening right now. Mind reeling with every passing word he spoke, your anxiety started to bubble under the surface. Whispering out, “Oh god”, you heard your heartbeat thump loudly in your ear drums.
You turned back around to face him all to immediately be met with him standing a couple feet away from you. Stumbling back some more, you voiced in a hushed tone, “Why are you here right now…?” He took another step. “I’m here to be honest with you. I need to be honest with you”. You clutched at your stomach for comfort, starting to feel overwhelmed.
Cameron saw the gears turning in your head and closed the distance. “Just hear me out, please”. The soft tone in his voice calmed your nerves a bit. You peered up at him, giving him a small nod as you backed yourself into the counter, creating some space. Crossing your arms, you steadied your breathing. You whispered out, “I’m listening”.
He released a breath before he began speaking. “I’ve been racking my head ever since that day, trying to figure out the best way to tell you this”. Lightly chuckling, he shook his head as he recalled the locker room conversation. “Actually… way before hearing what you said if I’m being honest”.
“I wanted to apologize for making you uncomfortable before the game and tell you I can’t do it anymore…”. He took a tentative step forward, being sure to keep the space between you this time so you wouldn’t panic. “I can’t keep ignoring the way I feel about you and I’m not trying to ruin our friendship or make you uncomfortable, but I need you to know how I feel…”.
He started moving closer as he continued his confession. “I know you think my attraction to you is a casual thing but nothing about the way I feel about you is casual”. Your heart swelled with each passing statement. The steady look in his eyes scared you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, entranced by his admission. “I can’t stop thinking about you… I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met. It’s constant”.
His gaze was unwavering now as he started to list things, a sincere smile spreading across his face while each came to mind. “Your laugh… your voice… your eyes… I can’t stop”. Shifting his eyes back and forth, he was standing inches away from you now.
Your heart beat raced under his stare. Reaching his hand up to cup the side of your neck, he traced your cheek with his thumb. “I can’t keep my eyes off you because you’re always there… always”. You felt your eyes well as he continued. His eyes briefly dropped to your lips before returning to yours. “I love everything about you... I love y—”.
Overwhelmed, you stopped him before he could say it. Avoiding his gaze, your throat constricted. Dropping your hands down to his abdomen, you gently pushed him back to create space. “Cameron don’t”, you whispered as you shook your head.
Gently tilting your chin back up to view him, he grabbed one of your hands, dragging it up his chest to place over his heart. The rhythm under your palm was moving quick, sounding like it was thumping at the same pace of yours. “Tell me you don’t feel it. If you tell me, right now, that you feel nothing, I’ll leave, I promise you. And we can forget we ever had this conversation”. His thumb traced your bottom lip as he whispered, “say it”.
You stood there silently, shifting your eyes down to his lips. He waited for you to open your mouth, to say anything, but you didn’t. After a few seconds, he leaned down to connect his lips with yours. Tentatively feeling each other out, the kiss was gentle and slow. His arm circled your waist, pulling you in close while your body relaxed into him.
Breaking the kiss for air, you shifted your gaze down, shutting your eyes to give yourself a moment to process. You felt him drop his forehead to yours. He nudged your nose with his, faintly brushing his lips across yours. In a breathy tone, he uttered out, “can I show you how I feel?”
Blinking your eyes open, you nodded against him before snaking your hand up his neck to pull him back in for a kiss. Bending slightly, he placed his hands under your ass, pausing mid kiss to mumble, “jump”. Immediately doing a small hop for him, he scooped you up, placing you down on the counter behind you.
Resuming the kiss, Cameron soothingly rubbed his hands up and down your thighs. Each glide of his hands sent a sharp wave of arousal to your core. A concerned thought passed through your mind in that moment, causing you to stop him. Parting from his lips, you gently pressed his chest. Breathlessly, you urged, “Cam, wait”.
Through hooded eyes, Cameron paused all his movements. “What’s wrong?” Worried, you voiced, “your concussion… you’re still recovering. Are you sure you feel ok to continue?” You intently looked in his eyes to see if you could spot any apprehension.
Amused, Cameron cracked a smile before dropping his head to your shoulder to laugh. His laughter drew a small snicker out of you as you lightly pushed at his chest. Reprimanding him, you said, “Stop laughing, I’m being dead serious”.
He lifted his head, shaking it as he ceased laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he said while placing his hand over yours on top of his heart. Giving you a dopey smile, he spoke seriously, “I swear to you, I feel more than ok right now to continue”.
You gently cupped his jaw, softening your tone as you said, “you promise you’ll stop if you feel any symptoms?” Rubbing soft circles into your thighs now, he replied, “I promise”. Still spotting a hint of concern in your eyes, he reassured, “trust me, I won’t do anything too strenuous, ok? Not for this time at least” Choosing to believe him, you voiced out a hushed “alright”. He leaned back in to press pecks into your neck. Your hand slid across his shoulder while he continued his advances.
Your mouth parted as his pecks grew heated in nature. He briefly stopped in between kisses to voice, “want to take my time with you anyway…”. A small, breathy moan left your mouth when he sucked harshly at the sensitive spot ln your neck. Pulling his head up, he gazed down at you with a tender look on his face.
He analyzed your features for a moment before saying, “need to show you how serious I am”. Heart racing out of pure desire and need, you led him back to your lips. Eagerly kissing you back, Cameron pulled you closer against him.
Wrapping your legs around him, your core stirred with a fresh wave of arousal. Staying attached to your lips, Cameron slid you off the counter. He carried you in his arms as he wandered through your apartment to find your bedroom. Separating from his lips briefly, you mumbled out “left, then, right”, instructing him in the right direction.
On the journey there, he must’ve stubbed his toe on the end of your coffee table because he broke the kiss. Wincing in pain, he hissed, “ow, shit!”. Faltering a bit, he shook his foot, tightening his grip around you so you wouldn’t fall. You immediately burst into laughter, dropping your head to his shoulder. Sarcastically, he voiced, “you’re real fucked up for laughing at my pain, hope you know that!”. More laughter escaped you at the sound of his statement. You attempted to sound soothing as you spoke, but you were still slightly laughing when you voiced, “aww, its ok”. Trailing kisses up his neck, you whispered by his ear, “I’ll help you feel better, don’t worry”. Shifting his hands down to cup your ass, he hauled you up higher against him. Smiling, he responded, “oh I’m sure you will”, before reconnecting his lips with you.
Finally, making his way into your room, he gently set you down. His hands creeped towards the hem of your hoodie, gliding underneath to feel your bare skin. Muttering against your lips he asked, “can I take this off?” You nodded your head before he thumbed at your bottom lip. “Words”, he instructed.
Once you whispered out, “yes”, he dragged your hoodie over your body. Breath faltering, Cameron heard his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Mind racing on overdrive, he breathed out, “fuck”, at the sight of you topless. I’d do anything for her. Throbbing painfully in his boxers, he willed himself to try to last long.
He circled his arm around you, leading you back towards the bed as he resumed kissing you. When the back of your legs reached the mattress, he voiced, “lay down for me”. You obliged, crawling to the middle of your bed. Watching while he pulled his shirt over his head, your thighs clenched in anticipation.
You stopped him before he could remove his pants. Crawling back over to him, you peered up at him through your lashes. “I want to do it”. Hooking your finger in his waistband, you teasingly dragged them down his body. He parted his mouth in a trance, keeping his eyes glued to your figure.
Trailing your finger into the waistband of his gray boxers, you asked, “can I…?” He caressed your cheek, voicing, “go ahead”. You had a suspicion that Cameron was big but the image you had conjured up in your mind did not do it justice. Heavy and veiny, his dick sprung out. The last thing you wanted to do was boost his ego, but he cracked a knowing grin when he spotted the apprehension form in your eyes. Right... ok... that’s not going to fucking fit. As if he read your mind, Cameron calmed your nerves. “Relax baby, it’ll fit. Just lie back for me”.
You listened, falling back into the soft comforter while he climbed over you. He smoothed his hands down your hips, stopping at the waistband of your shorts before asking, “can I take these off?” You nodded, a soft “please” escaping you.
He dragged your underwear down with your shorts and drew in a sharp breath at the sight of your naked body. You felt self-conscious under his gaze while he stared at you. Attempting to shut your thighs, he held them open before you could close them. Randomly, he breathed out, “You know how I suck at art?”
“Mhm”, you nodded. Bringing his attention to your face now, he uttered out, “if I was any good, I’d paint you in a heartbeat”. A small laugh escaped you at the sound of that. “You’re so fucking corny”. He grinned, hearing your laughter. Lightly chuckling now, he leaned over you.
There was gentle sincerity in his eyes as he continued. “I’m being serious, you’re beautiful”. He shifted his head to trail kisses down your neck. Dropping his tone an octave, he voiced, “someone like you needs to be painted”.
You grasped his back as heat pooled in your core. When you whispered out, “Cam…”, he brought his head up to kiss your cheek before landing on your lips. Your other hand traveled up to clutch his shoulder when he deepened the kiss.
Inching his hand in between your thighs, he started rubbing gentle circles on your clit, coaxing more wetness out. You moaned into his mouth when he slowly dragged his finger down to your entrance. He coated his finger in your slick before gradually sliding it in.
Breaking apart for air, your breath hitched as he started a teasing pace. He uttered against your lips, “so wet for me”, before dropping his head to your chest to trail open mouthed kisses across it. A breathy moan escaped you when he drew his attention to your breasts, leaving love bites on the crest of them.
Moving your hand up to embrace his neck, your thighs trembled next to him when he slid in another finger. “Oh f-fuck”, you stuttered out when he increased his pace, curling them slightly. Feeling the tension in your stomach build, you clenched around his fingers. You whimpered, “Cam, right there”.
At the sound of your voice, he lifted his head. Peering down at you, he breathed out against your lips, “right there baby?” Clenching around his fingers hard, you nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. You clung to his body as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter. Eyes fluttering, you felt yourself right on the precipice before his movement stopped.
Through hazy eyes, you watched in confusion as he withdrew his fingers. You began to ask, “why did you st—”, before a fresh wave of arousal spread through your core at the sight of him licking you off his fingers. Keeping steady eye contact with you, he reveled at the taste. You dropped your eyes down to his length when he twitched, a bead of pre cum forming at his tip. There was an edge of curiosity to his tone when he stopped to ask, “You trust me?”
You shifted between his eyes, truthfully answering, “yes… but why’d y-”. He cracked a smile before coming back down to kiss you, cutting off your question. Feeling him gently rubbing his length against you, a muffled moan escaped you. He shifted your legs up his waist a bit before circling them around his body.
Disconnecting from your lips, he soothingly rubbed your thighs. Gauging your comfort, he asked, “you’re sure…?” Your eyes dropped down to his lips, lingering for a moment before you traced his jaw. You were well aware going forward with this was going to completely change things, but you never felt more certain about anyone else than him. Trailing your other hand down his bicep, you lightly squeezed it, whispering, “I’m sure, are you?”.
Heart thrumming with deep contentment as he gazed at you, Cameron smiled, answering, “Never been surer”. Giving him a warm smile in response, you pulled him back in to place a light kiss on his lips. The peck turned into a few more before his tongue was swiping across your bottom lip for entrance. When you granted it, you clenched as you felt him align his dick before slowly sliding in.
Mouth parting at the stretch, you gasped at the pressure you felt. He was only halfway into you when he softly squeezed your hip, mumbling out, “fuck baby”, when he felt your warmth. Checking in, he asked, “you need me to stop?”
You locked your legs around him, pushing him in deeper as you moaned, “no, keep going”. He listened, gliding further until he was fully in. Clenching at his words, you looked down to see his abdomen flexing, lingering on his happy trail. Setting a steady pace, he groaned out, “yea, look how well you’re taking me baby”.
Your vision faltered a bit when heat quickly pooled in your core with each thrust of his hips. Eyes glued to the glisten on his dick every time he withdrew, you moaned out, “fuck C-Cam”. Drifting your eyes back up to his face, you involuntarily clenched around him at the sight. His mouth had parted, letting small moans consistently fall out with each drag of his dick against your walls. Pupils blown, he looked so gone as he kept his gaze on you. Breathless, he groaned out, “tell me how it feels baby… tell me how good it is”.
“So good”, you uttered before he hiked your legs up higher around him. A high pitched moan escaped you as the depth of his thrusts grew from the slight shift. The speed of the wave building in your stomach caught you off guard. Hand flying down to his abdomen, you mumbled, “t- too good, shit”.
Your moans got caught in your throat as he sped up his strokes. The vulgar wet sound filling the room was all your mind could comprehend. Your other hand clawed at his back before you dropped it to the sheets, wanting to avoid scratching him.
Hand twisting in the sheets, you whimpered, “fuck baby I’m close, don’t stop”. Cameron tightened his grip on your hip, throbbing at the feeling of your flutters growing in frequency. Both teetering on the edge now, he emitted a low groan. “You wanna cum all over me baby?”
Back arching, you nodded your head. Your eyes fluttered shut as the sheer intensity of the pit in your stomach made your mind go blank. Noticing this, Cameron snaked his hand in the sheets to interlock his fingers with yours. He instructed, “look at me”.
Opening your eyes, you tried your best to keep your gaze on him while you felt his other hand shift down your stomach to apply pressure at your navel with his palm. “Cam, s’too much”, you slurred from the new sensation brewing in your stomach. Mouth falling open out of pleasure, you dug your nails into his abdomen, completely forgetting you were avoiding marking him up. His groans increasing in volume, he urged, “Breathe deep baby, let me feel it”. Taking his guidance, you slowed your breathing and upon your first exhale, your orgasm rippled through your body in waves.
Squeezing his hand, your body tingled as the sensation spread throughout you at an alarming pace. Eyes rolling back, you felt his abdomen flex under your palm repeatedly as his hips stuttered. Brows furrowing, he bellowed, “oh fuck”, before quickly pulling out.
He rapidly glided his hand back and forth over his dick before ropes of cum painted your stomach. Whimpering at the loss, a shaky breath fell from your lips as you came down from your orgasm. Writhing underneath him, your vision was hazy now as you peered up at him breathing heavily.
Thoroughly pleased with the sight, your eyes drifted over his abs before settling on your stomach. Dragging your finger through his cum, you brought it to your mouth, licking it off with a small moan. Temporarily hypnotized, Cameron shook his head at the sight. “You gotta stop, you’re going to be the death of me if you keep doing shit like that”.
A knowing smile spread across your face at the statement. Hand comfortingly rubbing your thigh, his eyes softened as he gazed down at you. “I’ll be right back, ok?” Currently in a blissful state, you simply nodded your head. He disconnected his body, disappearing out of your sight while he searched for your bathroom.
Your head turned to linger on your hand that had been intertwined with his. Bringing it over to rest on your heart, you closed your eyes for a moment, sighing out of content. You let out an airy laugh as the thought had crossed your mind he was, by far, the best you’ve had. Something he’ll never hear me admit…that cockiness would be something else. Feeling light and unburdened, you didn’t know how much your feelings were weighing on you till that moment. You didn’t even feel this peace when you rambled in the hospital, expressing a portion of how you felt when you thought he wasn’t listening.
When he returned you fluttered your eyes open to see he had cleaned himself off and grabbed a damp cloth to clean you up as well. He ran his eyes over your features, scanning for any signs of discomfort. “How do you feel? You need me grab you anything?”
Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you felt a bit unserious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when you looked up at him. “No, I’m ok. Thank you”, you softly said. “I feel… great. Rejuvenated is more fitting actually”.
Cracking a wide grin, he chuckled lightly. “I’m glad to hear that”. Once he was done, he moved to set the cloth down somewhere. Tilting your head, your eyes followed his movements before he turned to face you again. Still a bit loopy, you inquired, “How do you feel, hm?”
You reached out for him when he made his way back over to you. Climbing into the bed, he pulled you under the covers with him. “I feel… like I could run a marathon right now”. Facing his body towards you, he circled your waist, pulling you close. You snickered at his words, tracing your fingers up and down his arm wrapped around you.
Somehow, during such a tranquil moment your brain shifted to his concussion and replayed the scene of it happening over in your head. Throat constricting, you lowered your gaze and shut your eyes, trying to calm the nerves bubbling in your mind. What if it’s worse than a concussion next time? How long would it take to recover then? Concerned, Cameron immediately spotted the shift in your mood.
Gently tilting your head back up, he caressed your cheek. He whispered out, “what is it? Talk to me baby”. A stray tear ran down your cheek when you opened your eyes. “The game… I know you’re ok right now Cam but—”
Seeing where your mind was going, he softly interjected. “No buts, no what if’s, I’m good right now. Don’t stress yourself over something that hasn’t happened”. His eyes searched for any lingering feelings of worry.
“You said you trust me, right?” You nodded your head in response. “Then trust me when I say I’ll be ok. You know there’s safeguards in place for a reason”. Releasing an exhale, you relaxed into him. “You’re right”.
“Of course I am, I’m always right baby”. You playfully rolled your eyes. Scoffing, you spoke, “That’s an extreme stretch”. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes when he suddenly rolled you onto your back, crowding your space. “You know what actually was an extreme stretch? When I slid my—”
You cut him off, bringing your hand up to cover his mouth. Laughing, you warned, “stop, don’t make me kick you out now!” He licked the palm of your hand, making you retract it. You grimaced, pushing at his chest as you complained, “you’re so nasty, I’m really this close to—”
He cut you off with his laughter. “Damn you’d put me out when I’m completely naked?” Raising a brow, you challenged him, “you wanna find out?” Returning the same expression, he prodded even more, “don’t act like you don’t like that nasty shit, you were just licking my c-”
Feeling heat creep up your neck, you turned your head to avoid his gaze. Pleading with him, you voiced, “Cam!” He grinned seeing you flush. Gently gripping your jaw, turned your head back to face him. “You getting shy on me now?”
“Leave me alone”, you whispered out. You tried your best to look annoyed by him but to no avail. The look on his face alone was enough to flood your heart with warmth, softening you up. Playfully rolling your eyes, you smiled as you said, “you’re real irritating, you know that?” He absentmindedly rubbed small circles into your hips, staring at you with a smitten expression. “Yea, I’m aware”.
That expression didn’t leave his face for the next few moments while he just admired you. Trailing a hand up to his neck, you questioned, “what, why are you looking at me like that?” He leaned into your touch when you traced his jaw. Shifting to a more serious tone, he started speaking. “I hope you know this isn’t a one and done thing for me, that’s not what this is. You know I wouldn’t lie to you… I meant what I said”.
Heart clenching at his words, you voiced, “I know”. He swallowed hard before continuing with his admission. “I’m not trying to scare you or anything because I know you might not be ready to hear it, but I do love you. I’m serious… I need you to know that”.
Your heart was beating out of your chest by the time he was done. Tenderly pulling him down for a kiss, you gently spoke against his lips, “I know you are… I love you too”. Smiling into the kiss, he left lingering pecks before lowering his head to your chest. Leaving a final kiss over your heart, he turned his head to rest over it, letting the soft thrum of your heart beat lull him to sleep. You gently caressed his upper back until your eyes grew heavy, eventually drifting off to sleep as well.
In the morning you awoke with a start, startled at the sound of your ten o clock alarm. Groaning, you tried to maneuver in Cameron’s hold to switch it off. Majority of his weight was now pinning your body to the mattress. His arm snaked around your waist in the middle of the night, keeping you trapped in that position for the remainder. You attempted to shake him awake, groggily explaining, “Cam let me go, I have a 2 pm today”. He grunted above you, not budging. You tried getting his attention by tapping him, but he only tightened his grip. Sighing, you gave up, fluttering your eyes shut again. If you were determined to go, you still had plenty of time to get ready, but you barely felt like leaving as is. One class skipped won’t do any harm.
OMG HIS VOICE IS JUST SO 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 ITS SO ADORABLEE 🤤🤤🤤🤤
god what a fucking DORK
college setting where könig is a baseball player and you’re new to the college and want to make new friends! but you’re so awkward! :( but könig already likes you, you look so adorable and soft and he wants to grab you and throw you over his shoulder before walking back to his room and keeping you there
they’re making teams, everyone picking great players until you’re the only one left and no one seems to want to be stuck with you, except for könig, who didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic and pick you and only you, but he steps closer and holds out a hand for you to shake before grinning, high and accented voice beaming that “you can always be on my team!”
and god, your wide eyes and surprised expression has him biting his tongue until he feels blood because you look so fucking adorable he needs to eat you
i need someone—anyone who reads ts—to give me a college fic rec. idc if it’s a fanfic from a show idk ab or a terribly written work, just something that is realistically set up in a uni campus setting. and that has romance btw.
side note: i am a college student myself but i’m so bad at socialising, unobservant—listen, studying takes a lot of time—and actually understand how my uni works that i should resort to fiction.
Synopsis: Alex has dedicated his entire academic career towards attending the University of Libreverde to study blood magic. His plans of staying on track are quickly interrupted when his roommate convinces him to attend a frat party, and there he meets Callon Vedrexa; a boy who's high on ketamine, generally strange, but quite attractive. When Callon asks him if he'd like to see more of the city he's just inhabited, Alex reluctantly agrees, never anticipating how far their relationship would go; or what secrets Callon might be hiding. .
Hi! I originally wrote this awhile back, but I fucking hated it. Turns out, established relationship stories need to have. the relationship. established. Who knew? So, here's the prologue to Ronan's nephew/Taleisin's friends story, a collection of one-shots detailing their freshman year up to the time of Ronan/Taleisin's respective stories. I hope you like it! I'm very normal about them. I also retitled it, yay.
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Tags: oc x oc, modern fantasy, urban fantasy, college setting, mafia setting, smut, fluff, established relationship, violence, blood magic, magic, elves, elf x human, public sex, gnc character, nonbinary character, band kids being horny but with high stakes, original world
Alex Fairin didn’t come to college to party.
He had worked too hard for too long to squander the opportunity he had been given; a nearly full-ride scholarship to one of the best colleges for magic-based medicine.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” his roommate whined, leaning against his chair. “You seriously don’t want to even give it a try?”
Alex stood in front of his desk, unpacking yet another box filled with books, their pages stained and torn by years of use and oil stains. He looked out the window, the muffled sound of music seeping into their dorm room as people moved throughout campus. “No, I don’t. Besides, even if I did, the only people that are here are returning students, locals, and other international students.”
“You say that like that’s not a fuck-ton of people. But, that does mean we have a better chance of standing out. Once the other freshmen get here, every frat house is going to be hell to get into.”
He looked back at his roommate, their only shared trait their nationality. “I’m not interested in standing out,” he said before going back to unpacking. “If you want to go, then go.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to go by myself, I’ll look like a loser. Come on, please?”
Alex let out a sigh, conceding. “Fine. But if I’m not enjoying it, I’m not sticking around.”
——
It wasn’t that Alex was opposed to partying, or drinking, or even drugs; some of his fondest memories of high school involved smoking shitty weed at a basement party of five other people. He was simply opposed to doing those things around so many people he didn’t know.
As soon as he walked inside, it was clear this wasn’t anything like the parties at home.
A smoke-filled haze covered the dimly lit room, music booming through large speakers in a deafening crescendo. His senses were assaulted by the smells of alcohol, vomit, sex, and a combination of drugs. He stood shoulder to shoulder as he tried to wade through the crowd, only to realize his roommate was nowhere to be found. Between the sound and lack of light, there was no hope of finding him.
He did his best to walk through the party, watching as people of all backgrounds got high, got fucked, or both. He wasn’t even sure where he was going, the crowd pushing him forward. Between the sound, the god awful smells, and the ‘activities’ his peers were engaging in, he quickly realized he had no desire to stay.
He turned back to get a look at the front door, only to see a flock of partygoers blocking it. He just kept moving, determined to find a way out and walk straight back to campus.
He finally made it to a door, relieved at the sight of the summer sky as he opened it. He walked outside, shutting the door behind him and taking a moment to center himself. He walked past the brick patio, sitting down on the grass. He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he stopped to just listen.
He heard the whirring sound of teleportation stations. A car alarm going off in the distance. A single bird singing. Yet the chirping of cicadas, the light of fireflies, the crackling of a fire; all those sounds, sounds he had associated summer with his entire life, were absent.
He was a long way from home.
‘Maybe this was a mistake,’ he thought. ‘Maybe I should’ve just stayed in Eldor. Sure, it wouldn’t be-”
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the back door opening and closing. He looked behind him, a tall blonde boy walking out onto the grass wearing a cropped t-shirt and shorts Alex’s mother certainly wouldn’t have approved of. He laid down in front of him, looking up at the sky. His bright blue eyes were bloodshot, staring at the clouds in a daze.
‘The fuck did this guy take?’ The boy was happily humming away, blissfully unaware of Alex’s presence. ‘Yeah, he’s high off his ass.’ Alex hesitated, but eventually spoke up. “Are uh, are you alright?”
The boy whipped his head around, yet his expression remained calm, a small smile forming across his face.
“You’re pretty,” were the first words out of his mouth, smiling and giggling as blonde curls fell over his face.
Alex looked away, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. “Thanks, but…are you okay?”
“I’m great. Never better.” He rolled over onto his stomach, pulling himself closer and putting a hand on Alex’s knee. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
‘Do people really just hook up like this? It’s been like, five seconds, fuck.’ He stared back at him; the boy certainly was attractive, rosy lips and freckles scattered across his face. His hair reached just a little bit past his chin, pointed ears much longer than his own poking out; the boy was likely fully Elvish. His cheeks were pink, the stench of alcohol lingering on his breath.
‘He is really cute, but he’s high out of his fucking mind’. “I…I do, but I think you should get some rest. Did you come with any-”
“You’re no fun,” he groaned, pulling his hand away and laying back on the grass. “Why are you out here anyway?”
He shrugged, “I’ve learned I don’t really like college parties.”
“Why’s that?”
“It's way too loud for me. I couldn’t even hear myself think.”
“Fair enough. Are you here with anyone? I probably should’ve asked that first, my bad.”
He smiled, “my roommate dragged me here, but…I lost him almost as soon as I stepped inside.”
The boy moved beside him, whispering in his ear as if they weren’t alone. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure.”
He kept giggling as he spoke, barely able to get the full sentence out. “I’m high off my fucking balls, dude.”
Alex couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You don’t say?”
“Yeah, man, this shit’s crazy. Are you gonna be here for a bit?”
Alex looked towards the fence surrounding the backyard; as soon as he walked inside the party, he wanted to leave. Yet his hastiness seemed to have faded away. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Mind if I sit with you for a bit? Just while I come down from everything.”
“Go ahead. Do you know what you took?”
“Thanks, but uh…not entirely sure. Ketamine, I think? Does it matter?”
His eyes widened, “Uh, yeah, a little bit.”
“Well, shit,” he let out a sigh, looking back up at the clouds. “Let’s just hope I’m remembering correctly.”
Alex nodded, unsure of what else to say. The silence didn’t last long between the two, the blonde boy looking back over at him. “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“What’s a conspiracy you believe in?”
“Uh…” he paused, a topic he was mostly unfamiliar with. “I don’t think I believe in any, but…there are some that are interesting, I guess.”
“Like what?”
“That there’s not actually a moonstone shortage, that the people that run the Teleporters are just jacking up the price because they can.”
“Please,” he scoffed, “that’s not a conspiracy, that’s just like, basic capitalism and shit. I’m talking like, something fucked up. Or crazy. Or stupid.”
He paused, trying to think of what to say. “Well…I don’t believe in it per se, but I always found the theories about the noble families surviving interesting.”
“There’s like a billion of those, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
“Hmm…I always thought the one about them becoming mole people and living underground was fun.”
The boy laughed, “alright, that’s a niche one. I fuck with it. Personally, I like the one about the government financing fish necromancy.”
“…what the fuck is fish necromancy?”
He shrugged casually, “necromancy for fish, duh.”
“Like the fish are doing the necromancy, or they’re practicing necromancy on the fish?”
“I don’t know. Depends on who you ask.”
He didn’t think he’d have so much fun babysitting someone coming off a high, but was quickly proven wrong, discussing all sorts of random conspiracy theories and strange questions as he sobered up.
He watched as the boy stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting up to reveal his stomach. “Think you’re okay now?”
The boy nodded, “I think so. Hey, you said your roommate ditched you, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You should ditch your roommate. Where are you from?”
“Bellmarn, it’s this village in South Eldor-”
“Whoa,” his eyes widened. “So you’re from like, really far away.”
He nodded, “yeah. I’ve uh, I’ve never been in a place like this before. It’s weird, being surrounded by so much magic,” he sighed. Even though he had moved across the ocean specifically to study magic, he still found himself overwhelmed by how commonplace its use was in the city.
The boy paused. “You wanna see something cool?”
He gave him a wary look. “What do you mean by that?”
—
Teleportation wasn’t cheap.
Getting all of Alex’s belongings to college cost thousands of dollars, the conversion rate far from favorable. Even with the student discount, paying the yearly $3000 fee to access the Teleporters just wouldn’t be possible.
Yet he stood next to his new friend, watching as the gate guard inspected what appeared to be some form of ID. “You’re good to go, and him?” He said as he pointed at Alex.
“He’s with me.”
“He still needs his own-”
“Maybe you should double check my pass one more time.” Gone was the boy’s giggly tone from the party, maintaining an intimidating glare at the gate guard; as intimidating as one could be in a crop top and shorts.
The man’s eyes widened, looking the boy up and down before looking back at the ID. “Callon Vedrexa,” he read softly.
“Yep.”
“I…my apologies, Mr. Vedrexa. You’re both clear to head through,” he said as the gate opened.
He smiled, his bubbly demeanor returning as he walked into the room. “Thanks!”
Alex followed him, the pale violet walls of the teleportation room still foreign to him, the etched runes glimmering on each side of the wall. “Your name’s Callon?”
He nodded, “mmhmm. Oh, I didn’t tell you that, did I? Well, now you know,” he leaned against the wall. “What’s yours?”
“Alex.”
He held out his hand to shake, “well, it’s nice to meet you, Alex. You don’t get teleportation sickness, do you?”
He lied, shaking his hand. “Nope.”
“Good.” The heavy door locked once the room finished filling with people, the runes emanating a silver glow before flashing a bright light throughout the room.
For a moment, it felt as if he was falling straight down, his head heavy as he balanced himself on the wall behind him. The light faded, and the door opened, an unfamiliar station waiting ahead.
‘Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up,’ he repeated in his mind, taking slow, deep breaths.
“You alright?” Asked Callon.
He nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just uh, I’m not quite used to it yet.”
“Oh, I guess they don’t have as many of them over there, huh?” He asked as they began to walk out the station.
He shook his head, “only in a few cities. We just drive everywhere, or take the train.”
“Makes sense. My mom was one of those people who preferred to drive everywhere, even in the city. It was kinda nice, taking the time to see everything from place to place.”
“I’ve definitely seen more cars than I thought I would.”
He shrugged, “everyone has a preference. Some people get sick, some people don’t like being around so many strangers, and some people just like taking their time, I guess.”
‘Some people also might not be able to afford it, either. A car’s surely cheaper in the long-run,” he thought.
They walked out of the station, this district completely different than what surrounded the college. Bright lights made of crystal, passerby dressed in luxurious outfits, the smells of fine wine and spices wafting across the streets; certainly an improvement from the party, a level of decadence Alex was unfamiliar with. With his simple red t-shirt and black jeans, he undoubtedly stood out, but so did Callon.
“Come on, follow me,” Callon grabbed his hand, quickly leading him into a dimly lit alleyway.
He followed him, only thinking about it after they disappeared from the street. ‘I’m gonna die. Oh my god, why the fuck did I agree to go across the city with a dude I met at a party? Who was high on fucking ketamine? I’ve been here for only ’
I stopped at the end of the alleyway, a steel ladder built into the wall beside him. “You’re not afraid of heights, right? I probably should’ve led with that.”
Again, Alex lied. “No, it’s fine. Do uh…do you wanna go first?”
“Sure, as long as you promise to catch me if I fall,” he laughed, climbing up the ladder with little hesitation. He moved quickly, unphased by the cold metal bars leading up to the rooftop.
Alex followed him, doing his best to keep up. Callon had made it to the top before Alex was even halfway. He looked down from the roof, “come on, country boy,” he teased.
“Don’t call me that,” he groaned as he kept hoisting himself up.
“You know, once you said that, it did make sense. You have the slightest accent,” Callon grinned, holding a hand out for Alex as he made it to the top. “Can you say ‘water’?”
He took his hand, glad the climb up was over. “No, shut up,” he said as he moved onto the roof, standing back up.
“I’m just teasing,” he walked further across the roof. “Anyway, hope you think the view was worth the climb.”
Alex followed him, looking over the city skyline. The skyscrapers towered over him, but looked almost close enough to touch. “Wow,” he mumbled under his breath, standing in awe at the collection of lights.
“Sometimes I hate it. I think that’s natural when you spend your entire life somewhere, though.”
Alex nodded, “trust me, I understand.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.” It was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Never before had he experienced a night so vibrant.
Callon smiled, “I’m glad you think so. But…watch this.” Before Alex could react, Callon ran towards the edge of one of the buildings.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”
He jumped off the edge, flipping through the air. He landed on the roof of the next building effortlessly.
Alex’s eyes widened, “are-are you fucking insane?!”
He simply shrugged, unphased. “I mean yeah, but I’m not sure how that’s related.”
Alex looked down at the gap between the buildings; a long way down if he hadn’t made it across. “I…” Just hours ago the boy had been barely coherent, now he was jumping across rooftops like it was nothing.
“You don’t have to. I had another thing I thought you might wanna see. We can go another way, or I can jump back over and we go back to campus. I’m okay with whatever,” he said as he sat on the ledge.
“I…no, I can do it,” Alex nodded his head, as if to convince himself.
‘You have magic, and he did that without any it seems. Just slow your fall if you fuck it up. You’ve been doing that since you were in the fifth grade. You can’t fuck that spell up.’
“You sure?” Callon stood up, moving to the side to give Alex as much clearance as he could.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure,” Alex tried to hide his voice shaking. He took a deep breath, staring at the edge of the rooftop in front of him.
‘Just run, then commit to the jump. This is easy. It’s just like track. Just…don’t look down.’ Alex took a few steps back, before running as fast as he could. He bent his knees before launching himself forward, visualizing the gap as just another hurdle.
He landed on the concrete, his breaths quick. He let out a laugh, “Holy shit, I did it!”
“Yeah you did!” Callon gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Think you can do it like, six more times?”
“…what?”
“Again, we don’t gotta, but-”
“No, I can do it. Lead the way.”
Callon smiled, the two of them running across the rooftops. Once Alex got used to it, it truly was no different than track and field; the stakes were just a little higher.
Alex took a moment to catch his breath after another jump. “So…I gotta ask, what do you do if you fall?”
He shrugged, “die, I guess.”
“You’re just…you’re just doing all this shit without magic?”
He nodded, “yeah. You’d be surprised at all the things a humanoid body can do on its own.”
“Is this just like, a thing you do for fun? All this parkour type shit?”
“Yeah, something like that. Sometimes I like to time myself to see how fast I can go. You develop an eye for it; what jumps are safe, what you can grip onto, other shit you can launch yourself off of. It’s a lot more interesting than just like, running.”
“Makes sense. How much further, by the way?”
He pointed forward. “See that?” He pointed towards a building with a large glass dome on top of it, glowing in the distance.
“Yeah, what is that?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there,” he smiled, before running off once more.
They made their way to the dome, the building surrounded by a concrete rooftop below. The closer they got, the more ostentatious the dome appeared; illuminated with even more crystals, lined in what appeared to be gold. .
“Here it is,” Callon said, the two walking up to the dome. Callon sat down in front of it, Alex following their lead. “I don’t know. It might sound a little stupid, but…I like watching everything.”
Alex peered through the glass panels. It was a casino, hundreds of people occupied by tables upon tables of various card games, colorful slot machines, and endless drinks. It seemed to be quite upscale based on how everyone was dressed, women’s dresses swaying across the marble floor. It fascinated him, the way dealers moved cards without even touching them.
“I thought casinos didn’t have windows, to keep you unaware of how long you’ve been in there?”
“Oh, once you’re inside, looking up will just show you what the sky looked like when you arrived. It’s some mass illusion spell thingy, I don’t know how it works.”
“I’m assuming there’s some kind of rune or ward that keeps people from cheating?”
“On the main floor, yeah. There’s a whole separate room for gloves off gambling.”
“What’s that?”
“See how a bunch of people have black gloves on? They check your ID, and if you’re a mage, they make you wear the gloves. Gloves off gambling is where anything goes. You know, cause they take the gloves off for spells and shit.”
Alex nodded, mesmerized by the sight. “I’ve never been to a place like this back home, much less here.”
Callon continued, “It sounds silly, but…sometimes, I’ll pick one person, and I make up a story about them in my head. Just based on what they’re wearing, or who they’re with. Stupid shit like that. Like that lady down there,” he pointed at a woman moving alone, wearing a long red dress. “I think she’s here to impress someone.”
“Like who?”
“I don’t know,” he looked closer, almost pressing his face against the glass. “She doesn’t look the type to be there just to find some rich person to date. She looks kinda competitive. She’s probably trying to impress one of the regulars.” He pulled away, “but yeah, it’s kinda stupid, but…” he shrugged.
“I don’t think it’s stupid, it sounds fun,” Alex looked back down at the passerby, trying to think of something to add. “I wish I could come up with stuff like that, just on the fly. I’ve never been creative like that.”
“Hmm…well, how about this? You pick someone you think is interesting, and I’ll come up with something.”
“Alright,” he scanned the casino floor once more. He pointed towards a man at a blackjack table, wearing a white suit that stood out from the crowd, black gloves on his hands. “What about that guy?”
“White suit is a bold choice. He looks kinda scary, but also not. Almost like a cartoon villain, like he’s gonna rob a lemonade stand. But…maybe that’s his plan. To look like he isn’t a threat. Keep ‘em on their toes.”
Alex smiled, “alright, I see what you mean.” They watched as the man stood up, walking from the table and hurriedly yanking off the gloves. “Looks like he’s a sore loser, he just got up and left midway.”
“Yeah, he seems mad. Never bet more than you can afford to lose, that’s what my dad always told me.”
“Does your dad come to places like this a lot?”
“He owns it. He owns most of the casinos in the East and West sides of the city. He makes me help him out at the one Eastside, closer to the school, but…I like this one better. Maybe it’s just ‘cause I don’t work here, though,” he laughed.
‘Explains why the gate guard just let my sorry ass through. This guy must be fucking loaded,’ he thought. “I wouldn’t wanna hang out where I work either.”
“What did-” he was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. “Shit, it’s my dad, uh…” he stood up, “just give me a second.” He walked towards the edge of the roof, out of earshot.
Alex watched as he spoke, a growing look of annoyance on his face followed by a groan. He hung up the phone, walking back over.
He sighed, sitting back down next to Alex. “I uh, I gotta go, I’m getting called in,” he spoke quickly, his tone anxious and hurried “Here,” he reached into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and giving Alex the ID card that granted him access to the Teleporters. “Think you know how to get back?”
It wouldn’t be difficult if he could use the stations, only needing to follow the signs back to campus, but there was still the issue of holding an ID that wasn’t his. “I mean, it’s not hard, but this isn’t mine.”
“They’ll let you in, trust me,” he nodded. “I…I really wish I could stay, but…” Callon looked back at him, the two staring at each other in silence. He leaned his head in closer, and Alex did the same, his heart beating out of his chest as their lips brushed together.
Callon pulled in, kissing him softly. Alex barely knew him, yet he had no desire to stop. He returned the kiss as he placed his hand over Callon’s, as if silently asking him to stay.
Callon pulled away, his face illuminated by the bright casino lights, his cheeks red. He smiled, standing up and walking back towards the edge of the rooftop. “You don’t need to run all the way back, there’s a ladder down over here,” he said, pointing to the ledge. He turned back to face him once more, “thank you, for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”
Alex stood up, finding his way to the ladder. “Thank you for showing me this. I uh, after you.”
“What a gentleman you are,” he teased. “But I’m headed in a different direction,” he ran forward, jumping onto the rooftop in front of them, heading north. He landed effortlessly, looking over at Alex one last time, a grin on his face.
“See you at school, Alex.”
Then, he was gone.
‘It’s been barely 48 hours and I’ve gone to a party, ran across rooftops, and kissed a guy.’
The only thing Alex regretted about his night was not asking the boy for his number. He made it back to his room, his roommate seemingly still at the frat party. He looked over Callon’s ID; the only information he had about him was his name.
‘Once the semester actually starts it shouldn’t be too hard to find him.’
In the coming days, Alex realized he had severely underestimated what a school of 50,000 students looked like.
The first day passed. Then the first three days. Then the first week. He hadn’t been able to find Callon at all, now coming up on the first two weeks of the semester being nearly complete.
‘I have his fucking ID, he has to find me eventually.’ The more Alex thought about it, the more doubts he had. ‘You worked your ass off to be here,’ he thought. ‘He’s cute, but is spending your time with someone who does ketamine and runs across rooftops really the best idea?’
He had earned plenty of scholarships already due to his accomplishments; a 4.0 GPA, valedictorian (at a high school of only two-hundred people), and plenty of extra curriculars. Yet he still hadn’t fully covered the cost of tuition, a few thousand dollars left to go.
So long as he passed the auditions for marching band and wind ensemble, he’d be eligible for two more scholarships, and likely secure enough funds to avoid taking out loans entirely. He literally couldn’t afford any distractions. So, he focused on his studies and practiced the audition material as much as he could, still keeping Callon’s ID with him wherever he went.
The day for wind ensemble auditions arrived, and he entered the audition room with a clear head, confident in the material. The wave of sound hit him as soon as he opened the door, dozens of people were spread out and practicing in preparation for their audition. He walked inside, holding the clarinet case in his right hand and his music and score sheet in his left, determined to stay focused.
There in the waiting room was Callon, playing through the trumpet selection with ease. ‘Holy shit. Why is he here?’ It was a silly question, given the instrument in his hands, but still unexpected. Sure, the band kids back home all hooked up and smoked, but nothing like what Callon was doing at the party.
His crop top and shorts had been replaced with a suit vest and tie, the sleeves of the pressed shirt rolled up to his elbows; a typical ensemble for a college audition.
Alex focused on Callon’s sound, zoning in on his performance through the cacophony of noise. He was poised, focused, moving with as much grace as one could while playing the trumpet. His performance was a far cry from what Alex had heard in high school; his phrasing was elegant and smooth, with no notes over-articulated, a warm and inviting sound; words he’d never used to describe a trumpet before.
He finished the excerpt, lowering his instrument before glancing over and meeting Alex’s gaze. His eyes lit up, smiling. “Took you long enough,” he laughed.
Alex walked closer, struggling to hear him. “What?”
“Took you long enough to find me, I didn’t think it’d be here, admittedly.”
“I uh, yeah, I should’ve asked for your number. Oh,” Alex reached into his pocket, grabbing his wallet to return the ID card. “Sorry. I did try to find you, it’s just-”
“It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” he said as he put it away.
‘He seems way too nonchalant about not having his station pass for two weeks.’
“But uh,” Callon continued, “actually, before I forget, give me your phone.” Alex nodded, handing it over before Callon punched his number in. “There. I’m sure that’ll save future headaches. I’m really sorry I had to leave so quickly,” he sighed. “Trust me, I didn’t want to, but if I keep my dad waiting too long, he gets really pissy about it.”
“No, no it’s okay. I uh…” he trailed off, once again thinking back to their kiss, and what it could’ve led to. “I just, you know.”
The boy raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming on his face. “I don’t, actually.”
“I would’ve,” he blurted out. “Would’ve hooked up with you, I mean. I just, it would’ve been wrong, at the party, you were high. But on the rooftop, after we kissed, I just..." he trailed off.
He hadn’t ever been so flustered before. ‘Gods, I’m an idiot. What the fuck am I doing?’
Callon walked closer, his face close enough to touch him. “Well, I’m sober now. I’m here now,” he whispered in a low tone. He grabbed the score sheet from Alex’s hand.
“Number 29, please come forward,” said a voice at the front of the room.
Callon looked over Alex’s sheet. “Number 45. I’m 39. Seems they’re running behind,” he smiled. “It was unfortunate that our time on the roof was cut short, I had other ideas too. But… we have plenty of time now.”
He never could have predicted that sort of response. “I…yeah, sure, why not,” he said softly, trying to feign confidence.
Callon saw right through him, yet seemed to find it charming, smiling back at him. “Put your stuff down, then come meet me in the bathroom in five minutes. Okay?”
Alex nodded quickly, “yeah, yeah for sure.” Before he could say anymore, the boy had walked out of the room. Alex found a place to set his things, carefully watching the clock. As soon as the five minutes passed, he walked over to the bathroom.
He looked underneath the stalls, spotting the dress shoes in the last stall of the row. He opened the door, and there Callon was, leaning against the wall with the same devious smile as before. “We’ll have to be careful. I don’t think either of us wanna get too messy,” he grinned, pulling Alex in for a kiss.
He eagerly kissed him back, his lips tasting faintly of vanilla chapstick, wearing the same perfume as last time they met.
Callon’s hands wandered down his body as they kissed, feeling the outline of Alex’s hard cock through his pants. It felt downright pornographic; knowing someone could walk in on them at any moment only made things more exhilarating.
Callon broke the kiss, starting to undo Alex’s belt. “I was so mad our time was cut short a few weeks ago. I was thinking about this, you know?”
“Yeah, uh, I was too,” Alex mumbled as he felt Callon’s hand on his cock, stroking him slowly.
“Well,” He moved down in front of him, “I hope I can live up to your expectations,” he teased, licking the tip of Alex’s cock. He looked up at him with eager eyes, “your cock is so pretty,” he trailed off, running his tongue along his shaft, slow strokes from the bottom to the tip.
“T-Thanks,” he moaned under his breath. Alex couldn’t help but pet his head, his hair just as soft as he had imagined. His hand moved to hold his face; an intimate gesture for a bathroom blowjob, but a natural one nonetheless.
Alex tilted his head back against the stall wall, the sensation overwhelming as he felt Callon take his entire length, the tip hitting the back of his throat. It sounded as if he was choking on it, but he kept going, undeterred as thick spit coated Alex’s cock. He petted his head once more with his free hand, letting out soft praises, “you’re so good at this, fuck.”
He kept going, looking up at him with wide eyes. He let go, taking a deep breath, “can you do me a favor?”
“I-Yeah, sure.”
“Call me a good boy,” he pleaded quietly before taking Alex’s cock back in his mouth.
‘If you keep sucking my cock like this, I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want.’ He nodded, “you’re such a good boy,” he moaned as he held his face, running his thumb along his cheek. He knew he couldn’t last much longer like this, the thrill of hooking up with someone he barely knew, where anyone could walk in. He moaned louder, “fuck, you feel so good.”
Callon stopped, pulling away. “If you want…” he stood up, wiping the spit away from his face. “We can go even further,” he said as he slowly stroked his cock.
Alex’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, and we don’t have-”
“Why did you think I asked you to give me five minutes?” He smiled, “it’s there to take if you want it. You don’t have to, but…if you did, I’m ready. You can see for yourself,” Callon said as he started to undo his belt.
‘Did he just have it in his pocket? Was it in his bag, and maybe he had grabbed it before he walked over? Do people just carry lube with them, should I be doing that?’ Alex wasn’t sure, but he was too horny to question it further.
He watched as Callon turned around, taking his belt off and pulling his pants down to his ankles. He bent over, pulling apart his ass cheeks to show off his asshole. It was clear he had prepared, the lube spread across his hole glistening under the fluorescent lights.
“We have time, but we don’t have that much time. There’s more in my right pocket if we need it.” He sounded almost proud; it seemed he might’ve had the same fantasies Alex did after their first meeting.
He was terrified of hurting him, so he leaned down and reached into Callon’s pocket, a small, travel size bottle of lube inside
“You haven’t even touched me,” Callon teased.
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said as he rubbed lube onto his cock.
“Aww, how sweet,” he laughed.
He continued to stroke his cock as he admired his partner’s ass. Despite how thin he was, it was soft, just enough for him to grab onto. He pushed a finger inside, Callon taking it with ease as he started to move back and forth. He seemed to relax quickly, eager for more.
Alex slid another finger inside, watching Callon reach to stroke his own cock. “Just fuck me, I can take it.”
He pulled his fingers out, rubbing the head of his cock against Callon’s hole. He slowly pushed inside, listening to the Callon’s shallow breaths and whimpers. He was tight, almost painfully so. He stopped halfway, “you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m okay, it’s just…” he bit his lip, keeping his eyes on the ground as if embarrassed. “It’s a lot,” he stammered. Despite being so forward, he was struggling, Alex’s cock thicker than what he was used to.
“Stand back up,” Alex said, keeping the head of his cock in his ass before leaning over and kissing Callon’s neck while reaching around to stroke his cock. “We don’t need to rush that much.”
“No, no I can do it,” he insisted, “just go for it, I’ll-”
“Shh,” he interrupted, running his thumb across the tip of his cock, feeling the precum leak out as he spoke. “I’m not gonna hurt you, we can take our time,” he stroked Callon’s cock faster as he pushed inside just a little more, feeling him start to relax further. “You’re doing great,” Alex kissed his neck once more, this time lightly biting him.
The sound of his voice seemed to excite Callon even more, drawing a whimper from his lips, “thank you.” He started to move his hips, fucking into Alex’s hand as he fully relaxed.
“Good boy,” Alex cooed, holding his sides and pushing the rest of his cock inside. He wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping him still as he adjusted to his full length. “Ready?”
He nodded, breathing softly. “I’m ready. For real this time, I promise.”
He started to move slowly, petting Callon’s hair and whispering more praises into his ear. “You’re doing so good, you’re taking my cock so well.”
His voice was sweet, but once Callon had relaxed, he only wanted more. He could feel Alex’s cock just barely hitting his prostate, his girth stretching him out. “Faster…faster, please! You feel so good, fuck!”
Alex quickened his pace, yet Callon kept begging for more, deeper, faster. He fucked into this boy like his life depended on it, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the bathroom.
“Yes! Just like that, oh fuck!” He cried out, pushing himself back to feel him even deeper. He was nearly on the brink of tears from pleasure.
Alex gripped his hips tight, feeling himself getting close.He reached over, stroking Callon’s cock. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, biting his lip in an attempt to keep himself quiet.
Callon let out another whimper as he felt Alex’s hand against him. “Cum inside me, I don’t care, just don’t stop!”
Alex jerked him off faster, feeling his own cock twitch as he came deep inside him. He kept stroking Callon’s cock, listening to him whimper in pleasure.
Callon’s entire body shook as he came all over Alex’s hand, some of it even spraying onto the bathroom stall door. “Holy fuck,” he moaned quietly, exasperated. It took him a few breaths to collect himself, leaning onto the wall to stay balanced. “This…this was really fun,” he let out a weary laugh, straightening his back and starting to clean himself up.
Alex still hadn’t caught his breath. “Yeah, yeah uh…I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect that, but…” He trailed off, unsure what to say. “But I enjoyed it.”
He nodded, leaning in closer. “You know, if all goes well, we might be seeing each other a lot more soon,” he gave him one last kiss. “Good luck.”
Alex texted him sparingly after auditions; he wanted to say more, he wanted to do more, but his coursework kept him busy.
He sat at his desk, studying away when an email notification popped up; it was the audition results. Rather than sending individual emails, all that went out was simply a list; a list with both his and Callon’s names on it for both ensembles.
He got a text from Callon shortly after receiving the email.
🔵: glad to see you made it in :3
🔴: likewise :)
🔵: I had a lot of fun during auditions ;)
🔵: we should do that again
🔴: you’re right, we should
🔵: wanna come over after rehearsal?
The first rehearsal was tomorrow, ending at seven. He looked over at his schedule; his earliest class the day after wasn’t until 11:00 AM.
‘I’m allowed to have some fun, one night isn’t going to fuck up my grades.’
🔴: sure
When Alex eventually arrived at rehearsal, it was nearly impossible to find Callon. The ensemble contained at least a hundred people, all trying to find their seats and get their music. The first rehearsal was always the most chaotic. He had no hope of finding him until rehearsal had ended.
He looked over the music, yet struggled to focus. Even when rehearsal started, all he could think about was what awaited afterwards.
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The sex was even better the second time. Not being in a public bathroom certainly helped.
Callon was nothing short of beautiful. His slender, smooth yet toned body, his sharp jawline, his long eyelashes. He was otherworldly, looking like he had walked out of a painting from hundreds of years ago, an androgynous appearance not dissimilar to that of the Gods. He had the same elegance as the nobles and magisters of old, yet spoke with unadulterated vulgarity.
Alex fucked him from behind, the only thing quieting Callon’s moans was his face shoved into the mattress. “Yes! Oh fuck, harder, fuck me! Fuck me harder! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” It sounded almost like he was about to cry from pleasure, nearly screaming.
Alex thrusted into him, grabbing his ass as he felt himself getting close, his balls slapping against Callon’s stretched and lubed asshole. He thought back to Callon’s reaction when he whispered in his ear, the way his cock had twitched in his hands he leaned forward. “You’re gonna cum just from my cock? You’re not even going to touch yourself?” His tone was sweet, as if mocking him.
“Yes! It’s so fucking deep,” he let out another moan through gritted teeth as he commanded Alex, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me daddy, fuck me like a slut, I want you to fuck the cum out of me!” He let out another cry, whimpering as he came all over the sheets.
Alex pulled out, stroking his cock fast. Callon wasted no time moving in front of him, still breathing heavily as he stuck his tongue out, mouth open wide. He placed his hand on the top of Alex’s cock, and Alex let go, watching Callon quickly stroke him off. He seemed so eager, so ready for his cum; it didn’t take long for Alex to blow his load all over Callon’s face.
‘He looks so cute,’ he thought, resting his hand on his head, absentmindedly petting his hair as he came down from his orgasm.
Callon stood up, shakily walking to the bathroom to clean his face off. He was quiet, paying Alex no mind as he turned on the sink, washing his face.
Alex sat on the bed, unsure of what to do while he waited for him.
‘Did I do something wrong? He got up so quickly.’
Callon walked back out, noticing Alex still naked in his bed. He stopped, the two of them just staring at each other, both still entirely nude.
“I uh,” Callon crossed his arms, looking away from him. He had been the one to initiate their intimate rooftop kiss, to suggest hooking up in the bathroom. Yet now that the sex was over, staring back at Alex brought a sense of vulnerability; vulnerability that terrified him. “Thanks. For coming over.”
Alex sat up, “yeah, of course. You okay?”
“Yeah, I just…” he scratched the back of his neck. “I’m just not used to people staying afterwards. I expected you to be half dressed by now.”
Alex didn’t have the most experience with hook-ups, but he’d never think of just leaving. “I mean, I can get going if you’d like.”
“No, no, I just…” he let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not usually super like, cuddly or whatever,” he said as he walked closer to the bed, wiping away his cum from earlier.
“We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I can just go, if that’s what you want.”
He looked up at him, “no, no, I…I mean, do you want to?”
Alex shrugged. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do. But I like taking care of my partners, typically. I don’t want you to walk away feeling shitty if I can help it.”
He nodded, turning to dispose of the dirty towel before crawling next to him on the bed. At first, he laid still on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He looked back at Alex, seemingly content and relaxed, his chest rising and falling slowly. He had kissed him, blown him, let him fuck him in the ass, yet the thought of resting his head on his chest made his heart race.
Hesitantly, he moved closer, feeling Alex’s arm around him before laying down on his chest. He listened to the sound of Alex’s heartbeat, its rhythm much slower than his own.
“That okay?”
He nodded, speaking softly. “Yeah, this is…this is good.”
“Just so we’re on the same page, I don’t really do relationships, to be honest.”
Alex nodded, looking back at Callon as they laid next to each other after another afternoon rendezvous. “That’s fine. I’m not asking you to.” The statement came out of nowhere.
‘I wouldn’t have been opposed to it, though.’
“But like…I like the thing we have going,” he sat up, looking down at him. It was the third time they had hooked up, now two weeks into the school year. “I guess I was wondering if you wanted to do like, a friends with benefits type thing. Like you know, you’re cool, we hang out, we fuck, but it’s not like, serious, you know?”
“I’m not opposed. Honestly, I don’t think I’d have time for a relationship either.” There was truth to his words, the amount of pages he needed to read between classes growing by the day. Yet it felt almost like he was trying to convince himself that it couldn’t work, that he’d never have the time.
“Cool, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Did you still want to grab food before rehearsal?”
“Yeah, actually,” Alex sat up, grabbing his phone. “A friend of mine also asked if I could hang out before rehearsal, would it be okay if he tagged along?”
Despite his precious statements, Callon couldn’t deny the twinge of jealousy. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine. Uh, who is he?”
He got up, starting to get dressed. “He’s in marching band, but he’s also in my math class. He sits next to me and recognized my face, I guess. He’s fun, I think you’ll get along with him. His roommate is coming with him too, so you know. It’ll be a thing.”
“That’ll be fun, sure.” Callon couldn’t explain his worry. He had just established that they could only be friends, nothing more, yet the idea of Alex potentially being with anyone else made him uneasy. ‘It’s literally just a friend from his class, you’re being a fucking freak,’ he thought to himself. ‘It could never work. Not with him, not with anyone.’
They left for dinner, Callon trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind. The two of them sat outside to eat, savoring the nice weather while it lasted as they waited for Alex’s friends.
“Hello!”
Walking up to them was an Elvish boy, a human behind him. Callon looked up, “oh, hi.”
“This is Taleisin,” Alex gestured towards him. “Like I said, he’s in my math class.”
“You must be Callon,” he smiled. “I’m Taleisin, and this is my friend Anthony. He’s kinda quiet, but he’s cool.” Anthony simply nodded, giving a small wave as the both of them sat down. “
‘He’s talked about me? I mean, I guess it makes sense, we do spend a lot of time together, come to think of it. What does this kid know? He does look familiar.’
“Nice to meet you, Taleisin. Wait, you’re in jazz band too, right?”
“Yeah! I’ve seen you around, we’re in all the same ensembles. I mean, I’ve like, noticed you, not like I’m stalking you. You’re kinda hard to miss sometimes, but I’m not trying to say you stand out in like, a bad way, but a good way, and…” he trailed off, letting out a sigh. “Sorry. I’m not very good at talking to people.”
‘Oh my god, he’s like a puppy.’ Callon smiled, “no, no, keep going, you got this.”
He quickly realized he had nothing to worry about.
Something was wrong.
“Callon? Callon, are you okay?” Alex looked up at him, his head between Callon’s legs. Their night together had started like any other, their routine consistent as months passed; Callon had sent Alex a risque photo of himself, Alex came over, and their activities commenced. Yet it wasn’t like Callon to be so quiet, and Alex quickly noticed something was off.
He looked in a daze, as if his mind was on another plane of existence. “I…I’m not sure. I just,” his breaths quickened, “just give me a minute.” Alex moved away from him, watching as Callon pulled his legs close to his chest. His voice shook, “I’m fine, just give me a second.”
Alex wasn’t sure how to react. He wasn’t sure if he should reach out and embrace him, or leave him be. “Can…can I help?”
Callon glanced towards Alex, his eyes welling with tears before quickly looking away. He stared down at the floor; “I’m sorry, I don't know. You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to, I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your night,” he said quietly.
“No, no, I want to stay. I mean, I’ll go if you want me to, but I wanna make sure you’re okay.”
It was clear Callon didn’t believe him. “You really don’t have to do that, I won’t be upset if you go.”
“No, that’d be shitty. I mean…you’re my friend. Whether we’re having sex or not, that doesn’t change.”
Callon stared back at him. ‘At the end of the day, he’s my only friend. Being undecided is fucking lonely.’ He took another deep breath, rubbing his eyes and looking out the window; tiny snowflakes beginning to fall from the sky. “Do you care if I smoke?”
'I feel like getting high after this isn't a great idea, but...he knows himself better than I do,’ Alex thought. “If it would help you, then…go ahead.”
“Thanks,” he got up, walking to the closet and reaching into a box of pre-rolled joints. He walked back to the bed, “can you give me a light?”
Alex nodded, a small flame from the tip of his finger, briefly illuminating the room as he lit the joint.
Callon took a long drag, blowing the smoke away from Alex’s face. It quickly dissipated into the air, silver flakes wafting in the air. He offered it to Alex, “want a hit? It’s got like, some enchantment thingy on it, it won’t smell or fuck with the smoke alarm.”
‘Even the fucking weed is magical, holy shit,’ he hadn’t seen anything like it. “Yeah, sure.”
He handed the blunt over, and Alex inhaled. He immediately started coughing, the sensation stronger than anything he was used to back home.
“Whoa, you gotta breathe out dude,” Callon said, taking it back from him.
“No, I’m fine, it’s just…different, than what I’m used to.”
“What you’re used to? I didn’t take you for a bad boy, Alexander. With all your scholarships and honors college applications.”
It was strange, hearing him say his full name, yet it rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Alex shrugged, “it’s stressful, that’s all. If I don’t maintain my scholarships, I can’t afford school. Plus, honors college gets me another resume booster for med school.”
Callon’s expression fell. He looked genuinely shocked, as if the concept of being unable to afford school was foreign to him. He nodded his head slowly, “that…makes sense. Is that your goal? Medical school?”
He nodded, “yeah. It’s hard, but…it’s what I want to do.”
Callon smiled, taking another hit. “I wish I was like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wish I had goals, or aspirations,” he stared out the window, the same dazed look on his face as before. “Alex…we’ve been doing this for what, four months now?”
He nodded, “give or take, yeah.”
“You’ve held me. You’ve kissed me. You’ve fucked me. You’ve woken up next to me. Yet we still hardly know each other, if you think about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess it’s better that way,” he continued. “I don’t want you to pity me.”
“Why do you think I’d pity you?”
He sighed, “I don’t know. I just…I have these moments where sometimes I’m not present, I guess. Like I’m not in this reality, I’m somewhere else.”
“…where are you, then?”
He shrugged, “depends. But it’s never somewhere I wanna be, if that makes sense. I don’t know what triggers it, sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.”
Alex slowly nodded his head, “I think I get it.”
“Don’t take it personally, you didn’t do anything wrong.” he held himself tighter, as if to make himself appear smaller. “Sometimes I just…disassociate, I guess, I don’t know.”
“…can I help?”
He turned to face him, “could you…could you just hold me for awhile? Like you do afterwards?”
“Sure,” he moved so Callon could sit between his legs, wrapping his arms around his waist. He leaned his head against his back, planting a single kiss on his shoulder.
Callon let out an exhale, the weight of Alex’s body against his felt almost like a blanket, the drugs clearing his head as his heart rate slowed. Both shared the same, unspoken sentiment.
‘I wish I could stay like this forever.’
The new semester had started, and Callon had become accustomed to Alex’s affectionate nature. He enjoyed it, being treated like a prince after sex; a welcome change after previous partners leaving without so much as a goodbye. They were still only friends, and shared little about their lives outside of school, but it wasn’t uncommon now for them to just nap together, or for Callon to lay in Alex’s arms while watching movies or playing games; so long as they were alone.
“It’s so fucking cold,” Callon mumbled, underdressed for the winter weather. A thin sweater, skirt, and thigh-high socks were all far too thin to offer any real warmth.
Alex was unphased, the winters back home much more intense. He couldn’t help but tease him, “I thought you said hoes don’t get cold?”
“This is different,” he pouted. “It never gets this cold, this is an act of the Gods or some shit.”
“Have you considered wearing, I don’t know, a jacket?”
“You’re a dick,” Callon spat, unamused.
He laughed, “come on, this is nothing. I don’t think it's even an inch of snow.”
“I don’t care about the snow, it’s like, the air,” Callon groaned as they walked inside. “Now stop being mean to me, or I’m not sucking your dick.”
Alex blushed, looking around to see if anyone overheard him before they walked inside Callon’s building. “Dude, don’t say that so loud.”
Callon turned to face him, “then don’t be mean to me,” he grinned, letting out a laugh before leading Alex to his room.
As soon as the door behind them shut, Alex cupped his hands around Callon’s face, his skin frigid as he shivered, his cheeks and nose bright red. “Fuck, you are cold,” he mumbled, looking up at him.
“That’s what I’ve been saying!”
‘I really hope this isn’t too much, but he’s being a brat, and it’d be really funny,’ Alex thought. In one quick motion, he grabbed Callon from behind, lifting him up into his arms.
Callon let out a yelp, “what the fuck are you doing?! Put me down, asshole!” Despite his words, he made no effort to escape Alex’s hold.
“I don’t know,” he walked towards the bed, “you could say please.”
Callon tried to hide his laughter, but failed, “fuck you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck.
“Alright fine, close enough,” he said as he set him down on the bed, leaning down to kiss him. Callon kept his arms around him, eagerly returning the kiss, moments of laughter between the two occasionally pulling them apart.
The cold faded away as Callon felt their tongues brush together. He could feel Alex’s warm hands run along the sides of his body, in no rush as the kiss deepened.
‘Fuck, he’s really taking his time. I don’t mind, though,’ Callon thought. It was intimate, soft, the feeling of Alex’s lips against his own. He always allowed Alex to take control, relaxing into the bed and letting him do as he pleased. Yet he simply kept kissing him, over and over as they both ran their hands along each other’s bodies.
Callon finally pulled away, both of them gasping for air, “Fuck, that was…something.”
Alex sat up, “Sorry. I got carried away, I guess.”
“No, no it’s okay, I just didn’t expect it. It’s…it’s fine,” he trailed off.
“Are you sure? If you don't like it, I won’t be offended.”
“No, no, I did, just…” he started to mumble, “how do I explain this? You know how sometimes you just really rail the shit out of me?”
“…I’m vaguely familiar with the concept, yes.”
“And you’re like,” Callon sat up, pantomiming as he spoke. “You choke me, and then you’re like, ‘yeah, take it bitch, take my cock,’ and then I’m like,” he started moaning dramatically, raising the pitch of his voice, “‘oh fuck yes daddy!’ And it’s hot, but it’s really slutty, you know what I mean?”
Alex sat in silence, trying to hide the smile on his face. ‘I feel like I should be offended, but this is fucking hilarious.’ He failed to stifle a laugh, “I think I get it.”
“What we did just now, that was more…soft, I guess? I don’t know, I want like…a combination of the two. Like you’re still in charge, but it’s less slutty. Does that make any sense? I feel like I’m talking out my ass.”
‘I feel safe with him,” Callon thought as he awaited Alex’s response. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about anyone I’ve fucked. Maybe it’s because we’re friends, we’ve been doing this for nearly six months now,’ he thought.
“So…what we usually do, but softer? Still dominant, but gentle?”
Callon smiled, “yeah! You get it. That.”
He hadn’t realized how much he craved intimacy until he truly felt it. The way Alex whispered in his ear, how he’d embrace him as he fucked him, the endearing tone of his voice, the endless praises, the kisses when they came together.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, gentle and sweet, sensual even, as Alex took the time to worship his body.
Callon rested his head on Alex’s chest, both of them coming down from their shared ecstasy. He couldn’t help himself, wanting to be as close to Alex as he could. He’d nuzzle his face against Alex’s beard and neck,kissing him wherever he could. He clung onto him tightly, as if he was a teddy bear bringing him comfort. ‘Fuck, I’m going soft. I’ve never been this clingy. But Gods, it feels so nice.’
Alex turned to face him. He ran his fingers through Callon’s hair. “You okay, baby?” His voice was soft and sweet, almost protective.
‘Fuck. We are not doing pet names, don’t call me that. We’re not dating, I’ll fucking kill you. But he’s so hot, I just want to make out with him forever and ever. Fuck you for making me think about feelings, this is so gay. But I just want him to hold me, and kiss me, and tell me I’m a good boy. I want him to be gentle to me, and take care of me. I hate him, fuck,’ Callon thought.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” Despite his chaotic internal dialogue, he maintained a calm tone. “I liked that a lot.”
“You did fantastic,” Alex smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead.
‘I’ve always thought the term ‘love-making’ was stupid. Just call it what it is; sex. Fucking. But that…that was different. Not some cringy romance novel shit, but…I don’t know. I feel so pathetic, clinging onto him like this, but I can’t bring myself to stop.”
He held him a little tighter, allowing his heavy eyelids to close, letting his guard down long enough to fall asleep in his arms.
The semester was nearly over. The two had spent almost an entire academic year ‘hanging out’ at least once a week.
There were times where the sex was still rough and messy, but now there were occasions where the sex was far more intimate.
Callon had made a habit in the last few months of falling asleep on top of Alex afterwards, something which Alex welcomed. He’d pet his hair, kiss his forehead, and hold him close; it was as if he was a warm blanket, wrapped around Callon to keep him safe.
Alex watched as his back slowly rose and fell as he slept. Both were exhausted with finals quickly approaching, but Alex felt a desire to care for him. After all, Callon was still getting calls to come into work late at night, sometimes not returning until four or five in the morning.
He didn’t know exactly what Callon did when he was at work, but he understood the exhaustion. He had spent countless nights at rehearsals and practices, coming home after the sunset to work late with his father, then completing mountains of homework late into the night. It had paid off, given his scholarship and the school he had gotten into, but he was now painfully aware of how it affected him, the burnout still lingering at times. Doing something like that now, in college, he couldn’t imagine.
So he let him sleep on his chest as long as he needed, happy to provide whatever rest he could. He looked around Callon’s apartment as he absent-mindedly pet him.
At this point, he spent more time here than he did at his own dorm room. Sets of his clothes sat on the top shelf of Callon’s closet, an extra toothbrush by the sink. He had bought another laptop charger to keep near Callon’s desk, and Callon’s address was the default on food delivery apps.
He looked back down at him, the butterflies in his stomach undeniable during tender moments like these. “Are you asleep?” He asked softly. He received no response, Callon still peacefully resting on top of him. .
He started talking to himself, quietly mumbling, “I feel like we’ve gone beyond friends with benefits at this point,” he said with a soft laugh. “I just…I don’t know.”
He thought back to his last relationship; a girl he met at band who he simply didn’t have time for. “I know we’re both busy, but…if we have time for this, then surely we must have time for other things too.”
What was the difference between what they were doing now, and dating? They hung out together. They slept together. They ate together. They’d cuddle and watch movies together. Throughout their first year, both had made other friends. Yet they were always each other’s first choice.
“Maybe we’ve been dating for awhile now, and I’m just too stupid to realize it,” Alex mumbled.
“What?” Callon started to stir, half awake as he looked up at Alex.
“I…I didn’t say anything.”
“Yes you did,” Callon laughed, sitting up. “What was it?”
‘I could just lie,’ Alex thought. ‘But…I’ve been denying how I really feel for so long. Still, would anything truly change if there was a label on it? Although…maybe I want a label on it.’ He held Callon’s face, running his thumb along his cheek.
Callon clearly didn’t have the same intention Alex did, reaching over and playfully biting his thumb.
Alex laughed, pulling his hand away, “what are you doing?”
“I don’t know, intrusive thoughts I guess,” he shrugged, laying back down on his chest and looking up at the ceiling. “What did you say though?”
He sighed, “Callon…I know when we started doing this, like regularly, you and I both didn’t want things to get too serious.”
Callon was quiet, keeping his gaze away from him. “That’s right.”
“I guess…” he sighed, unsure how to verbalize how he felt. “I guess I’m just wondering if you still feel that way?”
Callon kept his eyes on the ceiling, letting out a deep exhale. “I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve…never been in an actual relationship before. I’ve hooked up with plenty of people, but…I don’t know what’s different from that, and what we’re doing.”
“I don’t know either,” Alex admitted. “I mean, I’d call you my boyfriend, or whatever you’d like to be called.”
“You could call me your bitch,” Callon snorted.
He rolled his eyes, unable to stifle his laughter. “Shut up.”
“No, but like…would that be it? I mean, we’d be exclusive, but…I haven’t seen anyone else since we started doing this, to be honest.”
“Me neither. I guess…do you remember a few months ago, when we were walking back from rehearsal, and you kept complaining about being cold? And then we came back here and just-”
“Yeah. Yeah, that…I think about that a lot. I’m glad we started doing stuff like that. I don’t know, I always thought the term ‘lovemaking’ was kinda gay.”
“Well-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But,” he moved to face him once more. “I don’t know what love is, honestly. But I know I feel…safe, around you. That probably sounds stupid.”
Alex smiled, “not at all. I mean, I want you to feel safe around me.”
“I feel like I should have something more to say,” he said with a nervous laugh, “but I don’t really have the words to describe it. All I know is I like what we’re doing. The kissing, the sex, the hanging out, the talking about stupid shit. I want more of it, I just don’t know what that means.”
Alex wrapped his arms around his neck. “It can mean whatever you want it to mean. I’m not the most experienced with this stuff either, but right now I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
“I don’t either.” Callon grinned, letting out a sigh, “I feel like this should be a bit more monumental,” he joked.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I’m your boyfriend now, I guess.”
Alex pulled him in for another kiss, “I guess so,” he kissed him once more, the two entangled yet again.
“One more thing though,” Callon said between kisses.
He paused, running a hand down his back, “what?”
“You’re a dick for bringing this up right before summer break.”
Summer break began, and the new couple soon found themselves separated by thousands of miles. They still found plenty of time to talk to each other, however their schedules never quite lined up; when Callon returned from work, Alex was just waking up.
Alex had always been one to rise with the sun, slowly opening his eyes and grabbing his phone; in his tiny hometown village, it was 5 AM, whereas in Libreverde, it was 1 AM.
He looked over his notifications. There was a message from Callon, from ten minutes ago.
🔵: are you awake I just got back from work and I’m sad
🔴: I just woke up, what’s wrong?
🔵: I’m just stupid
🔴: no you’re not, I’ll call you
He leaned over his bedside table, grabbing a pair of earbuds to make sure none of his family could hear him; with his great-great-grandmother being a fully Elvish woman, he learned how to be sneaky quickly, finding ways to stay up late and avoid the enhanced hearing elves benefitted from.
She was also 900 years old.
Still, it wasn’t a risk he wanted to take. He put them in, and gave Callon a call.
He answered the phone almost immediately, “hey,” he said softly, his voice weak as if he’d been crying.
Alex spoke slowly, still not fully awake. “Hey, what happened?”
“I just…” he sighed, his breath shaking. “I just didn’t do what I was supposed to do. I fucked something up. I didn’t do it on purpose, but everyone’s angry at me.”
“What’d you do?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, to be honest. I just, I fucked something up in a really stupid way.”
Callon was always vague with work stories. It wasn’t the first time he had left his job so distraught, nor would it be the last. “That’s alright, I’m here,” he cooed, his voice raspy and deeper than usual as he yawned. “You want me to just stay on the phone with you?”
“Yeah, if that’s okay,” the sound of something hitting the phone echoed through the ear buds, before it became clear from the rustling sheets Callon had hopped into bed. “How’d you sleep? You saw your high school friends yesterday, right?” Despite the small talk, Alex could still hear his voice shaking, a sharp inhale coming through the phone speaker.
“I slept okay. Callon, are you sure you don’t wanna talk?”
“I…” another sharp inhale. “I just wanna go home.”
‘Wasn’t that where he was already?’ Alex thought. “Where are you? I thought you said you were back.”
“I mean, I’m at my dad’s house, but like…I don’t know. It’s weird. This should be home, but it doesn’t…feel like it, I guess? Even though it is? It has been for yearsI…I wanna go back to school. I know that sounds crazy, but…that felt more like home than here does.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know if I can explain it. I miss you,” he mumbled. “I wish you could hold me,” his voice barely above a whisper.
‘Fuck, how bad was it? I’ve never heard him this distraught.’
“I wish I could too. But…I’m here now.”
“Could I ask you for a weird favor?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Could you just…read me something? It can be anything, even some weird nerdy science thing, I just wanna hear your voice while I fall asleep.”
Alex let out a quiet laugh, slowly getting up. “I can do that.” He walked over to his desk, clear of any books or notes since he had left for college. Most of his books were still packed away from when he moved out, not bothering to unpack them during the break. “Give me a second, I’m sure there’s something.” He opened up his backpack, a few textbooks sitting inside, “there’s biology, chemistry, intro to medical magic, and remedial magic.”
“Wait, you had to take remedial magic?”
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?”
“No,” Callon said with a soft giggle. “Why the fuck did you to take that?”
“Because this fucking village that refuses to get with the times,” he groaned, lowering his voice even further. “Our schools suck in terms of magic, so I was pretty behind, apparently.” After all, his great-grandmother was one of the village elders dead set on maintaining tradition, even if it came at the expense of young mages.
“I remember at my elementary school they had the like, special classes for mages? One of my friends was in it, they’d like, pull you out of class or some shit. Did you have something like that?”
“Yeah, but they only started doing it when I was in third grade, and then the school board got all up in arms about what magic they could and couldn’t teach. It was just like, one guy organizing it for the entire county too, so…” he shrugged. “I’m sure it wasn’t great, compared to what’s over there.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Callon mumbled. “But they just didn’t teach you enough stuff?”
“Pretty much. It wasn’t hard, but I can’t cast spells I don’t know.”
“Huh. I’m sure it’s because I’m not a mage, but hearing people explain magic makes my head hurt. Could you read me the chemistry one? It sounds boring.”
He smiled, grabbing the book. “Sure.”
Callon didn’t understand half the words Alex said, but that didn’t matter. All he wanted to was to know he was still there on the other side of the phone.
Callon didn’t spend much time by the international gates at the Teleporter Stations. He re-read their messages from earlier.
🔵: can you write down what gate you’re coming from I’m stupid
🔴: You’re not stupid, stop calling yourself that
🔴: It’s the B gate
🔵: ohhhhh ok
🔵: when should I come get you
🔴: I’m leaving at noon, but I’m sure it’ll be backed up, so I’ll probably get there around 12:15
🔵: ok
🔵: I’m here
He sat on a bench, surrounded by gates from places he rarely heard of. He tapped his foot anxiously, gripping the bottom of the bench.
A bell rang out, and the large doors to the Teleporter chamber opened, a flood of businessmen and women pouring out. He stood up, scanning the crowd. A glimmering, pink aura emanated from the doors; remains of the moonstone used to power the Teleporter.
Alex walked out, carrying only his backpack on his shoulder. Callon didn’t hesitate, running towards him and throwing his arms around him. He almost knocked Alex over, nestling his head in his neck.
He smiled, wrapping his arms around him once he regained his balance. “I take it you missed me?”
“Something like that,” Callon laughed. “When will your stuff get to school?”
He shrugged, “probably like, an hour or two. I’m sure it’s not as busy here as the other gates, but it sounds like a lot of the cargo Teleporters are backed up. When did you move back in?”
“A few days ago. I still have some shit to unpack, but it’s not too bad.” He grabbed his hand, “come on, there’s plenty we can do before your stuff gets here.”
They made their way back to the college, and as soon as the door shut to Callon’s apartment, there was no time to waste. They rushed to the bed, Callon sitting upon Alex’s lap as they embraced. An entire year since their first meeting, yet each kiss felt more electric than the last.
The two pulled away, Callon catching his breath as he looked back down at Alex. He rested a hand on his face, “I’m…I’m really, really happy, by the way. Not just to see you, but like…in general.”
Alex smiled, “I am too. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
If they were lucky, those feelings wouldn’t change.
Part 1
JESUS CHRIST IM RLY HAPPY WITH THIS LOWKEY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
these are the ocs im undoubtably am the most hyperfixated on. I just. hhhhhhhhhhh. there's so many themes I want to explore with both of them, and within the next chapters there's going to be many overlaps and references with Taleisin/Ronan's stories! yippee.
Absolutely loved this story! It made me laugh out loud many times and was a joy to read 🥰❤️
Also lots of in-depth storylines for the other characters as well!
Quotes:
Wei Ying goes through his pockets and tries to figure out if he has anything that he can pick the lock with. You know, if he could remember how to pick a lock.
He’s only managed to do it successfully the once, so it might have been a fluke, now that he thinks about it. Maybe he’s never successfully picked a lock, maybe he just brute-force opened it after a few weeks of messing with it.
“Can I help you?” someone says, behind Wei Ying.
And just when Wei Ying was going to see if brute force would work in this instance as well. Again, classic.
Wei Ying pastes a smile on his face and spins around.
He almost spins right back around because Jesus Christ, that is an attractive man. And Wei Ying is a raccoon gremlin trying to break into a fucking closet. Fuck.
Wei Ying forces his smile wider.
“I’m Wei Ying? The new director for the theater club? I’m supposed to be meeting with them soon and I wanted to get a better feel for the space?” Wei Ying says.
He swears, he’s not trying to ask questions, but he’s been thrown solidly off his game and now everything out of his mouth sounds like a valley girl impression.
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“So,” Xichen says, once Lan Zhan sets out the tea.
And then he waits.
Classic mistake.
If he thinks Lan Zhan is going to pick the topic of conversation, they can just go ahead and sit in silence. Lan Zhan loves silence and he’s getting less and less of it as Wei Ying has started popping up with alarming regularity.
There’s no stopping him now that he knows where Lan Zhan’s desk is, and he’s just as likely to be in the dining hall or the library. Lan Zhan doesn’t know how Wei Ying keeps gaining access to all of these places without a campus id.
Not that Lan Zhan…it’s just that—he—there’s never any warning of where Wei Ying is going to be, so Lan Zhan has to be ready to be ambushed at any given moment. He’s so tense all day that his entire body hurts by the time he gets home.
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Summary:
In which the Gusu University theater club is looking for a new beginning, starting with a new faculty advisor (Lan Zhan) and a new director (Wei Ying).
hello!!! firstly, thank you for all your hard work in running this blog!! ive read so many good stories because of you guys! secondly, i was wondering if i could ask for a rec list? specifically IFs set in a school/college/academy ? the educational institutions i attended were very boring so i like to live vicariously through fiction 😅
And by popular demand, we filled quite a long list for IFs set in academia 😌
If anyone has further suggestions, please feel free to leave a reply and we’ll add it to the list!
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Blackstone Academy for the Magical Arts by Alana Joli Abbott
Changeling (VN) by Steamberry Studios
Community College Hero Series by Eric Moser
Crème de la Crème by @hpowellsmith
Grand Academy for Future Villains by Katherine Nehring
Keeper Series by @keeperofthesunandmoon
Known Unknowns by Brendan Patrick Hennessy
Monster Prom (VN) by Beautiful Glitch
Psy High by Rebecca Slitt
Way Walkers: University Series by J. Leigh & Mac J Rea
