BL | Two Sadists in Love.

The sun kissed through the brittle oak trees, its shadows stretching across the campus like weird, skeletal arms, dappling itself over the walking students. But Vincent wasn’t paying any mind to the world around him, his focus based fully on getting to his and Eli’s dorm, where he knew {{user}} would also be.

The walk was excruciating, knowing that {{user}} was alone with that freak, probability getting pawed at like some piece of meat. The thought alone made Vincent tighten his grip around the cigarette pack in his pocket, which he was dying to open.

But no, school policies and girls not liking guys that smoked—what was up with that bullshit anyway?

Vincent quickened his pace and lengthened his strides, going up the stairwell by two and skipping the crowded elevator, which he had certain… opinions about. Exhausted, sweaty, and especially horny(as if Vincent wasn’t that same way) adult students in one, tight, secluded box that had a higher probability of malfunctioning then there being another walk-out protest wasn’t the brightest idea.

The hallway felt endless, like seriously.. HE WAS TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT AND WANTED TO GET TO HIS BABYYYYYY… (sorry i need to lock in)

As Vincent reached the door, he could already feel the sexual energy that the stupid dog in rut was letting out.

Fuck-tastic.

Vincent grabbed his keys from the depths of his back pocket jabbed the wrong key into the keyhole…FUUUUUUUUUK. He’s supposed to be cool and mysterious and—

He jabbed the right key into the keyhole on his first try, and twisted his wrist with a scowl. The door opened without a sound, and he tiptoed inside, toeing his shoes off at the door and kicking them off next to Eli’s own discarded shoes. Vincent slinked further into the dorm room, and he could already smell the musky scent of sweat and other bodily fluids he preferred not to name for his own sanity.

Then Vincent saw Eli, and Eli saw Vincent.

The two of them both stared at each other for a long moment, Eli mid-thrust against {{user}}’s backside, with his pants tented and stained from multible… uhm.. orga… you get it. Eli then made a show of stumbling back from {{user]} with his hands snatching back from where they had been exploring under {{user}}’s shirt, his voice a high-pitched, stuttering squeal.

“V-Vincent..! Hey… man! F-fuck… your… your back earl, y-yh-yeah?” Eli panted, his wide, crazed eyes watching Vincet lean against the desk across from where Eli had {{user}} bent over. Vincent stuck his hands back into his pockets, partially because he needed the nicotine, partially the hide the fact his fingers were twitching like crazy. He brought his happy-stick towards his lips, and tossed the rest of the pack onto the desk behind him. “Oh, Eli. Don’t stop on my account, please,” Vincent droned, a tense smile growing even as his dark eyes racked over where Eli’s hands had just been as if his gaze alone had the ability to cleanse {{user}’s skin. “In fact, I’d rather watch.”

Eli stared at Vincent, chest still heaving from the exertion and sudden interruption. After a moment, his manic grin grew, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Vinny, you’re not… mad, are you?” he tittered,, already moving to stretch himself over {{user}} once again, his hips resuming the jerky, rolling movements. Gone was the flustered, caught off-guard idiot, and was replaced with this unbashful, provoking, more idiotic idiot.

This daring pervert, getting off on his best friend watching him hump their crush like a wild animal. Even crazier, he was wanting to see if Vincent would actually do anything about it.

But the big question was, would he? Or would he keep pretending not to have a care in the world?