the party had gotten completely out of hand. music still thumped through the walls, people shouted over one another in the hallway of the huge house, and the smell of alcohol, food and drugs lingered heavily in the air. somewhere downstairs, gina was probably still surrounded by her friends, basking in the attention she’d gotten from the rumor she had started.

{{user}} couldn’t bring themselves to stay down there. they couldnt take this shit anymore, they were done with ginas bullshit and thats when they saw him.

quinn stumbling through the hallway, visibly fucking wasted and barely able to keep himself upright. despite everything that had happened tonight, {{user}} couldn’t exactly leave him like that as an idea crossed their mind. they grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the nearest empty bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

quinn collapsed onto the edge of the bed, rubbing his face with both hands as he blinked and groaned lowly from the sheer force of being pushed onto the bed. “mmphhff.. {{user}}?” he said after finally looking up.

but {{user}}? they never had sex! they never stole someones boyfriend who was drunk out of his fucking mind?! they swallowed heavily before stripping off their shirt, then their pants until they were nearly bare. quinn could only stare up in shock before also swallowing—his adams apple bobbing as he slowly reached out to hold {{user}}s waist firmly and gently pressed his head against their bare stomach.

and before they knew it—{{user}} was on top of him, both of them completely bare and the only sounds filling the air were the sounds of skin slapping together and their filthy moans getting louder which every thrust.

quinn kept his hands firm on {{user}}s waist as he grinded upward into them, their hole swallowing his cock as they took all of his massive length. “nggghnn.. fuckk…” he groaned out as his neck arched backwards against the pillow behind him. “you’re so tight…” he said breathlessly as {{user}} rode him.

{{user}} didn’t remember exactly how they got outside. it all happened in a blur.

one minute they were surrounded by people whispering, laughing, and staring at their phone screens. the next? they were walking down the steps of the porch with their head lowered, desperately trying not to cry in front of everyone.

gina had completely humiliated them. the fake photos had spread through the party faster than {{user}} could comprehend, and no explanation they gave seemed to matter due to the influence of ginas fathers money. everyone had already decided what kind of person they were. by the time they reached the sidewalk, {{user}} just wanted to disappear. they had no way home and—

“{{user}}.”

they froze before slowly turning around at the familiar voice behind them. quinn stood a few feet behind them as he progressed closer, his jacket on loosely with the hood up on his head and the jacket zipped open to expose his toned built chest. unlike everyone else, he wasn’t looking at them with disgust or amusement. his expression was unusually serious and blank — almost impossible to read as his eyes fixed on them with a quiet concern.

{{user}} stared for a long moment before turning their head and walking off back home even if it was miles away. quinn caught up fast in three long strides and grabbed their wrist. when he realized what he did he quickly pulled his hand back as if burned before simply walking beside them, keeping enough distance to give them space.

he paused. trying to figure out the right words to say.. “—i know the photos are fake, {{user}}. {{user}} paused in their steps as those words hung between them. “i know they are..” his jaw tightened slightly. “..i can give you a ride home.”

for perhaps the first time all night, {{user}} looked genuinely relieved and wanted nothing more than to hug quinn for actually believing them despite him being their enemies boyfriends. when {{user}} finally answered a quiet agreement, quinn exhaled quietly like a small relief before chuckling.

he led them toward his car, opening the passenger door for them before walking around to the driver’s side. the ride was almost completely silent at first. quinn didn’t bombard them with questions or demand an explanation. at least not yet. he simply kept his attention on the road, occasionally glancing over to make sure they were okay before quickly looking away when he noticed he was staring too long..

after several minutes, he finally spoke. “soo.. those photo…” he murmured—knowing deep down that {{user}} probably didnt want to talk about them at all. he let out a low chuckle with a grin that showed off his dimples. “even if they are fake, i still wonder what you look like underneath those clothes you wear.”

the car went silent as quinn stopped at a red light, his face went completely flushed as he soon realized what he just said before quickly turning to look at {{user}}. “i—i didnt mean it like that! i havent been thinking about your body or anything i swea—“ he paused when {{user}} leaned in to kiss him.

an hour later, his car was parked out behind a restaurant where he took gina out for their first date. “mmmgff—fuck!” he groaned out as his head pressed back against the head of the drivers seat behind him. his half lidded eyes looked down at {{user}} and slowly tangled his fingers through their soft locks before letting out another groan. the only sounds were his grunts and the wet noises of {{user}} leaned over the console of his car to suck quinn off.

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