🍀 AN: *Mature content alert* 👀

I've tried to keep the language all-age-readers friendly, as much as possible. Still, read at your own risk 🙈
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Jake takes the nth deep breath within half an hour as he makes two cups of coffee as his uninvited guest looks around his room as if he has all the permission in the world.

"It's literally just one room, that's so fascinating," comments Brian. "You have your bed in one corner, and kitchen in another, so the heat and smell reaches you the least when you take rest. That's so convenient. Where's the washroom though? Ah right, there was one outside. I saw it. That's even better in case you have guests over."

Jake rolls his eyes. "Here's your coffee."

"Thanks," replies Brian and sits down on Jake's bed.

Jake eyes him suspiciously. "You look too cheerful for someone who just cried rivers outside my house."

"House?" Brian repeats. "So you call it your house, and your dad's place home? That doesn't sound too promising."

"What?" Jake frowns. "What're you talking about? And why do you know about my dad?"

Brian puts his coffee aside. "I want you to call this place your home. It's your place after all."

God. "Just drink your coffee and get out of my home."

Brian smiles and takes his coffee back.

"You want to tell me what was that crying session about?" Jake finally asks.

"Don't you think you owe me more explanations?" Brian asks back.

"The hell? Like what?"

"Where were you?"

"Wherever I wanted to be?"

"You disappeared for one whole day without a word. Even your friends didn't know about your location."

"And that's any of your business?"

Brian sighs. "You're still mad at me."

OMG. "No, I'm not. Being mad at you has nothing to do with your having no right on my whereabouts. You shouldn't even know where I live, let alone be here."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't told you that myself."

"The Roberts twins know."

"They're my friends, that's why."

"You forgave the girl but not me?"

"Didn't you hear I said being mad at you has nothing to do with--"

"I'm sorry," says Brian, keeping the coffee away again. "About everything. I apologise about it sincerely."

Jake is momentarily speechless.

"I lied about everything. About not having feelings for you, about having fun with you. I didn't do anything to you that I didn't mean. I meant to hurt you when we fought, and I meant to kiss you when I... you know.. tasted your blood."

"Jesus, who says tasted your blood!?" Jake turns pink.

"I mean that's literally what I did."

"Shut up, Chase."

Brian frowns. "Are you still mad at me?"

Jake doesn't reply and silently gulps down his coffee. Then he turns and heads to the sink to wash the mug. He can feel it when Brian stands up and walks towards him but doesn't react. He also doesn't react when Brian is right behind him and wraps his hands around his torso and chest.

"I've wanted to hold you ever since I laid my eyes on you," breathes Brian in Jake's neck, his lips brushing against Jake's skin.

Jake immediately shudders and closes his eyes. He lets Brian take the mug from his hand and let it sit in the sink, unwashed. He also doesn't complain when Brian starts kissing his neck, turns him around and bites his adam's apple.

"Why do you smell so good?" Brian murmurs against his skin. "It makes me want to bite you until you bleed."

Jake lets out a breath in pleasure, knowing very well that he'll let Brian bite him all he wants. He'll let Brian do anything to him at this point. He remembers what Winter said about him: irresistible.

Brian moves his head back to look at Jake once. "Can I?"

Jake's beyond sanity. He manages to reply, "It'll leave marks. People will notice."

"What if they don't see it?" Brian asks.

"What do you mea-- Chase!" Jake complains when Brian starts unbuttoning his shirt. But it's all useless because his heart isn't in the unwillingness to stop him and he lets Brian take his shirt off and throw it away.

"Look at your body," muses Brian, his eyes shining with greed. He bends and breaths in the scent of Jake's shoulder. "If you were a food, Flynn, I'd eat you all day and night," he says and bites down on Jake's flesh.

Jake hisses in pain and pleasure. He feels Brian's tongue swipe over the injured skin to soothe the pain. He feels him sigh with satisfaction as he tastes his blood again. "You're a psycho," he says.

Brian grins. "That I am," he says, mark of blood on his lips.

Jake watches him for a moment and pulls him into a kiss.

God. Damn.

Every part of Jake's body throbs with desire and he keeps pulling Brian closer to leave absolutely no space between them. Brian loses all his straightforwardness as Jake takes over the actions and takes themselves to the bed. Jake hears Brian's gasp when he lands on the mattress.

"Flynn," he breaths, looking up at Jake with wide eyes.

"What?" Jake asks, glaring at Brian's clothes and trying not to reach for them and tear them apart into pieces.

"Let me..."

"Let you what?" Jake asks impatiently.

"Let me be the top," he says.

Jake laughs. He sits over Brian, undoing the buttons of his school uniform. "How do you know I'll have sex with you?"

Brian gulps. "Won't you?"

"I'll decide on how you do," replies Jake. "Now shut up."

At once, he kisses Brian's neck. Brian swears under his breath with pleasure. Jake nibbles all around his body, holding him so hard even his hands hurt but not for once does Brian complain. It's exactly as Jake thought. Brian Chase can take Jake as he is.

And so, Jake lets Brian do what he wants. He lets him be the top.