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“You're so fucking stupid, Adam.”
Adam winces, not from the words but from the alcohol-soaked rag that Scott is pressing against his lip, feeling the liquid drip down his chin and seep into the scratches.
“Fuck you,” Adam tries to say, instinctively tilting his head away from the sensation. Scott lets out a sound of disapproval and grips onto his chin, fingers digging into his cheeks as he holds Adam still.
“Whatever, man, not my fault you got your lights fuckin’ knocked out.”
“It wasn't my fault either!”
“Stop fucking talking,” Scott warns, as he moves the rag from Adam's lip to his nose, wiping away the blood staining his skin before pressing the cloth against the larger cut that spans from his nose to his cheek.
Adam rolls his eyes and looks away, at anything but Scott's face. Being this close to him makes him uneasy—it's unsettling, Scott being this attentive towards him.
“Cunt,” Adam mutters, mostly just to see Scott's eye twitch. It does.
“Shut up.”
Adam breathes out harshly through his nose and winces as he feels more blood drip from his nostril. Scott wipes it up, all gentle-like, and releases his face, “I've done what I can.”
“You make it sound like my face is ruined forever,” Adam responds.
“I don't know what to tell you, Ads. That's just what you look like,” Scott retorts with a toothy grin and stands up to throw the cloth into the sink, “You might need plastic surgery.”
“Kill yourself.”
“How dare you. Can't take constructive criticism?”
“I'll fuckin’ deconstruct your ass in a minute,” Adam growls, before he covers his mouth and laughs, “Face. I meant face.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Shut up,” Adam rolls his eyes and stands up as well, making his way over to the mirror. He stands in front of it and scowls at his reflection—bloody nose, split lip, scratches across his skin, blood in his fucking hair, “Did you even try?”
“I'm so sorry, Adam, but I couldn't save you. You're going to be hideous for the rest of your life. You might as well get a head start and hide from society now.”
“Like you're any better,” Adam turns and makes a face at Scott, sticking his tongue out like he's a child on a playground. His lip pulses.
“I'm gorgeous, actually,” Scott says, as he pulls a stupid pose, hands on his hips and hip quirked to the side, smiling wide and flashing his teeth.
Adam rolls his eyes and walks past Scott, slapping him on the arm with the back of his hand as he does so. Scott grabs his arm and pulls him back towards him.
“You know I'm joking, Ads. You're sexy, in a pathetic twink way,” Scott says, “Kidding, again. You're hot.”
“Wow, thanks,” Adam responds sarcastically, but can't help the way his cheeks heat up, suddenly flustered, “You’re— um.”
“Wow, thanks,” Scott repeats, “Glad to know you think I'm ‘um’.”
“I hope you get hit by a car.”
“What was that about deconstructing my ass, again?”
Adam's eyes wander. He can't help it. Scott has really nice arms, and a really nice face, and even though he has stupid hair and stupid clothes he always, somehow, looks so fucking hot. He realises that he's been staring soon enough and wriggles his arm out of Scott's grip, looking up to meet his eyes, “Fuck off.”
“Wouldn't you rather fuck me?”
Suddenly, Adam feels angry. He feels like Scott's making fun of him, like internally he's laughing and thinking to himself ‘Adam's so fucking easy’, so he scowls, despite how hot his cheeks feel. Of-fucking-course he wants to fuck Scott, it's obvious at this point, and Scott finds it funny, “I'd rather you leave me the fuck alone.”
“You sure?” Scott asks, “I'm going to kiss you.”
“What—” the fuck? Adam tries to say, but Scott's lips are silencing his words, pressing against his own harshly, teeth and tongue. He should push Scott away, should break this off and never speak of it again, but he's always been the impulsive type.
So he kisses back, despite the pain that flares from his busted lip.
He kisses back, teeth and tongue like Scott clearly enjoys, and shoves him against the hallway wall. He lifts his hands and tangles his fingers into Scott's hair, tugging harshly, aiming to hurt, though Scott just moans low against his lips and shoves him back, pressing him up against the opposite wall.
His whole body feels hot.
“I fucking hate you,” Adam growls against Scott's lips, and it's true. Two things can be true at once, Scott is fucking hot, and he's very easy to hate.
“Yeah, yeah,” Scott says with a grin as the kiss breaks, “You're the one making out with me. Sure you can handle it, with your busted face and all?”
“I think we should match,” Adam only gives Scott a second to register his words before he's punching him across the face, fist connecting with his nose hard enough for a sharp crack to resound.
“Fuck!” Scott wails, “Bitch!”
And then Scott's on him, shoving him up against the wall again, his head slamming against the thin wall with the force of it. Adam writhes a little but soon practically melts against Scott's chest when, holy fuck, Scott's hand dips beneath his waistband and into his boxers.
“Fucking hell, Adam, you're soaked,” Scott says, in a voice that's deeper now with arousal and almost a growl, “Stupid slut.”
“I'm not a—” But Adam's cut off again by Scott’s mouth on his. Yeah, to be fair, he thinks to himself, he is a bit of a slut.
This point is proven, soon. Scott sinks two fingers into his cunt and Adam whines against his lips, immediately rocking his hips and forcing Scott's fingers deeper, his cock twitching and his body shuddering.
“Yeah you fuckin’ are,” Scott retorts as he breaks the kiss, “Bet you're desperate for my cock in your fuckin’ pussy.”
“Ew, I hate that word.”
“Did I fucking ask?” No. Adam knows that Scott really doesn't give a fuck about being polite or courteous and will just take him however he pleases, and… well, he really, really doesn't mind. He'll have to talk to Scott about somnophilia someday in the future.
“Will you just fuck me?” Adam asks, trying his hardest to sound demanding. His face flushes a deeper red when he realises that he's been reduced to a whining, pleading mess, and he's too far into this to back out. He might as well lean into it now, “Please.”
It works. Scott likes that he can be rough and rude and downright mean to Adam and Adam will push back. It's the fight of it all that gets him going. Just as much, he likes being able to break Adam down. Adam knows this.
Adam grunts as Scott removes his hand and pulls him along, towards the dining room that's connected to the kitchen, and the living room—Christ, their apartment is absolute shit—and gasps as he's shoved face first down onto the table.
“Since you're so fucking desperate for it, I'm gonna fuck you right here.”
“Scott, man, we eat here.”
“We eat on the couch most days, and you don't want to know what I’ve gotten up to there.”
“What, jerking off? Not like you can get any bitches.”
“I got one right here,” Scott says with a mocking laugh as he yanks Adam's jeans and boxers down, leaving his ass and cunt and thighs shivering against the cold air of their apartment. They really need to get the heating fixed.
Adam tries to lift his head a little, his cheek already hurting from being pushed down against the wood, but as he does so Scott grips onto a handful of his hair and keeps his face down.
“Fucking hurts,” He groans.
“Don't care. You'll take it like a good boy,” Scott murmurs as he bends over Adam's back and mouths at his neck, rutting his cock up against Adam's cunt, but not inside. When did he get his cock out?
“What's with the fucking porn dialogue?” He asks, craning his neck as best as he can.
“Oh, you like it, whore,” Scott grins against Adam's neck and bites down hard, most likely puncturing the skin. Adam whimpers and bites down on his bottom lip, his breath hitching with anticipation as he feels Scott's hand snaking from his hair, down his back, and then between his legs.
“Fuck me,” Adam whines, squirming a little, and gets exactly what he wants. He’s wet enough that he hasn’t needed much preparation, Scott's fingers having been enough despite the minimal time he had spent with them inside of him.
He grips onto the opposite ledge of the table and moans breathily, tingling pleasure engulfing him as Scott pulls out, lines himself back up, and slams inside.
It's too intimate, the way Scott's chest presses up against his back, and he breathes a sigh of relief as Scott straightens up, grips his hips, and starts fucking him hard and dirty like Adam's nothing more than a plaything to him.
“Fucking Christ,” Adam practically wails, moaning high and breathy with each slam of Scott's cock inside of him, his cunt pulsing and his cock twitching with the sensation of it all, “Scott, Scotty— fuck, God, Scotty.”
“Can barely even speak anymore, huh?” Scott mocks, and punctuates his words with a sharp thrust that has Adam sobbing and showcasing just how high his vocals can go, “You sound like a fucking girl.”
“Fuck you,” Adam grits out. Fuck, he feels hot all over, squirming and writhing beneath Scott, “Asshole.”
“Maybe next time, baby,” Scott practically purrs, before he pulls out of Adam, leaving him empty and confused. His confusion only lasts a few seconds, though, because Scott roughly pulls him back, turns him around, and slams him back down onto the table.
On his back now, he can see just how fucking wrecked Scott looks, as well. His hair's sticking to his forehead, chest heaving as he spreads Adam's thighs and shoves his cock back inside, his head hanging between his shoulder blades as he picks up his pace once more.
“Scotty,” Adam moans, his face twisting up and his back arching, head falling back against the table. He scrambles to hold onto something, anything, and ends up clawing at the wood as Scott fucks him even harder than before.
“Fuckin’ take it, stupid slut,” Scott grunts as Adam's legs wrap around his waist, gripping onto Adam's hips hard enough to bruise. His nose isn't bleeding anymore but there's red stains coating his mouth, his nose and his chin, and it's the hottest thing Adam's ever fucking seen.
Scott fucks him hard enough that his whole body jolts with each thrust, his hips spasming and rolling as he tries to meet Scott halfway as best as he can, mewling and sobbing, tears filling his eyes as they roll back.
“You're fucking gorgeous,” Adam hears, low and quiet, from Scott, and Jesus Christ he can feel his orgasm building up fast. Desperately, he brings one hand down and rubs at his cock, feeling how soaked his pubic hair is, and cries out from pure fucking ecstasy at the first touch, coupled with the way that Scott seems to be chasing his own orgasm, fucking him deeper and grinding into him.
“Don't you dare fucking come inside me,” Adam gasps, even though the idea sends tendrils of arousal up his spine, curling throughout his entire body.
“Not like you can get fuckin' pregnant, right?”
“Yeah, but it's a bitch to clean up!”
“Do you think I care?” And no, he knows that Scott doesn't care in the slightest. Adam's so fucking close and it shows.
“Oh my fucking God,” Adam cries, whimpering pitifully as he feels that familiar tingling in his stomach, in his thighs and cunt. He continues to cry out as his orgasm hits, moaning and whining and unable to breathe properly as his whole body jolts and his hips spasm, cunt squeezing Scott's cock hard.
“Fuck, baby,” Scott moans, bending over Adam’s body and kissing him hard as he's pushed over the edge, too, spilling his come deep inside of Adam's cunt as he grinds into him, fucking him through their orgasms.
Scott's hips stutter into him a few more times and he breaks the kiss to rest his head on Adam's heaving chest, nuzzling at his skin for a moment before he straightens up and pulls out. Adam grimaces as he feels Scott's come dripping from him, soaking into his pubes and skin, but he lays there, trembling, despite the discomfort.
“Fuckin’ love your pussy,” Scott says, as he pulls his jeans back up. Adam grimaces again.
“That's the last time you're getting it.”
“No, it's not,” Scott responds, so sure of himself, “You'll be thinkin’ about my cock for months, after that. You could barely control yourself.”
Adam finds himself grinning before he can stop himself and sits up, slowly lowering himself down from the table and onto shaking legs. He holds onto the table for a moment, gathering his bearings, and starts to walk to the bathroom, “Whatever, dude. I gotta shower now thanks to you not being able to control yourself either.”
“I'll join you.”
“No, you fucking won't.”
“Too late!” And then Scott's darting ahead of him and into the bathroom.
Adam rolls his eyes.
Christ.