Oakleaf Academy For Boys (BxB)

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twenty two

Kit tightened his arms around his boyfriend as the door slammed shut, his blood boiling in anger. “It’s okay, Quinny.” He whispered, brushing the boy’s sandy locks from his tear stained face. “It’s fine. He doesn’t hate you, he hates me. It’s okay.”

That only made Quinn cling on tighter, burying his face into Kit’s shoulder. “I-I don’t want him to hate you.” He sniffled, his voice muffled and choked with tears.

Kit pulled away, forcing Quinn to look at him through teary eyes, “Everything’s gonna be fine, okay? He’s your best friend, he cares about you. He’s not gonna let you go for something like this, I promise.”

“P-Promise?” He whispered hopefully.

Kit rolled his eyes, “I don’t wanna make this into a cheesy scene from a movie, but yeah. I promise.” He planted a short kiss on top of Quinn’s head and pulled him back into his chest.

Benji ran after Diesel, calling his name desperately. “Elias, don’t do this!” He pleaded as Diesel stormed into the nearest empty classroom. Benji hesitantly followed him, wary that he was willingly choosing to be alone with the deadliest boy in school. “He’s your friend.” Benji protested.

Diesel grabbed a pile of textbooks and hurled them across the room, hitting the whiteboard with a defeating bang. Benji ducked, his eyes wide with fear. “Get out of here, Pup.” He ordered darkly, his eyes trained on his Dr Martens, breathing heavily.

“No.” Benji refused stubbornly. “I won’t let you do this! Starr is your best friend!”

“You think I care that he’s gay?” He growled. “Here’s something you don’t know about me, Pup; I’m possessive. I’m trying to protect him! Samuels can’t have him, he’s not allowed!”

“Starr wants to be with him! That’s his choice and all you can do is support it unless you want to lose him forever.”

Diesel’s fists clenched at his sides. “What if he hurts him?” His voice was softer, almost afraid.

“Then you can beat the shit out of him.” Benji replied just as calmly. “But that’s not gonna happen. Kit’s a good guy. He protected me — he protected me from you. He won’t hurt him.”

Diesel nodded, finally bringing his eyes to Benji’s, exhaling heavily as his anger fizzled out. “I wouldn’t hurt you.” He whispered.

Benji gulped, his cheeks heating up at his words, “I know.” He whispered back.

Diesel strode forward and cupped Benji’s cheeks in his hands, forcing him to look directly into his sharp mismatched eyes, “Good. Because you need to know that I won’t hurt you.”

“I know, Elias.” Benji assured him, his heart pounding harder than ever as he subconsciously stepped forward, their bodies practically pressed against each other’s. “E-Eli—?”

His words were cut off when Diesel leant down and captured his lips, kissing him with everything he had.

Benji was frozen, his eyes wide, his face scolding hot from embarrassment as Diesel’s hands clung onto his slim waist, tugging him closer. Benji hesitantly raised his hand and rested it on Diesel’s cold cheek, cautiously leaning into the kiss, his eyes finally falling shut. He found it hard to admit to himself, but he was actually enjoying the sensation. He felt warm, happy, tingly, and most importantly, secure. Elias Black made him feel safe.

Diesel was reserved when he kissed Benji — he didn’t want to frighten him. But the second his Pup stood on his tiptoes for better access and began to kiss him back, he let his wild side break through. He nudged Benji away until his back hit the wall, parting their two bodies. He only caught a glimpse of the Pup’s anxious expression before he swooped down and began to attack him with a viscously hungry kiss.

Benji hummed in surprise as Diesel caged his body against the wall, kissing him deeply, nibbling lightly on his lower lip. When Benji gasped in both pleasure and shock, Diesel growled possessively and slipped his tongue into his mouth. His hands knotted into the smaller boy’s hair as Benji grabbed handfuls of Diesel’s collar to try and steady himself, worried that his knees may give way at any moment.

Diesel pulled away first, his arms cradling Benji so he didn’t collapse. Benji just started up at him, his eyes full off confusion and admiration, “Elias.” He whispered, soft and confused.

“Benji.” Diesel whispered back, grinning in amusement. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-I don’t...I’m confused...”

Diesel drew back fully once he knew Benji was stable enough to hold his own weight. “Really? Because it feels like everything is finally making sense to me.”

Benji flushed and tried to leave as quickly as possible. He needed to clear his head and try to make sense of this. But Diesel wasn’t letting him go that easily, he grabbed his shoulders and held him against the wall, forcing him to look at him. “E-Elias...” Benji struggled.

“C’mon, don’t leave—”

“Don’t hold me down!” Benji snapped, struggling out of Diesel’s grip and breaking free. “I-I just need to think.”

“About what?” Diesel argued. “I like you, Benji. Simple as that. If you can honestly tell me that you don’t feel the same way, then I’ll leave you alone, but you can’t lie to yourself.”

“I just need to think.” He repeated. “Okay?” He didn’t wait for a reply before shoving past and exiting the room, trembling with adrenaline and anxiety.

Diesel was attractive, in every way possible. He cared for Benji, he protected him and he kept him safe. But sometimes the cons outweighed the pros. He wasn’t a good guy — his nickname was Diesel, that was indicator enough that Benji should never have involved himself in his life.

But he was already involved. And Diesel was nothing but a protective cloak to smother Elias. Elias was a completely different guy altogether. And Benji preferred Elias.

While Benji gave himself a headache deliberating Diesel’s intentions, Lucky was cooped up in his room with Sebastian, playing card games and relaxing in each other’s company. They were completely oblivious to the drama unfolding around them. They were in their own little bubble of bliss, doing nothing but smoking weed and exchanging lazy kisses all day.

“I think my parents liked him more than me, honestly, it’s like they’ve already signed the adoption papers.”

Sebastian just rolled his eyes, “Can’t blame ’em. You seem like you’d be an annoying son.”

“So, if I’m your son, does that make you my Daddy?” Lucky teased, earning a playful nudge and an amused laugh in return.

“You’re such a dork.”

Lucky grinned to himself and dropped his cards in frustration, “Holy shit, Seb, this game is confusing as hell. Let’s play something else.”

“Hey, I like it!” He argued. “You’re just not concentrating.”

“Because it’s boring.” Lucky moaned.

Sebastian sighed deeply, “Fine. What d’you wanna do?”

Lucky thought for a moment before shuffling closer and softly pressing his lips against Sebastian’s neck, his hand trailing down to rest on his inner thigh. His confidence surprised Sebastian as he wrapped his fingers around Lucky’s wrist and pulled his hand away, “Felix.” He warned.

“What?” Lucky pouted.

“Don’t you think it’s a little fast?”

“I’ve never dated a girl without fooling around a little first.” He retaliated. “It’s weird to be with someone you’ve never even seen naked. You don’t think so?”

“No, I don’t.” He laughed at his logic. “Alex and I had the conventional love story. He served me in a coffee shop and wrote his number on the receipt. I didn’t see him naked until the sixth date.”

“So, you’ve done the whole conventional thing, why don’t we try something unconventional?”

“Fucking hell, are you just really horny or an actual sex addict?”

Lucky flushed and pulled away slightly, wrapping his arms around his chest self-consciously. “If I tell you something embarrassing will you promise not to laugh?”

Sebastian rose his brows curiously, “Go on.”

“I’ve never...y’know...”

“You’re a virgin?” Sebastian finished, confusion seeping through his expression. “I thought you said you’ve never date someone without seeing them naked first?”

“I wasn’t lying, it’s just...I’ve never gone all the way, y’know?” He said with a blush tinting his freckled cheeks. “I guess I just wanna get sex out the way. If we wait, it’ll build up to a whole thing and I’ll be shit.”

Sebastian laughed and pulled Lucky’s body into his side, running his fingers through his recently re-dyed blue hair. “You won’t be shit.” He promised. “You’ll be in too much pain to worry about how good you’re doing.” He joked.

Lucky drew back sharply, scanning Sebastian’s features, “P-Pain?” He questioned apprehensively. “Is it really that bad?”

“Well, only if you bottom. Which you will.”

“What? Why can’t you?”

Sebastian scoffed, “That’s not happening.”

“That’s not fair! I want you to have something up your arse and see how it feels.”

“Felix—” Sebastian laughed.

“Stop calling me that.”

“You’ll be fine. If it didn’t feel good, people wouldn’t do it. I swear, you’ll like it.”

“Okay, but if I don’t, you owe me.”

“Yeah? What do I owe you?”

“I don’t know. A blowjob or something.”

Sebastian chuckled and kissed him square on the lips, his fingers caressing his cool cheek. “Deal.” He murmured, tugging him closer.

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