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Luocha hadn't expected to close the infirmary so late in the evening, but alas, he should've seen it coming when another victim of Blade's fists came knocking at his door with blood on his face.
He had to put up with his constant nagging and whining about how mean Blade was for about half an hour, and then had to stay an extra half an hour to clean and tidy up the place again. He loved helping just because he could, sure, but nobody had warned him about how defensive injured teenagers are when being reprimanded for their own dangerous actions.
He sighed and checked his pockets before leaving. He had grabbed a few bandages, some tissues, and remedies—nothing the infirmary teacher wouldn't forgive him for. His charming smile made up for his behavior sometimes, and anybody had yet to face him for taking advantage of it. He definitely couldn't lose the key, though, so he'd have to be careful for that.
He walked in silence through the halls, unsurprised by the absence of teachers at this hour. The janitors and some wandering students waved him on his way, but Luocha had one destination in mind and honestly could not waste any more time with meaningless chit-chat. No matter how much he loved small talk.
"Hey Luocha! Are you here for—"
"Yeah, sure!" He smiled and quickened his pace, feeling a bit guilty for the probably kind student who just wanted to be friendly to the foreign guy.
When he finally got out of the school, he barely bothered checking if anyone was watching him before walking all the way to the back of the building. The sun was a couple of hours away from setting, and if he missed his favorite classmate again, he would be pretty pissed.
"What are you doing here?"
Luocha smiled to himself. It seems he wouldn't be walking home with a frown this time. Sitting on a water tank next to the wall was none other than the school troublemaker and self-proclaimed loner, tending to his wounds with questionable medical equipment. Luocha shuddered at the sight of used bandages on his arms.
"Blade, such a coincidence."
Blade raised an eyebrow at him, but went back to the work at hand, and anyone else wouldn't have noticed how his face turned a soft red color. Luocha felt himself smile and got closer, appreciating the fact that Blade no longer stood up and walked away when he got anywhere near him. He stopped doing that a few months ago, and since that moment, every day forwards had shown progress in their friendship.
Once Luocha reached the water tank, he left his stolen medicine kit on top of it, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
"There still isn't anything I can do to make you go home, is there?" He heard Blade asking in front of him.
"I'm afraid not."
Luocha definitely heard his tired sigh, but blatantly chose to ignore it.
"Suit yourself then."
Pleased, Luocha smiled warmly at Blade before undoing all of the latter's hard work. He may be used to tending to his own wounds, but bless his soul, he was terrible at it. Not for a lack of knowledge, but because he simply didn't care for it as long as it somewhat made the job. That's what bothered Luocha the most.
"This is unnecessary, Luocha." Blade frowned at the treatment, but let the other male check and clean his wounds.
"While I agree Luka was much more beaten up, you still need medical treatment," he answered calmly, spreading some ointment on the fresh cuts.
"That's not what I meant." Blade tensed up, his hands balling into fists.
Luocha looked up at him, and that seemed to be enough for Blade to swallow his words and avoid his eyes.
He finished up Blade's arms, new bandages and all, and took a step back.
"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" he asked, carefully patting through Blade's body to search for any unseen bruises.
Aware of the fact that lying wouldn't do him any good, Blade grumbled something underneath his breath and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall open to his sides. With his torso now uncovered, Luocha could count at least a dozen more red bruises that would definitely turn some shade of yellow or blue throughout the week.
Luocha caressed the damaged skin with his fingers and kissed one of the bandages across his chest when he heard Blade groan. He was used to the sight, and had even seen it with far more blood on it, but Blade's body would never cease to make him gasp. The scars scattered along it, the different wounds he would fix, the few moles he sometimes found in the most random places. And especially the happy trail leading downwards, barely trimmed so it would keep the shape Luocha so desperately wanted to lick.
Blade truly was something to preserve, even if Blade himself seemed to be against that.
"Don't think I forgot our deal just because I'm taking care of you first." Blade's breath hitched at that, much to Luocha's amusement. "You really shouldn't keep getting into fights."
Blade frowned. "It wasn't my intention. He wanted to pick a fight with Silver Wolf; I just told him to stop being such a pussy and pick on someone his own size."
"Is that so? And he just happened to want a fight right before my infirmary assistant hours?"
Blade went rigid under his touch, and the younger male grabbed some more ointments to place on his wounds. Luocha heard him cough nervously, and smirked to himself.
"What are you implying?" Blade scoffed, as if he wasn't trying to slowly get away from Luocha's touch.
"You know," he continued, ignoring Blade. "The infirmary teacher never seems to fix any of your opponents' wounds. Moreover, I believe she doesn't even remember who you are anymore, which is weird taking into consideration that you're always sending students to the infirmary when I'm there."
"Luocha."
"What? Am I wrong?"
Both boys looked at each other, the tension practically palpable in the air between them. Luocha could see Blade's trembling frown, deciding on what to say. He should know better than to look for excuses; Luocha would always see right through him.
Finally, the older male grunted at him. "I told you, it wasn't my intention to get into a fight today."
"See, I don't believe that's true," Luocha's hand traveled down from where he was rubbing the ointment, spreading the embrocation throughout Blade's stomach and making it shine. Anybody would be a liar if they said Blade's lifestyle hadn't left him with a worked-out body, every muscle making mouths drool with just a look.
His reputation as the school's weirdo was the only thing stopping him from becoming every girl's walking wet dream, Luocha knew that. He couldn't be considered the new kid anymore, but when he was, nobody had warned him about the apparently violent boy everyone ran away from. Maybe that's why he reached out without any second thoughts, and maybe that's why Blade let him in.
Which brought them back to the situation at hand.
"To me, it seems as if you wanted me to come back for you, and you knew I would if you made me stay in here late to fix your mess." Luocha stopped his hands right by Blade's V-Line, instead tracing circles there with his thumbs.
"I think we're done here." Blade's rough voice came through, a lot quieter than they both were used to. Luocha kept talking anyway.
"Did you wait here all patiently for me? Waited until I was done so I could come kiss you better like I always do?" True to his words, Luocha leaned forward and left a kiss on Blade's neck, followed by a few more on his jaw to then look up at him again, "did you ask Luka to punch you on your chest so you could show off your body for me?"
Blade opened his mouth in a very brave attempt at answering, but a groan escaped his lips, and he closed it immediately.
Luocha's eyes shined. "So it is true. Who would've thought you would prefer getting into fistfights and waiting like a dog instead of talking to me like a normal human being? Going as far as to break our deal." He laughed, teasingly running one of his hands through his pecs and carefully avoiding the newer bandages.
In that moment, Blade gritted his teeth and looked away, losing their made-up stare battle. There was a slight euforia rush at being able to turn the most feared bad boy into a flushed mess, so nobody could blame Luocha for feeling a bit overconfident in his next actions.
"Did you break our deal on purpose, Blade? You wanted me to punish you for being bad, isn't that right?"
Blade cleared his throat to save him some more time, "I don't–"
"Shh," the younger boy brought both his hands to Blade's face, cradling it between them. "You don't have to pretend anymore, you have me right here. It's your choice now."
Luocha hoped his smile was warm enough to melt Blade's ice barriers, and by the way the boy was instantly drawn towards his lips, he was doing something right.
Neither of them had to wait any minute longer, because something broke inside Blade and he fisted Luocha's shirt, holding onto it and breaking their tension with a rough kiss. It was obviously an impulsive act, driven only by false confidence and a sense of adrenaline, but Luocha smiled into it nevertheless and blessed the gods he could finally taste Blade's lips.
Since the first day he had gotten close enough to properly take care of his wounds, Luocha had yearned for a chance to enter Blade's life and make him tremble. Finally, finally he could moan for him and feel those thick muscles tense and relax under his touch, and all those months pinning for something he wasn't sure he could have were worth it.
"Luocha, your hands," Blade whispered between kisses.
"What about them?" As if being reminded they existed, Luocha kept holding his face with care.
A growl. "I want them everywhere."
He could practically feel Blade's eyebrows frowning before he let go of Luocha's shirt and grabbed him by his waist, pulling him even closer to him so their bodies were mere inches away from each other. There was a discernible animalistic want from Blade, like he was being entirely controlled by his primal instincts and all he wanted was to ravage Luocha now that he knew he could have him. Luocha would have let him—and gods, he couldn't wait to—if he had forgotten the reason he was surprised to find out Blade had fought again.
"Oh, you're gonna have to wait for that," he mumbled, channeling his inner force to break their kiss.
Blade seemed as disappointed as him, his lips stuck in a pout Luocha found extremely adorable.
"Why? I thought you wanted this," Blade scoffed, clearly offended.
"Oh, I do, I just can't have you thinking you can break our promise and walk free. I'm a man of my word, after all," he answered calmly.
Blade sighed, as annoyed as a sexually frustrated guy could be, and leaned against the wall behind him, his arms crossed defensively.
"I thought we..." Blade left the sentence in the air, grumbling. "I'm sorry, alright?"
"Now, you know that's not gonna cut it. I need to make sure you don't ever feel the need to go throwing punches just because you're feeling needy." Luocha lowered his hands down to Blade's pants, undoing them in a swift motion.
Wanting to move as little as possible, Luocha took Blade's dick out through his opened zipper, making him hiss at the contact with the cold air.
Carefully selecting from the ointments he had brought, he chose the less absorbent one and spread a copious amount on his hand. Waiting until he had Blade's full attention, he slowly curled his fingers around his erection and started moving.
Blade opened his mouth in a silent moan, his chest trembling with agitated breaths. He could barely keep his eyes open, Luocha's hand jerking him off with precise movements to make him shudder with arousal. He had never had anyone touch him like this, his own hand a poor comparison to what he was feeling right now.
"Do you like it?" Luocha asked, unashamed.
Blade nodded, not trusting his own voice. His own hips betrayed him and started rutting against Luocha's hand, wanting to take everything Luocha gave him. Blade hadn't realized his hands were still grabbing Luocha until he felt them sweat against his shirt.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" Luocha whispered, his hand speeding up.
"Yeah," he groaned, barely aware he was even speaking.
His body trembled with desire, wanting to come by Luocha's hand now and every chance in the future. He felt so warm and wet against his cock; he couldn't believe how short he was going to last, but really, he should've known better. Actually, it was a miracle he hadn't creamed his pants the second Luocha touched him.
"Say it then, are you gonna cum?" he heard Luocha pant.
Blade's throat contracted with the need to moan, his whole body relaxing against Luocha's touch as if they were made to be together like this, holding each other and breathing the same air. The overstimulation of all these different feelings making every little action feel universally better.
"Fuck, I want to cum, Luocha," Blade complied, "I'm gonna cum."
"Are you?"
"I'm really close, I'm—"
He thrusted against Luocha's hand, but before he could let go and spill all over himself, the hand disappeared completely. His cock now tensed at the coldness of the afternoon breeze, deprived of the marvelous touch he once felt.
Blade hit his head against the wall, frustrated.
"Why would you do that?" he grunted, his breathing still aggravated.
"It wouldn't be lesson enough to just let you cum, you could just jerk off at home and feel the same," Blade wouldn't ever tell him it could never be the same, so he let him keep talking, "so I've decided you're gonna cum on my cock, is that alright with you?"
Luocha watched as Blade clearly visualized it, the gears in his head working and making him blush at the mental image.
Suddenly, Blade looked back at him. "Right here?"
"Right here. Nobody's going to come looking, but it's still a decent punishment."
Blade thought about it for approximately five seconds.
"Hm, I guess you're right."
Luocha chuckled.
"Aren't I always?"
With a non-committal hum, Blade raised his hips until he could shimmy out of his pants completely. Before he could get off the water tank to turn around, Luocha stopped his movements and kept him sitting where he was. Both mouths found each other again and they began stripping their lower halves without breaking away, so focused on the other it took them way longer than it should've to take off some pants.
Too anxious to take their shirts off, Luocha resumed his task of stroking Blade, focusing on that pleasure so he could rub some more ointment on his other hand. As soon as his fingers were coated with the substance, he began trailing his index under Blade's balls, all the way down to his entrance.
Blade let out a gasp, and Luocha swallowed it with delight. As if asking for permission, he traced his hole until Blade was opening his legs further and letting him get closer, earning him a soft kiss on his nose.
"Tell me if it gets too much, okay?" Luocha asked, the fist around Blade's dick slowing down a bit. Nodding, Blade swallowed hard and grabbed Luocha by the nape of his neck, sucking into his mouth with fervor.
Amused by the lack of words, Luocha deepened the kiss and inserted one finger inside Blade, glad the makeshift lubrication was enough. Blade trembled at the intrusion, but Luocha shushed him against his lips, and that seemed to be enough to make him relax.
Slowly, Luocha waited until Blade got comfortable with the feeling and thrusted one more finger in him. It was a tight fit, but nothing some more minutes of preparation couldn't fix, and Luocha would wait whatever Blade told him to.
Two fingers became three, and Luocha's neck would definitely show some red and purple markings tomorrow if he let Blade kiss and bite him as he was doing. He couldn't bring himself to care, and the surprised looks he would receive from students and teachers alike became irrelevant if it meant he could let everyone know he was Blade's and Blade was his.
The thought alone made his fingers stroke faster, eager to pleasure Blade and fuck him into oblivion and feel his hands on his skin forever and honestly anything would be enough at this point.
"Wait, Luocha," the marking on his neck stopped, replaced by a breathy interruption.
"What? Are you okay?" As requested, both Luocha's hands stilled where they were, and he searched for Blade's eyes to look for any sign of regret.
Blade threw his head backwards, grasping the base of his cock with one hand and holding it tight there.
"Yeah, I'm just..." Blade took his time to take a deep breath. "I was going to cum, you know, when I shouldn't."
Oh, he was so obedient.
"We can't let that happen then, you're so good for telling me," Luocha praised, teasing Blade by scissoring his fingers a couple more times inside him and earning him a gravelly moan.
"Are you gonna fuck me anytime soon?" Blade asked through gritted teeth, clearly impatient.
"Well, since you're asking me so nicely." They both sighed when Luocha took his fingers out, Blade clenching against the new found emptiness.
Luocha swore under his breath at seeing half the ointment pot used. He would have to buy some more now, maybe he should've thought about buying actual lube beforehand, knowing how thin the line between 'friends' and 'something more' had been lately.
In any case, he made a mental note to run to the pharmacy before going home and rubbed the remaining embrocation on his own half-hard dick, bringing it to full mast.
He nudged his leaking tip against Blade's hole, making it shine with his precum. He was so beautiful like this, an obedient beast waiting to be devoured instead of the other way around, and Luocha was the happiest man in the world to be able to see Blade under this light.
"Are you ready for me? I don't think I'll be able to hold back once I'm inside you," Luocha warned.
"And what makes you think I will?" Blade grinned, predatory, "get on with it."
Pleased, Luocha guided his cock inside, moaning when the tip was all surrounded by that tight heat. There was no way anyone else had been with Blade like this, and he was so lucky to be the first one. He'd make sure he was unforgettable for Blade as well, because he already knew he would never get over this moment.
Blade let out a drawn out moan, still holding onto Luocha for leverage, his legs opened on top of the water tank. To make things easier, Luocha gripped both his legs and kept them open, stretching him further and granting him better access.
His plan was to take it slow and let Blade tell him if it got too sudden, but everything quickly took a turn when Blade grasped his waist and forced him deeper inside him. Luocha gasped surprised at that, his cock twitching with anticipation for the rough treatment.
"There you go, it's like you've never fucked a hole before," Blade grunted, his apparently strong pain tolerance useful in every aspect of his life.
"Not one as hot as yours, so excuse me for being gentle." Luocha began rocking slowly, his hips antsy to start ramming into him.
"You should know better than to treat me like a princess."
Luocha pushed his hair backwards and out of his face, quickly coming back to hold Blade's leg open again.
"With a cunt as wet as yours, you're definitely my princess," Luocha retorted, repressing a moan when Blade tensed around him.
Having had enough confirmation, Luocha took the liberty of speeding up his thrusts, delighting himself with the loud growls Blade let out. Even through his school's shirt he could feel Blade's nails raking his skin, holding onto him like a maddened animal.
He really wanted to kiss him again. And so he did.
Luocha leaned forward and caught Blade's lips in a rough kiss, which Blade responded to by biting Luocha's lower lip and making sure it would stay red and swollen.
"Fuck me harder, come on," he demanded, one hand fisting his own cock and keeping it from bouncing with each thrust.
Luocha felt the sweat start to wet his shirt, but he couldn't care less when he held a better grip and started driving into Blade with no abandon, unable to hold back his moaning. They weren't even properly kissing anymore, just grunting and panting in each other's mouths and occasionally brushing tongues. This way, Luocha could feel the moment he found Blade's prostate, a surprised moan directly against his lips and many more after it when he started hitting that spot again and again.
The collision of their bodies made lewd sounds that would stay in Luocha's mind for many months to come. The wet squelching, paired with heavy panting and the singing of the birds in the distance that reminded them of the very public display of their love, was all a perfect fantasy displayed just for them.
Blade's cock started dripping onto his stomach, sliding down to his crumpled shirt and leaving a stain that would definitely be a pain to wash off later, but he didn't seem to care. He was so hot and desperate, and if Luocha had to guess, they wouldn't have to wait much until he came. He couldn't allow that.
"Maybe I shouldn't have teased you so much earlier, you're just begging to cum now," Luocha chuckled, already accustomed to the answering frown he received.
"You should know to deal with the consequences of your actions," completely immersed in his own pleasure, Blade kept rocking back against Luocha's thrusts without a care in the world.
Luocha let go of one of Blade's legs, instead taking his free hand to hold Blade's own on his cock and tighten his grip at the base, making him hiss in annoyance.
"You're not cumming until I do, not until you feel how I fill you up," Luocha littered his face with kisses, the soft action clashing with his harsh words. "That way you'll always have me in your mind when you finger yourself at night."
Blade bit the inside of his cheek, but ultimately relaxed the hand stroking himself and let Luocha hold his orgasm.
"Maybe I already do," he confessed, smiling victoriously when Luocha blushed at him.
With this found vigor, Luocha put everything into his thrusts, making sure he was ramming against Blade's prostate every time. Unable to cum, Blade started clenching and following his movements back, bringing Luocha much closer to the edge before he was ready for it.
"Do you promise you'll talk to me next time? Or will you keep picking fights?" He asked before his voice betrayed him.
"Yeah, I promise." A particularly hard thrust stole a high-pitched gasp out of Blade, but Luocha doubted he'd ever acknowledge it. "No more fighting."
"And you'll—you'll take care of yourself?"
"Yeah, yeah, all you want."
Luocha bended Blade's leg even more so it would stay out of the way and he could properly look at Blade's flushed face.
"That's all I wanted to hear, princess."
Annoyed at the nickname, Blade narrowed his eyes, but still held on tight when he felt Luocha's hips stutter against him.
Sooner than Luocha would've wanted, his cock twitched one last time and finally spilled inside the older boy, as deep as he physically could. Still coming, he kept his promise and stroked Blade into completion so he would feel Luocha in him as he came.
Tensing his body, Blade tightened around Luocha as he stroked through his orgasm, and if he wasn't totally spent, that would've been enough to make him want to go again.
Blade slumped against the wall behind him, his legs finally free to rest against the cold water tank. He wrapped his arms around Luocha when he fell against his body, and Luocha was thankful he did it unconsciously because the moment Blade came to his senses, he would probably push him away and go back to his loner boy act.
Now that he was in a somewhat clear state of mind, Luocha realized half of the medicine equipment was on the floor, and he hadn't actually counted them when he took them away. He could only pray that he found everything eventually, unless he wanted to be expelled now that he finally got a taste of Blade. He doubted he could ever survive without it.
A tired sigh distracted him from his own thoughts, and he finally found the strength to stand up properly again. Luocha stared at Blade's worn out expression, and smiled when the latter raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you free this Saturday?" Luocha asked, as steadily as his voice would let him.
"Your dick is still inside of me," he got in response. "You didn't use a condom."
"Right, my apologies." With the most care he could muster up in this state, he pulled out and looked for any tissues he had brought.
Luckily, he found some that hadn't fallen over and used them to deeply clean Blade's hole, maybe teasing a bit and getting a finger or two in to scoop out any remaining cum. Blade was grateful for it, at least as much as his pleased sighs let on.
When he finished, Luocha left a quick kiss against his entrance, and that did seem to make Blade grunt, but Luocha knew he wasn't really annoyed. If it took him a bit longer to clean the cum on Blade's stomach and happy trail, he could blame it on wanting to be thorough.
"Thanks," Blade stretched, the heat of the moment now gone and the breeze leaving goosebumps on his skin.
"All for you," Luocha searched for Blade's pants in the meantime. "So, this Saturday?"
Blade took his clothes with a simple nod, giving Luocha a perplexed look as he put them on.
"What's happening this Saturday?"
"Hopefully a date, between you and me?" The younger male explained, maybe a bit nervous.
Blade caught on at last, his eyebrows rising with disbelief. Luocha got dressed in the time it took for Blade to answer, pretending he wasn't dying of anxiety as he waited.
"Um, sure. Where would you want to go?" Blade rested his hips against the water tank, completely uncaring of the things that water tank had seen.
"What about that botanical garden a few blocks away? I heard their spider lilies are beautiful this time of the year."
Blade's eyes shone for a moment, and Luocha's heart exploded in his chest.
"I'd like that, actually."
"It's a date then. Tomorrow I can walk you home and sort out the details," with a confident expression, Luocha paused his actions. "That is, in case you don't get into any fights."
Rolling his eyes, Blade crossed his arms in front of his chest, now unfortunately covered by a school shirt that has seen better days. Luocha hoped he would have the opportunity to see it uncovered again and play with it, and that the opportunity would come soon.
"What? Just making sure," Luocha left the teasing at that, picking up his medical stuff so he could return them to their place in the infirmary.
He turned around to say his goodbyes, but he was surprised by Blade standing right next to him waiting to keep walking. Blade must've sensed his confusion, because he simply shrugged.
"Aren't you going to take that back? Let's go then," was his only explanation.
With a warm feeling on his chest, Luocha proceeded to walk to the now probably empty school, the keys to the infirmary jingling in his pocket. They talked about students and teachers on their way there, like they always did, and Luocha felt strangely at peace with everything in his life.
Well, maybe not strangely. He supposed they were bound to end up together, one way or another.
He couldn't wait until Saturday.