I: Lust and Loathing

*WEREHIGH COLLEGE*

“Just shut up and fuck me,” Caelan groaned into the kiss, his hot breath fanning Ryker’s face. Ryker shoved Caelan into the cold wall: the cupboard rattled and the paint buckets wobbled and crashed to the floor.

“Fine,” Ryker groaned and flipped him over, slamming his chest roughly against the wall. Caelan moaned, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure sent waves straight to his aching cock.

Ryker’s fingers drummed careless patterns along his back, scooping the sweat that slid along his spine before shoving his thick fingers into Caelan's open mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded.

Caelan wrapped his lips tightly around it, greedily lapping up the salty fluid. He tugged at it and slipped his tongue between them, coating it with enough saliva. Ryker pulled them slowly from his lips, the last string of saliva severing.

He slipped his fingers between the mounds of his cheeks, teasing Caelan's hole. He probed at the orifice, applying gentle pressure at the entrance.

“Ryker,” Caelan groaned, his voice raw with need, just as Ryker sunk his teeth in his neck, running his warm tongue along the area. Caelan rocked his head back, a guttural moan escaping his lips.

Ryker shoved his fingers into Caelan and his muscles tensed at the intrusion, then relaxed.

“Fuck!” He moaned louder.

“Why don't you alert the entire school?” Ryker muttered, his voice dripping with amusement. He pulled his fingers out and shoved them deeper into him. Caelan arched his back, pushing into his fingers, desperate for more. Ryker took his time, his thrusts were slow and precise till Caelan was a moaning, breathless mess.

His fingers were coated in cream when he pulled out fully, he smeared the wetness on his cock and slapped Caelan's cheek with his cock.

“Look at you,” Ryker murmured, aligning himself with Caelan's entrance, “so desperate for my cock.”

Caelan didn't need to turn to know that Ryker was smirking, and it annoyed him. He hated the arrogant bastard more than anything, but his dick? He couldn't hate that.

Ryker bobbed his throat, creating a glob of spit, aiming at the tip of his cock. The thick glob smacked Caelan's lower back and slid between his cheeks. Ryker scooped the excess spit with his dick, smearing it around his orifice before shoving his tip.

“Ryker —fuck!” Caelan choked out, clearly unbothered about where they were.

Ryker, still clinging to a shred of shame, slapped his large hands over Caelan's mouth.

He thrust deeper, Caelan’s tight hole clenching around him, sucking him in. Ryker moved till his pubes tickled Caelan's thick mounds. He rotated his hips in a slow, yet precise clockwise motion before he pulled out, his mushroom head still tightly clenched, then shoved himself.

Caelan released strangled moans as he braced himself against the wall, gripping it like his life depended on it. He tried to spread his legs further apart, but the jeans pooling around his ankle alongside his underwear prevented him from doing so.

“Right there,” Caelan gasped.

Ryker pulled out once again and slammed himself in. Caelan found the perfect rhythm, he shifted his waist when Ryker pulled out completely and pushed himself backward when Ryker shoved his dick deeper. The sound of raw skin slapping against each other echoed in the closet as they continued.

“Fuck—,” Ryker groaned deeply as his thrusts lost its rhythm. It became less precise and all over the place, he pulled out completely, grabbed his dick and tugged it once, then twice and came all over Caelan's back.

He leaned on Caelan while he shuddered and for a moment, they just breathed. Caelan angled his elbow and rammed it into Ryker's ribs.

“Get the fuck off me.”

Ryker scoffed, tucking himself into his pants.

“I don't need to tell you that this stays between us,” Ryker didn't even look at Caelan as he spoke.

“Like I want anyone to know that I associate with you, go fuck yourself, dickhead,” Caelan snapped, wiped the cum off his back and pulled his trouser and underwear up in a swift motion before ripping the door open and stepping out.

~~~

The cafeteria buzzed with conversation, but Caelan barely heard it as he crashed to his seat.

“You okay?” Michaela asked, eyeing him.

“I'm fine,” he grumbled, snatching an apple off her plate and biting into it. Fred whistled, “Damn, I wouldn't want to be that apple.”

“Who the fuck does Ryker think he is?” Caelan spat. His friends sighed in unison, “Here we go again.”

Caelan turned toward Ryker's usual table, but the bastard wasn't even there yet.

“I still don't get why our packs are rivals yet they allow the two heirs to go to the same school,” Fred mused.

“Ego,” Michaela replied. “Neither pack wants to look like the weakling by pulling their Alpha heir from the best wolf school there is.”

Jeremy squinted at Caelan, “Are we just going to ignore his messy hair and that big ass hickey on his neck?”

Michaela gasped, “Who's the unlucky girl!?”

The cafeteria door slammed open and all eyes darted in the direction. Ryker stood, drenched in black paint, his jaws firmly clenched as they would snap. His eyes locked on Caelan, dark and menacing.

Caelan leaned back, a wicked smile stretching his smooth face. Ryker stormed forward. Caelan's friends stood, forming a barrier between them. Ryker's friends, in a distance, rose, ready for a fight.

There was a shift in the air: the once jovial aura was replaced with something denser and thicker. All eyes were glued to the scene that was about to unfold.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” Ryker thundered, the paint dripping around his lips.

“I want to take credit for this, but sadly, it wasn't my idea, but kudos to whoever,” Caelan smiled wider. Ryker's nose flared, “I'm warning you, Caelan, stay the fuck away from me.”

“Tell that to your father who keeps demanding land that isn't his,” the words slipped out of Caelan's mouth.

Silence. Even the background chatter died. Ryker turned back slowly, his body vibrating in anger.

“What the fuck did you say?” His voice was quiet. Dangerous.

Caelan didn't back down, “I said—”

Ryker moved so fast that no one saw it coming, he balled his fist and landed a solid punch to the side of Caelan's face, the sound of a sickening crack echoing through the cafeteria.