V: Fury and Fuck

“Fuck, Caelan, you're unusually aggressive today,” Jeremy rubbed his arm where Caelan had just hit.

“Sorry, I'm just…tired.” His face dampened like a roll of tissue submerged in water.

“Is everything okay?” Jeremy moved closer to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah…I mean, no, it's just,” he sighed and crashed to the floor, sitting cross-legged.

He wiped his face with the cool towel that was close to him, “My father is breathing down my neck with this stupid task he gave me and I don't know what to do.”

“What's the task about?” Jeremy crouched and looked at him. Caelan locked eyes with him for the longest time, every word of what his father had mandated him to do, at the tip of his tongue, but he shook his head.

“You won't understand.”

“Sure, because I'm not an Alpha kid,” Jeremy rolled his eyes.

“Rem, it's not like that…” Caelan stretched to lightly punch his shoulder.

“Whatever, man, are you done for today? Or do you want to hurt me some more?” Jeremy smirked and adjusted the bandage on his fist.

“I think I'll spar with the punching bags instead, I need to hit something,” Caelan pushed himself off the floor and moved toward the bag.

“Damn, must be difficult. Aight, see you in the fifth period,” Jeremy waved and walked toward the changing room.

Caelan didn't want to go for the fifth period because he shared that class with the stupid Ryker. He didn't want to even see his face for now because whenever he did, his father's voice echoed in his head like an ancient record player stuck in cycles.

He felt a firm grip on his shoulder and he whipped back, his chest heaving heavily, his nose flaring. His knuckles were already sore and there was a large dent in the bag encased with chains.

“Kid, I think you should take a break,” the Dojo master, Mr. Lupin, held onto his shoulders not letting go.

“I'm fine,” Caelan angled his hands into a fighting stance to deliver another blow to a weakened punching bag.

“I insist, you've been going at it for over an hour since everyone left. I had to stay since only you two were left and I didn't want any drama.”

Caelan's brow knitted in confusion, he turned to see the door clapping close as if someone had just walked out. The break in his adrenaline rush made the weight of everything crush on him.

“Fine,” he grumbled and moved toward the changing rooms. He flung the now sweaty towel on the bench and inserted the codes into his locker. A cranking sound came from the other end of the room and he stopped moving, he bent his head to check where the sound was coming from and when he didn't see anyone, he shrugged his shoulders and continued piling his gym gear into the locker.

The sound came again and Caelan boiled. He wasn't in the mood for some sick game, he slammed the locker shut and walked toward the corner when he bumped into something hard. Not something, someone. A hard naked torso.

“Watch where the fuck you're going,” Caelan hissed in annoyance as he turned around and his eyes landed on the last person he wanted to see, Ryker.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Caelan spat out with so much venom.

“Last I checked, this is a changing room, move,” Ryker slammed his shoulders into Caelan.

Caelan spun quickly, grabbed Ryker's shoulders and slammed his back against the locker causing it to vibrate.

“Not so fast,” he sneered.

“I'm not going to warn you again, Caelan, get your fucking hands off me,” Ryker smacked his wrist.

“Pussy,” Caelan muttered under his breath.

“What did you call me?”

“You fucking heard me, you're not deaf, Ryker.”

“Are you just begging for a matching bruise on the other side?” Ryker raised his fist.

“I don't bruise, and I wasn't ready, but I swear I will run you into the ground if you touch me,” Caelan's eyes flared with so much anger. Ryker moved closer, his chest rising and sinking quickly like he was at the precipice of losing his temper.

“There's no teacher in here to stop me from killing you, Caelan, watch your words.”

The duo lock eyes, their breath fanning each other's faces, the same fury burning intensely. Ryker's eyes flicker first: from Caelan's eyes to his lips and back up, the move didn't go unnoticed by Caelan. A simple glance and his blood pirouetted down to his cock. His shorts started becoming a bit uncomfortable as his cock started swelling.

“Fuck it,” Caelan muttered and slammed his lips against Ryker. Ryker gripped his waist tightly, pivoted him and slammed Caelan against the locker. Caelan moaned into the kiss and Ryker shoved his tongue into Caelan's mouth.

Ryker pressed his growing bulge against Caelan's fully hardened cock and the friction drove him nuts.

“You're prettier like this when your mouth is shut,” Ryker mouthed into the kiss.

“Fuck you,” Caelan replied quickly, his nails digging into Ryker's back.

“Oh, I so will, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.” Ryker traced rough kisses along Caelan's neck, the sensation made Caelan arch his back off the lock, grinding his cock together with Ryker, further exposing his neck for the assault.

“You're a talker,” Caelan grunted, already gasping for breath. Ryker slid his hand down Caelan's sweaty abs and shoved it into his shorts, grabbing his leaking cock.

“Already fucking leaking,” Ryker grunted in lust. Ryker pulled his hands out, grabbed Caelan's waist and turned him over, slamming his chest into the cold metal. He pressed one hand against the curve of his back, and the other on his thigh, pulling his ass toward him.

Caelan's chest was flat against the locker and his ass was angled outward. Ryker grabbed Caelan's cheeks and spread, eyeing the pinkish hole.

“Fuck,” he muttered, blowing air on his hole, Caelan clenched and seeing Caelan's hole wink at him, drove Ryker over the edge. He poked his tongue out and buried his face in between the two thick mounds. Caelan moaned loudly, not bothered by the echoes in the room.

Whether it was how thick Ryker's cock was and how he constantly rammed into his prostate making Caelan see stars, or how tight Caelan's hole was, repeatedly hugging Ryker’s cock causing him to see lights as well, no one knows why they didn't notice the flash of a camera as someone took a picture of them.