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CHAPTER 10: FUCKED UP THOUGHTS
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2026-05-02 23:22:05
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GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY CHAPTER 13: TEAR DOWN HIS WALL
TEAR DOWN HIS WALL“Nice meeting you yesterday, Ethan?”Blake’s jaw locked as he pushed the classroom door open with his shoulder and stepped into the hallway. He barely registered the noise of students rushing past, his grip shifting around the bound papers Tom had given him. His words echoed in his head again as his fingers pressed into the edge, bending the stack slightly. “That was all you could say?" he muttered to himself, biting down hard. “What the fuck even was that?" It hadn't been planned and it hasn't even been necessary. He could have done what he came there to do–take the assignment, speak to Tom, avoid the nerd at all cost. Instead… he’d said that to Ethan. He'd even asked him to come over next fucking time. Blake exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing a hand through his hair as he slowed his steps. He stopped in his tracks and his head turned before he could stop himself, eyes drifting back toward the classroom door. Past the small glass panel at the center, he
GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY CHAPTER 12: THROWN OFF BALANCE
THROWN OFF BALANCEEthan kept his head low and his bag slung back over his shoulder as he walked through the corridor. Lockers slammed all around him and someone laughed too loudly near the basement stairwell, but he didn't turn. He kept his gaze fixed on the tiles, counting the lines he stepped on as he marched to class. But despite how hard he tried distracting himself, he couldn't take his mind off everything that had happened the day before. By the time he reached class, he already felt tired. Everyone slid into their seats and he followed suit, dropping down behind the table near the front. He opened his bag, pulling out his notebooks and textbooks with practiced ease, like muscle memory was doing the work his brain couldn't keep up with. “Good morning class," Dr. Keller's voice cut through the noise as he walked in. He dropped a pile of notes on his desk and turned to the students. “We'll be–take your feet off your table, John." John raised both hands in mock surrender and
GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY CHAPTER 11: DRAINING HIS FOCUS
DRAINING HIS FOCUS The moaning slowly faded to nothing and the steady rhythm against the wall stilled. All that remained was a silence that felt sinful after everything that had filled the space before. But even though the noise had stopped, it didn't in Ethan's head. He remained at the desk, his eyes fixed on the page in front of him as he stared at the final line of the equation he and Tom had been working on. The numbers were correct and the structure seemed to hold. Still… he didn't take his eyes off the book. Beside him, Tom was talking, blabbering about something on the last steps and checking the constants again, but his voice felt distant. Ethan could barely even hear him. His mind had drifted back to the bathroom, the steam. And he found himself standing behind the door again, watching Blake turn toward him with his lathered hands stroking his hard dick. And then, there was that room next door and the sounds the jock and Roseanne made as they fucked. Ethan's fingers t
GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY CHAPTER 10: FUCKED UP THOUGHTS
FUCKED UP THOUGHTSBlake stood silently in front of his mirror, the steam from the bathroom still clinging to his skin as he dragged a single breath. He unwrapped the towel from his waist and hung it loosely in his hand as he dragged it through his damp hair. He roughened the strands until they spiked unevenly across his forehead. Then he stopped. His eyes slowly lifted to his reflection, settling on his broad shoulders and tight frame. Then his gaze drifted lower to the curve of his chest, the tension in his stomach and the small cuts from his last game that dotted his skin. But then he looked at his lips and something in him shifted. He lifted a hand and grazed the side of his mouth–feeling the memory of that breathless heat and the taste of Ethan's tongue against his. Blakecs jaw tightened at the memory of the kiss, the irritation that came after it… and the feelings that had settled underneath all of that. Something he refused to name. He remembered the second right after th
GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY CHAPTER 9: EYES UP HERE
EYES UP HEREFor a long moment, nobody said anything. Ethan remained standing by the doorway, his chest tight and palms damp in his pocket. Tom, enjoying the scene before him, sprawled halfway across the bed, hands tucked under his head. And Blake… he just stood at the center of the room in nothing but a towel that barely concealed the outline of his crotch as his cold eyes remained on Ethan. “…Why is he here?” he asked without looking at Tom. Tom sat up straight, glancing between the both of them like he was watching a show. “Ethan?" he said casually. “He's with me." “With you?” Blake repeated, voice low.“Yeah,” Tom shrugged. “Thought it’d be easier if we both handled the assignment together.”Blake didn't reply to that. Instead, he dropped his gaze to the floor by the door where Ethan's bag sar. He raised a hand, pointing to it as he turned back to Ethan.“Is that yours?" he asked, voice dangerously calm. Ethan, managing to tear his eyes from the monster dangling behind the t
GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY CHAPTER 8: CAUGHT IN THE ACT
CAUGHT IN THE ACTEthan leaned over, his hands digging deeper into his pants, his fingers wrapping tighter around his cock. He grabbed the edge of the door and dared to pull it open more. Steam curled out of the crack, heating up his already reddened face and fogging his glasses as he watched Blake rub his lathered dick.“Oh, fuck," he groaned, already feeling close to climax. But then he slowed down, letting the rise die back down before going at his cock again. This was a one-time opportunity and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip by without savoring every single moment. Teeth gritted, he jerked harder, stopping just before hitting his peak, only to start again after feeling the rush draw back in. With every pause, his lips cracked wider with pleasure. Chiseled bod, a long cock, the taste of his sweat lingering in the air–fuck, this was heaven. Ethan kept on going at it and didn't even realize how hard he was breathing until his ribs started to hurt. Each inhale was a p
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