"Logan," A whispered voice came from my right. I dully ignore it, choosing instead to tear off more of my shirt in order for my hip bones to be noticeable above the hem of my jeans. Crop tops were a look, and for some reason I fell in love with it. "Grade A asshole, oi, pss!"

A shove, I snarl, "What?"

Kai smirks, finally getting what he wants; my attention, and points his thumb to a corner of the room. Reluctantly, and with a glare his way, I turn, freezing as I notice Liam standing outside of the hallway. Ever since we got his stuff from his shared dorm room, like three weeks ago, he had been in a depressive state, dressing in clothes that covered his limbs and that were just dark for a dude who loves pastel. But now, standing just a few feet away from the living room, he's dressed in his usual pastel clothing.

His shirt is a light blue loose shirt, a black long sleve mesh shirt underneath and probably tucked into the black shorts that he's wearing. The shorts fall just above his knees, and beneath his long legs are showcased with the help of light blue stockings, traveling down into platform leather shoes. And, of course, Liam has never been one for casual makeup; his cheeks and lips are pink, eyelids a dark purple, and his hair is once more decorated with colorful clips.

Its glitter barf, but it brings me close to tears. Our glitter barf baby is back.

"Woah, hot tuff. Where ya headin'?" Kai teases after Liam notices our more-than-obvious staring. He leans forward on the counter, I keep pulling on the string of my shirt, wanting to see how short it can go. But dear God, please make Kai shut up.

Liam grins shyly at us, skipping over and stopping on the other side of the counter, flaunting his outfit with a twirl. "Going on a date."

"Oh," Kai leans forward, grinning widely, I want to smack him. "With who?"

Like a shared brain cell, Liam also leans forward on the counter, their noses only missing each other by a couple of centimeters. "Diana, the campus police officer. We uh- well, I tripped in front of her, accidentally!" Kai scoffs a mocking 'accidentally' beneath his breath. "And she asked me out to go get coffee today."

Opening his mouth, Kai leans forward to try and bite Liam, luckily Liam leans back in time before Kai can close his jaw over the tip of his nose. The sound of his teeth knocking against each other echos through the room. Is this what it feels like to be a third-wheel? "And you'll bring me something right?"

Not letting Liam answer because I'm so done with them, I interrupt. "You okay with dating again?"

The conversation stops and Liam's eyes meet mine. After a pensive second, he sighs and shakes his head. "No. That's the only reason why I agreed to meet with her today. We've been texting for a couple of days now and I don't want to lead her on. I'm going to tell her that I just need more time - with all of this."

A hum escapes me, Kai copies the action, I stomp on his foot - satisfied with the small jolt his body gives as he tries to not yowl in pain.

"Is that why you dressed so nice?" Kai asks, words straining as he tries not to make his pain noticeable.

"Nice?" Liam asks, looking down at his clothes, as if not realizing that he'd been wearing large and consuming clothing for the last couple of weeks.

"You look nice is what he means." I explain, sending him a smile. Liam blinks at us, then breaks out into a large grin.

"You guys are being oddly sweet today. But thanks!" His phone vibrates, and he practically dances on his toes at the notification. "Okay, I'll be heading out now! Kai, coffee?"

Kai grins, yelling after him. "Cold Boba Coffee please!

"Okay!"

"Extra boba!"

"Okay!!" The front door closes, I groan as I notice the time.

"We gotta go to class." Kai pouts at the statement, as though his expression would get me to change my mind about attending our class for the last time. If he were Tripp it might've worked, but alas, my boyfriend is at the gym for some crossfit competition.

"I don't wanna." Kai whines, flopping his entire upper body onto the counter.

Was he always this difficult? "It's literally the last day of lecture, then we get a break until February. Let's. Go."

"No!" He whines as I grip the back of his shirt and effectively tug him off the counter. He scrambles on his feet, but once he gets his footing allows me to drag him out to class. Kai continues making his case not to go, "It's the last day, the professor themselves said it would just be a pizza party while watching Fight Club! No participation points!! And uh, UHHH, that's all I've got, please spare my tiny brain."

"Actually," I hum, taking into consideration what he said. "Want to go to a crossfit competition?"

Kai groans, sagging in my hold once more. "I'd rather die than exercise."

It's decided then.

✩

It had been a while since I had seen Tripp interact with people that I didn't know. While we had different friend groups, it was an unspoken truth that they weren't really friends, always leeching off our actions. Even now, I don't remember the last time I messaged (or received a message) from one of my so-called high school friends.

The gym was populated, there were at least 20 competitors, and double that number were spectators. Tripp stood amongst the competitors, a thin sheen of sweat already covering his notable skin. The curls that usually decorated his face were pulled back into a messy bun, and he was laughing along with two other competitors.

The sight made my stomach swoop in a giddy manner.

Cheesy as fuck, I know.

I remained on the sidelines, watching as the competition continued. It was a competition done for college students, nothing big or outrageous, and it only served as another activity as the semester came to an end. Kai stands next to me, joining the crowd in encouraging and judging the competitors.

An hour and a half later and the crowd is exiting the gym, the winner having been chosen by the last challenge. Tripp makes his way through the crowd, stumbling forward at the last second as someone pushes him from behind.

"Woah!" He yelps, barely catching himself with the wall behind me. Tripp blinks, as if barely noticing me, and smirks, "Hi there."

I snort, leaning back on the wall to look up at him. "Hi yourself."

He coughs, then looks around the gym. "Do you come here often? Haven't seen you around before."

And I hate how that makes me grin. I shake my head with a solem sigh, "No, I'm not fond of sweaty men."

"Oh." Tripp replies in mock anguish, cradling his chest as though he had been personally offended. He is sweating. "Ya' see sweetheart, we gonna have a real problem if tha's tha case."

Adopting the same southern accent, I reply, "An' why is that mistah?"

"Cuh' we both gonna be sweaty by the time I'm done wit' ya." And to finish it off, he throws me a wink. I snort, regaining my composure when I notice his serious expression. A tense silence consumes us for .5 seconds before we both burst out laughing, wheezing at the implication. Tripps hands find their way to my torso, hands tickling my bare skin as he leans down to peck my lips. He laughs as he says, "Seeing you here is a nice surprise. What happened to class?"

"Ditched for your sweaty ass."

"Ooh," He wiggles his eyebrows, I roll my eyes at him. "Was it worth it?"

"I think my professor's Fight Club plans were more entertaining."

He makes another pained nose, eyebrows furrowing over his nose. "You wound me baby."

"My apologies," I murmur, stepping closer to peck his lips. The gym is practically empty at this point, the arena and equipment that was being used by the competitors being rearranged for normal gym uses.

"I don't think I can forgive you, sweetie." The accent is long gone but the teasing glint isn't. I press myself closer, chewing on my bottom lip.

"I think we can come to a consensus, for forgiveness of course."

"Hmm," Tripp pauses, eyes narrowing as though he's lost in thought. "Why yes, I think I do have something in mind that could earn your forgiveness."

I grin, "Name it."

꒰꒱꒰

"Tripp-" The moan escapes me unexpectedly, as his hands spread me open, licking a long stripe from my balls to the beginnings of the arch of my back. My back arches further into the bed at the action, a whine escaping my throat at the sensation.

Our intimacy had increased between us, and now there was no hesitation when it came to what we could do. Sucking Tripp off was still only reserved for the weekends, but handjobs, as well as fingering had become a thrice a week action.

This though, this is new. A good kind of new.

Tripp hums as he continues to lick and suck, my cock fills out and heat engulfs me at the actions. Using my knees, I push back against his tongue, gripping the sheets next to my head. "More, T-ripp, more-"

"Greedy baby." Tripp states as he pulls back, leaning over me to reach for the lube under his pillow. As he does he pushes his body down against mine and the action makes me feel his member through his gym shorts, pressing into the arch of my back. With a gasp I push back against his body, liking the idea of something more filling me up.

"Yes, yes, please!" One of his large hands grip my back, pushing me down as he goes back to his original position, spreading my thighs more. The sound of something being uncapped, followed by the coldness pressing against my skin makes me jolt and sigh.

A finger slides in and my thighs twitch, I bite down hard on my bottom lip. A kiss presses against the curve of my ass, reassuring me. There's a slide of a second finger, and there's only slight resistance - and then after a couple of shallow thrusts and low grunts, a third finger is added. They sink down in a swift motion, stretching and prepping me.

"This enough?" Tripp asks, breathless. Another gasp escapes me as I push back against the digits, my forehead feeling feverish.

"More, please."

A pleased rumble escapes Tripp and I know it's because I said 'please'. A whine escapes me, my knees are shaking and it's hot, and embarrassing, but it's not uncomfortable. Being exposed like this, with Tripp, doesn't make me want to hide. In the back of my mind there's a faint weight; the always-there presence of my father. But it doesn't move from there, I don't let it move from there.

"Tripp-" My legs are too shaky and I can barely hold myself up. But it's good, almost too good. I want more, there's never enough, but I know that if it's Tripp he'll give me what I need. And I really need something more than his fingers. Saliva accumulates in my mouth at the idea of his dick. Tripp pulls his fingers away and the loss makes my eyes water unexpectedly, what the fuck? What the-

"Hey, hey. Look at me, Logan. Eyes on me." There's a sniffle, and a ton of blinking till my eyes clear up from the blurry haze of tears. When everything clears, I realize that I've been turned around onto my back, with my legs parted in invitation and a pillow beneath my hips. Using the back of my hands, I brush away the tears, following what Tripp said and meeting his gaze. His gaze softens instantly, and it just makes me whine more when I remember that he pulled his fingers out.

"What-s wrong? Did I-?" The words are hard to get out and there's a rising sense that I did something wrong, but what?

Tripp, like always, is quick to reassure me, leaning forward to press his body down against mine and kissing my lips. The added weight of his body makes me sigh contently, and I waste no time wrapping my arms around his head and kissing him back. I feel his boxer covered member pulsing against my abdomen, and it makes me push up against him. He pulls away after a moment, smiling softly. "There we go, there's no need to rush, okay? You didn't do anything wrong."

The words make me sigh in relief, and my teeth find their way to my bottom lip when his fingers find their way back inside me, pumping in harsh, shallow thrusts. I pull him forward again, wanting him close, and kiss his neck. There had never been a need to leave marks on Tripp, I'm not the jealous or possessive type, but now I find myself biting and sucking marks into his skin — just so that people can know.

"Want you, Tripp." I whimper, pushing down, pushing his fingers in deeper before adding a barely there 'please'.

He groans against my ear, voice deep and rough, and my chest flutters at the sound. "Anything you want, sweetheart."

And before I know it he's pulled back to remove the remainder of his clothes and reaching next me to grab the lube once more. I take the chance to bury my face against his shoulder, smelling for his musk until he pulls away on his knees. Soon enough he's hovering over me, hands on my knees as he guides himself into me.

The weight of his body makes me arch as he keeps me steady enough for his cock. It pushes into me, and it's hot, and painful, and fuck - so good. I blink away the new set of tears to see him watching me, clear blue eyes watching me intensely with curled hair falling over his face - he should be a model, I ponder. I keep the thought at the tip of my tongue as I let out a shaky sigh and relax, pushing up against his intrusion.

"Yer handsome." I groan out when he's fully rocked in and he blesses me with a teeth-showing smile. It makes him look even handsome-er, if that's a word, and it makes me fall in love harder. He's mine, I remind myself, all of him, not just this. Because Tripp is so much more than his looks, and I know that his looks are not tied to my feelings. I love Tripp for being Tripp, not for being someone that looks like my idea of a model.

"Thank you baby, so are you." His hands are huge, sliding against my sides reassuringly as the burn eases. It passes quicker when Tripp leans forward to kiss and suck against my neck, harsh breaths coming out against my skin.

My hands find their way to his shoulders, "Feels good," I murmur, enjoying the contact. A quick flash of previous troubles come back, specifically the one of my butt probably not being clean, and I wince hoping that something that embarrassing doesn't happen. The sudden movement makes something spark, and I find a moan escaping me unexpectedly.

Tripp leans back, eyes gleaming as his hands tighten around my waist, holding me still. "I'm going to start moving now, okay? And I need you to tell me if it becomes too much, think you can do that? Can you be a good boy for me?"

Yes, I nod. "Can."

"Good boy." He praises as he pulls back, and it's almost embarrassing to admit how quickly those words make me shudder. Tripp doesn't start with shallow thrusts, instead he pulls out till the tip of his cock can barely be felt, before snapping his hips to slam back in. There's no build up, and the movements make me scream.

It isn't too much, it's just right. I scramble to grip the bed sheets, twisting my legs out and around his hips. It's the only movement I can do with how his hands grip my waist, harsh, and something akin to possessiveness and I moan at the idea of hand-shaped bruises on my skin. Yours, I want to scream at the silent statement.

"Fuck." He curses, eyes taking me in, like they always have. Tripp really isn't one to curse out loud, and that realization makes me whimper at his voice, wanting to hear more of the rough, low, deep, curse-filled voice. "You're so pretty, and fucking perfect. And all mine, right sweetheart?"

Yes, yes, yours. I whine, dropping my head back against the bed, and simply taking everything. The snap of his hips makes me breathless, and I squirm in an attempt to get him deeper. There's really no need though, because he's reaching the deepest parts of me already, and the sparks that erupt whenever he hits that one spot with the head of his cock makes my dick spasm and pulse against my stomach, dripping with pre-come.

"Tr-T'-pp." Everything is hazy as my release build ups, and I almost can't speak when I brokenly moan out his name.

Tripp grins like he got what he wanted, and suddenly his hand is wrapping around my sensitive member, moving at a slow movement around me. I shout at the sudden contact, tears coming back full force as I try to pull him off. It's too much, but it's so good and-

"You're doing so well, Logan. Come for me, angel." And I do, a few seconds later, when the texture of his hands and the snap of his hips become too much.

Angel, that one's new. But I can't really think too much about it, not when my head is light and my body is lax against our bed. But Tripp is still hard, and that makes me want to please him. I sniffle, using my hands once more to clean up what must be a mess and meet his eyes.

His thrusts are quick, and messy, and I know he's close, but I don't want him to pull out, I really want him to "Come inside me, Tripp." His eyes snap to mine, and the silent 'are you sure' is swimming in them. I don't let him pull back or second-guess my words, instead using my legs to lock him in place, letting him use my body until he groans and releases inside of me. It makes me sigh, the added warmth making everything perfect.

"Shit." He curses, body slumping forward against mine. His weight is nice, and comforting, and I find myself trying to borrow my way into his neck. Tripp spasms at the contact, giggling softly. "That tickles."

I smile, doing it again just to get the same sound out of him. "Mhm."

Finally realizing what I'm doing he pulls back with an overly-fond expression, sighing exaggeratedly. "Okay, you're trouble-"

"With you we can make it double." I quickly add, hissing when he pulls out. He leans forward to peck my lips, hands soft against my face.

Tripp pads out of the room for a towel. I don't think either of us expected to go all the way today, but that makes me smile. It wasn't planned, it didn't need to be. We got comfortable enough with each other to trust that it would happen at some point, and I loved it.

"Double trouble." Tripp sings out when he comes back, taking his time to clean me off.

"Wan' cuddles." I pout when he's done, and he easily complies, falling into bed next to me. Our naked limbs tangle together and it's perfect - everything is just perfect. "Thank you."

I mumble against his shoulder, kissing the marks I left there. Tripps arms tighten around me as he presses his own kiss against my temple. "There's no need to thank me, Logan. You deserve this and so much more."