"I told you, Zay! Lucas and I can search for an apartment online, it's not that difficult. We don't need your dad's help!" I grunted at the boy as I shoved his arm off of my shoulder.

"Aww come on, man! Don't be like that," Zay whined as we made our way to a table outside for lunch. "And I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for Lucas! He won't even talk to me after what happened, I need to get back on his good side!"

I threw my backpack on the ground as I took a seat at the picnic table next to Lucas who was already having a quiet conversation with Sarah and Jack.

"Shut up, you're being too loud, he has a concussion remember. If you want to help him out, just keep your mouth closed," I rolled my eyes as Lucas turned to me.

"What are you two talking about?" He asked.

"My dad's a real estate agent!" Zay shoved me off the bench and took the seat next to Lucas.

I hit the floor with a loud thud, "Seriously?" I ground my teeth as I stood up, brushing the dirt off of my back.

The dark boy was facing Lucas and had sparkles in his eyes, "I already talked to him and he said he'd help you guys find a place, free of charge, completely on the house!"

"If I say yes will you stop yelling in my ear?" Lucas winced at the loud noises coming from Zay.

"Yes! If you agree to let me help you I won't say another word for the rest of the day!" We all knew he was lying, I'd pay good money to see Zay go an entire day without talking.

"Fine, fine," Lucas rubbed his temples, "anything to get you to be quiet."

Jack chuckled and Sarah giggled as Zay jumped up in the air, "Fuck yeah! One step closer to getting out of the dog house!"

"It's not you who's stuck in the dog house," Sarah laughed, "Kai is."

"I'm working on it," I muttered. "Oh, and Zay?"

He turned around to look at me," Yeah?"

I walked toward him and hovered a couple of feet away for a second before quickly raising my arms and smacking the back of his head.

Zay doubled over and grabbed his head, "Ow! What was that for?"

"That's for pushing me off the bench," I sat down next to Lucas once again. "It's kinda loud here, isn't it?" I asked him.

"Yeah, a little."

I sighed, "I told you, you should have stayed home. What if your concussion gets worse?" I ran my hand through his hair, pushing the right side back so that I could see his face.

"Awww," Sarah cooed, "maybe you should have been this sweet and considerate before you decided to give him that concussion."

I looked down at my hands and didn't say anything. Everyone ignored the jab because we all knew that it was true.

"So," Zayden broke the silence, "My Dad is actually hella booked, but if you two drop by my house after school today y'all can talk about what you're looking for and stuff."

Lucas huffed, "Okay."

Once lunch was over, I was super clingy toward Lucas throughout the remainder of our classes. I couldn't hold his hand or kiss him in public, but I could sit as close as I wanted.

I constantly scooted my chair over. Lucas would move away, but I would just move closer to the point where I could practically sit on his seat. Not only was I super close, but I constantly nudged his feet and legs under our desks.

I was being too dismissive last week, so I need to get it through his head that I never want to leave him.

The second the bell rang I followed Lucas to his car, holding his left hand as I drove us to Zay's house.

"What are you thinking about for price range?" Lucas asked me.

"Hmm, I don't really care about the price as long as I like the place," I told him.

He scrunched his nose, "You should be more financially aware. I know you made like what, $200K from Triple O? But you should still be focused on saving for the future," Lucas lectured.

I rolled my eyes, "I did save most of it. And for the record, I made $200,000 from the championship fight alone."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What?"

I sighed, "We haven't gotten paid yet for Doubles, but I know we've talked about this before. During tournaments the amount you make increases with each match you win. And that is on top of the cut you get from bets."

"How much did you make then?" Lucas was bewildered as I had never specifically disclosed just how much I got from Mad Dog.

I glanced toward him, smiling, "That's a secret."

"Fine," Lucas huffed, "be like that. But we are splitting rent so I don't want anything too pricey."

"Okay, sounds good to me, I've never been a luxurious person anyway."

Once I parked the car we stood in front of the doorway. I rang the doorbell and as we waited Lucas began to talk, "Isn't it kind of ridiculous that we are here right now? I mean, we haven't even talked about what we want..."

"I know right. If Zay was trying to do you a favor he should have given more of a heads up."

The door slowly opened, "Kai!" Zay's dad exclaimed, "It's been so long since I've seen you!" The man pulled me into a tight hug.

"You too, Andreas," I smiled, happy to see the man that was the same height as me, yet probably 60lbs heavier. He wore a knitted red sweater and a pair of blue jeans, an outfit that screamed 'I am a middle-aged dad.'

He released me from the hug and looked at Lucas, reaching out his hand to shake it, "Zay's told me quite a bit about you over the last couple months, it's great to finally meet you, Lucas."

He had a firm handshake, "You to Mr..." Lucas trailed off, unsure of what to call him.

"Just Andreas is fine. Any friend of my son is a friend of mine!" He chirped.

Lucas laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say until Zay popped in through the door behind us.

"Hey, pops, you'll hook 'em up real good, right?" Zay draped his arms around Lucas and I's shoulders.

"Sure, sure. How about we take this to my office so we can discuss the details," I nodded my head and we followed Andreas, Zay right behind us.

Just outside of the decently sized office was the living room. There was a TV surrounded by bookshelves and a large sofa couch on the opposite side. A small wooden table sat in the middle of the room on top of a fluffy dark blue rug. Inside the office was a ginormous double desk that sprawled from the left side of the room and into the middle. Andreas had cabinets all along the right wall, most likely filled with client files among other things.

Lucas and I sat on the chairs in front of his desk as Zay gave us each a cup of water, "I'll be right outside if you need anything," he waved to us as he made his way toward the couch, jumping onto it and placing an arm behind his head while the other immediately went to his phone.

I turned my attention back toward Zay's dad who had slipped on a pair of large, brown-rimmed glasses that rested near the tip of his nose. He started typing away at his computer, "Let's start off with some basic things you want."

"I'll be honest, I don't think either of us has put much thought into this quite yet since Zay just sprung this meeting on us a couple of hours ago," I confessed.

"Hmm, I understand. How about I suggest some things for you to think about?" Andreas offered.

"That would be helpful," Lucas told him.

"Let's see... How about starting with the location? You two still have a little over a year left of high school, so something local would be preferable, right?" Andreas asked us.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Are you looking to buy a house, rent a house, or rent an apartment?"

I looked toward Lucas, "An apartment, right? There's no reason to buy a house, who knows how long we'll stay here after high school."

"Yeah, it would be easier to move for later, there's no reason to spend money buying or renting a whole ass house," he agreed.

"Okay, an apartment it is. So what is your budget?" Andreas asked.

"We don't really have a budget..." Lucas nudged my side, glaring at me.

I leaned toward his ear and whispered, "Don't worry about money, even if we lose the championship, we'll both still have made a shit load just from the last three matches," I reassured him.

"Fine," Lucas muttered.

"As I was saying, we don't have a budget, but we want to live comfortably. Nothing too lavish and not bum cheap, if you know what I mean," I tried to explain.

"And you'll need basic things, are you thinking of an apartment that is fully furnished?" Andreas started.

"Yeah, if it could already have all the basic appliances that would be great," I commented.

"Especially washing and drying machine unit," Lucas mumbled, "you complained so much about having to use the communal ones at your place."

"So there should be a kitchen, a space for washing clothes, would you prefer one bath or two?"

"Two," Lucas spoke.

"Oh, also," I started, "do you think it will be possible to find a place where the bathrooms only have showers and no bathtubs?" I asked him.

"No bathtubs? I can try to find something, but most showers have a bath as well," Andreas answered.

"It's okay if even just one of the two bathrooms doesn't have a tub, but there has to be a bathroom without one," I said adamantly.

"Duly noted," he paused. "Okay, so two baths and two bedrooms?"

"Just one bedroom is fine," I told him.

"Just one?" Andreas asked, "Hmm okay. So then I should be looking for a single room with two beds," he said to himself.

"We don't need two beds, only one," I smiled at him. "A king would be great."

He gave us a confused look, "Are you sure? You said you weren't on a budget though..."

"We're not," Lucas told him bluntly.

Andreas questioned, "Then why only one... It wouldn't cost that much more-"

Zayden cut him off, "They're gay, dad!" He shouted from the other room.

Way to just put it out there, Zay.

A sudden look of realization washed over Andreas' face as his eyes bulged out and his mouth hung open, "Oh, I see. One bed it is then..."

"Yep," I said, popping the p.

"I'll find some nice places with all the things you asked for, although it's not a lot to go off of... I'll make it work, maybe throw in some extra things like a gym or a pool?"

"That sounds great, thank you, Andreas," I stood up to shake his hand as a goodbye.

He shook both my and Lucas' hand, "It was nice meeting you Lucas, and it was great seeing you again, Kai. You two should come over for dinner some time, I know my wife misses you as well."

I laughed as the three of us made our way to the door, Zay following us to the car.

"Thanks, Zay," I told him.

"Of course, no problem. I'll see you guys at school tomorrow," he waved at us as we got in the car and drove to my house.

I closed the door to my small room after Lucas walked him, laying down on the bed and sprawling out my limbs, "Do you think he was uncomfortable because we're gay?" I asked Lucas as he sat on the side of the bed.

"Nah, I don't think it was discomfort exactly. It seemed more like a surprised or shocked face," Lucas explained. "You do give off pretty straight vibes."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "As if you don't give off hetero vibes too."

Lucas let out a long yawn, "Ah shit, I'm so tired."

"Do you have a headache? Or are you anxious or dizzy?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine. Just tired. I've been talking to Kalen a lot since I left and apparently the house is a total shit show without me," he sighed.

I rolled over and wrapped my arms around his waist, my face buried into his lower back, "Just give it time, it hasn't even been a week. Your mom needs to learn what it means to take care of a family and not just herself."

"I know, but still. I feel bad, she is a single parent after all."

"If she's a parent then she should have acted like one. If anything you were the one acting like a single parent. She barely worked and spent her money on her own shit, forcing you to take responsibility at such a young age. Don't feel bad. Don't feel guilty, you've done more than enough for her," I spoke in a gentle voice.

"I feel like I abandoned my siblings," Lucas uttered in a hushed tone.

"You didn't abandon them, you abandoned your mom, and she deserved it. And it's not like you're cutting off ties with them. It's time for you to stop acting like a dad and start being a brother. Your role is to take care of them in a sense to make sure they are okay and to be there for them if they need help, as a brother, not a parent."

Lucas turned around and laid down on the bed with me, burying his head into my chest, "Thanks. I needed that," his voice was muffled.

"Let's get into bed," I whispered.

Lucas nodded his head. We got up and changed into lighter clothing, I turned off the lights and crawled under the covers.

I sat up slightly, looking down at Lucas.

"What?" He questioned.

"You're really pretty," I whispered breathlessly.

"I'm not pretty, I'm handsome," Lucas said grumpily. "And shut up with that bullshit, it's so dark in here, stop pretending like you can see my face."

"Why don't you open your eyes then, dumbass, do you not see the light coming in through the blinds from the parking lot?" I laughed as Lucas' eyes flew open.

"Damn, I really am tired, aren't I?" He laughed.

"Mhmm," I mumbled, staring at his plump lips that were illuminated by the light peaking through from outside.

Lucas was staring into my eyes as I licked my lips. I slowly leaned down, connecting our mouths. His lips pressed against mine and we moved in a slow, seedy rhythm against each other. Lucas briefly opened his mouth and I took it as an opportunity to slip my tongue inside.

Our tongues moved against each other with intensity, his soft lips pressed against mine.

I detached my mouth from his and brought it to his neck, sucking lightly on the skin and occasionally nipping just under his each. I moved my mouth up to his earlobe and began to kiss and suck. I placed my lips just under his jaw and started sucking hard. I stopped and kissed the spot, lightly licking it and then going back to sucking the same area. I used my teeth and scraped it slightly, drawing a small moan out of Lucas, "Aghh."

A smile was etched onto my face as I continued my attack on that spot, knowing it would be all kinds of purple and blue tomorrow.

"K-Kai," Lucas huffed. "You have to stop."

"Why? I asked, moving to kiss his jawline.

"I'm not supposed to do anything sexual, remember?" He was breathless.

I gave one last peck to Lucas' lips before pulling away and lying back down, "Right," I lightly slapped my face. "Come on, Kai. Get it together."

Lucas laughed at me.

He rolled onto his side, facing away from me so I pulled the boy into my arms, resting my head on his back as my arms were draped over his waist.

Within minutes I could hear Lucas' slow, steady breathing, indicating that he had already fallen asleep.

He smells nice, like a mix of himself and me. Maybe because he started using my shampoo?

I pressed my face into his back, nuzzling in to make myself comfortable.

Sleep is not something that comes to me easily, but I found myself slowly drifting into a dark abyss.

My eyes fluttered closed and a dream overtook me. I was in the exact same position I am now, holding Lucas in my arms.

Lucas began to shift and slightly move around, his lower region rubbing against mine. He started to unconsciously rub his but against my groin, causing me to groan, the sound leaving my throat causing my eyes to snap open.

A wet dream? Really?

I let out a shaky breath, silently scolding myself until I felt Lucas press back into my dick, rubbing his ass on my now hard member.

"L-Lucas?" I stuttered, trying to get him to stop.

But he didn't stop, I don't know what was going on in Lucas' dreamland, but he was rocking himself against me.

"Lucas, wake up," I was no longer whispering, but there was no response, he was fast asleep.

I wanted to move like he was. I wanted to get off so badly as his ass rubbed against my clothed dick, but I couldn't do that if he was asleep. I'd feel dirty and gross doing that to him while he's asleep.

I slowly removed my arms from his waist as I sat up on the bed, aggressively rubbing my eyes.

I looked down just to see a giant tent in my shorts, "Shit."

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. A cold shower... A cold shower will fix this.

I closed the door behind me and turned on the lights. I turned on the water and stripped down, my dick slapping against my stomach as I freed it from the confines of my underwear.

I didn't bother letting the water get warm and stepped under the chilly stream. My wet black hair stuck to my forehead and fell in front of my eyes. I shivered slightly and tried to imagine gross things to turn myself off. The smell of dirty socks, moldy food, hell, even Mr. Denquits wearing lingerie, but my mind kept wandering to how Lucas' ass moved against my front.

I closed my eyes recalling the feeling, my hand unconsciously traveling downward until I gripped myself. I bit my lower lip and started pumping my hand on my dick, twisting and flicking my wrist.

I usually bottomed, so I imagined Lucas completely naked. The way he jerked off as I fingered myself. How he pummeled my ass so hard.

I moved my legs further apart and slightly bent my knees as my other hand slipped toward my butt. I spread my cheeks and slipped a finger in.

If it was Lucas, one finger would never be enough. I was jerking off my front as I prodded the back, looking for that one spot.

I slipped a second finger in, scissoring inside myself.

It's not enough to fit Lucas.

I pushed in a third finger, curling my hand and stroking my prostate. I let out a low moan, "Fuck, Lucas!"

I moved my hand in and out, faster and faster, repeatedly brushing against my prostate. I moved my other hand and pressed against the slit of my cock, causing me to jerk slightly at touching the sensitive region.

Even three fingers were barely enough to fit Lucas inside. His cock is so fucking big, I'd need one more to be truly comfortable with him seated inside of me.

I slid in a fourth finger, pumping in and out of myself like there was no tomorrow, my other hand not leaving my dick.

I felt my legs trembling as I recalled the last time Lucas and I had sex, my torso was pushed against the bed, my legs standing on the ground, ass out on display while Lucas slammed his giant cock into my prostate over and over again.

"Unnn," I whined as I came all over my hand and the wall in front of me.

I took my fingers out of my ass, panting as I came down from my high.

Once my breathing slowed I moved to turn off the water, but when I looked down my dick was just as hard as before.

It wasn't enough... I wanted more. Lucas was grinding himself against my front... shit, I want to put it in. I'm so backed up, the only thing going through my head is, 'I want to fuck Lucas.'

He'd stick his ass out for me and I'd slowly slide myself into him.

"Fuck," I groaned. I bet it'd feel so good to be inside of him.