champion.

“alright, drama queen.” ander chuckled, his lips continuing their path down polo’s neck, before the words finally sunk in. his head was always a bit fuzzy in the afterglow, with tonight being no exception, but had polo just...? “you love me?” sure, the boys had loved each other since they were young, but he had a feeling this was different. things had been on a blurry line between friendship and... something else for the two of them ever since they’d started sleeping together a few months back, and now... well, apparently polo loved him. like, loved him, loved him. so that was certainly... new. 

should he be mad? probably, right? after all, polo had broken the no strings attached part of their promise, when they’d first agreed to start fooling around. but honestly? it just felt... kind of nice. no, more than kind of. it felt amazing. not just because of the loneliness he’d felt for so long, that had started to disappear around the same time his thing with polo had begun, but because maybe there was a chance polo wasn’t the only one feeling that way. even if he wasn’t quite so sure he was ready to say those words just yet. “i’m ready for round two.” 

though it probably not the kind of heartfelt confession polo was looking for from him, based on the smile he received, paired with the hand on his thigh pulling him back in, it seemed like the other boy was more than fine with that answer, at least for now. and, well, depending on how this second round went... maybe the response polo was looking for would come sooner than planned. 

apparently, when quincy played spin the bottle, he really went for it. as for ander? well, he wasn’t one to make a scene. if he pushed quincy off, he’d look like some... total homophobe or something, and though he wasn’t so sure he was ready for everyone to know just how opposite he was of that mentality just yet, he didn’t want to come across as a bigot, either. besides, quincy was... really good at this, as it turned out. and no one from school was at this party anyway, so, really... who cared? were the whistles they were getting embarrassing? sure. was what had to be the most sudden yet prominent erection he’d ever gotten in his life, in his pants even more humiliating? absolutely. but did he want quincy to stop? no fucking way. though... maybe not here. “i should be getting home.” the words were mumbled as soon as quincy pulled back, his head fuzzy from the liquor, the kiss, or maybe both. “and you should help me get there. i think i’m drunk.” drunk, and confirmed to be super fucking gay. 

polo stared at ander in confusion for a moment forgetting the famous midnight tradition. in the past he’d never had to worry about who to kiss, carla had always been by his side, ready to welcome in the new year with her beloved polito. this year, this year everything had changed, and polo hadn’t even thought about what he’d do in stead of his annual midnight kiss. he supposed now he didn’t have to think about it, now that ander was here, and offering it, even if he’d misconstrued ander’s intention. “oh…” he nearly started to apologize when ander agreed, standing and pulling polo with him, and polo didn’t argue, following behind his friend of so many years and finding guzman’s room delightfully empty as then stepped into it and polo pushed the door close behind them, grinning as he tugged ander in, “happy new year?” he spoke, a nervous laugh escaping his lips before he leaned in closer.

“just tonight.” ander warned polo, leaning into him as he nudged polo back against the door. “and we never speak of it again. got it?” it wasn’t like he was embarrassed of people finding out that he’d kissed polo, he just didn’t want this to get in the way of their friendship. they'd had a good thing going since they were kids, and it would totally suck if they couldn’t be friends anymore because feelings got in the way. still, he was bored, and a little horny, and polo seemed more than willing to help him out - at least with the first problem. “promise me you’re not going to be weird about this.” 

well,  well,  didn’t this  one  know  how  to  bring  down  a  mood.  the  male  shot  an  equally  unamused look  (  he  didn’t  like not  getting  what  he  wanted ),  before  bringing the  bowl  of  grapes  closer to  himself  and  eating  it  instead.  now  ander  wasn’t allowed  to  have  any  grapes at  all—without  asking of  course.  “  do  you have  anything  better to  do  than  have  a  small  mind  and  zero imagination,  ander  love?  ”  the  male  replied, his  rather  light  and  carefree tone  changing  slightly. “  i  would  rather  have  my  eyes  scratched  out  by  rats before  being  as  b  o  r  i  n  g  as  that.  ”

ander kept his eyes on the bowl as it was moved away from him, biting down on his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back the small smile that tried to break free at luca’s dramatics. it was oddly endearing, in a way ander wasn’t really used to. “i’m not boring.” he protested, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. “you’re just a drama queen.” okay, so maybe he could be a little bit boring, but he happened to like things that way. “don’t you get tired?” sometimes just watching luca was exhausting, he couldn’t even imagine living life with that much... pizzazz. 

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in general, ander wasn’t much of a rule breaker. well, okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but compared to his friends? he was practically a saint. other than a bit of pot smoking and sneaking around with boys he barely knew, indulging in reckless behavior wasn’t his thing, especially if it didn’t result in some sort of pleasure. and this? breaking into their school after hours, for some silly little prank? wasn’t something he’d consider to be worth the risk. spending time with the guy he had a crush on, however? apparently it made all common sense he had just fly out the window. “we could get arrested for this.” really, though, what would be worse? when the cops found out, or the principal? seeing as she was his mother... he wasn’t really looking forward to either outcome. “just make it fast, alright?”