Loose Lips Take Tips
Summary: Just some Enemies to Lovers with some forced proximity but throw in a little toxicity and cheating from Euphoria, but not from our leads. Aftermath of the breakup of not only a couple, but a friend ship....and a long tense drive home.
"This is all your fault!"
Aradia scoffed from the passenger seat, "My fault?", he started incredulously, nails against his chest, "Boy fuck you!", he spat towards the Latino in the driver's seat.
Tate growled, forcing his gaze to stay on the road as he glared back at his companion, "Dios mio!No me busques porque me encuentras", he rambled on as they sped down the empty dark roads.
"Say the shit in English, I dare you", the femme boy quipped with a sharp tongue, "you ain't slick, I understood every word." If he thought he would talk shit about him and make threats in another language he had another thing coming.
It was Tate's turn to kiss his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
Aradia snorted, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "That's what I thought."
They sat in silence after that, the tension thick enough to fill the void. There was no need for words. They both welcomed it, the black boy shifting closer to the car door to put as much distance between them as possible. He ignored the larger boys huffed, looking amout the window at the trees in the darkness.
Aradia couldn't believe how terrible this weekend had gone. His bff and Tate's girlfriend, Maddie, had brought him along to her family's cabin in the woods to help prepare for her folks the following days, but things had not gone as planned.
Aradia had apparently been withholding a secret and could not help, but share it. That, infold, led to Aradia telling Tate which led to him confronting Maddie. She had immediately blown up on Aradia and it was chaos from there.
Aradia pinched his forehead, feeling a migraine forming from the stress of it all. The weight of his friends secret and his morals had already been heavy on him, but the entire situation made him feel icky. He had not wanted to tell Tate, having been pressured after one of her flings had slid in his dm's and he claimed to "just be curious".
"Why did you have to go and fuck everything up", he mewled, dragging his head up on a swivel to face him.
Tate had hit the breaks, their bodies lurching at the sudden force save for their seatbelts. "You were the one who fucking snitched on her."
Once Aradia heartbeat had slowed, he glowered at him, "Forgive me for having morals. Should've let her continue dogging your ass out", he smarted viciously.
Tate through his head back, resting it against the steering wheel, "You couldn't wait until we left her cabin? You got morals, but you ain't got no damn brain, el stupido?"
Aradia bit his tongue, lacking a reply. Did he tell him? Yes, but at the expense of causing the biggest fight he'd had the displeasure of being in. The police were called and Maddie kicked them out in the middle of nowhere in another fucking state. That is how he ended up in his current situation and to make matters worse, Tate wasn't even in his Top 10 *Least* Hated Person List.
Tate assumed his silence was out of lack of rebuttal, "What I thought, shut your mouth", he grumbled as he continued driving
"Hey, it ain't my fault you suck in bed!", he knew it was a weak reply, but he did not want to be left speakless for a third time.
Tate looked at him with low eyes, an unconvinced look on his face, "You and I both know that's a lie. I know for a fact she told you about our sex life."
Aradia wouldn't deny him that, Maddie knew how to pick them. He was a more than decent looking guy, rich family and she was the opposite of shy about what they got up to in private; wasn't really his fault she was a two-faced slut. "Either way, obviously wasn't that good cause she fucked somebody else", Aradia struck low, so low he could feel the flames lapping at his feet. Too soon; way too soon. Especially for someone without a car.
Tate was silent for a long moment, blinking at him with befuddlement. Aradia broke his gaze, looking at his lap under the weight of his gaze. The blonde finally looked away, letting out a grunt before starting the car again.
Little did Aradia know, Tate was wishing he could put him out on the side of the road.
* * * * * *
One fucking bed.
There was one fucking bed.
Neither voiced their distain at the circumstances, either wanting to be told to sleep on the floor. They were both clearly upset about earlier and hadn't spoken since they arrived at the hotel. Not even as Tate begrudgingly paid for the room, only a murderous look on his face as he allowed Aradia to drag his own suitcase inside. They both possibly held the opportunity to take long showers, sleep off the days and wake up with a fresh start, that is, until Aradia opened his fat mouth.
"Guess you sleeping on the floor, eh", he mocked, moving around him, bumping his shoulder before shoving his duffle bag on the floor as he went to put down his own things.
Suddenly, a rough hand wrapped around his forearm and he was yanked back. He felt Tate's firm chest against his back, his breath hot against his neck, "Keep fucking with me", he hissed, kissing his teeth, "I already said I ain't in the mood."
Aradia jerked his arm free, "Boy bye, whatever", he grabbed his stuff and went in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Tate was such an inconsiderate asshole. Did he ever stop to think about how he felt or anything? He had lost someone he considered his friend. He didn't appreciate the transphobic and racial slurs she threw at him either. There was definitely no going back for them. In a way, she was really toxic and he was excited to move on and cut ties with the two. He was sick of putting up with the elitism, the snobbery, all of it.
After showering for as long as he could before Tate was beating on the door, complaining about the hot water. He got dress in a pair of naruto lounge shorts and a Dragon Ball Z tee. He tugged his cloth shorts down over his butt as he paddled over to his suitcase. Tossing his belongings inside, he glanced at the bed where Tate had jumped to his feet. All he had told himself went out the window when he saw his face harden. He couldn't help the empathy that ebbed through him.
"Look man, I'm sorry 'bout what I said earlier", Aradia offered, in an attempt to gain his attention. When he turned his head slightly in his direction signaling he had his attention, he continued his speech, "It was uncalled for; I know you probably ain't in the best mood and I should cut you some slack. It has been a long and hard day for the both", he sat down on the bed, lowering his own guard first, "No reason to fight and bicker with eachother right now, right?"
The smile and hand he offered remained ignored and unreturned as he glowered. Tate found his face falling as he gripped his possessions in hand and marched to the bathroom. He didn't spare him another glance before disappearing inside and slamming the door roughly behind him.
It was quiet in the hotel room an hour later, Tate had since abandoned his santuary that was the shower as quiet as when he entered. The only thing filling the silence now was the random show playing on the TV. Aradia had yet to speak since he was last shot down and made the collective decision to pay him dust. He kept his back to it all, watching seven deadly sins on his phone, absorbed in characters and colors; he was resigned to this until they got back home. So much so, he hadn't noticed Tate staring at his back, nor when the TV had been muted over his air pods.
He thought nothing of it as Tate shifted on the bed. He chanced a glance back over his shoulder to see him tossing his sleep shirt onto the floor. Realizing he was now shirtless, Aradia Spun back around. He cursed to himself, realizing he had been caught staring. Not that he had to admit it or anything; Tate was a smug jerk.
He willed himself to relax again, snuggling back into his assigned side of the bed and rewinding his show for a part he'd missed. That waa when he had first felt it. Tate had violated the boundary set between them, he body heat closer to him than he permitted. He could feel the mattress dipping under their shared weight, the heat of his body radiating against his back. The room was already a touch too warm, their lengthy showers leaving a sweltering heat in the air that made Aradia want to push the sheets and his bedmate away.
He fidgetted quietly, trying to shift closer to the beds edge when he was yanked back by a strong force. He let out a sound of surprise as he found tan hands under the sheets.
Then he felt something else, his leg against the back of his calf. Aradia ignored his leg hair tickling his calf. He played coy to his needling, instead raising his phone higher to allow him to see, pulling out his airpods and putting them back in the case. He could barely reach the nightstand to put them on before returning to his new position as they resumed the episode. He assumed he had been satiated as his hands settled on him, but not moving.
That when he first felt it.
Hot and stiff against his hip.
It was his dick, no confusing it. Not when it was so clearly erect against him. Hands that were once stagnant began feeling him up from behind, rubbing against him. He could feel his shorts bunching up as he rutted against him.
Aradia scoffed at the audacity of it all, "Really? Just broke up with your girlfriend and already moving in on her friend", he scolded dryly, pushing his wandering hand away. 'Leave it to him to think with his dick!'
It was Tate's turn to snort, "Ex- girlfriend and ex- friend", he corrected, making him growl.
Aradia didn't have time for Tate and his shenanigans, "Stop it!", he chastized with a huff, "Quite it! I'm not playing with yo ass Tate. You not funny!", he hissed angrily, "I'm serious!"
Aradia thrashed and fidgetted against him but was denied when he gripped his waist and brought him flush against him. He could feel his dick print clear as day now and the heat of his breath returned, "You always think I'm playing with you", he muttered, "Tell me, does this feel like a game?" He had began kissing on his neck, nipping as he grinded against him.
Aradia was still having trouble processing it all, the sensations too much alongside Tate's complete lack of verbal and social ques. He sqealed when he felt something wet on his neck, "OMG! Like get yo tongue-", his mouth was like a starving leech, licking, sucking and biting.
"Ah", he yelped, his teeth on his pulse point. Like a true Achilles heel, he began to crumble under his abuse, despite how he thrashed.
Aradia could feel his blood warming, his dick getting harder despite his own best efforts. He couldn't believe his body would betray him too, "I swear, can't even apologize to you", he whined with lips pouted, "g- give you an inch and- "
"Oh I'm gonna give you more than that", Tate corrected ominously, his hand sliding around him and into his shorts, wrapping around him.
He bucked against his hand, gasping at the firm grip he had on him. He had his dick in his head. It was only then he realized Tate was not bluffing him. "Oh you trying to fuck-me fuck-me, on some homo shit", he mocked crudely only to involuntarily buck into his hand as he stroked him.
Aradia struggled to keep his eyes open as Tate jerked him off. He had already been pent up because of the trip and Tate's hand felt so good wrapped around him.
Then he was mouthing on his neck again and Tate never thought hearing a man pant would be so erotic. He trembled as he thumbed his tip, tracing down his shaft as he flicked his wrist. Aradia's breath hitched as his knees clamping together.
Tate easily pried them open again, rough pads moving down to his balls, fingertips grazing his perineum and noting his shiver before he cupped his balls in his hand. "You like that, don't you?", he purred, continuing to fap him.
Tate loved how he melted under his touch, "You so damn fine, Aradia. Shit, can't ever get a break", he grunted against his throat.
His hands found the hem of his sleep shirts and you stripped them from him with one hand.he moved under his shirt, cold hands under his shirt and traveling over his chest and nipples. Tate took his full pecs in his hands, almost overflowing in his palms, "Fuck, need a bra for these puppies", he grumbled, mouth moistening as he thought of wrapping his mouth around them.
He hissed when he rolled a bud between his fingers, "St- stop playing with my n- nips, you p- per- ah!", he was heavy handed at his pinching and pulling, making him moan.
"Shut up", he grunted.
Aradia tried to ignore him, eyes closing shut tight as he prayed for it to end sometime soon. His knees had began to shake again, his exogenous zone being abused by the bald headed brute. All as Tate rutted against him pulling his own mix of grunts and whimpers of pleasure.
His head thrashed to and fro as his course finger pads rubbed around his nipple, then circling in and pinching it slightly.
Tate tugged his wavy cap aside to exspose his throat, gnawing on his neck as he fondled him. Aradia felt so good in his hands, just like he knew he would be. A challenge no doubt, but something to soothe his bruised heart...and maybe his blue balls.
He released his chest and brought his fingers to his mouth, "Suck em", he hissed against his throat, forcing them passed his lips. Aradia sucked on them obediently, lapping his pointer and middle finger as he stabbed between his pursed lips, massaging the flat of his tongue before pulling them out.
He wiped his face against the pillow as Tate's hand found his rim between his heavy cheeks. He jolted, pucker tensing momentarily before relaxing and tilting his hips for a better angle. He held his breath for him to penetrate him but he didn't, instead just carressing his entrance and his perineum.
"Fucking tease", he threw back over his shoulder.
Aradia wiggled his left arm free, reaching back between to feel him himself. He had always been curious of how much exactly the latino was packing.
His hand found his side and then he moved down and, "Oh fuck"
The blonde chuckled smugly behind him, "You want it?", he queried guiding his hand to better run his hand over him.
Fuck he was packing.
He didnt even know what to say, "T- tayyyy", he panted and cursed as Tate continued to fondle him.
"Shut your fucking mouth for once", he gritted thrusting harder into his fist.
Aradia dug his teeth into his bottom lip, doing as told.
His eyes fell shut as he pumped his fist around him. He could hear Tate grunted in his ear as his pressed his ass against his dick print. He sounded whorish and he loved it. He didnt think before spread his thighs and reached back between his own legs and find the opening of his boxers
He choked, "Oh shit it's big. It's so fucking big!"
Those words were like a trigger as Tate manhandled him over the hotel mattress, forcing him on his belly and knees, spreading his butt cheeks. His large thumb hooked on his panties and pulled them aside to reveal his smooth pucker.
Aradia steeled his nerves as he felt him move behind him as he got out of the bed and towards his bag, watching him tear open a fresh box of condoms, more than likely for his getaway with his girlfriend. He could see his dick now. It was beautifully colored, tan and thick with a fat rosy pink tip and a curve to it. He was gonna fuck him up alright.
Aradia hated that he thought about Maddie. He was gonna fuck her boyfriend. Ex but boyfriend, no less. He doubted she saw this coming when she sent them off in a ferocity into the night. He decided that, under different circumstances he would've given her the courtesy, but they weren't friends and he doubted they'd come back around after this.
Aradia relaxed as he returned, shoving a pillow under his own hips, his ass raised and his face in his folded hands as he waited for him. He cringed as he felt a gunk of liquid on his rim, "Ew, nigga, did you just spit on me?"
SMACK
He didn't get an answer, instead his heavy hand coming down like lightning on his ass. Aradia didn't even have time to react outside a cry before Tate licked a fat strip across his hole.
He trembled as he lapped his rim again and again. He struggled to pull his face from the sheets, breath heavy as his beard assualted his moistured skin, "D- didn't know you ate ass, ah!",
SMACK
He struggled against his hands on his hips. He fidgetted at the burning stinge spreading over his ass. He recieved little reprieve from the pain before both hands came down on his ass, pushing them together against his face as he ate him out.
Tate licked at his rim. His tongue stiffened and curled as he poked and prodded him before stabbing inside and widening his tongue against his walls.
Aradia fisted the sheets as he moved back on his face, chasing his tongue before attempting to run when his teeth found his rim.
Then Tate was moving behind him and he heard the foil packet rip open. Aradia couldn't help but flinch, his hole clenching nervously as he swayed on his knees.
Guilt and fear started to bubble in his gut. This was his last chance to back out. Well, his very last chance to atleast.
He had tensed in his anxiety, flinching involuntarily when Tate's hands found his hips. He knew Tate felt it but he refused to acknowledge.it.
"G- go slow Tae", he managed, weary of his loving tactics.
Tate snorted, "I will", he rushed offhandlely, more interested in how he would go about breaching him hole. The pink inner walls were calling his name as he spread his cheeks and passage.
He went to press forward only to be stopped by his hand on his wrist, "I- I'm serious, I don't want to get hurt", he had torn and bled dealing with trade once upon a time and the parallels had him fearful. It would be embarrassing to start crying infront of Tate. It would be a nightmare for him to hurt him on purpose and revel in it.
The bigger man paused. Aradia Was actually worried he put him off all together as he removed himself from his hold.
His worry was peaked as Tate's hand moved under his right arms and around his neck to press himself flush against his naked body. He could feel his dick, thick and hard between his ass and against his lower back. God he was gonna fuck him so good; he could practically taste it.
'Eat your heart out, Maddie'
He was lulled by the spanish mumblings of his lover- sweeter this time- as he pumped his hips slowly against him. Aradia whimpered, baring his throat from him.
"I'm not", he drawled out long and low, hot breath ghosting as he kissed up his neck.
* * * * * *
Aradia shook as he fisted the bedsheets, shaking at the pressure iside him, "O- oh f- fuck", he mewled, clenching around Tate's length and attempting to not burst at the seam. He didn't know how he took it, but he didn't know how would survive it fucking him.
Tate pressed against his back, squeezing his hip as he blanketed his body over his, "That's a good 'Oh fuck' ?", he questioned, glee mingling in his voice.
He could barely force a grimace with him so deep inside him, "Mhm?", he admitted, biting his lip to distract from the pressure and stretch of his dick inside him, "Ah!", his hips jumped.
Tate was buried to the hilt and then some. Fuck wasn't it glorious. He already knew it was gonna be good. So so good.
"Lay down", Tate grunted behind him, "you'll need to be relaxed" he said, abgentle hand to his neck before trailing down his back to hold his hip.
Aradia turned his head to look back at him, glaring in the darkness,"you did not just say that to me." He couldn't help but get zesty with him, even with his dick tapping his gut. He could barely suck in air with his cock taking the space from his lungs. He was trembling around him.
Tater shrugged, "Suit yourself."
He had then yanked the pillow from under him, yanking his him onto his knees by the hips and kicking them apart.
Aradia huffed in aggravation, growing annoyed and impatient. He had just been about to complain when he had pulled out about 1/3 and drove back home hard. And then he felt hid body blanket his own, his biceps bracketing his body against the bed.
He was so close.
"You like that?", Tate huffed, his breath scalding against his temple.
It was not like Aradia had been able to lie anyway. Nor did he attempt to; not with him pressing against that spot that made him warm. "F- fuck Tate!", he cried out went Tate drove in deep again.
The latino gazed hungrily at where they connected, his supple brown ass jiggling and squeezing his dick in he wished he could see clearer. He would settle for using his digits, his thumb pressing against his puffy rim. Aradia lurched as he felt his anus pucker, his name leaving his lips again; this time lower...rawer
Oh he wanted it bad and Tate was gonna make sure he wouldn't wanna be without his dick when he was done with him he'd make sure of it. "Yeah that's right, say my name, slut", he started, getting straight into the dirty talk as he picked up speed, a deep line set in his brow.
Aradia sobbed as he felt him in his stomach, "I ah I- I'm not ah mhm sl- slut", he slurred, eyes rolling back as his hips pounded away without mercy. He was so big and hot. He was still so tight, his walls stretching and burning at the strain of he forced his body to accommodate him.
The blonde tsked mockingly, "You're my slut", he corrected, and pressed a large hand into his spine, putting an arch into his back. He could feel Aradia fight it under his touch, "arch that back for papi", he demanded in a slow long voice, rolling his hips in a way that surely had Maddie floaty and willing to do whatever his freak ass wanted.
And he was not wrong.
His words went straight to Aradia's cock, his hole clenching around him in eagerness. He quickly gave to his request, his spine giving way at his bequest. And once he had assumed position, Tate wasted no time searching for that spot.
Not that Aradia's volume hadn't been hint enough.
"Oh God, d- don't stop. S- so f- fucking deep T- Tate! Sh- shit!", he swore as buried sounds in his pillow, his bonnet sliding off his head and out of mind.
Tat would no doubt be pissed tomorrow but at the moment all he could focus on was the sound of cheeks clapping as the headboard hit the wall repeatedly. Tate's iron clad grip knotted in shirt as he pounded into him with no option for escape. He eyes tried and failed to see straight as they rolled back, "F- fuck papi...d- don't stop.", he begged through moans.
Then Tate was pulling him close again and he felt they would melt together. "No te preocupes, no lo haré. Mira como te contagias para mi." His voice was so low and rough; it was liquor sex in Aradia's ears. He cried out, his head fallen back against the cradle of his chest. [Don't worry, I won't . Look how you spread for me.]
His lover continued to pepper pecks on his neck, going for his lips only for Aradia to keep breaking it, burying his face in the pillow.
Tate suddenly pulled out, making Aradia release a choked sound. Doubly prouduced as he was rolled onto his stomach before he was onto of him and kissing him. He gripped his chin as he thrusted his tongue in his mouth.
Then he really started moving and Aradia could barely stay on for the ride. The first thrust had sent him scrambling, his fingers going to Tates shoulders, not pushing but barely braced. That wasn't until the next thrust
Then Tate was pinning him down, folding his body as he pleased, his rough hands lacing with his as he drove back in for a home run.
The blonde watched the entry with amazemnt, eyes blown as he looked at his hips flushed against his ass. He took him so good and he said so too, "Just sucking me in. No hands."
Aradia titled up his hips, pushing against his thrusts. He was so long and thick, filling him in way that he only could describe as "dick-a-matized". He moaned at the weight of Tate ontop of him, his face in his neck as he fucked into him.
"Take it baby, that's it. Fuck you feel so good", he coached, fucking him through th strain and stretch.
"U- uh huh", he would elaborate further if he wanted, anything so long as he kept going. He was being to lose his grasp on the human language; all his words the same blanketed beneath the muffled white noise and wet slapping.
Tate revealed in it, ego stroked with ever stroke of his hips. Who was he to know that he could've shut Aradia up like this? A cockslut just like a homegirl. It was poetic, more erotic really.
He was taking him so damn good. The way his full pecs bounced, swollen from his teasing mouth. He loved how his long sharp nails would dig into his back and chest, the sting a delicious fuel to drive him deeper, reaching the deepest parts of Aradia with his cock.
He wanted to get all up in his guts.
"Fuck, you're fucking me so good", Aradia whined, head falling back as he shuddered against him, his arms scrambling and scraping around his shoulder and torso.
"Thats right", Tate panted, purring hot expletives in his ear, "Keep telling me how much you love my verga", he husked with an animal like growl.
"Fuck you're gonna make me cum", Aradia withered, his dick dripping and staining the sheets beneath him in a filthy sensation, "h- hitting my spot so hard!", he was gonna cum so hard. He could feel it tickling the back of his eyes.
Her barely managed a whimper as he was hosged onto his knees by the throat, his knees falling apart and his legs spreading wide like a gate.
Tate growled low and rough in his ear, "This ass is mine now, "
Aradia didn't disagree, "Uh uh uh.", he succeeded.
Tate's fist tightened around his throat, "Tell me who's ass this is", he hissed in his ear.
"It's your Tate. All yours papi! Fuck yes!", he grappled lustfully, eyes fluttered as he squeezed around his angry length, chain hanging over him as he watch his face as he fucked him. His blue eyes were so hard, peiricing him just as deep as him dick and without reprieve.
Pink lip wet and puffy from his tongue and teeth. Tate found himself fantasize about chewing on that lip, to bite down and see if he'd feel it. His tongue lapped at his own as he stared at his with half open eyes.
He watched through a haze of pleasure as he fucked him. He pressed his lips into a line and hardened his brow before he was on fucking him again. His cock was balls deep inside him, his meaty dick pressed against his prostate and throbbing in a way that made Aradia feel as if his blood were lava.
A sudden sensation ran through him, from his belly, up his spine and down to the tips of his toes. Both chilling and electric as his toes had curled, his abdomen tensing as electricity ran down to the tips of his toes. At that moment, cum spurted from his cock in thick ropes, his toes curling painfully as he continued to fuck him.
Tate sat up, adjusting his grip on his thighs as he splayed his legs apart, despite how his limbs trembled under his palms. His lip was curled in a snarl, "Couldn't even wait for me", he sneered slamming in deep and rough.
"Aye! T- Tea-"
Aradia was givien no reprieve as he hammered into him until he himself was cumming. Even then he had not lipped off or reprimanded him, disolved into a fit of hissing and grunts that be resulted in his fingers stuffed in his mouth before he came deep inside him.
He couldn't ignore how utterly filthy he felt. His sausage finger pressed against his tongue, his throat straining from how his fingers fucking them. Spit and sweat dribbling down his face and down his chest to mix with his own cum. He could feel Tate's cum seeping out of their connected bodies and onto the damp and crumpled sheets.
Tate had slutted him out and Aradia couldn't for the life of him find a single fuck to give about.
In his lap after they cum, panting and melting against eachother. The air conditioner choosing this moment to start to life, humming in the corner.
Aradia had shivered from different reasons however as Tate peppered kisses all over his nape and neck. His thumb traced his bruising flank and hip. He could still feel him throbbing inside him as he laid them on the bed, his front pressed to his back.
He had maneuvered them to a dry spot before before he pulled out. He swore at Aradia's reaction, his pucker still gaping and overestimated. He fucked him good.
He tied off the condom and tossed it in the bathroom trash.
Tate didn't say it out loud, but this more than made up for being cheated on.
