#masshar

Judal dreamed about him that night.

He was at Sin's house, and all of his (idiot) friends were there - they were all sitting a loose circle and oh god

"Spin the bottle, really?" Judal was glad Sharrkan was next to him - he was the only idiot out of Sin's group that he actually liked talking to. He liked Masrur well enough too, but the redhead was way too quiet for Judal's tastes.

A shrug. "Sin suggested it. He just wants an excuse to make out with everyone - he's probably drunk."

Judal could see Sharrkan idly tracing the ink tattooed across the back of Masrur's left hand, and almost out of habit, Masrur leaned over to kiss he juncture of Sharrkan's neck and shoulder, where Sharrkan's own ink was.

"Get a room." Judal couldn't help saying it, but the words held no malice. And while he was happy for them, but his jealousy was still there.

Sharrkan threw his arms around Judal, laughing, then pointed to the bottle. "Your turn, brat."

Judal snorted and escaped Sharrkan's hold before giving the bottle a half-hearted spin. To his disappointment, it didn't land on Sin - no, it landed to the person just next to the bastard. Judal realized then that he didn't know who said person was.

"Alright, let's get this over with." he muttered the words to himself (ignored Sin's snort of laughter), then crawled across the circle to kneel in front of the person (couldn't quite see their face - didn't particularly care) and then cool lips were against his, and oh, this was different

Sin's kisses had always been fast and hot and demanding and taking, but this - this was cool and slow and gentle and giving and almost loving and

He didn't like it.

Judal shoved himself away and only saw blue, blue eyes before he turned away and

Judal didn't know how he managed to survive school the next day (thank god it's Friday, he thought, and that Kassim is here for once and especially that we didn't do anything in gym)

Waiting for Kassim on the rooftop during lunch. Judal stared at his wrist, idly tracing the letters there. He'd done it so many times that he felt like there should be an indent in the skin, that the skin should be tender or at least reddened, but it wasn't.

H-A-K-U-R

"Hakur? You got a new one." Kassim's lazy drawl startled Judal from his musing.

He looked up to see the other boy staring down at him, a cigarette (unlit) dangling from his lips.

"I hate them."

Kassim shrugged and sat next to Judal, one hand finding the spot just beneath his collarbone. "They're not so bad."

"He's practically your brother," Judal snorted, "that's pretty bad if you ask me."

A lazy shrug and that familiar grin, "Practically. Not biological."

"I still hate them." Judal nudged his friend, "and I told you to stop doing that, didn't I?"

"It's not lit," Kassim let Judal take the cigarette away, though (he'd been through this enough times to know not to fight it) "don't be such a wuss."

"I'd rather you not die."

"Won't die, brat." Kassim murmured.

A long pause, then Judal grimaced, "That Hakur guy. I had a dream about him."

Kassim just snorted. "What makes you think it's a guy?"

"Just seems like it, I dunno," Judal felt his cheeks color, but he didn't know why, "never mind, it's not a big-"

"Sure it is. What happened?"

"There was a party or something at that idiot Sin's house, and he decided we should play spin the bottle. Dumb, I know."

"Sounds just like him."

"True," Judal allowed, "but yeah, me and him kissed. Then I woke up."

"That it?" Kassim glanced at Judal sidelong, then shook his head, "that's not it. What else?"

"It was just...different. Not better or worse than with Sin, just different."

"But you liked it?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Kassim tugged on the end of Judal's braid, a silent command that Judal immediately complied with, scooting over and relaxing into the gentle touch as Kassim's fingers threaded through his hair.

"You're good at this."

Kassim made a low noise of agreement in the back of his throat. "Mariam liked it when I braided her hair."

After a moment, "Gonna nap, okay?" The fingers on his scalp were way too soothing.

"Cute," a quiet laugh, "how's your boyfriend?"

"Not my boyfriend. Doesn't love me."

"Really, so it's just sex."

"Yeah." (A lie of course, but what could be done about it?)

A disbelieving snort. "Fine."

Stopping by the flower shop (the one over where the ice cream truck always was after school) for flowers for Gyoku's birthday. Judal personally hated flowers, but Gyoku adored sappy things like that, so who was he to deny her? (Plus, she'd probably buy him peaches as payment or something)

A light touch on his shoulder and Judal reared away from the touch, startled from his thoughts.

"What?"

"Do you need help?" the boy inclined his head, "or are you just looking?"

"I'm fine." Judal didn't mean to snap, but there was something...familiar.

The other boy just nodded, smiled. Judal noticed that his eyes were very, very blue, but he paid it no mind.

He was still staring, though. Hesitantly, "Do I know you?" and then his eyes lit up, "can I see your Letters?"

There was a gentle (eager and insistent but still, so gentle) touch on his wrist and Judal recoiled as if burned. "I - don't have any." he tried to sound normal as he said it, but his voice still shook a little.

Masrur had always hated parties.

In fact, he’d only gone to this one because Ja’far had pleaded with him to watch after Sin (who was notorious for getting crazy drunk at parties) and he was way too sick to even get out of his dorm room.

Plus, now Ja’far owed him.

Though he was reminded of why he hated parties as soon as he followed Sin through the doors, and was immediately immersed in the loud pulse of the music. Whose party it was even for, he didn’t know, didn’t care, just had to babysit Sin until the idiot passed out and

where the hell had Sin gone?

Ah, there, surrounded by scantily clad girls, drink in hand - the idiot.

Masrur scoffed and took up a position in the corner, where he was able to observe Sin with minimal jostle of the dancers (was this called dancing? Hm.) around him.

And then there was someone shaking his arm, and he looked over (and down). The boy (his hand was still on his arm) grinned (he looked tipsy) and waved, “Hi!” he said, unnecessarily loudly, “thanks for earlier!” when he saw Masrur looked confused, he stood on his toes and practically shouted in his ear, “the notes! I sit next to you, remember? I’m Sharrkan!”

Masrur just nodded and bit back a groan; he could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. “You’re the idiot that mixed their coffee and monster, right?”

“I’m not an idiot! But it tasted good!” An obnoxiously loud laugh and Sharrkan gestured towards the throng of dancers, drink spilling from his cup as he did so.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

Masrur just stared blankly at him, and Sharrkan laughed. “You’re funny!”

Masrur just stared.

“Actually,” Sharrkan’s voice had dropped to a low murmur (and Masrur realised he had to strain to hear - an unwelcome change), “you’re actually kinda hot. Kinda really hot.”

“I fail to see your point…”

And now there was a finger tracing down his arm, “I’m really drunk, Mas - I can call you Mas, right? Good,” (Masrur had shook his head, but Sharrkan seemed not to notice), “and when I’m this drunk I get crazy horny. So wanna fuck?”

“…No.”

Yeah, so he didn’t really know how they ended up in Sharrkan’s car, and he sure as hell didn’t know why he didn’t mind. Maybe it was because of the lithe body draped over his, and maybe it was the lips kissing up his neck, and maybe he was just drunk.

Ah, Ja’far was going to kill him later. He did vaguely remember shoving his car keys into Yamu’s hand and telling her to take Sin home (he more remembered Sharrkan’s hand in his, and Yamu’s eyes on that. Yes, Ja’far was going to kill him.)

“What’s wrong?” Masrur had barely noticed Sharrkan’s movement still, but here he was, and here they were.

“Just…thinking.”

“Don’t think,” those green eyes were bright in earnest, “just do, and feel, and,” a hand on his chest now, then Sharrkan had slid over to his own seat, “and hurry up and drive before I get too impatient.”

That was definitely something he could do.

So maybe getting laid hadn’t been in the plan, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. No - especially with someone like Sharrkan (Masrur had soon discovered that golden tan was indeed everywhere) and god, no one should be allowed to be this damn attractive. And it wasn’t like he was trying to be. (Okay, maybe a little)

“You’re still thinking.” Sharrkan hummed against Masrur’s shoulder, “stop thinking.”

He couldn’t help the snort that passed his lips; brought his hand to twine in (surprisingly soft) white hair to pull Sharrkan up for another kiss. Upon pulling away, Masrur decided he liked Sharrkan like this best, spread out and wanting and needing and still taking and not just lying in wait.

“Hurry up!” The pout would’ve been stupid on anyone else, but on Sharrkan, it was almost cute. An aggravated wriggle when Masrur didn’t immediately comply, and the moment Masrur’s shirt was over his head, Sharrkan was snug in his lap, lips and fingers searching and teasing and wandering lazily and impatiently at the same time and it was maddening

“Hey, you’re not gonna be too gentle, right?” Already fiddling with the buckle of his belt, how impatient, “because that’s boring.”

“I-” but what to say? “I can be…rough.” The words came out slowly, hesitantly.

“Good. Be as rough as you can with me, okay? And bite a lot. Everyone I’m with always doesn’t, cuz they think my skin is too pretty to mark up. That’s no fun though.”

“I won’t be as rough as I can be. But I will be rough enough for you.”

“Why not all the way?”

“I could kill you.”

Sharrkan just blinked, then swallowed hard and muttered, “Why did that sound so hot?”

“Pfft, kinky bastard.”

“Shut up! Get in my pants before I get bored already!”

The old words were threatening to surface - too soon. Masrur stifled them with a chaste kiss to slightly swollen lips and then deposited Sharrkan onto the covers of his bed, and before he could ‘get in his pants’, (as Sharrkan so elegantly put it) Sharrkan was tugging off skin-tight jeans to touch himself, and it was definitely one of the most erotic things Masrur had ever seen. A breathy whine escaped as Masrur watched (hell, he probably could’ve gotten off just fine with only this image)

“Oi, do something, idiot, this isn’t a free show.”

“I have to know how much you can take. I could hurt you, Sharrkan.”

“I know,” Sharrkan said simply, “I want you to. I can take as much as you can give. Unless you’re turning coward.”

“No,” Masrur swallowed, no-one as erotic as Sharrkan should be allowed to do this - to spread himself out in someone’s bed and touch himself so unashamedly, to moan and whimper and whine so freely, to shudder and tremble and bite his lip and screw his eyes shut and fist his fingers into the sheets, and, “but Sharrkan-“

“Fuck, I said I want it, you said you want it, just get between my legs and fuck me already!”

“Demanding,” Masrur trailed a finger down Sharrkan’s chest, pausing to circle around his navel (Sharrkan nearly shrieked at that), “we’ll have to fix that later.”

Sharrkan shuddered and wrapped his long, long legs around Masrur’s waist to pull him closer as he wrapped his arms around his neck, “Then get naked and fuck me already. Getting old here.”

….Not that Masrur needed the encouragement.

Pressing an open mouthed kiss to the skin of Sharrkan’s neck and then nosing his way down to mouth at his collarbone, trailing his fingertips up and down his sides, the flat of his stomach, and he could feel Sharrkan’s thighs alternating between squeezing tighter around his waist and relaxing open and

“Didn’t I tell you-” another spasmodic squeeze of Sharrkan’s fingers into the sheets, “hurry up!”

Masrur just reared back and stared down into defiant green eyes, “You’ll wait.” To prove his point, he traced an idle path from swollen lips to a kiss bruised neck to his heaving chest and down, down, stopping just shy of where he knew Sharrkan needed it most and hell, this was fun

“If you don’t hurry up-” Sharrkan’s voice broke as Masrur pressed his finger into his navel, “ah - don’t do that!”

"Why not?” Just to spite him, Masrur ducked his head down to mouth just below his navel and a muffled shriek came from above him as he moved slightly up and sucked

“Sensitive?”

“Fuck you.”

A snort. “I was under the impression that it would be the other way around.”

“Well yes, but-”

“Then get yourself ready, and do it well. I’m not holding back.”

“But-”

“Just a minute, you can wait that long, can’t you?”

An aggravated huff fell from Sharrkan’s lips before he rolled his eyes and nodded. And apparently ten seconds was “just a minute” for Masrur, because goddamn, Sharrkan was too much of a tease to do something like this to himself (not a free show, huh? May as well be)

A yelp and green, green eyes snapped open as Masrur yanked him closer and pressed a dizzying kiss to lips that were just forming into a pout and then threw him on his back, Sharrkan looked back to say something sarcastic, but he lost his breath as Masrur pulled his back flush against his chest.

“Should I keep going?” Masrur could barely say the words - wholly focused on rutting against the curve of Sharrkan’s ass and oh god he was going to lose it

“Yes, I - don’t stop,”

“Be more specific,” Masrur’s eyes fluttered shut as the head of his cock caught on the rim of Sharrkan’s hole and fuck

“Put it in!”

“Fine-” Masrur shoved all the way inside and Sharrkan sagged into the sheets, a desperate noise tearing from his throat and he hasn’t been stretched properly, go slow or god help you

Keeping that in mind, Masrur immediately slowed (with difficulty, but he managed it) and placed a hand on Sharrkan’s back (both to steady himself and to get Sharrkan’s attention), “Are you hurt?”

“Thought I fuckin’ told you I didn’t want you to be gentle; just move already.” An unsteady roll of Sharrkan’s hips and he hissed out a breath, “Christ, you’re big, has anyone ever told you that? Ah - don’t answer that, just - fuck!”

Sharrkan’s muscles had clenched unbelievably tight around him and Masrur felt himself lose it just then; he slammed his hips forward with bruising force and Sharrkan collapsed into the sheets again; Masrur yanked him up by the hair (up - let me hear you) and that only made the noises increase in volume and pitch.

"Is this rough enough for you?” Masrur yanked Sharrkan’s head to one side and then bit down hard on his neck, just because he could.

“Y-yes, fuck, harder, dammit!”

"Then beg for it.”

At the next harsh bite, a whine tore itself from Sharrkan’s lips and then, “bastard!” And then as his hips slowed to an agonizing pace, a defiant stare was thrown at him and just to spite, Masrur thrust hard and then went back to that slow pace and Sharrkan was practically begging now, “fine, just fuck me, please - I’ll be good if you do, just - please, daddy-“