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Luke Castellan was something incredible.

You had met him during your first week. You were trying to find your weapon of choice and Luke was the best swordsman at camp so he was working with you. It was extremely difficult to pay attention to what he was saying.

His curls were perfect, his eyes were beautiful, and his muscles seemed like they were hand sculpted by Michelangelo or something. You understood then what your fellow campers had been talking about.

It was impossible to shake Luke from your thoughts. Even though you would gaze at him from a far nobody else at camp could compare. Even when you would leave for the school year none of the boys at your school could compare to him.

Summer after summer you never stopped thinking about him. You never stopped wondering about him.

You had heard rumors about the occasional fling or hook up Luke had -nothing was a secret at camp- and you really wanted to experience it yourself. You knew you never would know as the two of you were in completely different social circles, but that never stopped your thoughts.

You thought about how Luke might be gentle. Hands softly caressing your hips and thighs. Pressing kissing all over your throat and face. Slowly removing your clothes to really admire you. He would take his time making sure you were ready. Then his thrusts would be slow and deep. You beg for him to go faster only for him to keep up the steady pace. He would call you the sweetest of pet names. The two of you would finished together.

Or would Luke be rough and almost mean. His kisses would have teeth and tongue involved. He would leave a string of hickeys down your neck. Your clothes would be quickly removed in a frenzy. He would leave hand print bruises on your thighs and hips from holding you in place. There would be only a little bit of prep before he was pushing inside you. It would be about him chasing his pleasure, thrusting hard and fast. He would climax first and then maybe jerk you off.

Maybe Luke would just take pity on you. Such a shame you've never had anything in your life besides your hand. Being the gentleman he is, he would change that. He would kiss you and push his tongue down your throat making sure you remember him, it's not anyone else would want to do this with you. He would leave little love bites all down your throat and torso. He would remind you that this is him being nice, that he could be with anyone else but he's with you. He would start off slow with just his fingers but would listen each of your requests for more and for him to go faster. He would make sure you get off first but then it would be all about him. He would ignore your over stimulated cries since he deserves this for doing that favor for you.

You thought of Luke teaching you. His hands in your hair as he pushed you further down on his cock. His voice breathless as he told how good you were and how well you were following his instructions. Him gently thrusting up into your mouth. His calloused hands running down your back. His hands grasping your shoulders as he got closer and closer. Him being reduced to putty and barely being able to finish his sentences about how well you were learning. You swallowing almost all of his cum when he orgasmed. He would use his thumb to wipe the little bit of cum that dripped from the corner of your mouth.

You wanted Luke so bad you were willing to take him anyway he wanted. You so caught up in your thoughts and daydreams that you didn't even realize that Luke wanted you too.

——

Luke was always watching you from a far. Not that you ever noticed, too wrapped up in your own world. You had caught his eye the day you had walked into camp and even more so when he tried to teach you how to use a sword. It was amazing to be so close to you and have an excuse to touch you. He was so disappointed when you didn't continue training with a sword. That didn't mean he forgot about you though.

Luke would fantasize about you being on top of him. Your hands clutching his shoulders as you rode him. Or you would run your hands up and down his body, never getting enough. He would absolutely touch and grope anywhere he could reach. Hands on your thighs, or hips, or pecs, just anywhere he could reach. Your head thrown back in ecstasy as you used him like a toy.

Maybe you would come up to Luke and ask him to be your first time. Based on the rumors from camp, you had never even had a fling. You would blush a bright red as you spoke to him. He wouldn't hesitate to get you in bed and teach you all of his tricks. He would practically fold you in half as he licked at your entrance, using his tongue and fingers to make you moan. Only after you finished would he push himself inside of you. Thrusting hard and deep with your legs over his shoulders. There would be tears of pleasure in your eyes as you got closer to your second orgasm. He would try his best to ruin anyone else for you.

Luke wanted to corner you in one of the supply sheds and sink to his knees. Your shorts pooling at your feet and he would swallow you all the way down. He would bob his head and drag his tongue on the underside of your cock. He would reach under your shirt and tease your nipples, tugging and twisting. He wanted everyone to hear you yell his name and know who you belonged to. He would savor the taste of your precum and then swallow all of your cum when you finally came down his throat.

You should have been able to tell where this was going.

It was summertime and therefore party season at Camp half blood. Once all the younger campers were all asleep in their cabins, the counselors and older campers went out to the far part of the beach. Everyone had a drink or a joint in their hand and everyone was letting lose. Nobody worried about their parents problems or generational beef between cabins at these parties. They were allowed to just be teens.

You and your best friend Luke always went to these parties together and stumbled back to the cabins together. You thought tonight would be the same.

Instead, Luke and his brother Chris said they had a better idea. You assumed they had been planning this idea all week if their shared glances and whispering were anything to go off of. Now you weren't sure what could be better than a camp party but decided to hear them out anyways. Especially since you liked Chris, he was probably the camper you spent the most time with beside Luke.

The two of them lead you into the forest, away from the beaches and cabins. More importantly, away from prying eyes. It should have been obvious and yet you're still surprised at the situation you've found yourself in, but not upset. Definitely not upset.

Your back was against Chris' chest who had one arm around your waist and the other holding up your leg. He was pressing kisses and sucking hickeys down your neck. Luke was on his knees with his lips attached to your cunt. One of his free hands was holding onto your thigh and the other was under your shirt, running up and down your abdomen.

You let out a moan as Luke's tongue flicked in and out of you. Chris let go of your leg and let it hang over Luke's shoulder. Chris used his now free hand to open your mouth and push two of his fingers in. You didn't hesitate to wrap your lips around them and begin bobbing your head.

Chris grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your jawline.

"He's so cute," Chris said to his brother. "I didn't even need to tell him to suck."

Luke pulled away for a moment and you let out a muffled whine.

"Told you, he's perfect," Luke practically purred with a grin that matched Chris'. "Tastes perfect too."

Luke’s lips were shinny with your juices, you could even see some dripping down his chin.

He started leaving little kisses on your thighs and you let out another muffled whine. There was a but of drool collecting on the corner of your mouth.

"Don't worry," Chris told you. "He's just making room for something else."

With those words, Chris pulled his fingers out of your mouth and moved downwards. Luke held your leg up and Chris slowly pushed in one of his fingers. You gasped and reached out to the two sons of Hermes. One of your hands tangled in Luke's hair while the other gripped the back of Chris' neck.

"Wow," Chris groaned. "He's so wet my finger just slid right in."

Luke, still on his knees, nodded and watched with fascination as Chris began pumping his finger in and out. The sight made your cheeks flush even redder. You bit your lip to try and stop any noises from coming out as Chris pushed in a second finger.

"Don't get quiet on us now," Chris teased, teeth gently grazing your neck.

Luke pressed a kiss just below your belly button before standing up. He pushed his thumb between your lips to open your mouth.

"You're not allowed to get quiet on us, hon," Luke spoke with smirk. "We want to hear you."

"Would love to hear you," Chris agreed.

As Luke held your mouth open and Chris curled his fingers just right, you let out a throaty moan.

"There we go," Luke praised and you could feel Chris' smirk against your neck.

Luke then surged forward and started kissing you. The action made you realize that none of you had kissed since this whole thing began. You kept your hand in Luke's hair and he cupped your jaw as the kiss deepened. Luke's tongue slide into your mouth as you moaned again.

Luke let go of your leg and slide his hand downwards. As he distracted you with kisses he slowly slide a finger inside you, right next to Chris'. His finger was dry but you were wet enough were it didn't hurt. Luke pulled away from your mouth —there was a string of silva connecting you two— just as you moaned loudly.

"Holy fuck," You could hear Chris say breathlessly. "That was hot."

There was no time to catch your breath before Chris was kissing you. His tongue invaded your mouth and you groaned at the feeling. He gripped your waist and held you tighter against him, you could feel his erection through his jeans.

Drool dripped from your mouth as you continued to make out with Chris. Luke and him continued to thrust their fingers in and out of you in sync. Chris' fingers were thicker while Luke's were longer and the feeling was better than any other hookup you've had. Luke used his other hand to began rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You threw your head back in ecstasy and cried out, "Fuck!"

"Feel good," Luke asked.

You nodded, "So good~"

The pair increased their pace and finger fucked you faster.

You let out a loud moan and, in the brief moment you could form a thought, you worried that someone might hear you. But then Chris curled his fingers slightly and you lost all thoughts and worries. You tightened your grip on the brothers.

"You're so good for us," Luke praised, pressing a kiss to your check. "You gonna keep being good and cum for us soon?"

You whimpered at the praise and began to regret the horny late-night talks you had with your best friend. Luke was just grinning at you, he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

"'Course he is," Chris stated. "Can't you feel how wet he is?"

It was kind of hot the way Chris talk about you like you weren't there. You let out another whimper as you realized just how close you were.

"He'll totally cum soon," Chris spurred you on, whispering in one ear.

"You're so close, right babe," Luke whispered in the other.

Chris dragged his tongue down your throat as Luke pressed kisses all over your face. You could feel how hard Luke was against your hip. You could feel how hard both of them were for you. That fact brought you even closer to release.

"Are you close," Luke repeated.

You nodded, "S-so close!"

The sounds from their fingers working your cunt were pornographic. Everything was almost becoming too much. Then Chris and Luke leaned into each other and began kissing over your shoulder. They were so close you could hear the noises from their lips moving and see the swapping of spit.

The sight pushed you over the edge. The hot coil in your stomach snapped and you orgasmed with a scream of pure pleasure. The boys separated from their kiss but continued thrusting into you through your release.

You panted as you came down from your high and let out a whine it became too much. Luke slide his finger out first and didn't hesitate to lick your cum from his finger. Chris followed suit and also licked his fingers clean.

You leaned further into Chris' embrace and Luke gently cupped your face, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.

You could how shinny and swollen their lips were from the kissing.

"That was so amazing I think you two killed me," You sighed.

They both let out small chuckles.

"You can't die, we were planning on a second round," Chris told you.

"Second round," You asked groggily.

"In the showers," Luke supplied.

Their hard lengths were still evident and pressed against you.

You sighed again, "You guys may not have killed me yet but you definitely are going to."

They laughed again and there was a faint smile on your lips.

"You love us," Chris and Luke teased in sync.

You only followed your father to Harrenhal to ensure he stays in line and stays loyal to the Queen Rhaenyra. You figured a pair of eyes that could and would report any traitorous activity to the Queen might help remind your father of his purpose at Harrenhal. It was well known by the realm that Deamon wasn't exactly… tame for lack of a better word. That was where your focus was, on your father.

Until Oscar Tully showed on behalf on his grandfather Lord Grover Tully.

He was around your age with brown curls and blue eyes. He stood to be about your height, you may have been an inch or two taller but that could have also been the effects of your riding boots. Despite his, unsurprising, nervous behavior around Daemon there was something about him that haunted your thoughts. Maybe it was the way he didn't take his eyes off you for very long even though he was speaking with your father. You weren't used to that direct attention, no matter how small the attention was.

You knew you had inherited your mother's looks and beauty, many had simply said so. Then of course there were young Lords or sons of Lords that had passed through Dragonstone and came to you for affection. Though they only came when you were alone or in darkened halls. They never blatantly stared at you, and especially not in front your father, like Oscar Tully did.

It truly did consume your thoughts.

Which made keeping an eye on your father much harder than you would have liked. You decided to go for a ride on your dragon to help clear your thoughts. Time alone in the air always helped you focus on what was important.

This plan backfired though when descended on a river bank for your dragon to take a drink and noticed said distraction already down there.

He was sitting with his back against a tree and looking up at you and your dragon. You sighed realizing he had noticed you and you couldn't exactly fly away now without seeming rude. You climbed off your dragon when you landed and made your way over to him.

Oscar was now standing, but he wasn't moving closer to you or your dragon.

"Lord [name]," He greeted with a smile, seeming more put together than when you first saw him.

"Lord Oscar," You returned the greeting and smile.

Seeing him up close again reminded you how attractive the riverman's features where. Especially the brown curls that seemed soft to the touch.

"Not a lord quite yet," He reminded you, though it wasn't in a rude way.

"You're right, my apologies," You amended. "How is the current Lord?"

Oscar narrowed his eyes at you and there was a slight smirk on his face as he spoke, "Did you really ride out here on dragon back just to find out if I'm Lord Paramount yet?"

You rolled your eyes with a small smile.

"No. I was not looking for anyone, let alone you-"

"I'm wounded."

You chuckled, "That does not mean this isn't a pleasant surprise. I'm glad to run into you, I would like apologize to you."

"Apologize," Oscar repeated, sounding genuinely surprised.

"The way my father pushed you, regarding your grandfather's health, was harsh and disrespectful," You told him earnestly. "I'm sure you can imagine the stress of this current situation but that's no excuse for his actions."

There was a beat of silence.

"Well, it's not like my father is polite in non stressful situations but still."

Oscar laughed, "Now that I can imagine.”

You couldn't help but smile at the sound. It was pleasant to hear.

"Could I ask you a question?" You treaded carefully with your words.

Oscar nodded.

"Do you think the Lord Paramount would raise his banners to the Queen Rhaenrya's cause?"

"Yes." There was no hesitation in his answer.

"Then why not fulfill his wishes for him?"

"Because he still lives," Oscar spoke bluntly. The same answer he gave your father.

You nodded, not pressing the issue any further.

"Nothing else to ask," Oscar inquired.

You shook your head, "If I were to continue then my apology on behalf of my father would be pointless."

Oscar stared at you with an unreadable look.

"You're quite intriguing, my lord," Oscar stated with the smallest of smiles. "Nothing like what they say you to be."

"How so," You asked, turning to face him more.

Oscar took a slight step to be closer to you.

"Well, you truly are as beautiful as they say-" You can feel a slight blush creeping onto your face at his words. "-but you hold no similarities to your father."

"Well, I am as skilled with a sword as he is and I take pride in being a dragon rider as he does but I suppose that is where the resemblance stops.”

As if on cue your dragon poked your back to get your attention. Though you only stumbled a little closer to Oscar, your hand grasped his bicep out of reflex and he placed a hand on your waist to steady you. There were only mere inches between your faces and you realized the two of you were the same height.

"I think it's a good thing," Oscar said, his voice a little quieter now. "How you differ from your father."

Neither of you retracted your hands from each other and it did not go unnoticed as Oscar looked at your lips.

Your dragon let out a huff of annoyance.

"I think I need to go back to Harrenhal," You spoke just as quiet. "But do come by if anything changes regarding the Lord Paramount."

You looked at Oscar's lips for a moment.

"Or for anything at all," You added quickly.

A confident smile grew on Oscar's face.

"I will," He told you.

"Good."

You stayed staring at each other for a moment and your dragon hissed a bit aggressively. You looked over your shoulder, not dropping your hand from Oscar, to look at the beast who seemed very irritated. You looked back at Oscar, the smile still hadn't left his face.

You finally dropped your hand and stepped back and Oscar folded his hands behind his back.

"Til then," You stated.

"Til then, my Lord," He said.

You gave him one last smile before mounting your dragon. Although you weren't looking, you could feel his eyes on you as took to the sky.

You were the new kid in town, like none of your boxes were unpacked type of new, when you first beat the high score on the pinball machine. There were tons of arcades in your hometown where you would constantly play pinball but here, there was only one pinball machine in a local convenience store.

You were supposed to get a few things for your family but you couldn't help yourself when you saw the machine tucked away in the corner. So, of course, you played a single round and managed the beat previous high score. Proud of yourself considering the old high score was super high, you got what you needed and headed back to your new house.

You didn't think much of it until about a week later when you stopped in the convenience store again. You noticed your score was beaten. Both impressed and irritated, you took a minute to beat the newest high score. A minute turned into five minutes which turned into ten which turned into- you guys get the point. You stayed at the machine for quite awhile before beating the score.

A smile grin on your face as you headed out of the store, completely forgetting why you were in there in first place. So when you did remember what you needed, you turned around and went back in to get it.

That's when you first saw him. Pinball Vance Hopper. You had heard a little bit about him from your short time at school and it was nothing positive.

Vance was holding some kid up by the collar of his shirt and yelling in his face.

"Do you know who fucked with my game, cunt head!?"

You rolled your eyes. Sure, you were annoyed when your score was beaten but it's game. Then again, his nickname was literally Pinball.

The kid fearfully pointed at you where you stood by the doorway.

Vance turned to look you and your voice got stuck in your throat. He was surprisingly beautiful, nothing like what you had pictured. He had a shag of blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, and wore a denim vest that showed off his toned arms.

You swallowed thickly before approaching him.

"I didn't fuck with your game, I simply beat your score," You told him harshly.

"Same difference," He snapped.

Vance let go of the kid and the kid sprinted out the store. The other kids still in the store watched as you met Vance stood eye to eye.

Vance then grabbed you by the shirt and slammed you into the nearby coolers.

"Don't fuck with my game, new kid," He shouted.

"I didn't fuck with it," You repeated, reaching out and gripping his vest. "I just beat your score! Besides, your nickname is Pinball shouldn't you be able to beat me?"

Vance blinked at you, relaxing his grip a little.

"What the shit kind of question is that," He said. "Of course, I can beat you.”

"Then beat me.”

You two stared at each other for a few moments before Vance let go and went back to the pinball machine. You stood slightly to the side and watched.

He did manage to beat your score even if it took a hot minute.

"See, ass hat, told you I'd beat you," Vance gloated, smirking smugly.

It was kind of hot. You shook your head.

"And I'll probably beat that score too," You stated.

"Then go ahead and fucking do it!"

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, I don't want to be here all night. Listen, we'll meet again tomorrow after school and keep doing this alright?"

You held your hand out to shake and hoped Vance would be cool with this. He looked you up and down then took your hand.

"Fine."

You grinned.

——

You and Vance ended up playing together practically everyday after school. It was aggressive and competitive at first but it mellowed out after a few weeks, eventually it become a friendly meet up. If you were asked, you would say that Vance was your best friend since moving here. You honestly didn't think Vance could mellow out but here you were, laughing with him as the two of you walked home.

He had started walking you home a few weeks ago. It nice, spending time with him and getting to see what was under the rough exterior. Not that it had any less swears or a softer tone but it was still nice.

It was also great because no one gave you a hard time anymore, too scared of what Pinball Vance might do.

"See you at the store tomorrow," You asked as the two of you arrived at your house.

"Shit, yeah man," Vance replied. "Tomorrow."

You grinned and waved, turning to head into your house when he grabbed your wrist.

"Wait, one more thing," Vance started and for once he sounded nervous.

You turned to face him, waiting patiently.

"Wanna like meet up before school tomorrow," He asked and it made you realize you've only ever hung out at the convenience store.

You grinned again, "'Course dude.”

Vance nodded, the smallest smile on his face, "Tomorrow then."

He didn't let go of your wrist or make an effort to walk away, if anything it seemed like he inched closer to you.

Then Vance kissed you. It was the quickest peck known to man before he turned around.

"See ya, asshole," He called as he walked away.

You blinked. There was no way in hell that just happened.

"Hey wait," You yelled, running after him.

He cautiously turned around when you caught up with him.

You grabbed Vance's vest and pulled him in for a real kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed back enthusiastically. The two of you probably shouldn't be doing this for all your neighbors to see but neither of you cared.

"Think you could just do that and run away, pretty boy," You teased. "I had to one up you."

Vance grinned at that, a real genuine grin. The sight made your heart race. He tried to hide the smile after a few seconds.

"I already saw the smile."

There was red dusting his cheeks as he continued to try and fight the smile.

"Whatever, fuckhead," When Vance spoke there was no real venom in his voice. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You didn't bother to hide your grin, "Yeah."

The grin stayed there as you walked back and into your house. You knew you would cherish this moment forever.

And you did. As Vance wouldn't meet up with you at school tomorrow or at the store by the pinball machine or ever again. You wouldn't be able to laugh with him again or feel his lips against yours. That memory would be the last thing you had of Pinball Vance Hopper.

This had started through pure curiosity. All you wanted was to get a closer look at Issac's mechanical heart, to try and understand how it worked. Issac didn't mind at all, he even allowed you to touch it.

Which is what led to the current situation.

You had Issac pressed against the table in his lab. Both of you wrapped up in each others arms with barely any space between you two.

Your fingers pressed gently against the gears of Issac's heart and moved them manually, he released another gasp at the feeling. Your other hand gripped Issac's hair and pulled, making sure you had a clear view of the zombie's face.

Issac pressed his crotch harsher against your thigh, grinding and rubbing as he chased his own pleasure. His mouth open wide as he let out little gasps and moans with each movement.

You watched with fascination as the gears moved under your fingers and Issac's sweaty chest rose with each deep breath. It was such a stunning sight. The mad scientist falling apart under your hands.

Issac clutched your arm as he got closer to sweet release. His other hand moved, with the few coherent thoughts he had left, down your torso. Issac started messily palming you over your slacks. You responded by grinding into his hand.

The two of you rubbed against each other as you both felt your orgasms get closer and closer.

Drool had started to fall from Issac's mouth, you leaned forward and licked it up before kissing him. You nipped and bit at his lips before plunging your tongue into his mouth. More drool trailed from Issac's mouth but no one would be able to tell if it was his or yours.

"So close," Issac slurred against your lips.

You only responded by continuing to move the gears in his heart and trailing kisses down his neck.

Issac's moans turned to breathless pants, his hips moved more franticly, and his hand moved less rhythmical against your groin as he got closer.

You pulled away from his neck and smirked as you took in the sight before you.

Issac Night, the undead genius, rapidly thrusting his hips against you with drool smeared over his face and eyes half lidded.

You gave a tug to his hair and leaned closer to his ear, "Come for me, baby."

Issac let out a high pitched moan as he came in his pants, hips stuttering. You couldn't help but release at the sight of him falling apart because of you. A groan left your lips as you pressed closer to Issac, warm cum filling your pants.

"Fuck," You muttered.

Issac panted and pushed his face into your shoulder.

"Not quite," Issac spoke breathily. "But maybe next time."

You rolled your eyes fondly before really comprending his words.

"Next time?!"

He is the sweetest boyfriend ever

He'd take you on surprise dates, it would normally be at the drive in movies but he's got a whole list of ideas ready

On movie dates Robin will have your favorite snacks at the ready or will buy them for you

Depending on what movie is playing he'll be paying close attention or just trying to give you affection

If you like the movie though he'll focus on it as he wants to show an interest in your interests

Speaking of your interests, Robin loves to listen to your favorite music

The two of you could spend hours in each other's room just listening to music and hanging out

You'd bandage his hands and other injuries he gets from fighting and Robin would just admire your face as you work

Considering the time period there are two thoughts, Robin is either somewhat affectionate and beats up the homophobes or is he not affectionate at all and you two choose to hide your relationship

Either way Finney is the first to know about your relationship and then Robin and you slowly tells the other boys and Gwen, they all have positive reactions

You’d go on double dates with Gwen and Ernesto, even if only the four of you know it’s a double date

Robin is the most affectionate in private

He likes to just hold onto you somehow, whether it's cuddling or just hand holding he loves it

Robin loves to kiss you not necessarily to take it to the next level or anything, he just likes kissing you, your hands, your face, anywhere

Has a bunch of nicknames in both English and Spanish he calls you (I love when Miguel talks in Spanish it makes me gayer)

You knew of Finney Blake. Everyone did. Finney Blake killed the Grabber and ended the nightmare that was over taking your town.

But you had never really talked to him. The two of you never having classes together and then being in different social circles once high school started. If you could really say that Finney Blake had a social circle, he became more of a loner.

It wasn't til a random Tuesday that you had actually had a conversation with Finney Blake.

You were skipping class to go smoke behind the bleachers, being the resident pothead this was not out of the ordinary.

What was out of the ordinary was when Finney Blake approached you. He looked nervous and a bit out of place with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hey man," He said causally, taking a spot next to you.

"Hi," You replied easily.

There was silence after that. You continued smoking your joint and he just continued to stand next to you.

"So… how much for a few joints?"

You turned to look at him, your mouth slightly agape.

"What?"

——

You had been selling to Finney for a few months now. You weren't just selling to him though, Finney had started to stick around. Sometimes you two would smoke in silence, not as awkwardly as the first time, and sometimes you two would talk about random bullshit.

It almost felt like you two where friends. Almost.

It wasn't until Finney invited you over his house that you realized you were actually friends. He even invited you to stay the night. It was a chance in pace compared to the quick smoke sessions you had but hey, who were you to complain. You enjoyed Finney's presence.

Currently, the two of you were laid out on his bedroom floor. It was late and you were trying to fall asleep after sharing a single joint with Finney. The two of you seemed to have the same routine of smoking before bed.

Finney was already fast asleep next to you, his soft breathing was the only sound in the room. For an unknown reason he choose the floor next to you instead of his bed. You didn't think too much about it.

You were looking around at the posters in his room as you willed sleep to take over. You noticed there were an assortment of space posters and a few newer band posters. You guessed the space posters were from when he was younger. It was sort of cute that Finney kept them up.

You ended up falling asleep to thoughts of what might have happened if you had met Finney earlier and had become friends when you were younger.

——

You were woken up by the sound of muttering. It was constant, annoying, and super close to your ear.

You blinked a few times before looking around the room. The little alarm clock on Finney's nightstand read that it was only four in the morning. You'd only been asleep for a few hours then.

You sighed and laid back down, facing Finney. He was the source of the muttering. Finney had curled in on himself and his brows were furrowed. It was clear he was having a nightmare of sorts.

You blinked. Finney probably came to you for weed to drowned out the nightmares and memories of his time with the Grabber. You weren't sure how you didn't think about this before. It was so obvious, he needed an escape.

You reached out and gently shook Finney's shoulders.

"Finney," You spoke quietly. "Finney!"

His eyes snapped open and he flinched away from you, sitting up. He breathed heavily, putting his head in his hands.

You sat up, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It was just a nightmare," You told him softly.

"It wasn't though," Finney's voice was rough as he spoke.

He leaned closer to you and you fully wrapped your arm around him. You hesitantly laid your head on top of his.

"He's gone is really what I meant," You replied.

"I know," Finney muttered.

"I'll remind you if you forget," You whispered without thinking.

Finney took his head out of his hands and buried his face in your chest. You wrapped your other arm around him. The two of you stayed there for a few minutes.

"Thank you," Finney said so quietly you almost thought you imagined it.

"Anytime," You promised.

You leaned backwards, pulling Finney with you to lay down. He stayed laying on top of you and you kept your arms around him.

You meant what you said to Finney. You would do anything to help him and take care of him because you cared for him, cared for him more than a friend did.

Before you could dwell on that fact you felt Finney's arms slowly wrap around your torso. The two of you laid tangled in each other's arms.

It wasn't like Ajax had never seen you feed, you guys were best friends and roommates. The only difference was that you normally drank the blood from some sort of package or bottle. It was just like watching somebody drink from their water bottle in class. It was never odd or awkward for either of you.

But this, this was completely different.

Ajax had offered to let you feed off him after you revealed you forgotten to do so all day. It had been a busy day and it was late, going to a teacher to get some seemed ridiculous to Ajax when he had plenty of blood.

Of course, you didn't agree immediately not wanting to hurt your best friend but Ajax insisted that it would be fine.

So here you are with your fangs in Ajax's wrists drinking your fill.

Ajax pressed his lips together to stop any noises from escaping as he watched blood trickle down from the corner of your lips. His blood specifically. It was a bright red contrast to your skin tone. The sight was strangely arousing to the gorgon.

The sensation of you biting him didn't hurt at all. There was a little prick to it but then his arm felt tingly and pleasant. It made him wonder how it would feel for you to bite his neck.

Ajax could only imagine it.

You straddling him on one of your beds with your fangs in the side of his neck. One your hands cradling his head while the other held onto his arm. Ajax tangling a hand in your hair and using the other hand to squeeze your hip. The two of you rolling your hips together.

Ajax was brought out of his daydream by the feeling of you licking his arm. He swallowed thickly as your tongue dragged up the inside of his foreman and he picture you licking somewhere else.

The blood around your lips had smeared and Ajax wanted to lean forward and kiss you. Get a taste of his own blood while the red covered both your mouths.

Ajax swallowed again as you looked up at him.

"You okay," You asked him, stilling gently holding his arm.

Ajax could only nod in response, not trusting his voice to speak.

"You sure?" Your eyes were filled with concern as you stared at your friend.

You let go of his arm and wiped the blood off your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Yeah," Ajax spoke in a rough tone. "Totally."

Ajax was definitely not okay. Not because he was in pain or hurt but because he realized that he needs to fuck you like he needs air to live.