Back to present day…<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\nAs Connor tripped about his merry way to university, he pondered about his one-time best friend.<\/p>\n
Thirteen years really change some people,<\/i> thought Connor.<\/p>\n
Having heard from his mother that “that darling little Addy Mitchell” was coming back to town and “going to the same school as you! Won\u2019t that be fun?” Connor gamely agreed to meet with his childhood best friend for dinner. That, he soon found out, was a mistake. Faded memories of the sweet, thoughtful boy from his youth were shattered as soon as Connor opened the door, when Addison disdainfully eyed Connor\u2019s body and then smirked with haughty contempt. Connor, unsure of how to react to being checked out by his former kindred spirit (their being kindred spirits having been Addison\u2019s idea, not his), but definitely angered by the smirk (which he would become woefully familiar with in the following months), decided to reserve his own judgment for the moment and held back a brusque retort.<\/p>\n
The fact that Addison had grown up quite a bit and quite nicely had no effect on Connor\u2019s reservation, either. In any case, the rest of the evening was to be no better as Addison, who had apparently lost his introverted ways and had become a social chameleon, chatted it up with everyone in the room while reserving discreet scowls and glares at Connor.<\/p>\n
Connor didn’t know why Addison hated him. All he knew was that he now most definitely hated Addison. It was all because of that annoying little smirk that popped up every time he looked at him, and the way he managed to trip Connor every time he brought out a dish, and the way that lean, slender body of his teased him so and\u2014<\/p>\n
Oops,<\/i>Connor thought. That has got to stop.<\/i><\/p>\n
Connor took a deep breath in hopes of ridding himself of those oh so tantalizing (and by tantalizing, Connor of course meant outrageous and disturbing) images of Addison running through his head.<\/p>\n
Then, a familiar voice called out teasingly, “What\u2019s wrong, Connor? You’re not hyperventilating, are you?”<\/p>\n
Connor tensed immediately. That voice! That soft, mellow voice that rang so (not pleasantly,<\/i> Connor quickly interjected) distinctly (much better,<\/i> Connor thought.) always made Connor bristle in defense, a response cultivated from that first disastrous dinner that took place many months ago and all the unfortunate meetings thereafter.<\/p>\n
“It can’t be that you’ve missed me so much you’ve started hyperventilating!”<\/p>\n
“What do you<\/i> want?” Connor snapped, regarding Addison sourly.<\/p>\n
Addison smiled a bit. It was not a particularly nice smile, but it still maintained a rather turn-thy-heart-to-goo quality to it. But Connor\u2019s heart was still solid. Or at least that\u2019s what he told himself.<\/p>\n
“Just here to chat, ” he said casually. “It\u2019s been a while, hasn\u2019t it? ”<\/p>\n
Connor cursed inwardly.<\/p>\n
Of course it\u2019s been a while. That\u2019s generally what happens when one party goes through thorough lengths to avoid the other party.<\/i><\/p>\n
Such lengths included switching several classes abruptly through the year as well as moving suddenly and renting a new apartment under a false name. (For the record, Connor maintains that his actions were both normal and justifiable. However, he does not care to waste time debating over what constitutes as normal and justifiable.)<\/p>\n
“\u2014this Saturday?”<\/p>\n
“Huh? ” Connor questioned, in his most eloquent manner.<\/p>\n
“Yes or no, Connor.”<\/p>\n
Does he want me to say yes or no? What did he ask me? Maybe this is one of those stupid mind games where he wants to me to say yes, but I know he wants me to say yes, but he knows I know he wants me to say yes, so I say no, but then he knows that I know that he knows that\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n
Connor\u2019s brain short-circuited.<\/p>\n
“Sure,” Connor blurted out.<\/p>\n
“See you Saturday, then,” Addison said, his tone lofty and his trademark smirk apparent on his face.<\/p>\n
Wait, I didn\u2019t want to do that. I take it back, I meant no!<\/i><\/p>\n
Connor hurried to think of some way to tell Addison he actually meant “No, I hate you and I never want to see you again” as his mouth set up a time to meet on Saturday. Then Addison walked away, his confident frame searing itself into Connor\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
Why?<\/i> Connor thought desperately. Why did I say yes? I <\/i>knew I should\u2019ve said no! If I meet him this time, then\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n
Connor\u2019s usually more-than-sufficient ego shrank at the memory of his past encounters with Addison. While some took place at various parties and others happened to be chance encounters (which, curiously, occurred on a fairly regular basis), each time, Addison became more insolent, and his crimes (as Connor chose to think of them) against Connor grew exponentially to the number of encounters. While Connor gave Addison a chance to apologize for whatever atrocity he had committed then and in the past each time they met, every time, Connor huffed away from their meeting angrier than before and with what felt suspiciously like a loss on his side.<\/p>\n
Saturday approached rapidly and Connor became resigned to the fact that he would have to face Addison. Apparently “sick with mono (with a very<\/i> convincing scratchy-throat voice)” and “my grandmother isn\u2019t feeling well (complete with sincere voice hitches and a hint of sobbing)” weren\u2019t plausible enough excuses, and Connor couldn\u2019t make his stomach calm down enough to call a third time and tell him straight out, “I hate you.”<\/p>\n
And then, his time was up. Saturday, or OMGno Day, as Connor had taken to calling it, arrived, and his doorbell rang at precisely noon, as agreed on (more or less). Connor sullenly opened the door and got a face full of flowers. As he sputtered a bit, Addison glided into the small apartment, his critical, luscious (No, just critical!<\/i> Connor sternly thought.) eyes taking in every aspect of the suspiciously clean living quarters (Connor would like to make a note here that he did not<\/i> clean his apartment just for Addison, but simply had some extra time on his hands.), but to Connor\u2019s surprise, made no snide remarks of any sort. Instead, he merely turned to Connor, and simply said, “Let\u2019s go.”<\/p>\n
Connor, momentarily flustered (but, of course, quickly and smoothly recovering) by the lack of instigation on Addison\u2019s part, set the rather large flower bouquet aside and away they went.<\/p>\n
To Connor\u2019s further surprise, the day went without a hitch. They walked around in the park, window shopped for a bit, and ate a late lunch at a charming little diner that Connor had never noticed before while Addison told various little anecdotes. As lunch wound down and both boys were down to their last slices of peach pie, there was a lull in the conversation. Connor considered it, as many of things that occurred that day, strange because it was very comfortable, and he was very comfortable and warm and fuzzy feeling. Maybe it was all the pie? In any case, feeling as at ease as he was, Connor allowed the words to stream from his mouth.<\/p>\n
“Addy, why did you hate me so much before today?”<\/p>\n
Time froze, along with Addison\u2019s face. For the first time since his return, it seemed the chameleon was out of place. Connor, however, did not cherish the moment of revelation, as he had sworn he would so many times, but instead, frantically wracked his brain for some way to take back his question, his stupid, stupid question before giving up and mourning the loss of the beautiful friendship that had taken the day to build.<\/p>\n
Connor viciously thought, Stupid pie! You made me feel too happy and comfortable and\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n
“I. Didn\u2019t hate you.” Addy\u2019s warm brown eyes offered Connor a way out, a way to smooth things over and move on.<\/p>\n
Connor yearned to accept Addison\u2019s simple answer, but couldn\u2019t (Not just because he was indignant about the injustices which had befallen him by Addison\u2019s hands, but also because it would really, truly be wrong. Really.).<\/p>\n
“Liar.” And with that word, Connor stood, threw some bills on the table, and stalked out, disregarding Addison\u2019s calls.<\/p>\n
Why? Why didn\u2019t I just say, “Sure, OK, let\u2019s go see a movie now!”<\/i> Connor berated himself as he stumbled into his apartment and staggered to his bedroom to mope.<\/p>\n
And then, he was there, mildly disheveled and a little out of breath (and yet, Connor noted, still irritatingly good looking). Without a word, he pushed Connor onto the bed.<\/p>\n
“Kindly unhand me,” Connor said in his haughtiest manner.<\/p>\n
“I never hated you,” Addison replied, his voice tight.<\/p>\n
Connor rolled his eyes. “Do you seriously not remember the entire period after you moved back here? Then let me remind you. Until today, you have not looked at me without a sneer on your face or talked to me without degrading me. Then, we went out today, and you know what? It was fun. I actually really enjoyed myself until you lied about the whole hating me thing. How can you say you didn\u2019t hate me when you\u2019ve acted the way you did? And why\u2019d you just suddenly change? Seriously, what\u2019s wrong with you? I mean, just because you\u2019re somewhat hot and everything doesn\u2019t give you the right to be all bipolar. Now will<\/i> you let go of<\/i>\u2014”<\/p>\n
Dear Reader, you may see that Connor has stopped talking. Worry not, he did not have a heart attack as a result of his impassioned rant. No, Reader. Little danger is to come of him, aside from potentially suffocating. Although, even if he were to suffocate a bit, it doesn\u2019t seem as though he would mind too much.<\/p>\n
Addison\u2019s lips were on Connor\u2019s, hard and still at first, but as Connor showed no resistance, his lips became more pliant, easing over Connor\u2019s shocked mouth until he thawed, becoming both eager and responding. In between light, peppered kisses and a frantic rush to get rid of Connor\u2019s shirt, Addison whispered, “I\u2019ve always loved you.”<\/p>\n
Connor\u2019s eyes flew open and he gaped at Addison, impossibly surprised. Before he could voice his confusion, however, Addison once again latched onto his mouth, ravenously attacking what had for so long been withheld from him. Connor moaned as Addison thrust his tongue against Connor\u2019s.<\/p>\n
“Why aren\u2019t you getting naked?” Connor grumbled (or something like that, although it\u2019s hard to tell through the sloppy kisses they shared, eager to taste each other).<\/p>\n
Having said that, Connor rolled over and pulled Addy to the side of the bed. Then, he tore off Addison\u2019s shirt, haphazardly throwing it onto what had been his meticulously clean floor; next came the pants and then\u2014<\/p>\n
Connor sighed with appreciation at the bulge nicely outlined by Addy\u2019s skin-tight briefs. Carefully inching down the offending briefs (nothing against them, they were just in the way), Connor freed Addy\u2019s hardened cock and lowered his head. Lifting his eyes to meet Addy\u2019s, Connor pressed a kiss to the seeping tip. At the soft kiss, Addy closed his eyes and moaned, unable to look into Connor\u2019s eyes without feeling the danger of coming far too soon.<\/p>\n
Parting his lips, Connor slipped out his tongue, dragging it up and down Addy\u2019s cock as Addy gasped and reached down to fist Connor\u2019s hair. Having tasted every inch, Connor moistened his lips and opened his mouth, lowering his head to take in Addison\u2019s whole length. No longer thinking, but moving based on pure feeling, Addy rhythmically thrust back and forth into Connor\u2019s mouth. Connor felt glorious as Addy pounded into him, reveling in the slurping and his aching jaw and Addy\u2019s heady smell and the sheer feeling of purpose he felt when Addy moaned, like he did every time Connor tightened his mouth just so.<\/p>\n
Addy\u2019s grip on Connor\u2019s hair tightened and he managed to gasp out, “I\u2026I\u2019m going to come!”<\/p>\n
With that promise, Addy delivered most copiously, his head jerking up and Connor\u2019s name bursting from his lips. Connor sucked hard, milking Addy for all he had. Once the streams of come subsided and Addy\u2019s cock softened, Connor slid his mouth off with a squishy pop. Connor licked his lips and quipped, “So, that was fun, wasn\u2019t it?”<\/p>\n
In response, Addy reached down and grabbed Connor, his eyes intense. Pushing him down, Addy covered Connor\u2019s mouth with his lips, tasting his own come on Connor. His fingers ghosted down Connor\u2019s body, stopping to play with his nipples. As he tugged and rubbed them in turn, Connor arched his back in pleasure. Soon, Addy\u2019s mouth joined his clever fingers and he nipped at the hardened peaks, smoothing out any pain with gentle sucking.<\/p>\n
Connor gasped, “S-stop!” Addy froze, lifting his head. Connor stuttered (although he\u2019ll never admit to it), “I-it\u2019s just that I-I\u2019m already really h-hard and\u2026” he trailed off. Addison understood immediately and smirked. If Connor hadn\u2019t been so needy at the moment, he would have had to hit Addison.<\/p>\n
Addy pulled off Connor\u2019s pants and underwear with little fanfare, pausing only to give Connor\u2019s cock a quick pull (because really, who could resist?). Then, he turned Connor around and parted his cheeks to reveal the most charmingly puckered hole he\u2019d ever seen.<\/p>\n
“Lube,” Addy demanded.<\/p>\n
Wordlessly, Connor pointed to the drawer by his bed and after a bit of rummaging, Addy found it. With a generous amount coating his fingers and no little amount of anticipation, he began to push his fingers into Connor. Connor, however, surprised him with a hearty yell.<\/p>\n
“Owwww! Owowow!”<\/p>\n
Addison hurriedly pulled his fingers out. “Wh…What\u2019s wrong? You aren’t… Are you a…a virgin?”<\/p>\n
Connor glared at him. “Only with guys.” His eyes dared Addison to say it was a problem.<\/p>\n
Unwilling to say anything about what had quickly become an Awkward Situation, Addy paused, then shrugged and said, “Well, we\u2019ll have to save that for another day.” The chameleon was back in control.<\/p>\n
He flipped Connor back around, and leaned over his half-flaccid cock. After a bit of coaxing (read: much fondling), it was erect once again, and without further adieu, Connor found his cock enveloped in Addy\u2019s mouth, which was both deliciously warm and wet. Addy smoothly glided up and down Connor\u2019s length and Connor was unable to keep from lifting his hips in time with Addy\u2019s movements. Addy\u2019s hands snaked up to Connor\u2019s chest and played with his nipples once again and Connor was hard, more so than he had ever thought was possible. The feeling of Addy at his cock and his chest and the sight of Addy\u2019s soft blonde head bobbing up and down between his legs caused Connor\u2019s senses to overload and he came harder than he ever had before, his fingers digging into Addy\u2019s smooth shoulders and sighing as the unbearable pressure at his cock was relieved.<\/p>\n
Addy and Connor lay snuggled in Connor\u2019s bed, naked under a blanket. As Connor drifted off to post-sex oblivion, he turned to a tired but satiated Addison Mitchell and said, “For the record, I never said anything about loving you,” and closed his eyes with a smirk on his face, knowing Addy’s eyes were wide open.<\/p>\n<\/i>Love0<\/span><\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"by HOP (mirrors http:\/\/s2b2.livejournal.com\/25692.html) Connor hated him. No, he didn\u2019t just hate him. He hated him with a passion, loathed him with his innermost core of being until all his thoughts were filled with images of him and his irritatingly silky golden locks and his annoyingly perceptive chocolate brown eyes and his aggravatingly perfect lips […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[433,425],"tags":[444],"class_list":["post-2742","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-issue7","category-text","tag-hop"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2742","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2742"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2742\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3157,"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2742\/revisions\/3157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2742"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2742"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shousetsubangbang.com\/mirror\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2742"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}