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“I fucking hate you,” Nate groans, and presses his face into the lumpy mattress and moans loud. This dick- his First Dick- is fucking big, it feels like it’s splitting him open and turning him inside out, and it’s fucking magical in a way he’s never felt before. The owner of that fat cock chuckles as he pumps into him.

“Yeah, prettyboy? You hate me so much you bent over for me.” Fez laughs, barely out of breath, not missing a beat. It’s like he was made for this, like he was built to be this fuck machine that turns Nate’s world upside down with each thrust.

“You fuckin’ tell anyone-“

“You’ll do what?” Fez drawls, and slams fully inside of Nate with force, drawing a shout from the man. “You ain’t gonna do shit, boy.” Fez doesn’t move. His dick doesn’t even twitch. Nate pants, tries to think of a retort, but all he can think about is that Fez won’t fucking move.

“Can you- can you fuc-“

“Respect.” Fez says sharply, cutting Nate off. “Say it with respect.” There’s a vanishingly small part of Nate that wants to spin around and beat the everliving fuck out of Fez for that- the balls on this drug dealer to talk to him like that- but it’s very quickly outweighed by the part of Nate that wants that friction back, that drag inside of him that hits that perfect place that makes his spine quake. He blows out a breath.

“Please.”

“Please what?” Fez’s dick twitches, and that’s enough to make Nate’s thighs shake for a moment.

“Please-fuck-me.” Nate growls out. Fez laughs, that annoying, cocky chuckle, and Nate fucking screams in ecstasy as Fez rams him.

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• then

When Fez opens the door, the last thing he expects is Nate Jacobs. The tall douchebag just stands there, looking like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Fez looks at the scar above his left brow. He takes a bit of pride in his handiwork. He expects Nate to speak, hell, to pop off, but the man just stands there, looking at Fez with the most peculiar look.

“Watchu want, bro?” Fez says, standing a little taller. He’s thankful he’d sent Ash out on business. The kid would probably stab Nate in the heart if he saw him.

“To talk.” Nate says, his voice monotone. It’s a little like he’s forcing himself to speak. Fez raises his eyebrows.

“You ain’t welcome here, bruh. Back the fuck up.”

“I don’t gotta issue with you.” Nate says, rolling his eyes. “Matter of fact, you helped me. I wanna clear the air.”

“Consider it cleared, playboy. Peace.”

Fez goes to slam the door, but Nate’s hand is blocking it. Fez doesn’t fight it, just holds the door where it is. Nate’s expression has changed. He almost looks… desperate.

• now

“Why don’t you ever cum?”

“Shut up, prettyboy, get it back down your throat.”

Fez reclines his head on the back of the sofa, spreads his legs to give Nate more room to work, and takes a long slow hit off his blunt. He closes his eyes, grins, while Nate tries his hardest to take every inch down his throat. Kid’s a trooper, Fez thinks. He lets himself bask for a few more moments, then looks down. Nate’s fully hard, his eyes are screwed shut, and he’s reached the base.

Fez grabs the back of his head and starts thrusting.

• then

Nate’s fists clench. Fez has been laughing for at least three minutes.

“You- you-“ Fez tries, but the laughter breaks out again. Nate would be pissed, if he didn’t need this so bad. So he stands there, head down, until Fezco composes himself. “Goddamn, bruh. You wanna suck my dick?” It was hard enough to say it the first time. Nate just nods. “You ain’t the first guy who was tryin’ too, playboy. Just didn’t expect you to be wantin’ some.” Fez grins again, and Nate would hate him if he wasn’t so hot. If he didn’t confuse Nate’s feelings even more.

“Yes or no, dickhead?”

Fez tilts his head. He looks around the room, then he reclines on the couch. He keeps his eyes on Nate’s.

Nate lowers to his knees.

• now

“You don’t even cum when you fuck me,” Nate says, pulling off of Fez’s dick with a pop, trying hard to keep the edge of complaint out of his voice as best as he can. Fez sighs.

“Come on up and ride me. See what happens.”

Nate obliges. Much as he bitches and tries to act tough, this is the pattern they’d fallen into. He’d suck Fez for as long as he pleased, until either wanted to fuck. His issue- his main issue- is that Fez never came. Nate could count on several hands how many times Fez’s dick had drawn a mindblowing orgasm out of him, but never once has Nate tasted Fez’s cum. Or, better yet, felt it fill him up. He crouches over Fez’s lap, and lowers himself on the stiff prick, letting out a sigh bordering on relief as it slides inside him.

• then

Fez admits it. Nate has some talent.

He can’t remember the last time someone took him all the way down their throat. Nate seems focused, like it’s a challenge on the field he can overcome. Fez grabs Nate by the hair, and puts him to the test. He expects resistance when he starts fucking Nate’s throat, but the man just takes it, grabbing Fez’s thighs and holding on for dear life.

“Damn, bruh, you a natural.” Fez groans. Nate takes it for a few more moments, before pushing off and take his mouth off of his prize. He looks at Fez, really looks at him, and there’s something like vulnerability in his eyes.

“Fuck me.”

• now

“I want you to cum,” Nate moans, Fez’s hands on his hips, pounding upwards, deep in him. Nate’s already cum twice, the load cooling on Fez’s abdomen, but Nate has an objective, and he would complete it at all costs. “Please. Fucking please.” Fez is staring at him, his expression unreadable, beads of sweat dripping down his face. Frustration builds in Nate, almost overwhelming the pleasure rocketing through him with each thrust. “Fuck, Fez, do it, for fuck’s sake. Fill me up with your cum, goddammit!” Fez rams him in the perfect place, and Nate’s mind goes blank for a moment as he throws his head back and shouts. He doesn’t have time to recover. Fez is going at a brutal pace, a steady pace.

Nate looks back down at Fez, his mouth slack. Last resort, then. All or nothing. Nuclear option. He’s risking everything, this perfection, but he needs Fezco’s load more than anything right now.

He grabs Fez by the back of his neck, and kisses him deeply.

For the first time in all of the times they’ve fucked, Fez’s thrusts grow uneven. His legs shake. His pace grows even faster, and he moans against Nate’s lips.

Nate Jacobs feels triumph as he’s filled to the brim with shot after shot of Fezco’s cum.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Nate is screaming too loudly. Fez is far enough into pounding him that he doesn’t really care, but as a courtesy, his covers Nate’s mouth with his hand. Just for fun, he changes his angle, and Nate’s muffled moans grow hysterical. This is the second time they’ve fucked tonight, and it’s spur of the moment and a lot like how they started- Nate bent over the bed, Fezco relentlessly jackhammering him. It’s simplistic, and lets him forget about how complicated this is all becoming. He doesn’t know how he feels about Nate Jacobs, this twisted, broken man, but he knows that Nate is normal around him, he’s just a regular dude.

And the sex? Forget about it, the sex is incredible, it’s the best Fez has ever had, guy or girl. Nate just submits to him, devotes himself to Fezco’s pleasure, worships his cock and his cum. It’s easy for Fez to say he’s just using Nate, but the line is blurring with every kiss and every bashful look when they aren’t fucking. So Fez decides his needed a quick pound to clear his head. Nate happily takes it.

“I’m- I’m-“ Nate seems to be saying. Fez smirks, speeds up, and Nate screams into his hand, a sound that’s music to his ears. Nate’s body shakes, twitches. Fez is happy he had the foresight to put a towel down.

He slips out, exhaustion hitting him like a semitruck. He looks at the clock- its 2:30 in the morning. He wonders if Ash heard anything. He decides he’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now, Nate’s catching his breath, and he’s got that look in his eyes. The look he’d given him when he asked to suck his dick. The look he had when he asked Fez to fuck him. The look he had right before their first kiss. It’s the this might be a line I’m crossing look. Fez braces himself.

“Can… can I just sleep here tonight? S’all good if I can’t. I just figure it’s late, you know, and I’m pretty fuckin’ tired…” he trails off, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact but failing. His cheeks grow red. Fez hates that he thinks it’s cute. Fuck, Fez thinks. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Sure bro. Just don’t hog the blankets.” He grumbles, and Nate gets this look, somewhere between shock and happiness- Fezco realizes Nate probably wasn’t expecting to sleep in bed with him. Hoping, but not expecting. He doesn’t know how he feels about it, but his eyelids are heavy and Nate’s warm when he slides under the blanket, so he just leaves it all for tomorrow as he slips into sleep.

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He’d slept over.

Nate had slept in his bed.

Fez rubs the sleep out of his eyes, looks back over to the taller man. His face was peaceful in sleep, not warped with steaming anger or rapturous pleasure. It’s like he’s a different person. Slowly, so he doesn’t wake him, Fez slips out of bed, throws on his underwear, and leaves the room- he wants some fuckin’ coffee, and a joint.

He’s rolling up and waiting for his coffee to be done when the exact thing he didn’t want to happen, happens.

“You fucking that dickhead?” Ashtray says from the doorway, voice low and steely. Fez closes his eyes for a moment, tries to think of a way to shut this down while hating the fact he’s having this conversation. He doesn’t turn to look at his little bro, just focuses on his joint.

“It’s complicated.” He settles on, and of course, it’s not enough.

“I don’t got no issue with that gay shit,” Ash starts, voice just starting to rise. “But him? Fuck outta here with that. The fucks your issue? You on somethin’?” Ash is trying to goad him. Wants a reaction. Fez sighs, puts his hands flat on the counter top.

“Just leave it alone, Ash, damn.”

Ashtray stomps away, straight out the front door. Fez just takes a deep breath, squeezes his eyes shut. He didn’t know what to think or feel.

“Damn. You and Nate, huh?”

Everything is suddenly so much worse, because that’s Rue leaning in the doorway behind him.

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“Fuck you, playboy.”

“Like this is my fault? Why’d you let that addict in the house-“

“Fuck off, I swear to god-“

“You’ll what? Smash a fucking bottle over my head? Take another fucking cheap shot? You know my life’s on the fucking line here too-“

“She ain’t gonna tell no one-“

“So then what’s the issue? Why… why are you ending this?”

“There ain’t no ‘this’ no more. ‘This’ was a fuckin’ mistake, bruh. Go. Leave.”

Nate slowly comes to consciousness. His stomach hurts- his head hurts. He’d slept at an awkward angle, and his shoulder hurts. He rubs his eyes, a little too hard, and looks up at his ceiling as his vision unblurs. Fuck you, playboy. He moves suddenly, as if trying to preoccupy his mind, and he grabs his phone. It’s noon- he’d slept ‘till noon, and it’s par for the course this last week or so. He’s got twenty unread texts for Cassie, panicking as to why he’d ended things so soon- then she’s angry- apologetic- mad again. He leaves her on read. Maddie had sent him a peace sign emoji. None of these texts make him feel anything. His text, one single text, one ‘hey’, to Fezco is undelivered, which means he’s still blocked. Feeling vindictive, he blocks Cassie on everything.

The house is empty, which he’s thankful for. He looks like a fucking zombie as he ambles around, and his mom had the barest amount of concern at his new tendency to sleep until noon and stay locked in his room all day. He’d rather not deal with her half-assed attempts at worry. He downs a glass of water, looks at himself in the reflection of the window. His face twists. His resolve sets.

He throws on some sweats and a shirt, brings an apple for the ride for his lunch, and gets in his car, driving towards Rue Bennett’s house.

She pauses when she answers her door, confusion, concern and something like guilt flashing across her face in an instant. The mask slips on, and she’s composed, betrays no emotion to him.

“What’d you say to him.” He asks flatly; he stares at the ground. He can’t stand that he s referring to this with someone other than Fezco.

“Look… I’m sorry, I won’t tell anyone, I’m not that kind of-“

“I don’t care about that. What did you say to him, to make him…” he steels himself, he can’t believe he’s about to say it out loud. “To make him end what he and I had.” He finally looks up at her, and she looks… well, she looks shocked.  Like that wasn’t what she expected him to think. Her eyes search his face, and Nate wonders if she’s attempting to read his mind. He gets antsy, in fact, when she doesn’t reply for a moment; he looks away, sticks his hands in his pockets, glances around. When he looks back at her, she looks like she’s steeling herself as much as he had.

“I told him that I think he would be good for you. That,” she pauses, and that second of silence is unbearable for Nate. “that I think he could fix you.”

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He sits across the living room table from Fezco, and he feels as though they’re on a precipice. Feels as though they’re either about to cross a line, and truly live- or they’ll back off, and be dragged down by what-if .

“So watchu think would happen?” Fezco drawls. He won’t meet Nate’s eyes. But Nate stares at him, takes in the handsome face of this man that had redefined his life so completely and utterly that he was still stuck trying to internally understand himself. He takes in every detail, just in case. Just in case it doesn’t happen. “We’d shack up, and live happily ever after? White picket fence? Li’l kids runnin’ around the yard?” Fezco still won’t look at him. Nate stares. “That ain’t me. I’m stuck with this life, bruh.”

“Then so am I.” Nate states, voice far stronger than how he felt internally. Internally, he was that broken young kid again, shaking in a corner and lost. Internally, he was gasping for air.

“That’s a death sentence, bruh. You askin’ for a one-way ticket to the morgue. Scary shit happens to people in my life. People get hurt. Don’t…” Fez’s eyes catch Nate’s, but only for a moment; Fezco grows agitated, rubs his head with both hands and leans forward. He looks at the ground and clasps his hands. “Don’t let me do that to you.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Nate still stares at him. There’s boxfans buzzing; Ashtray listens to trap music in his room. The muffled bass buzzes. Nate closes his eyes slowly, takes a deep breath. This all started because he crossed a line. Every escalation… every beautiful escalation… was because Nate took that chance on the cliff’s edge. Why stop now , he thinks to himself. What more can I lose?

“I’ve spent my life feeling like I was shouting out a question, you know. Shouting it to the sky, and not getting an answer. And I haven’t ever really… reacted well to that. I never was the most stable, the most normal, no matter how hard I tried to pretend I was. And there’s a lot feeding into that- some of it other people’s fault, but most of it mine. But with you… I felt, I don’t know, normal? I felt like that piece of me screaming a question was silenced, was finally shut up and told to fuck off. And it was fuckin’ blissful, man, that silence. It was all I’d ever wanted. I think that’s why I pushed so hard. It was like a drug. I needed more of that silence, and you, of all people, were my dealer. Kinda funny, isn’t it?

“But when it ended, it was like a void. The questioner hadn’t been silenced… he was gone. And I realized then, that for better or for worse, you didn’t silence the question, Fezco. You answered it. So yeah. I’m gonna stay, I’m gonna try to be with you, and I’m gonna accept the risks and the challenges. ‘Cause I love you.”

It hangs in the void between them. Fez stares at him. Nate wonders if the room was echoing, but he realized it was his own heart pounding in his ears. Fezco stands up suddenly, rounds the table, and kneels in front of Nate. He puts his hand on Nate’s cheek tenderly.

“Nate,” he says simply,

and off the cliff they go…

.

They rest in the afterglow, on that lumpy mattress, in that house stinking of weed, sunset casting orange light through the crooked blinds. Fezco strokes Nate’s cheekbone with his thumb, and Nate smiles gently. Fez kisses his cheek.

“Love you too, playboy.”

fin.