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Rod and Nash were walking down the streets of Tacloban together side by side. Nash dressed in a black shirt with the 'KMFDM' logo plastered onto it, while Rod wore a basic white shirt. The 14 year old leant on his friend slightly without noticing, but the 15 year old didn't seem to mind it. "Can we go to my house? It's crowded here and our bullies are probably around." Nash mumbled quietly, looking around. "Sure, come on." Rod replied with a waving hand motion, signalling for the younger boy to follow him.
Nash immediately complied. He followed behind his friend almost anxiously, as if something was bothering him. Rod didn't notice it at first but when Nash started to breathe faster that's when he knew something was off. He turned around, facing the school boy. "What?" Nash asked, almost startled. The older boy tilted his head slightly to observe his friend. "Are you okay?" He asked, pressing his pointer finger to Nash's chest directly onto the KMFDM logo of his shirt.
"Eh?! Why wouldn't I be okay?" Nash snapped. Rod held his hands up in the air almost mockingly, "you just seem off, that's all." He whispered under his breath, turning around and continuing to walk. This time Nash walked more paranoidly, feeling guilty for snapping at his friend but he was too pussy to admit it. As the pair continued strolling to the 14 year old's house Nash spoke up again. "I'm sorry for snapping..." He hesitated, fidgeting with his hands.
He stopped, making Nash bump into his back because he continued to walk. "A-Ah! Why did you stop walking?" Nash grumbled, still feeling ashamed about earlier. He felt pathetic. "It's okay, Nash." Rod gave him a warm smile, one that did something to the 14 year old. It made his heart flutter. "Just k-keep walking! Bakit ang cute mo..." He retorted, incoherently mumbling the last part. He was very grateful Rod didn't hear it.
"Okay, okay." The 15 year old sighed, turning around yet again to continue the journey to Nash's house. It wasn't that far of a walk from where they were. On their way the two encountered countless street vendors, stray dogs, and school students in uniform walking home. Today Nash had skipped school so it wasn't that much of a big deal for him until he partially saw a group of his bullies. "That's them." Nash choked out, raising a trembling finger to point at them.
"Ay! Don't point! You don't want them to see us." Rod scolded. "Right, sorry..." Nash lowered his finger and hid behind his friend. "What are you doing?! Just because I'm big doesn't mean I'm your shield! We need to both get out of here." The older boy stated, grabbing Nash's arm and running. To be honest, the duo didn't really travel at a fast pace, Rod was slowing Nash down. "Faster Rod, go faster!" Nash shrieked, pushing his legs to the limit.
Eventually, they made it to the front door of the home. Exhausted and tired, they entered the house and Nash collapsed onto his bed alongside Rod. "So slow." Nash teased, using the last of his energy to chuckle and poke at Rod's stomach jokingly. "Hey stop that!" He said irritably. They both stared up at the ceiling for a bit just catching their breath. The way Rod panted when trying to steady his breathing suddenly made Nash hyperaware of his surroundings. He was in his bed, with his friend, sweaty and exhausted.
The 15 year old was practically breathing down his neck! Nash, embarrassed, sat up and scooted a bit away from Rod on the bed. "What are you doing? You're acting so weird today... kakaiba.." Rod pointed out, also sitting up now. "What? Me?" Nash awkwardly laughed, getting all up in the older boy's face. "You're being the weird one." He spat, still catching his breath from earlier. Their faces were basically an inch away and Nash hadn't noticed that until Rod's breath hit his face, making it warm.
Rod raised a brow at Nash's weird behaviour and he was about to start prying for answers until Nash pulled him in. "Mmngh!" Rod let out a sound of surprise, not expecting this. The 14 year old let out all of his pent up emotions into the kiss, barging his tongue's way into Rod's mouth. He swirled it around the older boy's tongue and let out a moan. His hands grabbed at the soft skin of Rod's stomach, kneading it like a breast. "Mmmm.." Nash exhaled.
Rod tasted faintly of chao fan, which is a Filipino dish inspired by Chinese food. Nash enjoyed it and continued to assault Rod's parted lips, using a tooth to pierce through the plush skin of his lower lip, drawing blood. He broke the kiss with a lewd wet sound. "N-Nash.. I.." Rod whined, confused but excited. "Shutup... Let me do this." Nash growled. This wasn't the usual reserved, withdrawn, quiet kid Nash usually was. No, this was the part of him he tried so hard to hide, but Rod awakened something inside of him, something full of desire and need.
"I want you, Rod." Nash spoke against his lips, continuing to lap up blood from the 15 year old's wound.
"W-We can't we're... Nash...You know we can't.." Rod spiraled on, denying his homosexuality.
"So stubborn.. Just accept it." The 14 year old urged on.
"I..I accept." Rod whined, feeling Nash drop his head down onto his shoulder and start to bite and suck at the supple skin of his neck.
"A-Ah! N-Nash..!" The 15 year old moaned, intertwining his fingers into Nash's dark hair and holding it for support. "Mm! A-Ah!" He continued to yelp. Red and purple marks were going to be plastered all over him tomorrow. He was probably going to wear a hoodie for the rest of the week to hide them. "Mmmm.." Nash hummed in pleasure, grinding his clothed bulge on Rod's thigh as he continued trailing kisses all over the boy's neck.
One spot in particular made Rod gasp, and it was the best thing Nash had ever heard in his entire life. "A-Ahhngh! N-Nash.. Not th-there... A-Ah!" He strained, feeling Nash rut against him and a warm substance leave itself on his thigh seeping through Nash's pants. The younger boy had came at the sound of Rod's moan.
Nash's mouth left his neck with a suction sound and he wrapped his arms around Rod, cuddling him. It was late now and Rod was too overstimulated and confused to go home. The 14 year old inhaled his scent and burried his nose deep into Rod's white shirt, letting out a satisfied exhale. "Clingy..." Rod muttered, gently running his fingers through Nash's hair. A short while later Nash went limp under him, asleep.
Rod accepted his fate and stayed where he was, pressing an affectionate kiss to the boy's forehead and succumbing to rest.