#lex miller fanfiction

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

What Lurks In The Dark

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x fem!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warning: Mild cursing, Mild Graphic description of violence

Summary: Paranoia had always been a common occurrence in her life so when the feeling of being watching started to rise in the back of her mind she couldn't tell if it was just a conjured-up feeling or reality. After a heavy night of avoiding anyone and everyone at all costs, a deal is sent her way that she would be a fool to pass up on or maybe a bigger fool for agreeing to it.

(Y/N): Your name

(H/C): Hair colour

(E/C): Eye colour

(F/C): Favourite colour

*Gif does not belong to me

Worn out Converses smacked against the concrete sidewalk as (Y/N) walked through the streets with purpose. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, the back of the (F/C) piece of fabric falling past his skirt and rubbing against the back of her stocking-clad thighs. Her (H/C) was pulled back and out of her face, a few wisps of hair falling out of the tie that kept the rest of her hair back and invading her vision.

(Y/N) tried not to stay in one place for too long, not when she had a doped-up dad with buddies all over the city. It was still beyond herself why she hadn't decided to flee the city yet. Perhaps the only reason she chose to stay was to keep an eye on her mother, but even then there wasn't much the woman was doing that gave (Y/N) a proper reason to stay behind.

She had only ever run into a few people that seem to recognise her. Normally, they would try and ask her if her dad had anything good going around or if she was carrying any on her. There was only one occasion where one of her dad's mates had tried to get physical with her, claiming she had to be brought back to where she belonged. It didn't take much to get the man off of her, mainly because he was drunk and clutching onto a half-empty beer bottle for dear life.

Tonight felt just like any night to begin with as she walked through the streets of San Francisco. She kept her head down and her hood up as she tried not to draw any more attention to herself than a teenage girl walking through the dark streets of San Francisco could get.

It was only when she saw the same boy with a bright green mohawk skate past her for the fourth time that she began to raise her guard. (Y/N) was willing to shake it off at first, but after seeing him a few too many times for comfort she began to realise she was being circled by the boy.

(Y/N)’s pace picked up only slightly along with her heartbeat. Her original plan was to try and lose him in some back alley that ran behind some of the apartment blocks and led back to one of the main roads. But upon further evaluation, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be followed into a back alley, even if she was being followed by a rather flimsy-looking boy that seemed to be around her age.

She had two other options that could work out in her favour, of course, with the possibility that her plans could backfire in her face. Her first option was to wait the boy out and lead him out to the main roads where she could hopefully lose him or he would be detoured because of the uprise in people. The second idea that had come to her mind was to try and meet the boy head-to-head and throw him off his course where she could try and get away from him in his moments of instability.

Both ideas could work out in her favour but just as easily give the green-haired boy the upper hand. In the case where she tried to lose him, he could get to her before she made it to a more crowded area and with the second choice he could overpower her, his looks may be deceiving to something stronger. Neither necessarily worked out in her favour but at least with the first option if she needed to she could make a run for it or later dissolve into the fight she was hoping it didn’t have to come down to.

In her head, the decision had already been made before she could properly think and weigh out her choices.

Turning left, (Y/N) felt the flesh of another hand latching onto her upper arm. Whipping her head around with a few strands of hair flying in the wind, (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the same boy that had been circling her as the night progressed. A choked yelp escaped from behind (Y/N)‘a lips at the sight of the boy, instantly trying to pull her arm away from him once it registered that the limb hanging onto her belonged to him.

“Woah,” The boy quickly called out, a laugh on the tip of his tongue as he planted a foot and held onto (Y/N) a tad bit tighter. Raising his chin a little, the green-haired boy said, “I’m just here for a fun time. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You creep,” (Y/N) quickly exclaimed, her lip curling in disgust. The boy's eyes seemed to widen at (Y/N)‘a words, like what he had said had finally registered in his head for the first time. Trying to keep a steady voice, she said, “Get off of me.”

“No can do, Runaway Legacy,” The boy’s overjoyed voice rang out, a matching unwavering grin plastered on his face. “Need to get you back to King's Dominion so I pass the assignment. I can’t let Lex get a good grade for this assignment this time around or he’ll have two to hold over my head.”

“One, I'm not going anywhere with you and your greasy mohawk,” (Y/N) started, getting cut off by the boy as he made his dissatisfaction known.

“It’s not greasy.”

(Y/N) gave the boy a deadpan at his words, watching as he raised his free hand in surrender and gave her room to speak once more. “Two, I don’t care about Lex or this assignment you claim that I supposedly am. If you want to kill someone, pick a different target. And three, the hill is a 'Runaway Legacy?'"

“I’m not going to kill you,” The boy exclaimed with a mortified gasp. “The whole point of this is to bring you back alive. Master Lin wouldn't have a use for you if we brought you back dead.”

“That’s not helping your case,” (Y/N) said, giving the boy a moment to answer before she kicked the skateboard out from under his foot, sending him skidding back in his moment in surprise. In his fall the boy had let go of her, so with a few steps forward, (Y/N) took control of the skateboard that the boy had just lost.

“Oh, come on!” She heard him call out from behind her as she began to pick up speed. As the boy stumbled to his feet, preparing to run after her he yelled, “Not cool man. Not cool.”

"Looks like your gonna have to go back to Master Lin empty-handed and fail your assignment," (Y/N) shrugged as she looked back at the boy only to find him a few paces from where he had originally fallen, not putting in too much effort to go after her. "I guess Lex is gonna be the one to bring home the gold."

"You would have much rather gone back with me, I promise," He called after her in a sing-song tone making chills shoot down (Y/N)'s spine. "If I don't get you, Lex or someone else will."

Shooting her head back around, (Y/N) focussed on getting away from the creepy boy and out of the part of San Francisco where she currently found herself in. But no matter where she went the feeling of someone watching her stuck with her throughout the night, making her never stay still for too long on the stolen skateboard she had obtained.

In the end, she didn't end up getting too far before another mysterious figure was making their way towards her.

"Oi, you've been assigned," A boy with cornrow braids said as he stepped towards (Y/N). He wore a dark athlete's hoodie with a toothpick between his teeth as his eyes scanned over her, landing on the skateboard beneath her feet where his lips twisted upwards. "Master Lin don't do well tardiness so we gotta move."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," (Y/N) uttered quickly, turning around the boy as she leaned heavily on one side of the skateboard. "As I said to your green-haired freak of a friend, this is an assignment you're gonna have to fail."

A loud scoff rang out from the taller boy. "Don't let any of the Rats hear you speaking about one of their own like that. They're known to not be as friendly as I am."

"I'll keep that in mind," (Y/N) said dryly, her (E/C) eyes half-hooded as she circled the boy. "Note to self, if you ever see someone looming in the dark, ask them if they are a Rat are not. It will certainly work out well in your favour."

A bemused chuckle left the boy's mouth as his shoulders bunched up and his head lowered. He reached up to pluck the toothpick from his mouth and flick it somewhere behind himself. "You're going to have to drop the attitude. That's the sort of thing that gets you killed in King's Dominion."

"Well, as I said to your Rat friend," (Y/N) began, not bothering to look over her should as she escaped from the boy as she already knew he would be lent against the wall behind him, "Master Lin's gonna have to learn that he ain't gonna get everything he wants."

"I would congratulate you for your bravery if what just left your mouth wasn't complete stupidity," The boy called out, not bothered by the ignorance he got in return. "Good luck escaping this one kid. No one gets away from Master Lin."

(Y/N) tried not to pay any mind to what the boy had said, attempting to let the words go through one ear and out the other. But the warnings she got from both strangers were daunting. Once was a coincidence but twice was an omen. And it didn’t take long until that omen was put into play.

Coming to a quick stop, the skateboard whipped out from under her feet as something knocked (Y/N) off her feet after rounding a corner. As she came crashing down a tall boy with blonde hair made his presence known. He spoke with a thick accent as he said, “We were told you were a Legacy, but I don’t see anything but a Rat.”

“Are you sure we’ve got the right girl?” Another voice spoke up with a just as thick accent. Coming to stand next to the taller dude was a girl with curly blonde puffed-up hair. She wore a cheerleader outfit with two dark-shaded pom-poms resting on her hips. “I’m not one to say Master Lin is wrong but this can’t be the girl everyone’s throwing a hissyfit over.”

“Would hate to agree with the emo cheerleader,” (Y/N) started as she stood from the ground, eyes landing on where the skateboard had fallen before looking up at the two blondes in front of her again. The girl had a glare on her face as she watched (Y/N), the title not sitting well with her. “But I think you and your other friends running around have to reevaluate who your stalking and threatening to kidnap.”

"We ain't going to have to kidnap you if you follow along willingly," The girl spoke up, popping a hip to the side as she stared expectedly at (Y/N).

"You see, as much as I would love to make this easy for you both," (Y/N) started to circle the two of them, stopping once she was at their sides and they had turned to face her. Trying to keep the attention on her face, she slowly stretched a foot out until it bumped into the skateboard lightly. Lifting her foot up until it rested on top of the board, she slowly pulled it back towards her. "I was taught not to go with people I don't know. You know, stranger danger."

The girl scoffed while the guy's face seemed to lift slightly. "There is no need to worry about strangers. I assure you, if you are the Legacy Master Lin claims for you to be, I am positive we will be far more than strangers."

"Ew, gross," (Y/N) shook her head, face twisting into disgust as she backed away from him with a few stumbled steps. "As enlightening as this whole interaction has been, I'd much rather decline and be on with my day."

"That's not going to happen, sweetie," The girl said stepping forward. With her steps, her hands moved from her hips, her pom-poms growing two large blades out of each one. (Y/N)'s eyes quickly flickered down to the spikes, taking a gulp as they seemed to glint in the streetlights. "We're allowed to take you back using whatever means necessary, and if that means by force… then so be it."

(Y/N) didn't need to wait another second to figure out what that means. Turning and launching herself onto the skateboard and onto the pathway. Thinking back to her earlier plans, (Y/N) starts to migrate her way back to the more crowded places of San Francisco. Maybe then she would finally be able to escape the several advances of strange teenagers and Master Lin, whomever that may be.

The pair of blondes must have been prepared for (Y/N) to make a run for it since they weren't too far behind her. The skateboard didn't act as much help and she probably would have been better off legging it herself but there was no time to jump off and hope for the best.

At the first sight of a large crowd of people, (Y/N) could feel some relief starting to creep up inside of her. That hope quickly diminished as something sharp pierced through her shoulder. She didn't scream but a deep disgruntled sound tore through her throat as she fell from the skateboard, crashing into a few pedestrians that gave her disgusted looks as they went barreling down with her.

Climbing to her knees, (Y/N) pushed herself up quickly. She crawled forward a step before she was tripping over her feet to stand once again. People parted the way for her as a hand craned back to wrap around one of the blades that had lodged in close to one of her shoulder bones. A steadying breath was taken as she began to inch the blade from her flesh. She kept walking as she tried to pull it out, stuttering in her steps every once in a while as she fought down a wince and had to pause in her movements. When a coalesced hand gripped hers, she turned around quickly, ready to see one of the attendants she had already run into that night. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What?" (Y/N) questioned as she focused on the boy that had come up behind her. He had dark curly hair that was cut into a short mullet. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and some jeans, something plain to blend in. In one of his hands was the skateboard (Y/N) had discarded earlier.

"Pulling the weapon that punctured you from the wound," He said as he carefully tore (Y/N)'s hand away from the blade stuck in her shoulder. "It's like basic knowledge at this point."

"I think I was more concerned about getting away from the two lunatics that were chasing after me." (Y/N) watched with narrowed eyes as she pulled her hand away from the boy. "And why do you sound so calm? Anyone else would be a bit more worried about the massive chunk of steel sticking out of my back…"

"Well…" The boy said, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck.

"You're one of them, aren't you?" The words came out like venom, already backing away from the boy as her hand shot back up to clutch at her shoulder while her head tipped back so she could stare up at the sky. "Why won't you and the rest of your Rat and Legacy friends leave me alone?"

"If it makes you feel any better, you were able to avoid Saya and Maria last night. They didn't come back to King's Dominion until lunch today because they didn't want to be failed," The boy offered the information to (Y/N), trying to smile in some form of reassurance. All the boy got in return was the annoyed stare of (Y/N) as she began to turn away from him. With hurried steps to keep up with (Y/N), the boy said, "Of course that wouldn't make you feel better. Look, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to trust, but if you let me take you back to King's Dominion-"

"Absolutely not," (Y/N) exclaimed, effectively cutting the boy off. She shook her head as she waved a hand at the boy, trying to shrug him off. "I've been running away from people trying to drag me to that place. Why would I willingly go with you of all people?"

"Because we have healers," The boy said exasperated. One of his hands jotted forward to reach out for (Y/N) but stopped at the large flinch on her part when he got too close. "I'm not saying you have to stay, hell you could be out of there as soon as the medics are done with you. But you'll have a better chance of coming with me than you will be trying to get help at a hospital.

When (Y/N) couldn't think of anything to say, the boy took it as his signal to keep on speaking.

"I was just like you once, okay? Scared and living on the street, on the run from cops and anyone who got too close. King's Dominion is far from a home or somewhere safe, but if you're willing, you can find yourself fitting in with the right group of people and making something for yourself there," It wasn't the lecture (Y/N) wanted to hear but it seemed to knock some sense into (Y/N)'s head. “Yeah, most of the people there are scum-sucking ducks, and the teachers couldn’t care less if you got poisoned or shot at, but at least you’ll have a future there. And hey, maybe in a month or two you’ll get to be the one chasing kids down the street trying to recruit them into this secret society where they could go and work for NASA even.”

“What does NASA have to do with any of this?” (Y/N) questioned with furrowed brows, allowing the boy to get a little closer to her and place a steadying hand on her back near the puncture wound.

“More than you think,” He laughed. (Y/N) turned to him, trying to arch one of her brows to show her confusion, only getting a shake of the boy's head as if signalling it was for another time. "I'm Marcus."

"(Y/N)," She says, allowing Marcus to push her forward and lead her King's Dominion, keeping an eye out for any of the strange faces she had run into previously that night. "You know your little rant wasn't very effective if you were hoping to get me to stay at King's Dominion."

"Yeah, the more I spoke the more I began to realise that." No one seemed to care much for the blade sticking out of (Y/N)'s back, passing by as if there wasn't a thing wrong with the image. (Y/N) couldn't decide if that was a good thing or if it was alarming how much people were willing to ignore what was right in front of them. "But I was inspirational, wasn't I?"

"Oh, very," (Y/N) concluded, a scruff of a smile appearing on her face. "Had the troops rallying. Could barely contain my excitement to get to this place where I'll have scum-sucking kids drooling over me and knobs of a teacher cursing me to do homework that will hopefully get us all killed"

"Don't be surprised if that's their objective," He warned before abruptly turning into a food store where a few people were already waiting. As (Y/N) followed after him, a question on the tip of her tongue as she stepped into the store which quickly dissolved as she saw some familiar faces.

"Hey Marcus, you got my skateboard back," The green-haired boy from earlier yelled happily as he jumped off one of the tables he had comfortably taken a seat on. Bounding over he extracted the board from Marcus before looking over at (Y/N). "I thought Marcus may have been able to woo you over here. I get it, I'm not your type. At least Lex wasn't able to get to you and bloody you up too badly."

"I wouldn't say that," Came the voice (Y/N) grew to find annoying. The same bush of blonde hair came wandering over, plucking the blade from (Y/N)'s shoulder, earning a gargled-out wince from the (H/C) haired girl as a hand shot up to apply pressure to the now exposed wound. Thick welts of blood began to smear across her fingers as she was guided through the store. "I think I did a pretty dandy job of giving her her first King's Dominion scar."

A scorn flashed across (Y/N)'s face as Marcus kept her moving, pushing her away from the blonde girl. It was then that her attention was caught by a boy with poorly bleached hair that he had been able to spike up. "Looks like you were able to strike out before me Marcus, good work there chap."

An uncertain familiarity took over (Y/N) at the sight of the boy. She found herself going out on a limb and asking, "Are you the famous Lex that greasy over there was going on about all night?"

"Someone been talking about me?" Lex asked with a bemused grin, eyes skittering around the room.

At the same time as Lex spoke, the green-haired boy yelled out, "My hair is not greasy!"

"Oh, I'm gonna like this one," Lex announced before he started to walk to the backdoor of the small building. "Now, you've been keeping Master Lin waitin' a long time. You ready to meet the man and be turned into a killer?"

Despite herself, (Y/N) found herself looking back at Marcus. She was either seeking out his reassurance or guidance, something she wasn't sure why she was doing. His shoulders quickly raised in an act of surrender. He spoke lowly, almost a whisper like it was a secret between them, "Don't look at me."

Turning back around to face Lex, she found him leaning against a door with a sign on it that read staff only. The boy with green hair was standing next to him while the other three he had seen earlier were standing slightly out of the way, waiting for her answer.

"Lead the way," She settled on saying.

[lexreadsdiversely]

Lex's October tbr 🎃

I'm leaning into the mood reading with this tbr. I intentionally put way more than I can finish to give myself room to switch it up as my mood changes. This is going to be so fun!

Books:

Physical tbr:

The Weight of Blood - Tiffany D. Jackson (210/413 pages complete)

Our Wives Under the Sea - Julia Armfield (105/223 pages complete)

The Book of Witches - Edited by Jonathan Strahan (select stories only)

The Woman in Black - Susan Hill

Library loans:

A Short Stay in Hell - Steven L Peck

Little Rot - Akwaeke Emezi

Graveyard Shift - ML Rio (finished 9/30)

Extra Salty: Jennifer's Body - Frederick Blichert (finished 10/1)

Kindle:

Eat Your Heart Out - Dayna Ingram*

My Carmilla - Anita Zara*

Lupus in Fabula - Briar Ripley Page (BookSiren - will most likely dnf)

Under Her Skin: a Women in Horror Poetry Showcase, Vol. 1 - Edited by Lindy Ryan and Toni Miller*

Fanfiction:

Read some halloween-themed fics. Link them here when finished.

Short(er) Stories

Hayseed - Holly Wilde*

Pumpkin Spice Lover - C.B. Walker*

This Pumpkin Spice Latte Gets Me Off In A Fun And Sincere Way Because It’s Okay For People To Enjoy Popular Things Without Being Shamed For The Perceived “Basicness” Of Their Beverage Choices - Chuck Tingle*

Read some Tor originals

* reads contingent on my budget

🦇 Goal: Enjoy reading! 🦇

[elle-writes-things]

Blues and Reds

Pairing: Lex Miller x Reader/OC

Deadly Class Masterlist

Warnings: brief mention of killing and blood

Word Count: 859

A/N: This was very loosely based on the song Colors by Halsey.

This would be your first kill. The very moment you had sacrificed the last seven years of your life for. The validation of your education, and the start of your career.

And yet, your throat clenched at the thought. Of stealing the breath from their lungs. Watching the life leave their eyes. A breathless scream gasped out through parted lips.

"Rina." The call cut through the steel fog. A scarlet beacon shining through the mist. But as soon as it ended, the powder blue clouds swirled over you again, ice cold trickles of apprehension dripping through your veins.

"Rina." It was closer now, staining the edges of your vision with the juice of a mulberry. You could feel the floor again, a solid surface beneath you. But, it swayed under your feet, threatening to throw you over the edge, into the cerulean waves. 'Breathe,' you reminded yourself, gulps of air like lead in your lungs. 'Breathe'.

"Rina." It was right in front of you now. You couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Yes Lex?"

"Are you alright? I called your name three times." The concern on his face was comical. Eyebrows furrowed. The corner of a dark pink lip held captive between his teeth.

You wanted to scream. To tell him to catch you as you fainted. To tell him your feet had grown roots in the ground. To tell him you were drowning in the rushing sea of blues.

"I'm fine." A blatant lie. Because you couldn't express that much emotion in words.

"No you're not love. I can tell." There it was. Love. What did it mean? That he wanted you by his side for the rest of your days. A beautiful combination of rubies and sapphires, swirling together as tendrils of indigo. Or was it just another one of his foreign quirks? An endearment with the same worth as 'bro' or 'dude'.

"I have an assignment," you told him. As if it was no more significant than watering the flowers. "Privately contracted," you added. The roses are doing rather nicely.

"Congratulations," he said, as if your pain and fear were an achievement. 'But they were,' you reminded yourself. An unwanted success, but a success nonetheless. My violets are blooming wonderfully even though I have ignored them for six months.

"When is it?"

"Tonight." The deadline loomed close. An hideous monster that feasted on your pain. The weeds are horrible, but I keep watering them.

"Do you want help love?" There it was again. A promise of kisses by the sunset. Coral clouds sinking into midnight waves. A reminder of his joking personality.

"No." Another lie. You needed his help. Your hands were shaking too much to force a dagger through someone's chest.

"Why not?" No. If he persisted, you would give in, and black blood would stain both of your hands.

"Because this requires finesse and focus, none of which you have." An excuse. A plea. Stop. Stop trying to help me.

"Ouch love, that hurt." A passionate purple embrace in the darkest of nights. Hands branding fiery promises on the ocean of your skin.

"Could-could we maybe hang out after. I mean, I just-"

"Like a date?" The words died on your lips. 'Yes,' your heart begged, desperate for your affections to be returned.

"Don't act so horrified love. I might start to think you don't like me." No. You weren't horrified. You were thrilled.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"I know. I'm only joking." And your heart stopped beating, the glimmer of hope extinguished immediately. "The first one is always the hardest. It's nice to be with someone living after." Right. That's what this was about. The assignment.

You opened your mouth to say something but the words wouldn't come.

"Don't worry love. I'll wait up for you."

The whole ordeal was horrible. The man who you had been assigned to kill fought. He fought hard. And his death was ugly. There was so much blood. Enough to turn your entire field of vision into a sea of crimson. Everything was so red. Not a Lex-red. No, that red was bright and mischievous, and made you feel warm. No, this red was a twisted, ugly color, so intense that it made you want to cry. 

You didn’t even bother to wash the blood off of your hands before you went to find Lex. The blood on your hand smeared across the oak door as you knocked. It only took him a few seconds to answer, but those few seconds felt like an eternity. 

“Oh, Rina.” Lex stared at you, hands covered in blood and trembling. “C’mon love.” Gently, he grasped your arm and led you into his room. You move mechanically, sitting on his bed as he fetched a wet rag.

Swipe by swipe, Lex took the ugly red from your hands and replaced it with his red. Slowly, your vision turned from the ugly red to the shade of violet that it always was when you were in his presence. A shade of violet that wrapped you in its embrace and convinced you that everything would be alright. A shade of violet that was, undeniably, love.

[scripts4dreamers]

Invisible String

AN: Just some fluffy goodness because love fucking rocks. Characters: Lex Miller  Pairing(s): Lex x reader Spoiler(s): none

Warning(s): None

Prompt: “hey! how are you? have you any plans for the end of summer? recently i've been feeling a bit down, idk why, maybe because i'm going to school soon :/ anyways, could i request some realyyy fluffy domestic shit w Lex? thank you! i hope you have a lovely day!” for @uhohscarlett

Inspiration: Invisible String by Taylor Swift

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By the time you wake up, the sun is already high, peeking through the thin white curtains of your room and soaking into your skin. You sigh, still in that comfortable space between awake and asleep, and turn your head to face Lex. He looks younger when he’s sleeping, you noticed fondly, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your head. His skin had taken on some colour over the past few weeks, and the spray of freckles across his face were more noticeable than ever. It had become your personal mission to count them all but, unfortunately, Lex seemed to be allergic to staying still long enough for you to get a solid count done. He muttered something in his sleep, a string of meaningless syllables that could have been your name, and you felt your heart swell with love.

Slowly, doing your best to detangle yourself from Lex without disturbing him, you crept out of bed, throwing a silky robe over your pajamas and padding through the apartment to the kitchen. It was a beautiful place, one of your family’s many overseas properties, tucked away in the artist’s sector of Bergamo, Italy. It had been a nightmare convincing Lex to let you bring him but, once you’d stepped off that plane and landed on italian soil, it had been paradise. You hummed to yourself as you flitted about the kitchen making fresh coffee. You never really drank coffee at King’s, they only had the instant stuff that made your tastebuds scream but here, on holiday, it had become a part of your routine. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing the apartment in golden light and illuminating the hastily discarded clothes strewn across the floor from the night before. It was cozy, and safe, and you kind of loved it there, especially when you felt two arms wrap gently around your waist and pull you flush against Lex’s bare chest.

“Morning, you,” you giggled as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and squeezed you tight.

“Good morning, darling,” he replied, his voice still thick with sleep, “why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve helped.”

You shrugged, pouring a cup of coffee and turning to face him, leaning against the counter. He always looked so soft and vulnerable in the morning, before his hair was gelled up, when all he had on was a pair of sweatpants and he clung to any affection you gave him like an octopus. It was a side of himself that he only ever let you see and you’d die before you betrayed the trust he’d put in you.

“You hate coffee,” you reminded him teasingly as you took a sip, “last time you tried to make it you almost broke the filter.”

Lex flushed and rolled his eyes, “That’s hardly my fault, love, it’s a confusing contraption.”

“It’s literally not,” you laughed, “there’s nothing simpler than filter coffee, nothing.”

“There’s instant.”

You shook your head, “Instant coffee isn’t coffee, it’s coffee flavoured water, we’ve been over this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Lex conceded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, “lucky for me, seeing you every morning is all the boost I need to get me through the day.”

You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide how happy you were, which earned a fond chuckle from Lex. He was disgustingly romantic, really. He had been since the moment you’d met but, for some reason, being in Italy with you seemed to crank it up to the max. Every day it was something new; buying you flowers at the market, leaving little love notes all over the house, cooking for you when you were too tired, running hot baths, anything he could do to show his love, Lex was doing. You’d have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it.

His dark eyes were sparkling with fondness as you watched him, sipping your coffee in silence as he bustled about the kitchen, whipping himself up a cup of tea.

“See something you like, darling?” he teased, sending a cheeky wink your way, “Cause you know everything here’s available for purchase.”

“Oh you know I do,” you teased back, “and, if last night is anything to go by, I’d say you’re pretty close to priceless.”

He chuckled. His back was to you as he stirred in a spoon of sugar but that didn’t stop you from seeing the flush that crept up his neck and shoulders at your compliment. Even after all the time you’d spent together, it was still so easy to get Lex flustered. You stepped forward, pressing a kiss to the space between his shoulder blades, and he hummed contentedly in response as you breezed by him, getting everything ready for your breakfast.

Once Lex’s tea was brewed, he linked his fingers with yours and helped you cart the bread, cheeses and fruits out onto the little balcony which overlooked the street, placing everything gently on the small table that sat out there in the summer. It was still early enough that the sun wasn’t punishing yet, just warm and golden, and you sat, sipping your drinks, and watching the neighbourhood come to live around you. As always, Lex kept one hand on your thigh at all times, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift shut as he soaked in the sun. He looked like a cat, stretching out and getting comfortable in the warmth, safe in the knowledge that there was nothing to do except talk and enjoy one another’s company.

It was such a change from King’s.

Lex opened his eyes, sensing the subtle shift in your mood and shooting you a questioning glance.

“You alright, Y/N/N?” he asked.

You smiled, resting your hand on top of his on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze, “Of course, love. I just-” you sighed, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t want to go back,” Lex said, with a knowing glint in his eye.

You nodded, “It’s just so peaceful here. Everything feels so...right.”

He smiled, “That’s ‘cause of us though. It doesn’t matter where we are , darling, so long as we’re together, we’re golden.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Lex laughed, turning his chair to face you and taking one of your hands in both of his, “look, I know I’ve been a right sap this summer, and you’re probably getting sick of hearing me say this stuff but, I love you, Y/N. More than I thought possible. Being back at King’s won’t change that.”

“Won’t it?” you asked, your voice small.

Lex leaned forward, cupping your face with his hand and running his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek.

“Not even if we tried.”

You smiled, feeling another rush of love and, on impulse, launched yourself into his arms. Lex laughed like a kid on Christmas and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap as you wound your arms around his neck. It was comforting and safe and familiar and, as you breathed in his earthy scent, of tea leaves and soap, you felt the little knot of tension in your chest dissolve. You rested your head on Lex’s shoulder, letting his arms sliding up and down your thigh soothe you as the noises of the day started to filter in from the nearby market. You thought about the dinner you might cook, and what sort of spices went best with eggplant, as an overpowering sense of belonging started to settle into your bones. It was heavy and thick, but in a sort of nice way, like it was anchoring you instead of weighing you down and, for the first time, you let yourself picture the rest of your life with Lex.

At a place like King’s, the rest of your life was a shaky promise to make, even to yourself but, there, on that balcony, you wanted to make it. You wanted a life with Lex, a real one and, as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, you let it sink in that that might’ve been what he wanted too. You wanted to say something, something to signify the way you were feeling, but everything seemed too cliche, too sickly sweet for you and Lex, who had always been a little on the gritty side.

“Promise me we’ll come back here?” you eventually asked, “One day, once we’ve graduated and started our lives.”

Perfect. It wasn’t much but it was something. It said that you wanted to still be together in a few years' time, that you wanted to build your future with him, no matter what that meant. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was something.

Lex was silent for a moment, hooking his finger under your chin and guiding your face up to his.

“You sure that’s what you want?” He asked.

You nodded, feeling the heat rush to your face at the way he was looking at you.

His answering smile was gentle, but radiant, filling you up with love and tenderness so intense that you had to smile back.

“Then of course we will, darling,” he said, “I promise.”

[elle-recommends-things]

Deadly Class Rec List

Marcus Lopez Arguello

Promise by @fanficsfromyesteryear

Lex Miller

Headcanons - Stealing Lex’s Jacket by @fangirlings-things

[forasecondtherewedwon]

“We Test on Rats”

Fandom: Deadly Class Rating: E (it’s all below the cut, it’s all NSFW sexual content) Ship: Petra Yolga/Billy Bennett/Lex Miller Word count: 9493 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

If Billy and Lex can get Petra to pick staying with them over going to get lunch, Billy's life will be made. If Petra can get the boys to quit bickering long enough to locate a condom, it'll be a miracle.

As Petra reached for the doorknob, Lex scoffed.

“You must be bloody joking.”

She rotated back to the boys.

“As much as the Donner Party was joking,” she promised flatly.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means someone’s getting eaten,” Billy piped up, educating his rival.

He was thankful for the gruesome thought; the sight of Petra unbuttoning her shirt had totally blown his mind and he’d gotten hard fast. Maintaining an erection with only Lex beside him on the bed was not something he felt good about.

Lex grinned cheekily at Petra.

“If you wanted to put me in your mouth, you’ve could’ve just said, love.”

She rolled her eyes and Billy’s jaw tightened.

“You’re really bad at convincing me to stay,” Petra said. “Both of you.”

Billy made a sound of protest.

“Are we supposed to be? I thought you were starving.” His eyebrows pushed together at the center and climbed his forehead. He didn’t get it, didn’t get her. Petra was a complex woman, right down to her stomach.

“I actually ate a contraband chocolate bar while you two wholesome creatures took turns huffing glue.”

“Hey,” Lex pointed out, leveling a finger at her, “you huff hard enough and everything’s puppies and rainbows and there’s nothing more wholesome than that.”

“So you’re not starving,” Billy checked, glancing quickly from the moron next to him to the love of his young life.

“Yes, that is what I’m trying to communicate.”

Lex shifted on the mattress so that Billy had to avoid toppling into him.

“Well, then you should just spit it out, shouldn’t you?” Lex suggested. “Give us a fucking break. We saw you with your top off not two minutes ago. Can’t exactly be expecting us to be thinking with the heads up here.” He poked Billy hard in the temple and Billy swatted his hand away.

“I guess that’s fair,” Petra allowed.

Billy’s head swivelled rapidly back to her.

“Stay, Petra. Please stay.” He pouted, hands clasped imploringly in front of his nose. He was in love with her and not above begging. What was the point? Everyone in this room knew how he felt.

She sighed and walked back over to them. Billy’s expression brightened instantly. Stopping with her arms folded, Petra glanced carefully from him to Lex and back. He didn’t understand what sort of assessment was going on, so he just smiled eagerly up at her. Beside him, Lex chewed his fingernail―a tell for his nerves.

“I have some rules,” Petra said after a few intolerably long seconds. She held up a single finger. “No foreign objects.”

“Hear that?” Billy asked Lex jubilantly. “Looks like you’re out after all.”

“Piss off.”

Petra raised another finger.

“No bickering.”

“I’ve got one,” Lex said abruptly. “No biting.”

“Someone’s vanilla,” Billy concluded.

Lex glared at him.

“Did you not see what Petra’s been reading since we got shut in here? A bloody vampire fiction! I will not have any of that seeping into reality, not on my neck, no thank you.”

Billy squeezed his lips together, but when he glanced at Petra and saw her little hint of a smile, a laugh trumpeted out of him. Lex punched him hard in the upper arm and Billy jerked away.

“Shit!”

“Just giving you a nice souvenir.”

“Speaking of unwelcome souvenirs,” Petra interrupted, “anybody have any communicable diseases they’d like to declare?”

“I would like to declare that to be impossible for Billy, whose soul is a single shade of white away from virginal.”

“Oh yeah? Yeah?” Billy challenged. “Well, your spikes get a lot more poking action than you do. All those sharp points feels a little like compensation, don’t you think?”

Petra’s hands smacked her thighs sharply.

“Again with the bickering. Seriously, you assholes. Are you clean?”

Both boys nodded. Petra nodded back in acknowledgement, then sat down between them in the space created by Billy’s flight from Lex’s fist.

“Are you?” Lex demanded of her.

Petra faced him.

“You see my eyeliner? Assume I’m that careful with every part of my body.”

“I just don’t want some fucking Russian pox from Vi―”

“Of course she’s clean!” Billy said, jumping to her defense.

Lex chuckled.

“Oh, touchy subject?”

Billy cracked a knuckle.

“I think you two have lost sight of what brought us together in the first place,” Petra hypothesized.

“Lockdown?” Lex asked.

Petra rolled her eyes and reached for the hem of her t-shirt. And there went Billy’s pulse in his groin, all his blood on a plummeting elevator. She barely had to glance side to side at them as she raised the black shirt and the boys were on her―Lex wedging a hand between her knees to grip her inner thigh while Billy’s palm landed more softly on the bared skin of Petra’s stomach. This was no dead vampire flesh; he could feel her breathing. He swallowed thickly, eyes on her chest, when she tossed the shirt to the floor.

She locked eyes with Billy and he felt brave enough to smooth his hand up over her breast, mouth suddenly on the tense line between her shoulder and neck. Anyone would’ve thought he’d never seen a boob before, but she got him excited. So excited. Petra exhaled heavily, the way she had when he’d had his lips on her the first time around, but it turned into a deeper sound―a sound that caught in Billy’s ears like they were glue traps―the second that Lex’s hand quit kneading her thigh and darted between her legs. Billy’s hand gripped Petra’s breast reflexively at the miraculous noise she’d made, callouses firming up her nipple, and she jerked.

The three of them fell back together onto the bed. Petra’s fingers were brushing over the shaved side of his head, making a prickly feeling go up and down his back. He stuck to his side, kissing her neck as fast as his lips could go, and trusted Lex to stick to the other. They moved bumpily as they tried to get better positioned on the bed, like a bicycle with a dented wheel. If bicycles had three wheels. Or, no, they weren’t necessarily the wheels, just different parts of the same bicycle. Or…. Whatever.

They had their first potential crisis when Billy stroked his palm away from the boob he’d been cupping in search of the other one and encountered Lex’s hand. Instinctively, they recoiled from each other, but Petra emitted a highly manipulative, girlish whine that pulled them back in.

“Tits are yours,” Lex said shortly. Billy assumed the other guy was avoiding making eye contact during this negotiation of territory, because he sure as hell was. “Not that there’s anything wrong with them, love,” he assured Petra. “Quite nice actually. Colour me contrite.”

Billy decided to drown out the Brit-babble by coaxing more noises from Petra. He skated his hand across her skin to that elusive other boob and trailed his lips down to the one closest to him. A jagged zip told him Lex was undoing her pants. He had to bite back a possessive urge with pointy rat teeth; Petra did not belong to him and he wouldn’t get even this much of her unless Lex was included. Shit, this wouldn’t be easy. This would be very, very… hard. He side-eyed his own crotch.

“Lift your arse, would you?”

As Petra shifted to accommodate Lex’s request, Billy waggled his tongue across her nipple. Her hand quickly forced his head tighter to her chest and her skin tasted like victory. Still, he couldn’t resist looking while he began to suck, sacrificing a comfortable angle for his neck in favour of catching a glimpse of Lex pulling Petra’s pants down. His hips humped the mattress once, reflexively, at the sight of black lace.

The bed jostled them as Lex stood, peeling Petra’s pants all the way off.

“The underwear too,” she said after glancing from him to Billy. “Might as well.”

“No objections here, love.”

Billy accidentally caught sight of the bulge in Lex’s shorts and had to look rapidly away or risk being violently sick all over two-thirds of his greatest sexual fantasy―himself and Petra. Lex could still go fuck the plastic bag full of glue for all Billy cared.

“Blonde?!”

Lex’s shout was enough to make Billy’s head jerk up. His gaze’s next stop was Petra’s crotch, which immediately explained the exclamation.

“You’re way more of an idiot than I assumed you were if you thought this,” she held a black strand of hair away from her face, “was natural.”

Her words were as cold as if she’d just chipped them out of the depths of a broken freezer―so, normal―but Billy felt how Petra leaned into him slightly. His expression hardened. Who the hell was the guy whose head looked like the prongs of a hairbrush under a microscope to scrutinize somebody else’s body?

“But… but… blonde?” Lex checked, though the evidence was still there in front of him. Billy wanted to bust a few teeth out of his head for standing there with Petra’s panties dangling in his hand.

“I should probably prepare you for the likelihood that you’re not going to see lime green when Billy strips either,” Petra warned. He wanted to wedge his arm in under her shoulders and hold her closer, but that would be too much.

“He better not see a damn thing,” Billy spat, annoyed and confused now as he was dragged into it. God, the three of them were always like this. Like those mice in Cinderella, when they twisted all their tails together. Except rats. Fucking rats.

Lex snorted.

“Not interested.”

“We good?” Petra asked impatiently. “Because I didn’t stay to listen to you talk.”

“Yeah, no problem, Barbie.”

She sat bolt upright. Billy joined her, belatedly, and much less gracefully.

“Are you cut, Lex?” she asked with poisonous calmness. Billy, at her side, watched her gaze drop purposely to the front of the other guy’s shorts. “I have a knife nearby.”

Lex chuckled nervously.

“I bet you do,” he conceded.

“Are. We. Good.”

“Right as rain.”

Petra turned to Billy. Her eyebrows lifted.

“I’ve never had less problems in my life than I do right now,” he swore. He was serious, though it was a little tricky to show that when he couldn’t stop smiling. Naked Petra. Naked Petra.

“We’re all fucked up enough for me to believe that’s true,” she acknowledged. “Now drop ‘em.”

Petra mimed underwear removal. Lex and Billy looked at each other warily. Billy felt like his face was actually trying to get as far from the other guy as it could, expression scrunching and tugging to one side in utter discomfort. They’d been in the same room half-naked long enough now to almost forget that this was an unsustainable equilibrium. Fuck.

“Can I just…” Billy’s neck arched as he looked to the discoloured ceiling, the assorted crap on Petra’s floor, a pile of shoes in the corner; anywhere but at Lex.

Petra sighed and grabbed Billy firmly by the jaw.

“Please don’t make me watch,” he begged, but she just stared hard into his eyes until he felt melted and sticky, like fresh tar in a hell-deep pothole.

“You know I trust you,” she said. He was getting hypnotized by her eyes, like there was a better world inside them, with free concerts and dealers who didn’t cut weird shit into their goods. “Trust me,” utopia requested of Billy.

Sliding her hand up his cheek, Petra leaned in. At this point, Billy believed it was more likely that he was about to feel Lex’s brass knuckles to the back of his ribs than Petra’s mouth on his. But he didn’t care if this was a trap. He would die happy. He would die… or not.

Billy’s high-pitched noise of excited confusion was muffled as Petra kissed him. He knew she was doing it to distract him, and he was ready to be distracted. Her mouth was warm, her cheek smooth as his nose pressed into it, thrusting forward with his jaw to rock harder into the kiss. Petra’s tongue teased and furled around his. This was making him way more lightheaded than the glue had, and without the threatening pressure of a bastard of a migraine thumping behind the buzz.

There was a rustle which, logically, Billy knew was Lex getting down to his birthday suit, and yet the combination of the paranoia about guerilla attacks that this school had instilled and his extra giddiness thanks to Petra made him begin to turn his head to look. Luckily, she stuck with him like a bee licking a flower (or whatever those little guys did in there), her face moving with his, and then her whole body. Billy inhaled sharply as Petra’s knee skimmed across his thighs to settle on the mattress on his other side; he got a nose full of something dark, but familiar, like coffee or a match that had just been blown out.

Heart racing like they might need to call an ambulance, Billy grabbed her thighs and urged her further into his lap. Petra went without resistance―probably not the first sign that Billy really was glue-stoned right now and none of this was real. She got close enough that Billy felt Lex’s knuckles (flesh, not brass) as he reached between them to massage Petra’s breasts. Yeah, that meant this wasn’t a fantasy.

With shaky fingers, Billy ran his hands to her ass. His dick throbbed. He knew if he looked down he’d see the kind of desperate straining against fabric that he hadn’t witnessed since their hands-on waterboarding lesson. Pulling back from Petra’s mouth to breathe, he watched Lex kissing her neck, her head now lolling back into Lex’s chest where he stood behind her.

Alright, well, if Lex got her head and her boobs, Billy could figure out what was available for him. His fingers retreated from holding her ass, hands scooping around the underside of her thighs. Petra twitched in his lap, shifting her hips nearer to his. Seemed like she was ticklish, but he was the one who laughed, delighted. Her eyes fixed on his as Lex sucked red marks into her neck (pretty damn clear who the real vampire was in their trio), so Billy, exhaling, dragged his palms back over the tops of her thighs until his thumbs were digging in a little about as high up on a girl’s legs as you can get before you’re at the part that’s usually covered by underwear and she’s screaming at you to get the hell out of the change room, even though one of Willie’s guys pushed you in there, and it’s not like you invaded their privacy on purpose.

Billy thought he could feel Petra’s pulse, but then he remembered that his thumbs had a pulse too, and then he wasn’t sure whose heartbeat was whose. She kept staring back at him and he wished that could’ve been enough to give him the balls to touch her, except it was Lex. That British idiot tugged her nipples, Petra’s eyelashes fluttered rather princessishly, Lex grunted, and Billy got jealous. It was possible that she saw it happen; his face wasn’t really great at hiding emotions. Billy turned his wrist, flipped his hand and cupped between her legs.

For a second, Petra traced her fingers down his arm and put her hand over his (which was, like, professional-grade sexy). He sussed her out with his fingertips, ignoring the loss of feeling beginning in his feet from having Petra’s weight on his lap. His long fingers trailed shallowly, barely parting her, but the wetness was there. Unfamiliar territory? No. But this wasn’t just any cunt, this was Petra’s cunt. And, ok, a significant chunk of Billy’s sexual encounters had been blowjobs. He was already ahead though, because she was aroused. Basically, he just had to keep her that way.

He dipped in hesitantly―the way you begin a meal when your demonic classmates have swapped out the anticipated farm-animal-protein for rat in the past. Petra was looking at him, so Billy clenched his jaw and stroked his fingertips forward, bringing some of that arousal across her clit. The look in her eyes sharpened; Lex’s groping might make her drowsy with lust, but Billy’s fingering seemed to increase her focus. And that focus was on him, not Lex. Shit, they were really going to have to work to be cool around one another after all this. Somebody should write a book about this, Billy thought. On how to have a threesome with a friend and afterwards not find yourself hoping that he chokes on his cafeteria lunch every time you see him.

Arcade and video games had gifted Billy with quick fingers and he used them on Petra’s slippery clit. She gasped in a throaty way that was just as satisfying for him as how she’d probably felt right before she did it. Her arm reached up, winding behind the back of Lex’s neck as he bit her earlobe and Billy seriously wondered if this whole thing was just fucking stacked against him… until her other hand found his hip. Her fingers pried their way under the elastic waist of his briefs and circled around to the front―a motion that forced her to caress the head of his erection.

He suddenly yearned to be butt-naked, Lex’s existence in this room be damned, but unseating lovely, nude Petra would be the greatest sin of his life. Billy finally understood what his teachers meant when they said things like ‘situations of moral turmoil.’ That was probably supposed to be in regards to, like, murder or whatever, but he wasn’t just an assassin―he was a teenage boy and he sure hoped the next few years would consist of a higher number of fucks than kills. Was that so much to ask for?

In the spirit of gratitude towards the fact that he had not yet been bumped off by some random junkie thug or a sparring session gone sideways and could, therefore, be here now enjoying the sight, scent, and touch of his one-and-only fantasy babe, Billy ground his teeth together and kept rubbing her. He’d endured worse than the torturously faint passes of her fingertips over the hot skin of his cock. The way Petra practically tickled him with her short nails was extremely bearable. Seriously. His eyes were just rolling back in his head because they were dry. Or he’d developed a tic. A convulsion that only cropped up when circumstances were so totally regular and fine and normal.

Petra kissed Billy again before he could start trying to mentally explain away his cold sweat. When he groaned against her hasty, wet mouth, he heard Lex echo with his own faint groan. Billy decided it was a groan of annoyance. End of story. He sped up, pressing and rolling her clit, sort of like when he had his skateboard flipped upside down on his lap and sat there spinning the wheels rapidly with his fingers. Petra cupped her hand and pushed the dome of her palm onto the head of his dick for him to grind against.

She tore away from their kiss, breathing hard; Lex pinched her nipples with gusto, two-handedly until Petra began to pant. Then, Lex ran one of his hands from her chest up to her throat, not squeezing (Billy had his fucking eyes on him), but massaging. She seemed to like it, from the way her eyes drifted closed. Seconds later, she came, hand flexing on Billy’s dick. He almost choked. Too stunned to keep rubbing her through her climax, Billy felt his hands land on her thighs. Lex leaned into Petra’s back, craning to look over her shoulder in the aftermath of this landmark event of their threesome: The First Orgasm.

Head back against Lex’s chest, Petra opened her eyes. She looked up to meet Lex’s as his hands shifted to neutral, settling lightly on her shoulders, then forward to meet Billy’s. Her face was relaxed, he thought, kind of lazy, except her eyes burned like a pair of Molotov cocktails. He would’ve said ‘cheers’ if that wouldn’t have come across mockingly British, leading to squabbling, leading to Petra being completely fed up with the two boys and ditching. Billy kept his mouth shut.

Until Petra―less sleepy than most of her face would suggest―worked the front of Billy’s briefs down, exposing his erect cock.

“Nononono,” he babbled, face burning because Lex was still peering down between them, over Petra’s shoulder. But then she wrapped her hand around his dick, getting a good grip, and Billy switched to, “Yesyesyesyes.”

He gave up on words completely when Petra shuffled closer on his lap. Billy’s eyes dive-bombed straight between her legs, the absolute only thought in his head that she had just orgasmed and was probably delightfully slippery. And she was definitely thinking what he was thinking, because she kept one finger hooked into the elastic edge of his underwear to stop it from snapping up to cover him while she―Christ on a bike―rocked her slick, hot cunt directly against his penis. Billy just about screamed (probably more like the yelp of a baby animal); Petra grinned.

“Hold up a moment,” Lex interrupted.

“I swear to god,” Billy promised tensely, palms sweaty on Petra’s thighs, “I will skin your face off with the end of my skateboard and use it as a placemat.”

“Uh, I have a valid complaint here, if you would let me speak!”

“Take a number and have a seat in the waiting area,” Billy snipped back.

Petra backed off, retreating to the midway point of his thighs, and sighed.

“What’s your complaint, Lex?” She slanted sideways to glance up at him. His hands remained businesslike on her shoulders, but now he looked at Billy.

“Just wondering how we’re going to figure out who gets to…” His eyebrows lifted and, for Billy, this did enough to convey his meaning, but then Lex had to go and add the old poking-the-index-finger-through-a-hole-made-by-opposite-hand.

The crudity of the gesture wasn’t going to be Billy’s criticism (he planned on suggesting that Lex use his pinky finger in the demonstration instead if it was supposed to be a self-representation), but Petra jumped in, glaring at them each in turn.

“You motherfuckers. Stop discussing this over my head. It’s my vagina! You’re not negotiating access rights to the Suez Canal!”

Billy grimaced, flinched. Lex just shrugged.

“Right,” he said, kneading Petra’s shoulders up to the back of her neck, “so, flip a coin then?”

That sounded pretty reasonable, actually, Billy thought. He pointed to where his pants lay on the floor.

“I should have a quarter in―”

“You’re not flipping a coin for it either!” Petra exclaimed. “Once again,” she grit out, “this is about me. I included both of you, which means I want both of you.”

That was sort of good news and bad news as far as Billy was concerned.

“At the same time?” Lex checked, hand lifting so he could chew at his nail again.

“No.”

“You’ll have to excuse him,” Billy said breezily, running soothing hands up Petra’s thighs as he contemplated sliding her towards his crotch again. “The man has no taste.”

“Sounds to me like he’s just been watching too much porn.”

The casual way she said it made Billy wonder what amount of porn Petra had watched and if this was a potential shared activity for the future.

“No taste in porn is what I meant,” he backtracked.

“As if you fucking know,” Lex barked.

“I think he was actually kinda helping you by intervening before I could kick your ass,” Petra informed Lex, reaching to pat one of the hands he had resting on the back of her neck.

“Ah.” Lex glanced at Billy. “Thanks, mate.”

No. No, they were not doing some sappy, tea party display of good manners with Billy’s dick out and Lex standing behind Petra naked as a baby―if babies had been known to accessorize with spiked jewellery. Although, if any baby would, it would’ve been Lex, but Billy had never asked for a peek at the ol’ family scrapbook for the same reason he wouldn’t have invited him into a sweaty tryst with Petra: HE DIDN’T WANT TO SEE LEX IN THE BUFF.

“The point,” Petra said, focusing the boys, “is that we’re going to need two condoms.”

She slumped suddenly in Billy’s lap, bare ass touching down on his thighs. Her hands went to her hips as she glanced around with a contemplative expression. Lex bent quickly, riffling through the pile of clothes on the floor and Petra twisted to see what he was doing, approximately halving the human wall that had shield’s Billy from the sight of Lex’s unclothed backside. Which he now saw, making him flail and hide his eyes in the crook of his elbow. There was a thump, but Billy kept his eyes shut, like the noise had been a trick to get him to look. Like Lex was some sort of ‘80s punk Medusa; the lack of improvement in hairstyle seemed like a clue.

“Are you ok?” Petra asked.

“Give me a minute,” Billy requested, face still buried, trying to picture anything besides the crack of Lex’s ass as he’d bent over. He shuddered.

Petra grabbed his arm and yanked it down from his face.

“Not you.”

He glanced at Lex to see him rubbing the back of his head. Billy snorted. Looked like the other guy had smacked his melon against the wall in his fervour to retrieve… Drum roll? Billy started one on his own thighs in case Petra wasn’t in agreement.

“Ahem,” Lex said, and raised a wrapped condom delicately between thumb and index finger.

“You had that in your pocket? This morning? At school? Who did you think you were…”

The dry way her voice trailed off was a flammable treeline to the wildfire of Billy’s jealousy.

“You, love. Bit obvious by now, isn’t it? A man can dream.” Lex let out a panicky chuckle and rocked on his feet.

“Wow, you really thought that sometime between classes I was just going to decide that I couldn’t get through the rest of my day without nailing you?”

Billy felt like her tone said ‘pathetic,’ but the fact that she was sitting here ready to nail Lex said she didn’t really have an argument.

“Oi,” Lex defended, “I’m not the only one.”

He gave a sharp nod, indicating Billy, who sighed. Cupping his chin in his palm, he watched Lex upend his pants and shake until a telltale square dropped out. Petra extended a hand and Lex deposited both condoms into it. She examined her prize.

“I’m almost disappointed you didn’t write my name on the wrapper,” she teased Billy, her mouth a serious line, but her eyes playful.

“It’s not like I’m some twelve-year-old girl ogling a Rick Springfield poster. I haven’t been saving myself for you.”

It was true that Billy wasn’t a virgin. It was also true that the wrapper bearing Petra’s name was back in his own dorm room, tucked under the mattress, which was nobody’s fucking business.

The three of them sort of looked at each other, but it was as though the presentation of the condoms had restored equality to their power balance. Petra had confirmed a major question in Billy’s mind (about if he’d actually get a chance to, well, screw her) and he was feeling much less antagonistic towards Lex. Somewhat less. Slightly less. So now that they’d worked out the logistics, he guessed, they just continued? Not exactly romantic, but this whole experience so far had been one long standards adjustment.

Petra set the condoms to one side and looked back at Lex, beckoning him to join her and Billy on the bed. Billy made a quick and dirty politician’s peace with the fact that seeing Lex’s erect penis was inevitable. That didn’t mean he’d quit trying to avoid it. Lex sat and though Petra remained perched on Billy’s thighs, it was now Spikey the Bear that she was kissing. Billy snuck a look to make sure Lex was enjoying it as much as he should be―because Petra was a goddamn gift―and yeah, the guy did seem pretty into it, grasping the back of her head with a happy grunt. Maybe a little heavy on the tonguing, if anybody had asked for Billy’s critique.

He raised a frustrated hand, tugging at his own mohawk, then jerked Petra forward in his lap. She let out a sort of moaning yelp against Lex’s mouth that Billy decided to interpret as being for him. Good. Slowly, he stroked his hands up and down the top of her thighs, soothed by the faint rasping sound. Aroused by the feel of her under his palms. He pressed with his thumbs until the motion was more like massaging her as he worked his way up her warm inner thighs. She shifted her hips towards Billy on her own, then draped a hand over his shoulder, looping him into the trio even more.

Before he could put his eager fingers anywhere more interesting, Petra repositioned again. Her knee pinched his inner thigh as she wedged it between Billy’s legs; she did the same with her other knee, but to Lex, so that she was straddling one of each of their thighs. This also forced the boy’s bare legs together. Not awesome. Billy glanced sideways and caught Lex giving him the same look he was sure was on his own face. They were really in it now.

Like she knew she’d just reminded her friends of Potential Naked Contact, Petra lowered her mouth to nip Lex’s throat―Billy saw the impish bite put the fear of god into Lex’s eyes and snorted. All the real world shit to be afraid of and Lex was crapping his pants (or lack thereof) over vampires.

A second later, Billy closed his eyes with a groan as he received his own treatment meant to draw him back into the encounter. Petra’s hand ran from his shoulder to his neck. Her fingernails scratched lightly up into his hairline, making his arms break out in goosebumps. Next, her hand smoothed down his chest and didn’t fucking slow down as it moved over his abdomen. He still jumped when Petra weaseled her hand into his briefs where they’d crept back up like they were trying to restore his modesty. The miracle of him not losing more than his mind right there had something to do with the overall balance of his life, Billy figured. A good thing to weigh against the bad shit. Petra’s fist closed around his shaft and gave him a steady pump. Billy whined and skidded his hand―not as steady as hers―up her inner thigh, claiming that place between her legs as his playground once again while Lex continued to enjoy her tongue doing who-knew-what in his mouth.

Soon, Billy had two fingers hooked firmly inside Petra and she was grinding down onto his hand as much as he was curling up into her body. (Honestly, his wrist was getting sore, but she could break it for all he cared. He’d already had one cast this year, he was pretty sure he could handle another one.) She was jerking him off with an unpredictable rhythm. Not that he was a fucking machine when he went to town on himself, but compared to the uniform up-down-up-down of Lex’s forearm―shit, Billy didn’t want to be aware of Lex stroking the salami, stupid peripheral vision―Petra’s pace was erratic. Billy loved erratic.

His ass bounced on the bed, hips thrusting to get a little more action from her heavenly snug fist. He tilted his head forward and kissed Petra’s shoulder as she whimpered into Lex’s mouth. Billy’s fingers were starting to feel arthritic as he prodded inside her over and over, so he called in the cavalry, rubbing his thumb over her clit.

“Come on, come on,” he hissed against her shoulder, lips bumping her smooth skin.

Then Petra did start to come, cunt clenching Billy’s fingers and hand moving aggressively, desperately over his erection. Because her mouth had finally separated from Lex’s, Billy reveled in her harsh panting. His name didn’t join the panting, but he’d never expected that. (As if he’d expected any of this.) Petra pressed hard into his hand as her orgasm chewed her up and spat her out; her wetness slid down his fingers and palm, trickling to his wrist. He bit her shoulder.

Carefully, Billy extracted his sopping fingers and brought them to his dick. He was too lost in the high of getting her off to worry about anything but following her. More accommodating in bed than in daily life, Petra scooted her hand down, allowing Billy to coat the head of his cock in her arousal. It was practically the real thing, he realized―then he had to stop realizing it or risk jinxing the real thing actually happening, as had basically been promised by Petra earlier.

He smeared and stroked and her fingers traveled lower and lower until it was his balls in the palm of her hand. It felt like his whole body choked, seizing, until she abruptly moved her hand away, drawn fully into Lex’s lap by no one less than Lex himself, that bastard. Billy gasped, floundering. He was sliding backwards down Mount Orgasm and the way was a lot rockier than it had appeared when he’d been heading for the summit. Next to him, Petra and Lex tumbled backwards, Petra still astride Lex’s lap while he―flat out―tore open the condom and rolled it on.

That left Billy flustered and horny. Story of his life. He didn’t really know what his plan was as he twisted around, getting up on his knees, to watch Petra settle onto Lex’s dick with a coy arch of her back that drove Billy absolutely nuts. Oh yeah, and witnessing it cut like a thousand shards of glass. He was looking for a way to insinuate himself back into this three-way tango when the girl of his dreams―day and night―turned her head to catch his eye over her shoulder.

“Both of you,” she insisted to Billy, grasping Lex’s forearm as his fingers slid up to rest against her throat.

“Yeah, mate, get in here,” Lex said, quick and gruff.

Billy recoiled. Had his friend, in the throes of passion, suddenly had a change of heart and/or sexual preference? This was an unnerving development and certainly worse than them just getting through this on extreme discomfort and moderate dislike. Shit, Billy didn’t know if he had the finesse to let someone down gently.

“Lex, man, I don’t really―”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” the other spat. “I don’t bloody want you, but if you hadn’t noticed, this one―” A nod towards Petra. “―quit moving the second she looked over at you and saw that look on your face. Sad sack.”

“What should I do?” Billy asked Petra quietly. Lex threw his head back at the mattress, expression tense as he waited, erection buried inside Petra, but immobile.

She gave Billy a soft smile and he wanted to frame it, just her face, with his hands, blocking out the idiot whose hips she sat straddling. With her sparing yet slicing words, Petra had always survived on her actions in this place and now she acknowledged Billy’s question with a touch. Her fingertips were light on his chest. As her gaze dropped into his lap, he quickly shoved his underwear down before awkwardly fighting his way out of them―all knees and ankles. His previously rejected erection was stiffening up again, especially with Petra’s fingernail circling his nipple. Billy felt cold and hot and goosebump-y.

One hand on Billy’s chest and the other on Lex’s, she toyed with one and braced herself with the other, beginning to work her hips in Lex’s lap.

“Well thank god for that,” he said, thrusting upward.

Billy was trying to block him out, shifting close and combing his fingers into Petra’s hair until she closed her eyes and her head fell back into his palm. Lex’s hand flexed briefly at her throat and she rode him harder. The first time her hand started to skid down Billy’s chest, he captured it and pressed it to his skin. Maybe it was right over his heart. Who could say? The second time her hand fell, he was slow to react, trying to intertwine their fingers. Obviously, he would rather have Petra riding him, but the sight of two people fucking right in front of him was kind of distracting in an I could masturbate to this kind of way. But apparently Petra didn’t want to hold hands, shaking her fingers free of Billy’s and stroking down his stomach to grab his dick.

He groaned like he’d just been kicked in the stomach. She could’ve done that to him too and he would’ve said ‘thank you’ because he was fucked up, totally fucked up in love with her. Billy’s hips jolted and he gripped Petra’s thigh for strength―physical and mental. She was his Petra, no matter who was shaking her mattress, and her grasp on him was warm and tight as he propelled himself through her encircling hand. But his favourite part (as he clenched his jaw, trying to last longer) was her face and the way she let him hold her head up. Petra’s neck was exposed and Billy’s training said ‘vulnerable,’ but his eyes and his heart said ‘beautiful.’ It was breathtaking.

No, literally. Because Petra’s clever fist flexed and twisted and Billy came, gasping; he splattered the bedsheet and up her wrist like an ooey gooey bracelet. He slumped, head spinning, hand sweaty on her thigh, as Petra released him to wipe her arm on the sheet. Her fingernails lingered to scratch through his pubic hair. It made him want to thump his leg like a dog. Hell, she could collar him if she damn well felt like it.

Except right now, he had the hold on her. Billy turned her face towards his using the solid grip he had deep in Petra’s hair. Her head wouldn’t stay still, what with all the fucking of Lex she was doing, but Billy wasn’t deterred when he leaned in to kiss her. What was he supposed to be afraid of? A cut lip from her teeth? He wasn’t afraid of anything.

The hair on the back of his neck rose as their lips brushed delicately at first. After a minute, Petra touched his bottom lip with her tongue and Billy felt so zapped that it was possible that his entire mohawk had stood up too. When they broke apart, he thought she looked apologetic, but she turned to stare down at Lex too fast for Billy to be sure.

On impulse, he took Petra by the hips, heart pounding through his body like a stampede as he manhandled her through every rise and fall on Lex’s dick. Billy wanted to run his hands all over her. He wanted to dry hump the pleasured sound coming out of her mouth. Nuzzling his face and mouth from her shoulder to the back of her neck was like giving his blessing to the impending explosion.

Lex’s hands tripped over Billy’s as he reached up for the hearty grope that would accompany the homestretch of their fuck. Billy watched the other set of male hands fleetingly fondle Petra’s boobs, trace her waist, slide over the backs of Billy’s own hands, and go between her legs to wiggle her clit. Her small yelps increased in pitch and volume like they were climbing some precarious ladder. Billy’s groan just under her jaw as she came got blasted to hell volume-wise by Lex’s goddamn bellow (yeah, it felt good to be inside her―he fucking got it), but he knew Petra had heard him right there by her ear; she touched a limp hand to Billy’s cheek as the swaying of her hips gentled, like somebody up high on a swing who quit kicking their legs and just swung gradually to a stop.

Chest rising and falling as Billy’s palms slipped over her sides, grazing her breasts, Petra slapped a hand down to cover Lex’s mouth. Billy had been far too distracted to realize the guy had been about to release a triumphant shout. Lex mumbled against Petra’s palm and she moved it.

“If we get caught,” she informed him with a pant, easing off his lap, “I’ll only have had sex with one of you, which means that Billy will probably kill you.”

Billy nodded, suddenly unsure about touching Petra now that she was regaining her faculties and doing his damnedest not to let his eye be drawn by Lex’s hands removing and tying off the condom.

“I could take him,” Lex boasted, rising up on one elbow and shooting Billy a wink. He chucked the secured condom across the room and thankfully, it landed in the garbage can. “Our Billy’s more of a pipsqueak than a Rat.”

Petra’s bare shoulders jolted in an abrupt laugh.

“Yeah, alright, tough guy.”

She patted Lex’s thigh and he shifted, looking uneasy.

“I am tough,” he said defensively. “If not for my consideration for Billy-boy’s sensibilities, I’d’a been sullying your spotless reputation up against that wall all night, love.”

Lex pointed at a wall that Billy instinctively knew Petra would never have let him rub up against, seeing as it was pasted with overlapping posters, artwork, and other cool-looking shit. But apparently, that wasn’t the part of Lex’s statement that she was most interesting in calling him out on.

“Please,” Petra said flatly, planting her hand on the mattress. “You got exactly what you wanted.”

“Which was?” Lex challenged. Foolish, Billy thought, grinning.

“To submit. Shut up,” she added, pre-emptively. Lex pouted. Petra glanced over at Billy, on the other side of Lex’s still stretched out legs. “And what do you want?”

Billy hoped the question was rhetorical because he had so many issues with answering it. First off, he wanted too many things. Second, he craved whatever she’d be willing to give. Third, it was nothing that he longed to say in front of Lex. His wishes for the love life (yes, life―he was too hopeful to be a realist) of himself and Petra weren’t depraved (not mostly), but they were intimate. They were his. They were… probably never going to have a better opportunity to come true than this one.

Regardless, his mouth was dry. The sharp lines of black makeup around Petra’s eyes weren’t the only things that gave her the look of a predator, a big cat. It was her bright eyes that stared like a jaguar’s, somehow more intense the wider they were opened―as she had them now―than when disinterest kept her eyelids lazily lowered. Billy’s groin felt all hot and thumpy. He knew what was going on down there: he was getting hard again. It seemed like maybe his expression was pleading as he sat paralyzed, dick working its way back up like how they’d raised the flag on Iwo Jima, with Petra crawling over Lex’s shins to get to him.

“I,” he tried. “I… I lov―”

“It’s been established,” she assured him, hand on his thigh.

“You said this was about you,” Billy pointed out, feeling a little gutsier as his gaze darted over to Lex, struggling up to sitting. “So, on some level, even when you’re all ‘aaah, feelings!’, you must have thought about being with me.” He swallowed, but pushed ahead, through his fading bravery. “Even if it was only, like, a millionth of the number of times that I’ve thought about being with you,” he whispered.

“Starting to think that you’d get him off just by drying his tears, poor sod,” Lex contributed with a self-satisfied post-coital grin.

He smacked Billy heartily on the back and just as quickly, Petra had grabbed Lex by the thumb, using this weak point to twist his entire arm. Lex exhaled hard through his nose and kept his lips clamped until she loosened her hold. There was still a warning look in her eyes.

“You’re just about as touchy about him as he is about you,” Lex accused, the grin fighting its way back onto his face.

“Bite me,” she said.

“I think I’ve made my boundaries very clear, thank you, Countess Dracula.” When she glared, Lex held up a hand, laughing. “Kidding.”

“Getting back to me…” Billy hinted. Petra’s eyes shifted to him and he backpedalled. “Getting back to me talking about getting back to you.”

“Yes,” Petra agreed. “I’ve thought about it. I do know what I want.”

Because he couldn’t speak right away, Billy nodded. He glanced over at Lex who, confusingly yet not unhelpfully, gave him an encouraging thumbs up.

“So,” Billy started, “you, me, and this guy. How are we gonna―”

Lurching forward on her knees, Petra kissed him firmly.

“Just let me handle it,” she offered.

“Please do,” Billy said, breathless.

Now it was him, not Lex, being eased down onto his back, Petra’s hand on his chest helping him get there. She didn’t straddle him like before though, just kissed and nudged. Billy tucked her hair back behind her ear when it swung forward. It wisped past her neck, raising that dark scent. Petra still wasn’t making a move to put any more skin against him than her palm over his heart, so he rolled towards her. Unhurriedly, she toppled from her folded up crouch―her torso twisted, her legs shifted, she gradually straightened her body, bringing it in line with his.

Giving her hair a flick to keep it back from her face, Billy reached around, gathering Petra close to him and inching them lengthwise on the bed. He didn’t want his gangly legs hanging off the edge of the mattress to distract him when he finally got to have her. His fingers played where her back arched to curve her towards him, tracing her spine. God, she was soft. But Billy wanted her hips to come forward too, his own tilting restlessly in search of Petra’s. She nipped his lower lip before flashing him a quick smirk. Was she playing with him? Because Billy had to be honest with himself: that was turning him on. Turning him on more. The erection straining towards her probably made that point.

“Aren’t you two just the fucking cutest?”

Billy sighed. He and Petra drew apart, turning to glare (mostly Billy on that one) at Lex. From his spot near their feet, he looked like a huge creep, just looming there, watching.

“Thrown me over already, have you? Forgotten about me?” he checked with the currently impassive Petra. Lex waved a hand at Billy. “Decided to go for someone who is, in every sense of the word, greener than myself? Won’t you be needing this?”

He held up the other condom, still wrapped, from whatever rumple of sheets it had made its way into since the proper intercourse portion of events had begun. Maybe it was threatening, this little power-play Lex seemed to be going for, literally holding the key to their safe sexual gratification over their heads (or knees, actually). Plus the general taunting, consisting of both insults and rhetorical questions. But it was just so fucking Lex. Always a dramatic shithead whenever the occasion didn’t call for it. Billy started to laugh.

“You really do like Petra,” he said through amused wheezes. “You’re so jealous, dude.”

“Oh, shove it up your arse, Bennett.” Lex whipped the condom at him and it smacked his cheek, but it didn’t make Billy quit laughing.

“Come here, moron,” Petra said, stretching to hook her fingers under the cuff around Lex’s wrist.

Once he’d been convinced to lie down on Petra’s other side while she lightly stroked the inner part of his forearm, she switched her attention back to Billy. Her hips quit teasing and the second she came in contact with his erection, Billy felt like he’d been doused in cheap booze and set on fire. He scrambled for her, even though she was right there, clutching and pawing and hugging her close. Their mouths were engaged in a filthy wet kiss that gave his crotch the cavernous thrum of an amped bass. Excitingly, her hands were just as eager: jerking his mohawk, pressing his fingers between her legs, and then―gulp―gripping the back of his neck when she said, “I want you, Billy.”

As if he hadn’t already been wrapped around her finger.

He wasn’t really sure which of them was taking the lead, only that his sweaty palms were dragging across her skin, circumnavigating her waist, as Petra rolled over. Her back was to him now, but her hand was clenching his hip, trembling (though not as much as Billy’s) as he retrieved the condom and rolled it down his dick, aching for her. (Stupid wrapper didn’t want to disengage from his damp fingers and he had to flick repeatedly to send it fluttering away.)

With an abrupt angling of her hips and an assuring glance over her shoulder, Petra made it clear that she was ready. It took Billy a couple extra seconds to be that ready, since her ass pressing against his cock had cracked his brain open like an egg. He remembered about the lockdown, and the cafeteria schedule, and the lack of food in his body―eggs or otherwise. Hopefully supressing the thought would keep stomach rumblings at bay.

Scooting his hips lower, Billy got into a position where he’d be able to push up into the wetness he knew was waiting for him. Petra’s fingers tensed on his hip. As he prodded her entrance, she leaned her upper body away from him, kissing Lex. In search of his limit for how overwhelmed he could possibly feel, Billy pressed slowly into Petra. Wowza.

Once he’d completed the stage where his eyes were clamped shut, he opened them to see Lex’s hand, fingers splayed, on Petra’s back. Now, nausea was a genuine threat, but the sight of Lex’s hand―his bracelets and his fingers―didn’t manage to invoke it. Billy was thinking about Petra, Petra getting what she needed. Petra surrounded. Petra adored. Petra worshipped and caressed from the outside and within. It made the fucking blood pump in his cock.

Billy’s knee hitched up on its own, almost bouncing, as he eased in deep. His leg tangled with Petra’s, then Lex’s too, until the three of them had lower limbs like strands of a shitty friendship bracelet. Because when you were riffraff, when you were a Rat and maybe also an orphan, school was hell on earth and a threesome was a friendship bracelet. Tonight, Billy wasn’t afraid of his life’s grimy details or the grander horrors of its plot. He accepted that the night he would feel most himself and the night that he would see Lex’s balls were in fact the same night. And that night was this night. And this night ruled.

Petra gripped his cock with her insides―felt like she did it on purpose―and Billy whined in pleasure. Every time his hips snapped up and into her, he tried to go deeper, refusing to believe anything to do with this girl had a limit. He held her shoulder with one hand and pressed his other palm flat to the small of her back; his middle finger balanced along her spine. If he’d been a little less out of his mind, Billy would have asked Petra out loud for ways to make it better for her. Although, maybe his lack of constant double-checking made it better for her. She might’ve found his naked (in every sense) devotion sickening.

Her enjoyment wasn’t much of a question though; Petra’s arousal kept Billy moving on his path as slickly as a poisoned dart through a blowpipe. He was panting hard and had no idea when he’d started doing that. Possibly back when Petra had first suggested the threesome. It was getting noisy actually, with the three of them so worked up. Their breathing was all out of sync, then there were the soft, wet pat noises of the boys’ hands hungrily feeling Petra’s skin, plus the sound of Billy driving in and out of her cunt―something like the smack of a bubble gum bubble bursting. Another member or two with a real instrument and they’d basically be a band. And an orgy. Billy didn’t feel ready for that.

He did, however, feel like he was getting ready to flood this condom. Petra’s hips rolled and so did Billy’s eyes―back into his head. Lex was speaking a constant stream of praise for Petra’s boobs and Billy had a feeling that his friend was definitely forgiven for his earlier insult about their shape. There was a moment, a second or less than that, as Billy changed his angle to drill into Petra faster when he realized Lex must be rubbing her clit from his position in front of her. What tipped him off was feeling a brief brush of fingertips along his shaft on an outward stroke. Panicked and thrusting like crazy, he lifted his head to see Lex and was met with wide eyes. Billy dropped his head back to the mattress. Yep, that was something they were going to pretend never happened.

Petra―goddess among women―drew him back into the moment in an instant, reaching up frantically to clap her palm over the back of the hand Billy had on her shoulder. Her hips were slamming back to give his a rough welcome and when he matched the brutality of her thrusts, Petra moaned. It raised bumps up and down his arms. Whatever she was doing to Lex with her other hand, out of Billy’s line of sight, had him saying some really profane things about Jesus’s mother.

Figuring he and Lex were just about there (though also very badly NOT wanting to think about them having simultaneous orgasms), Billy stroked his palm from Petra’s lower back up to her neck. Then, stiffening his fingers into claws, he scratched all the way back down. Petra screamed. Her tightness at the moment of release nearly killed Billy. Which, strangely, would’ve coincided with his more-than-baseless prophesy that he was going to die in this school. Better a really good fuck than a stab wound to the gut, right?

His own orgasm tossed Billy around like an ill-conceived childhood experiment involving the dryer. Up was down and down was up and the center was Petra, like it had been since he met her. Eventually, things felt less intense and Billy pulled out, dick softening with what seemed like reluctance, to attempt to tie off the slippery condom three times before giving up and hurling it into the trash. He flopped back down on the bed and, when she didn’t squirm away, wrapped both arms around Petra’s waist. Yeah, maybe that’s where Lex’s arms were too (a little looser than Billy’s because Billy didn’t do casual), but who fucking cared?

It was kinda therapeutic, Billy thought, getting used to the sound of their breathing.

“Ok,” Petra said finally, twisting onto her back within the boys’ embrace. She had hickeys darkening on her throat. Her voice was hoarse and it tugged the corners of Billy’s mouth up immediately. “I know you two are mentally filling this silence with feelings, so somebody better talk instead.”

“And whatever would we discuss, love?” Lex asked innocently. “What a wicked little thing you are when you’re on top, or how you surprised Billy and I with that barbaric scream?”

Billy froze, horrified that he was about to witness Lex trounced by Petra, but she let out a low laugh.

“There’s no way nobody heard that. We are so fucked.”

“Nah,” Billy promised, “they’ll just think it was someone being murdered.”

Lex snorted, leaning up on his elbow.

“And you don’t think they’ll investigate that?”

Billy glanced at him and shrugged.

“They’ll do what they always do.” He smiled at Petra’s probing look. “Dick-all, and then give whoever did it a gold star.”

“This school doesn’t do gold stars,” Petra informed him.

“Yeah,” Lex acknowledged, “but how’d you expect Billy to know that? Not like he’s ever even come close to―”

Billy reached over Petra and slapped Lex across the ear. Before he’d managed to pull his arm all the way back, Lex―both swearing and laughing―had grabbed it and they were tussling, trying to get a grip on each other and land the next blow. Petra was trapped between the two, verbally berating them and then just directing her elbows towards their bare stomachs when they didn’t listen to her.

No heartfelt declarations, no tender kisses; this was the better ending. All of Billy’s best memories with these two included war wounds.

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Characters Tags Masterlist Part 2

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Part 1 of this masterlist

Final Fantasy VII

Zack Fair, Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Reno Sinclair, Yuffie Kisaragi, Denzel, Vincent Valentine, Sephiroth, Genesis Rhapsodos, Barret Wallace, Biggs, Jessie Rasberry, Leslie Kyle, Tseng

Paper Towns

Quentin Jacobsen, Ben Starling, Radar, Margo Roth Spiegelman

Glee

Glee Club

Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Kurt Hummel, Will Schuester, Noah Puckerman, Quinn Fabrey, Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mike Chang, Blaine Anderson, Mercedes Jones,  Artie Abrams, Sebastian Smythe, Rory Flanagan, Sam Evans

New Girl

Schmidt, Winston Bishop, Nick Miller

Final Fantasy X

Tidus, Auron, Yuna, Rikku

Back to the Future

Marty McFly, George McFly, Lorraine MccFly, Jennifer Parker, Biff Tannen

Misfits

Nathan Young, Kelly Bailey, Simon Bellamy, Curtis Donovan, Alisha Daniels

Death Note

L Lawliet, Light Yagami, Mihael Keehl (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate River (Near), Touta Matsuda

Uncharted

Nathan Drake, Sam Drake, Victor Sullivan, Chloe Frazer

Musketeers

D’Artagnan, Aramis, Porthos, Athos, Phillippe

Smallville

Bart Allen, Clark Kent (Welling), Oliver Queen (Hartley), Jimmy Olsen (Ashmore), A.C., Lex Luthor, Chloe Sullivan

Witcher

Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla of Cintra, Dandelion, Jaskier (Batey), Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Renfri

Final Fantasy XV

Chocobros, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Aranea Highwind, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Cindy Aurum

Jurassic World

Zach Mitchell, Owen Grady

Marvel/MCU

Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Maria Hill, Darcy Lewis, Stephen Strange, T’Challa, Shuri, Loki Laufeyson, Jane Foster, Peggy Carter, Pepper Pots, Peter Quill, Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Carol Danvers, Howard Stark, James Rhodes, Vision

Spiderman

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), (Tom Holland), Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, Harry Osborn

PS4 Marvel Spider-Man

Star Wars

Poe Dameron, Finn, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Anakin Skywalker, Rey, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Leia Organa, Padme Amidala, Rose Tico

Deadpool

Wade Wilson, Vanessa Carlysle, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Nathan Summers/Cable, Yukio

Supergirl

Kara Danvers, Winn Schott, Alex Danvers, James Olsen

Fantastic Beasts

Newt Scamander, Credence Barebone, Queenie Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Theseus Scamander

Disney

Hercules, Li Shang, Aladdin, Tarzan, Eric, Jane Porter, John Smith, Belle, Jasmine, Mulan, Kristoff, Anna, Kuzco, Milo Thatch

Tangled

Eugene Fitzherbert, Rapunzel

Holes

Stanley Yelnats, Hector Zeroni, X-Ray, Zigzag

Fantastic Four

Johnny Storm, Reed Richards

How I Met Your Mother

Marshall Eriksen, Barney Stinson, Ted Mosby

Friends

Chandler Bing, Joey Tribbiani, Ross Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Monica Geller

Malcolm In The Middle

Malcolm Wilkerson, Reese Wilkerson, Francis Wilkerson

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, Henry Turner, James Norrington, Elizabeth Swann, Carina Smyth

X-Men

Charles Xavier, Raven Darkhelmore (Mystique), Jean Grey, Hank McCoy, Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver), Logan Howlett (Wolverine), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Erik Lehnsherr

Life Is Strange

Warren Graham, Nathan Prescott, Max Caulfield, Chloe Price, Kate Marsh

DCEU

Diana Prince, Steve Trevor, Bruce Wayne, Arthur Curry

Superman

Clark Kent (Henry Cavill), Lois Lane

The Big Bang Theory

Sheldon Cooper

Brooklyn 99

Jake Peralta, Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Terry Jeffords, Raymond Holt, Gina Linetti

Baby Driver

Baby, Darling

My Hero Academia 

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Momo Yaoyorozu, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Uraraka Ochako, Mei Hatsume, Iida Tenya

God Of War

Kratos, Atreus, Mimir, Freya, Athena, Sindri, Brok, Faye, Baldur

Others (fandoms I don’t usually write for)

Augustus Waters (TFIOS), Oliver Queen (Arrow)

Part 3 of this masterlist!

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Accepting Myself

It’s Pride! This is the first year of Pride where I've felt 100% comfortable with my own sexuality and I wanted to talk about my experience because some people might be struggling with what I did growing up. So, if you’re struggling, trying to figure out if bisexual is the right label for you, feel free to read my lengthy post underneath the cut. It’s more of ramble and sort of a journal entry because I’ve never talked about it properly before but hopefully, it might be of some use. 

(A small warning: This will only be about my personal experience growing up as a bisexual woman. Currently, I consider myself to be attracted to my own gender and other genders but I’ll be speaking about my experience growing up with the male and female genders because while there are many genders/identities/sexualities, I wasn’t aware of them growing up.)

It wasn't until I was in my late teens that I accepted that my attraction to some girls had to mean something. And just doing that was a huge success because I had been repressing it all.

I had always tried not to really think about any sort of attraction I had toward my own gender because I grew up in a conservative home (and was also homeschooled too so I didn't have many friends). I was raised to be 100% straight. When I was in my teens, I was learning it was okay to be gay and to accept everyone (which I only learned from the internet and tv shows) but I never thought to do the same for myself. I was so conditioned by my upbringing, that I excused my attraction to girls as some sort of sexual thing and just that. Because I limited it to just a sexual attraction, I sort of felt ashamed (but being bisexual and heteroromantic is perfectly okay). This is because, for a lot of my childhood, sex was something I thought was shameful and sinful (it would take me years to figure out it wasn’t).

I think this is also why I struggled so much to learn and accept my sexuality. It wasn't until I was around 19 or so that I started to accept that whatever I was, it clearly wasn't straight. And so I began trying to figure out what exactly I should call myself.

To some, labels aren't important and they don't feel a need to identify as anything which is perfectly acceptable. I wish I could have been comfortable without a label but I never have been. I wanted to know what I was, I wanted to be able to say, "Okay, this term and description is what I am. I feel like I know myself now." That's what it would take for me to be comfortable with myself.

Again, because I was so afraid to accept myself, I never did a huge amount of research. I remember the first thing I wanted to call myself was bisexual. I should have embraced that. I should have gone with my gut instinct because it was the right one. What stopped me from saying I was bisexual? Many things.

Growing up, I was taught not hate anyone which was nice but the problem was that my parents also chose not to teach me about other sexualities and sex in general (an example, my mother thought she needed to explain to me what a hymen was the other day, yup, I’m 22 and she just now cared to talk about that). I do not think I knew about gay people until I was in my early teens and I would have discovered them much later had I not gotten into a fandom.

When I was young (early teens), the first show I was ever properly obsessed with was a show called Smallville. I loved everything about it and because I loved it, I started searching things about it on the internet. Now, my internet access was limited because my family couldn’t really afford it so the first time my aunt had high-speed internet, I was using my cousin’s laptop to look up all sorts of things about Smallville and the cast. This, of course, led to me finding some fanfiction which wasn’t so family friendly. It was a smutty fanfiction between Clark and Lex. I knew that two boys being together had to be wrong (because I had never seen it before). I think that was the first time I ever found the word gay. Reading this fanfiction felt shameful (because of my upbringing) but I continued to read whenever I was around the internet. It took time but I developed my own opinion and decided there was nothing wrong with being gay. There simply couldn’t be, not when they were simply born this way. Because of this, I became invested with ships like Peter/Syler from Heroes and I secretly supported gay people (the only other sexuality I knew of).

The first time I think I was ever introduced to what bisexuality was Glee. A lot of my introduction to actually seeing canon sexualities is because of Glee. They never really dealt with bisexuality properly. While Brittney (the smol lovely bi girl) was a delightful character, some of the other characters around her, acted being bi was selfish/greedy and for a while, I think I must have thought that too and it caused me to never consider that label for myself until long after I left the fandom and was taught how toxic that was.

It wasn't until I watched Doctor Who that I saw positive representation in the form of the glorious Captain Jack Harkness. His sexuality was handled in the right way. He liked all sorts of people and that was okay. No one judged him for it at all, they embraced him and I could remember that making me insanely happy. I didn't really allow myself to think about why it made me happy but it did.

It was then that I got into the Sherlock fandom. That was my first proper introduction into what being bisexual was. Despite that it's not strictly speaking canon, most people considered John Watson to be bisexual. Because I did a lot of writing when I first joined the fandom, I had to learn exactly what that was. I became very comfortable with the term bisexual because of John Watson and the Sherlock fandom.

Now, somewhere along the way, I remember watching the YouTuber, Shane Dawson, he had a very personal coming out video about being bisexual. When he talked about sexuality being on a spectrum, it was the very first time I heard that and my life was changed. I finally realized it was okay if I wasn't 100% straight. It was the first time I accepted that about myself. I was still too scared to call myself bisexual but Shane's video helped me in a way I didn't know until this year.

It wasn't until I was about 21 that I started to research a bit more. I was under the false impression that being bisexual meant you had to be 100% a certain way. You had to like girls the same exact way you liked boys. Why I thought this, I'm not sure. I was in more accepting mindset but was still terrified of labeling myself incorrectly because I didn't want to other bisexual people to look at me and say that because I hadn't had romantic feelings for a girl, I wasn't really bisexual. I don't think that would have ever happened but I was still terrified.

That was why I started researching. Trying to figure out if I could just be sexually attracted to girls because I hadn't felt romantic attraction to them. Because of that, I discovered people could be bisexual and heteroromantic. I thought that I had found the right terms. Those terms sounded correct but looking back on it now, I was never really comfortable with calling myself two things. I know there are some that are comfortable with those labels, I'm happy for you. Embrace them! They just never fit me.

I said I was bisexual/heteroromantic for a little while and I remember my close friend telling me that I didn't have to stress myself out with trying to fit into a certain label. I believe she knew I was bisexual and was trying to get me to accept it by trying to get me to not stress about it too much. Bless her. She is also a huge reason as to why I learned it was okay to be me. She always tried to get me to accept myself for who I am and I will always be thankful for that. <3

Still, despite her lovely advice, I stressed. I kept having the urge to call myself bi but my misconceptions on exactly what it meant to be bi held me back. I was no longer okay with being called heteroromantic and bisexual. I just hated thinking of myself as two different things. It was because of my friend that I accepted that just because I hadn't experienced romantic attraction toward any girls, it didn't mean I never would. Again, she knew me better than I knew myself and I should have listened to her.

Research started again and I learned the term Queer. I originally thought only gay people used it but I discovered LOTS of people use this term for many different reasons. One of them is if you are attracted to the same gender to some degree.

I think a huge reason as to why I embraced this label was because of the actor Ezra Miller, he identifies as queer (still does as far as I’m aware). I really love Ezra Miller and felt like I related to a lot of his beliefs when it came to love.  I still do. I was still calling myself queer a few months ago.  At the time, I felt like I had found the right description but whenever I said it out-loud, it never felt right.  I would tell my close friend this is what I was calling myself but it just didn’t feel right when I said it. She accepted it, of course, but looking back on it now, I feel a tiny bit embarrassed for wearing so many labels in such a short amount of time. But honestly, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, I was trying to learn who I was and it just took me a few labels to figure that out.

It was over the past two months that I finally learned to accept that I was bisexual. It happened without me really thinking about it too much. That was a huge part of it. I stopped stressing myself out about it and learned to accept whatever sort of feelings I had. Because I was looking at famous girls and accepting that I was attracted to them, I became very comfortable with the idea of possibly having romantic feelings for them. I hadn’t felt any romantic feelings but after I became comfortable with the idea of having them, it didn’t take me long to look at female characters (and certain female youtubers) and embrace the romantic feelings I did feel. Then, without realizing it, I started calling myself bisexual. It happened naturally and I realized that I finally felt comfortable with myself. This was the right choice for me. Nothing about saying that I was bisexual felt off at all. I had accepted myself. It took me until I was 22 but I finally did it.

Once I figured out exactly who I was, a weight had lifted off my shoulders. A huge amount of happiness has been with me through Pride because I finally feel like I belong in the community where I’ve always belonged. Now that I’ve accepted myself completely, I’ve even started to realize that one of the first crushes I ever had was a girl when I was very little. I didn’t realize what it was at the time but I had a crush on her just like I did boys as I grew up.

The lesson I learned throughout my entire journey is that you shouldn’t be afraid to call yourself whatever sexuality you think you might be. If I had embraced what I first wanted to call myself from the start, I think I would have learned to accept myself A LOT sooner. If you think bisexual is a good fit for you, go with it. Don’t be afraid to call yourself that because you don’t tick every box like I did. Being bisexual means different things to different people. To me, it means I've attracted my own gender and any other genders.

If you think you are bisexual and are afraid to say that because you’ve never felt romantic attraction or sexual attraction toward your own gender (or you’ve experienced very little) you don’t have to be. You can still wear that label if you feel like it suits you. Being bi is an experience, your experience doesn’t have to be exactly like everyone else’s experience. It's okay if you’ve never been with your own gender and its okay if you never are (I haven’t been with anyone at all and that’s okay too), it doesn’t erase your bisexuality. If you’re more attracted to a certain gender, that’s okay, it doesn’t mean you’re not bisexual. Don’t be afraid to be you.

Also, try not to stress too much about it figuring out exactly what you want to call yourself. I truly wish I hadn’t. I think it happens naturally. But don’t be afraid to try things out. If you call yourself one thing for a while and it turns out it doesn’t suit you, it’s okay to try out another term.

I’d also like to say, it’s okay if you don’t come out right away. Come out when you want to (and to who you want to) and when you think you’re ready. I’ve personally only felt comfortable coming out to my close friends (and the internet) and I doubt I’ll ever come out to my personal family (I just don’t feel a need to). But, do you. Come out when you want, to who you want and at your own pace.

This was a long rambling mess and if you somehow made it through this entire post, you’re wonderful. 

It’s Pride. Be yourself, be loud, be proud, love yourself and celebrate yourself.