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Varian had a problem. When he first met the problem deep in their college's library, asleep in HIS chair, his first thought had been, “I'm sure he doesn't know that's my chair. I'll just leave him a note for when he wakes up.” Irregardless, it wasn't a big deal.
And then it happened again; a note still hanging out of the problem's hand. To Varian's chagrin, the note read: “no :)”
Huh. Okay, then. He didn't have to be nice about this. He could be mean. And demand his seat back. Yeah. Easy-peasy.
That next morning, Varian went to the library extra early, huffing. He peeked his head around the corner of a bookshelf, and to his displeasure, the problem was there, although for once he was awake. He held a lengthy book in his hand, legs crossed like some kind of prince. He seemed entirely absorbed in whatever he was reading, and Varian tried to ignore the little pricks of heat that hit him at the focus in his expression. The problem subconsciously tugged at his turtleneck a bit, revealing the shallow ridges in his neck. And, well-
Maybe Varian's gaze lingered too long. That was his first mistake, he thinks, because his stare is then met with gorgeous green eyes and freckles and a raised eyebrow and oh. Suddenly his face feels very hot. Shit. The problem stares for a moment, and Varian wonders just how creepy he must look, peeking around the corner, watching some random boy's neck.
Then, the problem spoke, snapping him out of his stupor. “Got something to say to me, sweetcheeks?” His voice was like honey. Like honey you drain into really hot tea, and then burn your tongue on, and wow, it’s really hot in here. A sly smile spread across the other’s lips, “Don’t leave me in suspense here.”
Varian scoffed, “Well,” he started, stepping towards the other in what he hopes comes across intimidatingly. “I sit there. Usually. And I know you know that, because of the note you-” And then Varian felt his words clam up in his mouth when the boy rose to his feet, standing tall over him with a superior smirk.
“Oh, so you’re the one who wrote the note? Varian? That’s cute.”
Varian’s eyes narrowed carefully, the brief fluttering in his stomach coming to an abrupt pause. Crossing his arms, Varian stared daggers up at the taller boy, “And you are?”
“Hugo,” And then he winked. At Varian. (The fluttering is back.)
Varian cleared his throat aggressively, hardening his gaze, “You know, I’m pretty sure there are other seats in a library.”
“And what’s stopping you from using those spots?” Hugo crossed his arms–mocking him, he’s sure, what an asshole–holding his glare with an equally scrutinizing look. “Seems hypocritical, love.”
Varian bristled, “I like how secluded it is, because I’m not usually bothered by bothersome people.”
“Mmm, bothersome? Really? That’s harsh-” And then Varian tugged him down by the collar in a fit of sudden anger because that makes sense. He realized just too late how screwed he is.
“I don’t have time for your…,” Varian hesitated, face steadily growing red despite himself. He cleared his throat, “...your games.” He hardened his resolve and gestured to the seat, “I have things to do.”
For a moment, the taller boy just stared at Varian. When Hugo’s cheeks flushed minutely, Varian thought he was just seeing things, but then his lips quirked upwards in pride, and all Varian can think is oh fuck. Hugo looked Varian up and down.
“I have things to do too.”
Which is how Varian supposes he currently finds himself up against the wall of the library, back arched as Hugo gently rids himself of his pants behind him. “Excited, hair-stripe?” Hugo’s voice comes mockingly, and Varian’s only response is an unhappy groan.
“I need words, sweetheart,” Hugo teases, slender but firm hands gripping Varian’s hips in silent possessiveness. He glances down to Varian’s bare cock. “You look pretty excited.” Varian throws his head back over his shoulder, glaring at Hugo.
“I’ll be more 'excited' once you start doing something, you...chair stealer.” Varian hisses, resting his forehead against the bookshelf. Hugo just chuckles--damn him--, experimentally circling Varian's hole with his index finger. “Stop teasing and get on with it, Hugo-” His complaint is cut off by the digit sliding in with no small amount of resistance, and he can hear Hugo curse quietly.
“Well, now, that's certainly no way to speak to me. And here I was trying to be gentle…” But Varian can't even reply now, mind turning to jelly as Hugo finally begins to loosen his hole with his long, calculating fingers. Then, Hugo shoves in a second with no warning.
“Fuck, H-Hugo- go slower-” Varian exclaims, his hands looking to hold onto anything for some kind of stability. Hugo only chuckles knowingly into Varian’s ear.
“Shh. This is a library. You have to be quiet if you don’t want us getting caught, sweetcheeks.” Hugo murmurs, his fingers still wriggling inside of Varian deeper and deeper. “Or maybe you want to get caught.” As if to prove a point, Hugo forces in a third finger. “You want that, slut? Wanna give everyone a show? You want people to watch you take my cock like the whore you are?” Varian whines and shakes his head. Hugo hums in amusement, tilting his head down to murmur into Varian’s ear.
“You're adorable,” Hugo praises, watching Varian all but become putty at that, like a clay doll standing on stilts. His legs quiver from the position and his hole aches with fullness, and he's very aware of Hugo's amusement like he just knows..
“H-Hugo, just fuck me already-” Varian’s voice raises, a whine working its way up his throat, but Hugo shushes him, slowly twisting and working his hole open.
“So impatient… Just look at yourself. Wriggling and clawing at a bookshelf like a bitch in heat,” He hums in contentment, “Go on. You know what I want to hear.”
Varian moans airily, trying to muffle his noises best he can. He rests his forehead on the bookshelf in exhaustion, whispering, “I need you to use me.”
Varian can’t see Hugo’s face, but he can practically feel his mocking grin in his voice when he nips at Varian’s ear: “What was that?” He shoves in a fourth finger.
The shorter boy gasps, his back arching in a way that makes Hugo’s breath catch.
“I need your cock, Hugo- please, please, I need you~” And then Hugo’s fingers pull out, leaving Varian feeling uncomfortably empty. He can hear the sound of a cap unscrewing behind him, though, so he looks over his shoulder again. Oh, fuck.
“Is that really gonna fit?” He asks, but Hugo just presses a kiss to his temple with a smile.
“That’s why I prepped you. Why? Hoping it’ll be too big? Hoping we'll be able to see its outline when it's inside you?”
Varian rolls his eyes with a scoff, “Shut the fuck u-” But Hugo's hand is over his mouth now, and it takes Varian a moment to realize why. There are footsteps down the hallway.
Varian holds his breath, suddenly acutely aware of just how humiliating of a position he was in. Back arched, embarrassingly aroused, legs spread. Oh my God, and with a blonde!
Snapping Varian out of his thoughts, The footsteps grow louder, the tell tale sound of heels clicking with each step.
And then, too late, Varian feels something wide pressing up against his hole.
Hugo bites down on the crook of Varian’s neck and growls out, “Be a good little slut and stay quiet, understand?” Hugo doesn’t wait for Varian to reply before pushing himself in all the way to the hilt, pressing just barely up against a sweet spot inside Varian that forces a moan to the edge of his throat. One that Varian struggles to force down like Hugo told him to, panting. Varian's unsure why exactly why he feels the overwhelming need to listen to him, to be good, but there's something about Hugo that leaves him just wanting more. Hugo waits for a brief moment, letting Varian adjust to his length before pulling out, just barely leaving the tip inside of Varian, soliciting a gasp out of him.
“You ever done this before?” Hugo mutters, his hand hot with Varian’s breath. He shakes his head just barely, and Hugo pauses. His voice comes heavy-handed and sultry, “Well shit, coulda fooled me, stripes.” And then Hugo pushes back in with one go, sinking into Varian like he was surrounded by quicksand; Varian gritting his teeth and straining against the friction. The shuffling of feet around the bookshelves only draws nearer, and with them Hugo’s pace only grows more punishing. Varian squirms under Hugo, whimpering with every thrust.
“Good boy, good boy, how you doin’ down there?” Hugo murmurs, tone shifting into something Varian can’t quite decipher, but he thinks it might be concern. Shakily, Varian lifts a thumbs-up, and from behind him he hears Hugo snort. “Glad to hear it, short-stuff. Remember, not a sound.” His pace picks up again, sinking back into Varian’s walls easily now. His hands wind back to grip Varian's waist, his thumbs nearly touching. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You were made for this.”
Hugo jerks his hips up harshly into Varian, and Varian screams. The steps cease behind the shelf, but Hugo carries on, desperately using Varian like nothing more than a fleshlight again. Varian’s eyes are screwed shut; his breaths coming out labored and fast and desperate. He’s getting close, he can feel it, and Hugo slams back into him so ferociously, and Hugo’s tugging at Varian’s hair, and Hugo’s touching him everywhere, and, Hugo, Hugo, Hugo-
“Where do you want it, baby?” Hugo’s breathless voice jerks Varian out of his pleasure-filled haze.
“I-inside-” Varian stammers just barely, his focus half on Hugo slamming into him and the other half on Hugo’s words. Hugo snickers condescendingly.
“I was hoping you'd say that,” Hugo punctuates this with a particularly deep thrust, hitting Varian’s prostate with vigor. Varian writhes under him, gasping, but Hugo doesn't let up, “God, you are a slut. So pretty under me, so fucking pretty-” Then Hugo's thrusts begin to grow ragged, slower now but going deeper as he growled into Varian’s ear that he was a slut, that he would spread his legs for anybody, how he was so pretty, and Varian spasms--moans so pretty, Hugo thinks–when he finally comes all over the carpeted floor. Of a library.
But Hugo doesn't stop, only continuing to pound mercilessly into Varian, chasing his own release. Varian nearly goes limp against the bookshelf, and fortunately Hugo finishes deep inside Varian before the shorter boys’ legs give out.
Varian slumps against the bookshelf with a whimper, vaguely aware that Hugo took a seat next to him. His voice comes absurdly calm, “Well, we should get you cleaned up and get out of here before the person that was definitely watching us brings the librarian over.” Varian goes red in the face, now acutely aware again of where he is. He brings his knees up to his chest and groans, “I'm gonna get banned from the library for having sex with a cute blonde guy.”
Hugo stills, an unreadable look crossing his face, “You think I’m cute?” Varian looks at him dubiously.
“Obviously?”
“Don’t ‘obviously’ me! How the hell was I supposed to know that?”
“We just had sex. In a library.”
“That doesn't mean anything.”
Hugo scoffs, but then pauses, pursing his lips.
“...Good sex, though?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What do you mean ‘I guess’?!”