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Alex Standall makes a lot of mistakes. His latest one is his relationship with Liberty High's resident asshole, Montgomery de la Cruz. Alex isn't entirely sure how they got here, making out against Monty's wall, with shirts discarded and hickeys littering both of their bodies, but Alex would not rather be anywhere else. Despite the fact that nothing could come of this; whatever this was, Alex needed it, he needed to feel Monty's hot breath against his neck, needed the ghosting of lips over his chest, needed the soft whimpers to keep coming, Alex needed it, all of it.
"S-stop thinking Alex,", Monty stuttered, removing his lips from a hickey he was creating on Alex' pale skin. Alex sighed as Monty reattached his lips to his neck, they were cold against the warm, flustered skin. He worked them down his his torso, leaving short kisses on the skin. Alex, despite loving the feeling of Monty against his tense body, couldn't ignore the nagging at the back of his mind, what they were doing was wrong.
If anyone found out, Alex would have to leave again, move away like he did last time, and the time before that. His father would hate him even more than he already did, and Alex would be prevented from seeing any boy that held any possibility of hooking up with Alex.
Suddenly, Monty pulled away, leaving Alex looking at him, confused and frustrated.
"What's up with you?," Monty asked, slightly out of breathe.
"Nothing," Alex whispered, as he linked his arms around Monty's neck, attempting to pull him closer.
"Alex," Monty tutted, looking at him with worried eyes.
"Monty," Alex repeated, mocking his tone.
"Tell me," Monty looked at him so intensely that Alex had to look away, "Did I do something?"
"God no, Monty, no of course not. It's just, I'm worried about us," ,
"Alex, no one is going to find out, we've been doing this for like eight months now," Monty drawled, drawing circles on Alex's back.
"My dad -" Alex began.
"Will never know, you know how careful we are,"
Alex nodded and leaned back in, connecting their lips again. He moved his fingers from Monty's neck to his hair, twisting and gripping the strands with his hands, eliciting a moan from Monty.
Suddenly, Monty pulled back, turning his head to the window amd looking outside. "The fuck was that?" he asked, somehow completely aware of everything happening around them.
"The fuck was what?" Alex replied, craning his neck to see outside. "No, it's probably just a car or some shit," Monty said, mainly to himself.
Alex, too aroused and frustated to find out what Monty was talking about, just pulled him back in for a deep kiss, tugging harshly on Monty's hair.