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A broken down bus. Two weeks to fix it. That's how Austin had ended up here, staying with Andrew’s brother Leo and pretending not to notice the glare he was giving him. Everyone else laughed and jeered, playing some colorful game Austin didn't bother to watch. Instead, he stared down at his phone, pretending not to notice Andrew’s brother standing up.
His attention was caught when Will yelled a name, Austin didn't quite hear it. He glanced over to the hallway just in time to see Leo disappear into his room with a friend. It was late, the boys were all tired. So they retired to the shared guest room, with Austin sparing another glance toward Leo’s door.
Two in the morning. Maybe three. Austin didn't bother to check the time on his phone. Instead, he quietly pulled himself out of the bed and shuffled towards the door. As he approached the kitchen, he heard voices. Loud whispers and giggles followed by a loud ‘shh!’
Austin found himself looking at Leo and Leo’s friend, both with a shot glass in hand. His brows shot up as he spotted the expensive vodka on the counter. Leo’s friend gave him a grin and reached for another glass without a word. Three shots were poured and before he could object, one was pushed into Austin’s hand.
Leo simply downed the alcohol while staring at Austin. His friend laughed which earned him a smack from Leo. Austin realized he was still gripping the full glass and quickly drank it. Leo’s friend introduced himself as Luke, quickly going on a tangent about how Leo talked about Austin ‘constantly, like, literally all the time!’
Austin had never witnessed a facial expression as mean and threatening as the look that crossed Leo’s face. Luke didn't seem bothered, though. If anything, he found it funny. Then his phone pinged and he was rambling about his roommate being outside. Scattered goodbyes filled the silent apartment as Luke headed for the door. He grinned at Austin, making an offhand comment about how nice it was to finally meet ‘the guy that Leo literally hates.’
The door shut and Austin blinked.
Hates?
He turned to Leo with a furrowed brow that demanded an explanation. Leo rolled his eyes and took a drink from the bottle as if nothing was happening, snake bites clinking against the bottle. When Austin continued staring at him, Leo raised a pierced brow.
“Can I help you?”
There was so much malice in those four words that it almost made Austin flinch. He stood his ground, though, and demanded to know what Leo’s issue was. He demanded to know what he had done to earn Leo’s hatred.
The response he got was another eye-roll followed by Leo downing another shot. Silence filled the air as Austin fidgeted. He began regretting his attempt at confrontation and contemplated just going back to bed when Leo finally spoke again.
“I hate you because you hate me.”
“I don't hate you.”
“Sure seems like it.”
“You've been cold to me since we met, I’m just returning it.”
Then Leo was in Austin’s face, dark eyes glaring from beneath sharp brows. Austin swallowed and backed up, finding himself trapped between Leo and the counter. Their breath met in a delicate dance as Leo gripped the countertop on either side of Austin. His knuckles turned white and his breathing became ragged. He opened his mouth to speak and his words came out shaky with anger.
“The first day we met, I saw that look in your eye. You looked at me the same way everyone else does. Like I’m below you, worthless and disgusting,” He was whispering, words growing harsher as he brought his mouth to Austin's ear. “And don't even bother denying it, I know what you think of me.”
Austin shoved him back, a scowl settling on his face. He stalked towards Leo, whose back hit the island counter. He got in Leo’s face this time, breathing harshly through his nostrils.
“You have no idea what I think, so don't ever make an assumption about me again.” A smile cut its way onto Leo’s face at Austin’s words.
“So tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t see me for the marks on my veins. Tell me you don't see me for the blood on my nostrils or the darkness in my eyes.”
Austin remained silent. His eyes drifted to the dark marks on Leo’s elbow ditch. Andrew had mentioned Leo being an addict, telling the guys not to mention it or stare.
But Austin stared. He had stared at the white dotting Leo’s septum ring. He had stared at the track marks adorning his arms. And before Austin could catch himself, Leo had seen the look on his face. The same look he got from everyone. It enraged him like nothing else.
“I don't hate you because you think less of me,” Leo whispered softly. “I hate you because you didn't try to hide it. You didn't consider my feelings at that moment.”
Austin stared into Leo’s eyes, finding nothing but dull anger. He had expected to see a hint of sadness, but all he found was a rage that had been flickering behind Leo’s eyes for years. It drew him in, flooding his senses with desire. Austin wanted to feel that rage. He wanted to watch it consume Leo, burning hot and flooding his veins through the marks that had sparked the fight.
He pulled himself closer, caging Leo in with his arms. When Leo furrowed his brow, Austin said just two words.
“Fuck you.”
“That can be arranged,” Leo’s mouth, sharp and quick as ever, responded before his brain could. It made Austin pause, his stomach flipping. They stared at each other for a moment and all Austin could focus on was that flame. The flame behind Leo’s eyes that was driving him kind of insane.
Moving before thinking, Austin grabbed Leo’s jaw and pulled him into a rough kiss. Leo returned it aggressively, biting Austin’s lip then crashing into another kiss. Their teeth clicked together but they paid it no mind, too focused on the heat between their bodies.
Austin's hands found the hem of Leo’s white tank top and he pulled it off, catching sight of two sparkling silver piercings he couldn't see before. Then Leo was pulling Austin’s shirt off as well, letting it drop onto the tile with the other. Austin's hands roamed Leo’s body as Leo’s tongue roamed Austin's mouth.
Calloused fingers quickly worked open the buckle of Leo’s studded belt and the fly of his jeans which dropped to the floor with a thud. Their mouths disconnected once more and Austin took the chance to turn Leo around and bend him over the island.
Austin pulled his dick out of his sweatpants and spit on it, stroking a few times to spread the saliva. He roughly grabbed Leo’s hip with one hand and thumbed his dick into his hole with the other. Once Leo was adjusted, Austin began pounding into him. Austin grabbed Leo’s grown out buzz cut and yanked his head up until he arched into him.
Austin grunted lowly and bit at Leo’s neck, leaving dark purple marks in his wake. Leo whined, grasping the edge of the countertop like his life depended on it. A hand clamped over his mouth as Austin shushed him, the last thing they needed was for the guys to find them, especially Andrew.
Leo bit down on Austin's hand, partially to muffle his moans and partially because he was still mad. It spurred Austin on, fueling the anger he was running on. His thrusts became more aggressive and quiet swears left his lips against Leo’s skin. Austin felt himself getting closer to the edge, and judging by how Leo was reacting, he was close too.
That white-hot fire spread through Austin's gut, pulling him down into the depths of pleasure and rage. He came in hot burts, painting Leo’s insides. As his orgasm crescendoed, Austin felt a wave of anger rock his body.
Leo came within seconds of Austin, hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It was a feeling like no other, being pleased by a man he despised. As Austin pulled out and retreated back to his room, Leo realized that he still hated him.
He hated not getting an apology. He hated having those words slip out. He hated that Austin made him feel so good.
Leo hated the idea of never experiencing Austin's silent, simmering anger again.
Austin hated the idea of never experiencing Leo’s pointed, burning rage again.