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"No."
The blond boy pouted down at Luis, propping his elbows on the other's chest, wrists still rubbed raw and red from the handcuffs that had covered his wrists an hour prior.
"What do you mean 'no'?!" He whined, watching as his boyfriend pulled away to pick up his phone, leaving Dan in bed alone.
Oh fuck no.
Dan sat up, grabbing Luis's wrist, and tried for the most pathetic look possible. He knew his appearance all but helped him- he could see himself in the mirror on the other side of the room looking right back. Sweat-damp hair that had no product in it stuck to his flushed face, covered in hickeys and scratches he had been forced to beg for, nothing but the thin sheet covering his lap as an afterthought.
Luis continued staring at his phone, and Dan pouted before getting an idea. He tugged at Luis's wrist just slightly, making him meet his gaze in the mirror before slowly licking his thumb and dragging it over a hickey on his left nipple, pressing against it just enough to make it feel nice. His head rolled back.
"Mmm~ L- Luis..."
Just as he hoped, it worked. Luis set down his phone, pushing Dan back onto the bed, shoving his mouth against Dan's. Dan moaned into the kiss, letting the other take control.
But just as quickly as it started, Luis pulled back.
"We're not coming out to the team."
"Babyyyyyy." Dan whined, pissed off for more than one reason now. "Why nottttt?????"
"Dan, my parents would never approve."
"So????"
"We're not discussing this again." He pulled away, and Dan had to lay there, watching as Luis pulled back on his boxers and jeans.
Dan shot up, abandoning the sheet on the bed, and stormed over to Luis. He wasn't just leaving!
"Baby, they don't matter! We're not like all those other faggots-"
Luis snapped all too quickly at that, and pushed Dan back, bending him over a glass table. When the hotel had that, Dan wasn't sure, but he did enjoy it.
He propped his head up uncomfortably but aroused, feeling the way that Luis's palm pressed against the dip in his spine to hold him in place.
"Say that again."
What had Dan just said?
"W- We're not like all those other fags...?"
"Say that word again-" The pressure on his lower back increased. "-and I swear to God, we will never talk again. Do you understand me?"
"I- Yes."
"Good." Luis looked him up and down, before his tongue traced over his lips. "You look so pretty like this- bent over stuff for me."
"Luis." He begged, meeting the other's gaze desperately through the mirror, still unable to move more than his eyes. "F- Fuck me. Please."
Luis seems to consider it for a dozen long antagonizing seconds, before nodding. "Alright."
As much as Dan hated being suspended from the volleyball team, with the limp he was about to have, he was glad he wouldn't have to play.