Love Over Hate

[fiasco]

[ThenThereWereNone x fiasco]

“It seems complicated at first, but the formula is pretty simple. You basically just plug the numbers in.”

Rhoyahl sat patiently across from his classmate, a long, wood coffee table separating them. Despite conversing with virtually no one in his class and mostly keeping to himself, this particular classmate of Rhoy’s seemed to have forced his way through the boundaries and borders he usually set for strangers and people he particularly weren’t interested in. He slithered his way into his personal space without Rhoy even noticing, thus leaving him no opportunity to efficiently push him away. Rhoy couldn’t exactly say he hated the guy. He had a tolerable presence and didn't demand too much in regards to interaction.

Would Rhoy call him a friend?

No.

The pitiful face he made begging Rhoy for a private tutoring session, however, he could not deny. He had a lithe body, similar to Bella’s in a way, although Rhoy would oppose. He was very slender and gave off a bit of an effeminate character, which Rhoy had taken a liking to.

Obviously, he had a type.

The other scooted closer to the edge of the couch, leaning toward Rhoy but keeping his eyes trained on the calculus worksheet that laid on the table between them. “So… I don’t use PEMDAS?” His eyes trailed up to meet Rhoy’s slowly with the uncertainty of how he would react. They had only started about thirty minutes earlier, but he wasn’t exactly sure whether it was a stupid question or not. Not to mention, asking math questions to a math major always had a way of making one’s knowledge of the subject feel very small.

Rhoyahl met the other with bored eyes, already tired of his antics. He sat up in his seat and scooted closer to the other, leveling with him. “How the fuck did you pass pre-cal?” Rhoy’s tone was even as he spoke. Despite feeling slightly annoyed with the situation, it didn't seem to translate through his voice. He couldn’t help himself from asking, all hopes of tutoring the classmate to catch up in the class fell through the window in that moment. There was no hope.

The other didn't respond but instead kept his eyes connected with Rhoy’s. It was as if he was in a trance by how captivated he was by Rhoy’s cyan orbs. Rhoy kept his eyes locked on the other, more curious than anything to see what he was willing to do. He wasn’t exactly sure what the action meant, but he had a strong feeling of what it could be and he couldn’t say he was opposed. Before he could initiate anything, however, the other spoke, “You got some gorgeous ass eyes, you know that?” His voice trickled out as a whisper as his eyes gradually fell to Rhoy’s lips. The other could feel his own beginning to tingle at the thought of it pressing against Rhoy’s. What would his tongue feel like inside his mouth? A strong, seemingly random desire to find out urged him. His head flooded with thoughts of Rhoyahl and he couldn’t find it within himself to stop it. “Hey… what would you do if I kissed you right now?” He sounded out of breath as he spoke softly to Rhoy, words flowing past his lips with an air-like quality.

Rhoy was almost in shock at the other’s boldness. It was almost known around campus, during the three years he and Bella had attended the college, that he was taken. Similarly, as it was known how much of an unloyal asshole he was. Not that either of those things mattered currently.

“Is that another calc question?” Rhoy couldn’t help but follow his response with a smirk. He almost felt sorry for the other. Rhoy found himself enjoying the situation more than he was willing to admit. How far could he push him? How far would he allow Rhoy to push him? “I thought you wanted me to tutor you about calculus, not my dick.”

“I … can’t have both?” Rhoy couldn’t stop the huff of hot breath that escaped him. He wasn’t particularly horny before, but he sure was now. An estranged thought that Bella was probably around somewhere floated through his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to remember the last time he truly considered Bella’s thoughts or feelings.

Not that they were relevant to the situation at hand.

Without breaking eye contact with the other, Rhoy sat back into the couch and spread his legs mirroring an acute angle verging into an obtuse. His face now neutral, he motioned the other into his lap.

 

[ThenThereWereNone]

The slow and steady bleed of words down the page forced Bellamy to finally look away from the book he'd been staring at for the past hour and a half. "Fuuuck," he drew out as he rubbed at aching eyes, the steady pounding behind them his only warning to the impending headache. He'd been camped out on the floor of the bedroom, determined not to leave it until he'd gotten the worst of his reading out of the way. Flipping the thick book closed, he pushed himself up, stretching his arms high over his head and working loose the kinks and aches that'd settled into stiff muscles.

Repositioning the sharks-tooth headband that kept his hair out of his face when he was studying, he grabbed up the empty packet of Sour Patch Kids, his left hand spinning a chewed to hell pencil between his fingers. He was halfway down the hall when the soft murmur of voices drifted out from the living room, bringing him up short. When did Rhoy get home? And he'd brought company?

He shouldn't.

He really shouldn't.

But Bell couldn't help himself as he sidled along the edge of the wall, getting as close as he dared to the living room. How long had Rhoy been back?

"--if I kissed you right now?"

Snap!

The pencil he'd been spinning split in two in his hand.

He barely felt the sting of the sharp edge slicing into his finger. Not when the slow ache behind his eyes kicked up a few notches, pounding in time with his pulse.

Knowing better than to linger, Bell peeled himself away from the wall.

Dumping his trash and the now useless pencil away, he moved around the kitchen on autopilot. His ears ringing, and headache forming into a merciless pounding of a sledgehammer against his skull. He welcomed it.

Pain was good.
Pain kept him grounded.

Drawing his bleeding finger into his mouth, he imagined stabbing the sharpened point of his now broken pencil into the other's eye. He'd take the little shit's sight first. Leave him crying and stumbling around in permanent darkness. Would he call for help? Or maybe he'd try to fight back?

Bell drew in a deep breath.

Deep inhale. Slow exhale.

Until the ringing in his ears reduced in volume and intensity. Until he could hear his thoughts once more, as incoherent and chaotic as they were. Until he could stop the trembling in his fingers.

Bellamy straightened up, rolled his shoulders. He needed to work on his headache before it got worse; migraine worse. He hadn't suffered through one in a good long while and it was about time one reared it's ugly little head. Hunting down the bottle of painkillers, Bell popped two into his mouth chasing them down with a swallow of a chilled Monster Energy drink. Once he'd returned the pills to their place, he rifled through the kitchen drawers for the glow in the dark band-aids and wrapped up his finger before he took his drink and headed for the living room.

Entering unannounced, he plopped down on the empty couch, across from Rhoy and the piece of shit who had the nerve to come into his house and unabashedly take whatever the fuck he wanted. "Interesting study method." Bell plucked up the calculus worksheet lying on the table, giving it a cursory glance, before turning his mismatched gaze on the other two. His lips quirked into a small smile as his eyes met those of Rhoy's classmate, "Oh, don't stop on my account," the feral glint in his eyes belied the amusement lacing his words, "things were just getting exciting."

 

[fiasco]

The air was still between Rhoy and his classmate. Despite Rhoy’s obvious invitation, the other was seemingly stuck in a stiff, rather shocked, positon. His eyes had widened if only slightly after Rhoy motioned for him to sit on his lap. The classmate was cut between a rock and a hard place. Was Rhoy simply toying with him by playing one of his crude jokes as he’d done multiple times in the past over the course of their relationship? Or were his actions genuine? One could never really tell when it came to Rhoyahl. He was far from normal in terms of character and personality. He was very difficult to get close to unless he had taken an obvious liking to you. On top of that, the walls he put up were complicated to understand. Rhoy was complicated to understand. There were times where it seemed as if the air around Rhoy was empty, he didn’t appear to like entertaining the presence of others. Watching him from afar could easily draw pity from any onlooker. He appeared lonely. If the statement were true, he didn't give the impression of caring either way. As if it was exhausting to bother himself with doing so. The atmosphere he kept around him was inexplicable. He, himself was remarkably odd. Despite this, however, the classmate couldn’t help the attraction he felt towards Rhoy. He had a way of drawing people towards him, a strange magnetism that was difficult to ignore.

There was no one way to describe Rhoyahl.

Taking a deep breath and blinking a few times for good measure, the other leaped into Rhoy’s lap. He concluded that thinking too long and hard was for pussies, only hindering one from doing what they truly wanted to do. Whether it was good or not, negative or positive, was on them. With that, his insecurities were dismissed.

Rhoy quirked an eyebrow at the sudden movement after the strange extended period of inactivity. He refocused his attention back to his horny classmate. The other was lucky, even a second later and Rhoy would have disregarded everything that had been built up to that point and sent him on his merry way. Fortunately for his classmate, Rhoy was kind enough to consider that this might be the first and last opportunity he would allow the other to act on his feelings, and Rhoy wouldn’t want to take that away from him.

As a matter of fact, he should thank Rhoy.

As the other’s legs wrapped possessively around Rhoy’s waist, he tentatively bucked his hips against Rhoy’s, effectively grinding, although rather awkwardly. Simultaneously, their eyes met once again, allowing Rhoy to get a full view of the other. His face was debauched in every sense of the word, it was as if Rhoy was something that he had longed for, yearned for, and he was finally able to attain him. In his own hands. In the flesh. The atmosphere around them grew thick with arousal from the classmate alone. Rhoy simply stared back, not exactly knowing how to respond to such open, fierce lust. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex with such an overwhelming amount of passion.

Rhoy watched as the other stared at him as if waiting for him to make the first move. Letting out a soft chuckle at the thought, he raised his arms to allow his hands to wander along the other’s body before he spoke, “Where’s my kiss at?” Although his voice was flat in tone, the vibrato from the sheer depth of it bled through. The other psychically shivered at the sound of Rhoy’s voice. The decibel of it wasn't very high, yet it was still able to affect him, not that he was surprised. It was as if Rhoy was an aphrodisiac, and every action he did strengthened its potency.

“Interesting study method.”

Rhoy’s eyes immediately shot around to locate the source of the voice. Of course, it was Bella. He tilted his head slightly to the side, opened up a better view to his boyfriend who sat directly across from him. He hadn’t even heard him enter the room, much less sit.

Blink.

He stared vacantly at Bella, suddenly unable to focus his thoughts. The feeling of the earth opening up beneath him overtook him. He felt as if all his blood had drained to his feet, despite being in a sitting position. His mind felt empty, as if there were no thoughts being produced in his prefrontal cortex. Was there something he was supposed to be thinking about? He couldn't remember.

The corner of Rhoy’s lips curved upward in an awkward smile as he fixed his gaze toward Bella in hopes for it to act as a greeting of some sort. It almost mimicked a smirk, but not entirely. When was the last time he saw Bella? He couldn’t remember.

As if shaken out of his stupor, Rhoy refocused his attention back to his classmate, who didn’t seem very pleased by his lack of attention. Rhoy’s face was devoid of expression as he watched the other. The classmate furrowed his brows, annoyed by how seemingly Rhoy was wrapped around Bella’s little finger. He turned around to face Bella, who had taken a seat directly across from where they were situated, as if hoping to get front row seats to whatever he and Rhoy were planning to do.

With slit eyes and pierced lips, he glowered at Bella. Who the fuck did he think he was? He watched as Bella eyed them, as if demanding answers for their actions. Which he had no intention of doing, he answered to no one, the boyfriend of the person he was trying to fuck or not.

“.. things were just getting exciting.”

The classmate let out a scoff as Bella spoke. What was he? Royalty? He rolled his eyes at the thought, already exhausted with Bella’s presence.

“Oh, I didn't plan to.” His voice was playful as the words danced off his lips. He felt proud by his response, hoping it’d shut the other up for the time being. He needed to make a statement to follow his words. Turning his focus back to Rhoy, he wasted no time caressing either of his cheeks and leading him into a kiss. Without missing a beat, he passed several steps and immediately pushed his tongue into Rhoy’s mouth. The mere feeling sent small shivers down his spine and it only encouraged him to go further with more intensity. He bounced lightly in Rhoy’s lap, driven by the sheer sensation alone. Though, it didn’t take him very long to realize that he was the only responsive partner during the makeout. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes, but when he had opened them hoping to find an explanation for Rhoy’s absence during the kiss, the classmate was shocked to find Rhoy’s eyes glazed yet looking directly at him.

Taken aback, the classmate released the one-sided kiss to stare at Rhoy, more confused than anything. What changed? Why had he begun to act so strangely since Bella had entered the room? His thoughts raced as his eyes were connected with Rhoy’s. He had so many questions but didn’t know where to start, or who to ask. He began to sit down in Rhoy’s lap, unable to comprehend what exactly to do next. As he sat, however, he felt a strange object poking against the underside of his balls. More confusion layered in his brain as he looked between both he and Rhoy’s crotches. His eyebrows shot up before the rest of his body could catch up with realization. His eyes looked up with excitement as raised his head up to meet Rhoy’s eyes once again. “You-” Rhoy’s hand flew to cover his lips instantly, putting pressure into the muscles in his hand to secure it. Taking his other hand, Rhoy grabbed the others lower thigh, tightening the hold on his leg to prevent it from falling as he abruptly stood, picking his classmate up with him before dropping him on the wooden table in front of them.

He wasted no time in stripping the other of his pants and underwear. The classmate’s mind lagged due to the sudden course of events that unfolded over the past minute. Rather than confused, he was stunned and simply watched Rhoy as he did what he pleased. He couldn’t follow his mind process. What was he thinking? Why was he doing this so suddenly? Not that the classmate was against it, but the questions were still valid.

With the other’s lower half now exposed, Rhoy aggressively pulled the classmate’s legs to meet his waist, forcing a soft noise to escape the other. Still stone-faced, he bent over to face the classmate. Rhoy’s eyes lingered on his lips before he looked up to meet his eyes. “You wanted me to fuck you, right?” The words unintentionally fell off his lips with a seductive drip. The other let out a soft moan in response and nodded eagerly. Not that Rhoy was waiting for his response. Rhoy straightened himself up, never breaking eye contact, his hands wasting no time to find his pants, and began to unbuckle.

 

[ThenThereWereNone]

It happened so fast one would've missed it if they weren't paying attention, but Bellamy always found himself hyper aware when in Rhoy's presence, and he'd seen the sudden shift in the other's gaze. Had seen it happen before. Had seen it enough times that it didn't startle him like it had the first time he'd seen Rhoy's expression go vacant. He answered Rhoy's attempt at a smile with a small one of his own, feeling for those few seconds their eyes met, that it was just the two of them. The classmate a quickly forgotten nuisance. But then Rhoy looked away and the moment shattered.

The glare the classmate turned on Bell was nothing short of ridiculous given the situation, and he bit into his bottom lip to keep from laughing out. If anyone had a right to be giving such nasty looks, it was Bellamy.

The blatant scoff and impish words that dripped from the other's lips sealed his fate in Bellamy's eyes. He may have entertained the thought of taking a pencil to the other's eyes, to revel in his fear and pain before putting him out of his misery, it had been just that. A thought. But now Bell had every intention of making that thought a reality. All of which would come later.

Right now, he was forced to watch the other have his way with Rhoyahl and know there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it.

Even with his restricted view, Bellamy noticed Rhoy didn't respond to the other's kiss. But of course, the seconds dragged on painfully long before the classmate caught on that he'd probably have better luck kissing a dying fish, for all the life Rhoy had in him in that moment.

Intent on playing the part of the silent observer, Bell drew one his legs up onto the couch, resting his chin atop his bent knee, his fingers periodically curling and uncurling. He could have left. Could've gotten up at anytime and slipped away just as silently as he'd arrived. Or maybe he couldn't. He was, for all intents and purposes glued to his seat. His expression pinched as a dark storm of thoughts swirled wild and unfettered, a single target in it's immediate sights.

"Don't break my table." He bit out, inwardly flinching as the classmate's body made contact with the table's surface. But that's all he said, drawn to the couple in front him in spite of a part of him wanting to be anywhere but where he was. He hated every debauched, revolting sound spilling from the other's lips. A hate that seeped into his pours, burning through his veins like acid. That had his fingers tightening into a fist, blunt nails digging in the palm of his hand and leaving behind half moon imprints.

"You wanted me to fuck you, right?"

The words weren't even directed at him and still a violent shiver skittered along Bell's spine, heat pooling low in his belly.

"Let me," Bell was up and off the couch before the words had fully left his mouth. Skirting around the table, he stepped up behind Rhoy and brushed his hands aside. Bellamy took his time, nimble fingers deftly undoing the other's pants. As he undid Rhoy's belt, followed by the button and zipper, Bell closed his eyes, turning to nuzzle the other's neck. He breathed the other in. It'd been too long since he'd last been pressed this close to Rhoy and he soaked up those few stolen seconds. Bell didn't linger, teasing his fingers just along the inside of the waistband of Rhoy's pants before he pulled himself away.