[Behold, Atticus and Zane! Everyone's favorite GX supermodels! I intend this to be chaptered, but between this, ChazzAster and Southern Harmony, the chapters might be a little slow going. Please, Read&Review!]
It was one thing to think you were good looking, it was quite another to admire yourself in the mirror. Of course, this was what Atticus Rhodes did on a daily basis. He'd look at himself, touch himself and all other manner of things, some of them probably illegal. While immature and bordering on narcissistic, he kept to his schedule, never missing a chance to admire the body his constant working out and tanning had given him.
Zane, on the other hand, was probably too aloof for his own good. He never reacted to anything, ever. He was far and away the best duelist at the Academy but he knew that Jaden would soon surpass him. His dueling prowess aside, Zane was known mainly for the fact he only had one or two basic facial expressions. He was known for being rather tight-lipped about nearly everything. Only in the private company of his adored Atticus did he ever open up about his dreams and frustrations, which were many.
A well-read young man, Zane was familiar with the concept of Yin and Yang. For everything an opposite and for every opposite a matching opposite. The blue haired beauty would often chuckle over the fact that it was Atticus who best understood him. His mind could easily replay the wonderful, albeit grammatically improper, pieces of advice.
Listen, dude. You can't take all the shit in life so seriously.
You gotta learn to lighten up, Zaney. Start by smiling more!
Despite his penchant for rock music, surfing and Converse sneakers, Atticus was probably one of the wisest people Zane knew.
Of course, some surf-spun wisdom was nothing compared to the almost painfully simple fact that Atticus Rhodes was easily the most gloriously sexy living thing Zane had ever seen.
It was many things. The big brown eyes, the easy, sliding smile, the thick and lengthy and pleasantly unruly mop of brown hair. His body, Zane knew, was something that the Universe had personally chiseled from the finest marble, his muscles lean and hard. Of course, the attraction cut both ways. Zane was, on Atticus's so called 'hotness scale', a solid 10. This amused him.
Hair color and temperament aside, the two could have passed for brothers. Each had the same boy next door look about them.
Before his brain could drift further out upon the perfectly weaved ocean of romantic dreams, Zane felt a pair of arms wrap around his upper chest.
"Hey, Zaney." Atticus said, cheerful as always.
"Hey, Atticus." Zane replied, relaxing his frame into his boyfriend's warm grasp. "Didn't hear you come in."
"Psh, you never here me coming, Zaney." Atticus said, laughter devious. He dragged his hands about Zane's chest, finally settling on pressing and tweaking his boyfriend's pectoral muscles and nipples. Zane's body squirmed slightly as his nipples hardened under Atticus's fiddling. "Wow, Zane." Atticus said, feeling the small, rock hard spots. "These bad boys could cut a diamond."
Zane emitted a pleased murmur as Atticus continued to tweak with his chest. He rolled his head back, content to rest his head on Atticus's shoulder.
"How are ya?" Atticus asked, his mouth ever so close to Zane's ear.
"Oh, pretty good." Zane replied. Of all of Duel Academy, only these two knew that Atticus was capable of melting all of Zane's methods of resistance with little to no effort. "It was hard to sit still in class today, thanks to your enthusiasm last night."
"Hey." Atticus retorted. "It's so not my fault you're a bottom."
"I told you not to call me that." Zane scowled.
"Get off it, dude." Atticus chuckled, giving Zane's stomach a pat. "You're my bitch."
"I am not." Zane laughed, worming his way out of Atticus's grasp. He turned, eyes already looking forward to having Atticus in his view. He was not disappointed.
His beloved surfer boy was decked out in a t-shirt tight enough to show off every one of his carefully trained chest muscles. His nipples were easily visible through the white shirt, barely masked behind the word "Billabong" across his chest. He bit his cheek to keep from laughing as he noticed a large metal pot leaf as a belt buckle. The belt itself held up a taut fitting pair of jeans, tight, but not to the extreme length that Jaden seemed to favor. His latest pair of shoes were a brown pair of Converse, tightly knotted and kept perfectly clean.
Clearly aroused and his blood already pumping all about, Zane eased himself into a chair. Before he could react. Atticus did an about face and eased himself into Zane's lap, his sinfully warm buttocks pressed firmly against Zane's denim covered crotch.
"So, how much did you spend on your latest pair of Chucks?" Zane asked.
"Uh… 50 bucks, I think." Atticus answered. "Like them?" He asked, admiring them himself.
"Oh, of course." Zane agreed, swinging an arm around Atticus's middle chest. "Though, we're running out of closest space." He teased.
"Hey, you wear them too." Atticus partially whined. It was true that when not wearing their Obelisk Blue uniforms the two would swap clothes, often arguing over who got to wear what pair of shoes.
While Zane was admiring Atticus's shoes, the brunette was busy working himself into a grind against' Zane's ever excitable crotch. It took Zane a few seconds to register that Atticus was in the beginnings of giving him a lap dance. Atticus was already busy trying to establish a rhythm, his face set in a sly smile, perhaps a little too coy.
Zane felt himself shudder, his nerve endings no match for Atticus's skill in all things ass-related.
"One of these days, you're going to tell me where you learned to do this." Zane said, his hands positioned on Atticus's circling hips.
"You mean how I learned to use booty to get me anything I wanted?" Atticus asked, pushing said rear down. Zane nodded as he softly bit his lip in an unsuccessful attempt to keep back a moan.
"Yeah…that." Zane happily groaned. He was aware, but didn't care in the slightest, that Atticus was so easily able to manipulate him through the use of all things sexual; verbal or otherwise.
"When I figured out simply clenching my butt cheeks could shut a whole room up." Atticus cheerfully pointed, slowing his rear but continuing to work it around, leaving no area of Zane's crotch untouched. The slow friction was too much for Zane to bear.
The room filled with Zane's deep, throaty moans, his arousal nearly painful. Somehow, his rock hard length was being worked around in his jeans in a manner that was odd enough to move his foreskin in all the right ways. The feeling of his sensitive shaft basically being fucked via denim friction quickly overwhelmed him.
"Att… oh, shit, Atticus." Zane grunted, wanting nothing more than to get his pants off and get himself to completion. He could feel this was one was going to be memorable.
"Hold on, Zaney… I'm almost done with you." Atticus chuckled, swinging his hips artfully.
"Oh, you suCK!!!" Zane suddenly screamed as his overworked and pent-up penis violently emptied its contents into his jeans. His eyes closed shut as he groaned hard. He tried his best to clench his hips, desperate to purge every bit of the hot cum that had been building up inside him. He bit his lip as particularly strong stream made its way out. With one last, completely blissful moan, Zane melted back into his chair, eyes half closed and his mouth in a gasping smile. He pulled Atticus against him as he leaned back. "I fucking hate you…" He purred.
Atticus rolled over, burying his face between Zane's neck and shoulder. Atticus looked down to note the impossibly large amount of seed Zane had spurted.
"Wow, dude." The surfer breathed. "That's gotta be a record." Zane nodded, entirely too exhausted to do much else.
"Hands free, too." Zane sighed, face dreamy.
"So, we got how long off?" Atticus asked.
"Well, Bastion's experiment resulted in toxic fumes spreading to at least three other buildings, I think." Zane recalled, shifting from the squishy mess in his pants. "We have the week off."
"Awesome!" Atticus said. "I say we go somewhere!"
"Okay." Zane agreed. "Where?"
"I don't know." Atticus said, bored. He rolled about like a kid trying to get comfortable on a new bed. "Let's bring Jaden and Jesse with us!" The surfer exclaimed. Zane shuddered.
"And deal with a week of hyperactivity and excessive flatulence? God no." Zane said, rolling his shining eyes. Atticus raised an eyebrow.
"And you don't fart?" The brunette asked. "You're worse than those two." Zane promptly slapped the top of Atticus's head. "Ow!" Atticus crowed, rubbing his head. "Fine, we'll go somewhere solo."
"Good." Zane replied, victorious as always. "Where to?"
"Hmm." Atticus scratched his chin. "I vote we fly off somewhere. Tap into that famous Truesdale Family trust fund."
"Snow would be nice." Zane suggested. It was January and powder was still plentiful in various parts.
"It's an excuse to put down our decks and break out our boards." Atticus agreed.
The two touched foreheads and nodded, their plans confirmed. Zane had more than enough money and Atticus liked to spend it. It worked both ways. Atticus eased himself out of Zane's lap and made for the bedroom, content to just throw clothes at random into a suitcase.
Zane shucked off his soiled jeans and followed into the bedroom, proceeding to pack in a manner so precise he might as well have been preparing to climb Mt. Everest.
"See, I'd love to see you go to the airport in your tight little briefs." Atticus chuckled, ruffling Zane's hair from behind.
"I do that the day you start studying." Zane replied, grinning.