M.B.C.R says: about 2600 words of this is smut. Pure gay loving right here. Turn back now if you're not game for this 'cause this is a work of beauty right here.

Pairing: Fox/Sage (Spicy Trickster FTW!)


Fox and Sage: Year 1, Semester 2

Sage rolled his shoulders, the joints in his neck cracking before he moved on to his knuckles. Why he sat on the floor all the time, Fox had no idea. "Why don't you use the desk? Or, oh I don't know, sit on the bed with me like a normal person," Fox huffed rolling his eyes behind his thick rimmed glasses.

When he returned home for the Winter Holiday (now that was a fun farewell and an even better welcome back that he had gotten from Sage) his mother freaked out upon learning that he had not only not worn his glasses but the second time he did wear them he got into a bar fight and broke them. So now every day Fox needed to take a selfie and send it to his mother so she knew that he was wearing them.

Sage huffed, "you know that if I sit up there with you I'd get nothing done." Fox mused this over, it was true, he'd most likely have the other male's tongue in his mouth and half their clothes would be gone. Ahhh good times. Maybe, if Fox fondled him just right then he'd finally get Sage to fuck him. No more of this foreplay, heavy petting, and oral sex. Fox wants his dick in his butt, thank you very much!

Sage glanced over his shoulder, his brow arched up—he froze. Fox started at this, brow furrowed in confusion as he leaned towards the male seated on the floor. "What?" he brushed the gelled dark green hair with his fingers.

"When did you start wearing glasses?" His pupils expanded a sliver of gold now only able to be seen. Pushing Fox's hand away from his head and Sage took the opportunity to surge forward sealing their lips together—with only a minimal amount of teeth clicking together. They fell backwards onto the bed, Fox's glasses pressing into his nose and cheeks and the kiss went on. He wanted to take them off—continue the kissing though... just let him take these glasses off. Sage pulled away to arch an eyebrow up at him, as if still waiting for his reply.

Fox frowned, "I've... always had them. Just don't wear them," because they broke and they make him look like a hipster douche-bag, "don't wear my contacts either." Sage's eyes were still blown wide and Fox couldn't help but swallow thickly at the lust filled gaze that was being leveled at him. Fox dragged his face back down with the pressure he had on Sage's ears, sealing their lips together again with desperate open mouth kisses.

They pulled away from each other to pull their shirts over their heads—Fox pulling the thick-rimmed glasses from his face. Sage snarled—honest to God snarled—and took the glasses from his fingers to push them back onto Fox's face, "keep them on." Fox's shirt fell from numb fingers as he lowered himself back down against the bed, his near white eyes watching Sage and the ripple of muscles as the male shifted and leaned down to lick a swipe up Fox's chest.

Fox groaned, eyes pinching shut and sock covered heels as he pushed upwards off the bed to press against the male above him. Sage's hands gripped his waist, forcing it back down to the cheap dorm mattress that all dorm rooms came with—that shitty twin bed that if you sleep on your side too long you run the risk of going numb. He groaned deep in his throat when the feeling of teeth and tongue encircled his nipple, "shit."

He could feel fingers working on his belt, pulling the fake leather through the metal and pulling both pants and boxers down to his knees. Sage's kisses trailed lower, licking over that one scar that marred over his abdominal muscles, he trailed lower still. Thumb pressing against the skin covering the joint between pelvis and leg as he wrapped his lips around the head of Fox's dick and sucked.

He keened, gut clenching and head slamming back into the pillows—"ah fuck, just fuck me." When the suction cessed Fox wasn't sure if he should cry or rejoice—he almost went with the sobbing.

Sage's hair was sticking out in odd directions from the hand that Fox had run through it earlier, "If I want to suck your dick, I'm going to suck your damn dick." Fox swallowed thickly at that—that and the fact that Sage took that moment to say those words right in his face, running his bottom teeth against the tip of Fox's nose. Sage pushed off the bed, standing in front of nightstand and not bothering to spare the male on the bed a second glance before rooting through the drawer. "Take off your pants—" Fox didn't have to be told twice. The words weren't completely formed when Fox reacted tugging his clothing fully from his person (he plucked his socks off as well, 'cause having sex with socks on was kinda weird).

Fox settled back down, crossing his arms behind his head and getting comfy. The bottle of lube landed on his stomach then the condom package—Fox waggled his eyebrows at Sage, the corner of his lips pulling up in a smug grin. It only grew when Sage unbuckled his pants, the clothing falling under gravity, then pulling down the boxer briefs that were very fitting.

Yum.

Sage kicked the clothes that pooled around his feet away and went to lean over Fox—"you have your socks on," Fox turned away from the almost kiss and threw a pointed look at the white socks still covering Sage's feet. Sage groaned in annoyance, pulling away and with minimal movements he removed his socks... and tossed the last one at Fox's face. "Hey!" Fox startled pulling the garment away from his neck and tossing it off into the direction of Fox's desk.

Sage kissed him again, finally rejoining the other male on the bed and between Fox's legs. He took the bottle of lube and tucked it under the small of Fox's back to warm—cold lube was a horrible experience. Fox's finger weaved through the gelled strands of green hair, tugging as their tongues pressed and slid together. Sage thrust forward, sliding their erections together in a slow drag. A groan rumbled in the back of Fox's throat and Sage hummed back in reply.

With his weight braced on hands located by Fox's shoulder and waist, Sage kept the only source of contact that their bodies had between their groins and their lips. "I'm not going to be gentle," they've had this conversation more than once (Sage had the count up to nine actually), Fox didn't like sex being soft and girly (those were his words and Sage was very sure—like 99.97% sure—that Fox was not a woman, he prided himself with his masculinity). And really, at this moment Sage wasn't feeling soft or girly.

Those glasses were fucking hot. And Fox has been being more of a cunt than normal lately so Sage had plenty of frustrations to work out. He lowered himself so their chests were flush; he took this opportunity to shift and bury a hand in the hair at the nape of Fox's neck. His pushed his hand upwards, until the hair was longer—long enough to get a decent grip of.

And that's what he did; Sage clenched his hand and pulled, pulling the male's hair and pulling back out of the kiss to listen to the hiss escape Fox's now clench teeth. He buried his head in the junction between neck and shoulder, biting and pulling at the skin until a chorus of moans rumbled up Fox's throat and came tumbling from his lips. He didn't stop until nails dug into his lower back and the feeling of the other's cock leaking precum was pressed against his stomach.

"You're a fucking asshole," Sage pants against his jaw, their hips rolling together in a sensual slide of flesh. Fox arched up at the hand that went reaching under his back from the lube, "tell me if I get too rough." Fox rolled his eyes at the sudden regards to kindness; Fox didn't need this—he didn't want to walk for at least a couple of days. He wasn't looking for passionate love making, he wanted raw fucking.

Was that too much to ask for?

Fox parted his legs further when the cap of the lube popped up, throwing his head back with a low groan when those fingers circled his hole, and clenched his eyes shut when not one but two pushed in. He reached up, grabbing the headboard of his shitty dorm bed and fought off the urge to buck against the feeling of another finger entering. Sage really wasn't playing around now—about time.

"Come on, come on—" Sage slapped him, sure it was just his thigh, but it stung! Fox hissed staring at him in a mixture or arousal and confusion. In that moment Sage took hold of the foil wrapped around the condom and tore the corner off in a delicate mannor that had no right being in this moment.

Fox wanted to just surge up and bury both hands in that head of green hair, pulling the other male to him—but that could wait. He was going to get laid, and as soon as that dick was in his ass then Fox wasn't going to hold back. He'll be as fucking clingy as he wanted to be.

Sage hooked one of Fox's legs over his shoulder and the other bent over his elbow. Sage positioned himself, quickly raising a brow and shifting his attention to Fox's face as he slowly entered him. And oh god, that stretch—that burn. Oh it felt so fucking good! His eyes rolled back and he almost wanted to call it awkward but they've been naked and blushed out together long and often enough that Fox was past the point of maintaining any sort of cool when he was getting nookie.

Sage gripped the back of his knee (the one thrown over his arm), pushing the limb up and leaning over Fox to pant in his face. His hips pistoning, "nothing to say?" he grinned toothily. Fox opened his mouth to reply with something snarky—another slap against his thigh cancelled whatever he was going to say, that and the exceptionally deep harsh (and deep) thrust that followed it.

The glasses on his nose started slipping as his hold on the headboard loosened, one hand even left its hold of the wake-wood (it was Ikea grade bullshit, alright, Fox could tell) to grip and tug at Sage's dark green hair. He wanted to kiss him, run his fingers through his hair, tear chunks out of his back... and, fuck he just want to kiss those parted lips so fucking bad. And like it was like Sage knew what he wanted—his eyes never left him. His golden irises shifted from his eyes, to his lips, then his neck before darting back up with a blink. Sage pulled away and out of Fox, "hands and knees," was his only explanation as he took the glasses off Fox's face and set them on the nightstand.

Fox groaned, rolling over onto his stomach and thrusting his ass up in the air. His arms were just going to give out so there was no point in raising that part. Sage huffed rolling his eyes at the little wiggle Fox gave. He slapped a palm against the bulb of Fox's ass, gripping and pushing the globe of his ass. Leaning over his back, Sage pressed a kiss against Fox's shoulder blade and slowly pushing back in.

Fox buried his face into his hands as his body rocked forwards with each thrust. A hand pressing down against his back and pushing upwards until Sage's hand gripped the junction of his neck and shoulder, the male's thumb running over the nub of his spine. "I thought you would be a little more vocal," Sage grunted out.

Was the loud groaning, moaning and bliss-ed out chant of "oh fuck," and, "fuck," and even some, "motherfucking shit—holy fuuuuccckkk" thrown in not good enough? Fox's eyelashes fluttered and he buried his face into the pillows, clenching it between his teeth to ward off the sudden need to scream. He wasn't about to give Sage that satisfaction of that after that comment.

Sage wrapped an arm around his torso, pulling him up until both of them were vertical—"none of that," he panted against Fox's ear and licked up the shell of it. Fox shuttered throwing his head back over Sage's shoulder and moaned loudly (and openly), weaving his fingers through his messed up do and pressing their lips together just as Sage pressed against that little bundle of nerves.

"Oh fUCK SAGE," and Sage grinned, mouth latching at a chunk of neck that would be too high to cover with any shirt—he sucked at the flesh. The hand not wrapped around Fox's chest guided the male's hand to his dripping cock; Fox's hand curled around his cock without hesitation and he began to pump in time with Sage.

Fox's moans increased in volume, dragging out at the end until finally he threw his head back and came all over his hand... and his covers. He panted heavily, eyes fluttering shut as Sage withdrew. He could feel Sage's arm jerk in a fast pace—he didn't think anything of it until he felt cum splatter against the small of his back and a part of his ass.

Both of them collapsed into bed and Fox couldn't give a shit if he was laying in his own cum—he had Sage's on his back. "You're a piece of shit," he scowled turning to frown at his boyfriend.

Sage rolled over on his side, chest still rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. He grabbed the comforter and wiped the cum from his partner's body, "there we go babe, good as new," he pecked the corner of Fox's scowling lips.

The orange haired male rolled him eyes, "how thoughtful of you, smart ass." He kinda wanted to call him sweetheart—but he was annoyed and the sweet nicknames were special.

BONUS Travis:

It was a normal day—nothing special or exciting. Nothing to really make note of. He was just about to head back to his room with some of his buddies (four of them to be exact; Sebastian, Lindon, Mitchel, and Aadhil) with a bag filled with three two-liter sodas and Aadhil was holding the bag of chips.

He fished out his keys and stuck it in the lock—was that a moan? Travis paused mid-turn, listening to what was going on in the room. He pulled the key from the lock at turned away from the door and towards his friend, "we need to hang out some place out for a bit." 'Cause yes, yes that was a moan and his roommate was getting laid.

Lindon raised a brow, "why?"

"Because my roommate and his boyfriend are fucking and if you want to watch it then alright, be my guess. But just know that Fox will throw you out the window and only after he finished kicking the shit out of you first. Dude does kickboxing I would not fuck with him."

The group stared at Travis then the door before falling back to Travis—they all nodded and agreed to give the couple at least another half an hour to do whatever it was that they were doing (like they didn't already know).

BONUS TO THE BONUS Travis:

When Travis and the group returned the couple was freshly showered (Sage's hair lacked its normal style), dressed and the comforter of Fox's bed was nowhere to be seen. Both males were reading course material spread out on Fox's bed. Travis set the bag with two two litre sodas on his desk and grinned wickedly at his roommate as his friends spread out and settled in.

"Hope you don't get pregnant," Travis teased waggling his eyebrows at the orange haired male. Fox's near white eyes slowly shifted from a blank look to anger—his face both seeming to flush and pale at the same time. The side with the scarring on his lip twitched and in a flash Fox wrapped his fingers around Sage's textbook and chucked it at Travis.

And holy shit engineering books were terrifying—those things were fucking huge and getting thrown like that? How, okay that was just terrifying. There were no other words that expressed the feeling as he dodged out of the way only to have the textbook Fox was reading out of thrown at him as well. Travis was able to laugh about that one—he was expecting that now.

Fox would've launched himself at Travis next if it wasn't for Sage's hand wrapped around the male's arm. "Fuck off," Fox snarled out instead, still extremely flustered. The fluster only grew when the others started chuckling—even Sage shook his head at the situation.