When Warren woke up, he woke up to the most beautiful sight. Nathan was facing him, asleep, his hand around Warren's chest. They were both naked, and the last night's events made him smile as he stroked the boy's face with a hand. Nathan's hair was a pure mess, but in a cute way. Warren recalled him being the reason behind that effect, as Nathan was . . .

Warren felt himself becoming very hot at that thought. And so he brushed it away, focusing on more important matters. Such as . . . looking at the time on his phone, and almost jumping out of the bed. His class was about to start. With extreme caution, he moved Nathan's arm and placed it onto the empty bed as Warren got up and in a hurry tried to find his own clothes that were scattered all around the floor. He really could use a shower, he felt . . . sticky.

He looked at the time once again, and performed various mathematical calculations in his head. Yeah, he was screwed. But he desperately needed a shower, so he ran into the bathroom to take a fast one. But then it hit him. Nathan was going to wake up, alone, the morning after he lost his virginity, feeling used, hurt and lonely.

Fuck, Warren bolted out of the shower and back into the room once again.

But Nathan was already awake.

Shit!

"Dude, why you walking around half naked?" He asked, rubbing his eyes, still half-asleep.

Right, Warren left his clothes in the shower room.

"I'm gonna be so late to class," he ran a hand down his face and sat next to him, dripping wet. "But at least I'll get to say to you before I go that yester–"

"Isn't it Saturday?" Nathan cut him off, laying back down.

Warren quickly checked his phone and face-palmed himself. "I'll be right back," with that said, he walked back to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower to cool down and wake his mind up properly. After about ten minutes of brushing teeth and drying his hair, he stepped into his room and dressed in fresh clothing. Nathan pretended to be asleep but peeked to watch.

But Warren called him out. "Hey, no peeking!" He got on the bed next to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Slept well?"

Nathan smirked. "We haven't exactly done much of that."

"You got me there," he laughed. "Hey," his brown eyes looked seriously into the opposite, blue hue. "Yesterday – it was the best night of my life. Really. I want you to know that."

Nathan swallowed with difficulty. "That's so gay."

"You don't say," Warren chuckled.

"Well – uh – you were – you were good," Nathan cleared his throat and sat up, but realised that he was naked, and shifted to the side, looking for his clothes.

"Oh. Just good?" Warren was taken aback. "You sure about that? 'Cause you didn't sound like I was just good. I think we should ask Hayden for an opinion," he got up.

"Wait!" Nathan stopped him and shot an angry look his way.

"Well?" Warren crossed his arms, expectantly.

Nathan looked away. "You may have been better than good."

Warren raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "May have?"

Nathan threw a pillow at him. "Fuck off, let me sleep."

"Not until you say it," Warren collapsed next to him.

"Stop pushing me, Graham," his tone got serious as he laid down and closed his eyes.

"OK, OK, I'm backing away," he lifted his hands in defeat. "Do you wanna get some food?"

Nathan covered his ears with a pillow in response.

"Well, then, I'm gonna grab us something from the cafeteria," he got up and exited.

"No way," Warren answered, returning to his book.

"Dude, come on," Nathan persisted, taking the book out of his hands and throwing it onto a desk. "You're fucking Nathan Prescott. Take advantage of that and come with me to the party. VIP section. Alcohol. You fucking name it, bruh," he was speaking with excitement, an emotion that was not so often found in his voice.

"Oh," Warren leaned back in his chair. "So that's it? We're just fuck-buddies? That's all I am to you, Nathan? A friend with benefits that won't tell anyone about you liking to have a dick up your mouth?"

Nathan angrily furrowed his eyebrows. "One, never had a dick nowhere near my mouth. Two," he got right in the boy's face. "Stop making fucking scenes and just come with me."

Warren challenged him and got up, pushing him backwards, against the wall. "So you're not even gonna deny that you only use me for your own fucking pleasures?"

"Listen," Nathan placed a hand atop his chest, but Warren pushed him again, this time knocking air out of Nathan's mouth. Warren placed a hand right next to his head, trapping him against the wall.

"No, you listen!" He raised his voice. "After I've done all this shit for you–"

"Get off me, bruh!" Nathan pushed him backwards, causing Warren to fall onto a chair.

They both stared at each other with hatred. There was tension in the air, leading both of them to eventually lunge at each other at the same time, passionate and lusty, sloppy kisses being placed all over their mouths. Warren pressed the other boy firmly against himself, causing a moan to escape the blonde haired boy's throat.

"Sorry, what was that?" He whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss his neck eagerly, which made Nathan suddenly grip Warren's throat and choke him.

"You don't own me, bitch," he threw him onto the bed and began to unbutton his shirt, a button after a button, while staring at Warren's face. The brown haired boy got so impatient that he recached for Nathan's belt, but he moved away just in time and took him by the neck once again. "Say that you want me," he breathed out.

"I want you. I want you right here, right now," he gasped, making Nathan release him and smile with visible satisfaction.

"Then you'll go to the party with me," Nathan responded while kissing his neck and massaging him with the other hand.

"Fuck," Warren moaned, his fingers pushing Nathan's head towards himself. "I'll do anything," he begged.

"Anything?" Nathan bit the boy's ear, his nails moving against Warren's bare back.

"Yes – just – just make love to me, Daddy," Warren pleaded, his hands exploring Nathan's body.

Nathan pulled away. "W–What the fuck?"

Warren looked at him confusingly. "What? Y–you don't like it?"

Nathan's expression was enough to answer his question.

"I'm sorry – I just – everyone is calling their boyfriends 'daddy' now, it's like an outgoing trend–"

"Enough!" Nathan cut him off, doing his shirt up. "That's fucking – fucked up."

"Look, Nate, I'm sorry, OK? I'll just . . . call you something different next time."

"I'll fucking pass," he finished the top button and sat on a chair, running a hand down his face.

Warren stared at him.

"I have to fucking wait until – until it–" He was visibly uncomfortable as he covered his crotch with an arm.

Warren looked down at him, which caused Nathan to immediately shift in his position. "Stop fucking staring at me, weirdo," he answered, frustrated.

"Don't leave," Warren got up and took a step forward.

"I've got a party to attend to, unlike you, you fucking loser."

"It can wait," he said calmly, sitting on top of him.

"What the fuck– "

Warren kissed him without warning, with one hand touching his neck, the other venturing into his trousers.

"You're not fucking helping me, man– " Nathan tried to protest, but Warren cut him off by kissing him, his tongue exploring the other boy's mouth with great desire. This caused Nathan to bring him closer to himself with his both hands.

"Still want to go to that party?" Warren asked as he pressed himself against him.

"It can wait," Nathan answered. Warren with a smirk got off and took Nathan's trousers off.