Lazy Note: Hey there, Strangers. I'm back! Did'ja miss me? ...Oh, you didn't even notice I was gone. Well then. I'm so glad that you take this friendship as seriously as I do. :(

Anyway, on to more important things than our strained friendship: GrahamScott! I've started seeing more of this ship on tumblr and it just makes me giddy that I'm not the only one who likes it. Granted, the number of posts in limited, but I will take what I can get.

WARNING: THIS FIC GETS A BIT STEAMY TOWARDS THE END! IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU THEN I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! IF THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THEN WELCOME. PERV.

Enjoy!

Green

by

xLazyxWriterx

Summary: Nathan Joshua Prescott the Third does not get jealous of stupid hipster whores who don't know how to keep their filthy fingers to themselves. Where the hell did you get that idea?

Rating: M-ish...I guess.

Down the leaves came like multicolored raindrops; golds, reds and browns. They were a myriad of shapes and sizes that once clothed the trees, but now fell to their resting places within the autumn day. The slight breeze was warm and the scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air. The grounds belonging to Blackwell Academy were occupied by the many students that attended the school. Most were alone and enjoying every last bit of earthly warmth, while others were in groups and enjoying each others company. The squirrels were more active than usual, scurrying around campus in search of forgotten goods.

Evenings were the time that the citizens of Arcadia Bay realized how lucky they were to live in such a beautiful area, and the students of Blackwell Academy were no exception. Usually.

Nathan was a bit too distracted to notice the leaves and the lovely atmosphere. Sitting under one of the many trees by the school entrance with nothing other than his thoughts, Nathan was frowning. His narrowed eyes were focused on two figures from across the area. He had tried ignoring them by messing around with his phone, but he kept dying in his game because he couldn't keep his goddamn eyes on the screen. The game was shitty, too.

Eventually, Nathan gave and set his phone beside him, settling for shooting all of his red hatred and frustration out through his light blue eyes and at her.

Over at one of the many picnic tables across the area sat Warren and Max. The two had been sitting there for about half an hour, laughing and looking through some of Max's shitty Polaroids - Oh, how unique you are! So special! Nathan didn't bother pushing the bitter thoughts out of his mind, seeing that it wouldn't be any use.

Nathan watched the blur of Warren's lips as he spoke, and Max smiled and nodded. Ugh. The two of them had been at it forever, and Nathan should just get up and go away. But, he did no such thing. He crossed his arms over his chest, and stretched his stiff legs out, not once taking his gaze off the two.

What the hell was she even wearing? God, could a person be any more bland? And, what was with that raggedy jacket? She probably wore it to hide her nonexistent tits. She looked like a prepubescent boy; hell, she sounded like it to. "Wow, Warren, you sure know a lot!" "Oh, Warren, I'm such a science noob! Will you tutor me?" "Gosh, I'm so shy and innocent!" "Hey, Warren, blah blah blahhhh."

At this rate, Nathan was going to get premature wrinkles.

Nathan's muscles ached from being forcibly tense, and his neck was beginning to throb painfully from being turned for so long. Breathing out a heavy sigh, he turned his head and stared down at his hands, allowing his neck to rest.

Why did Warren even hang out with that stupid hipster, anyway? Okay, yeah, sure they shared their dumb geeky shit - they played that World of Horseshit or whatever every Thursday night - and they had other stuff in common, but whatthefuckever! It didn't change the fact that he could find better friends. Hell, Nathan would rather he hang out with that Alyssa chick, or even Brooke - that chick was scary and all, but in no existing universe would she ever get in Warren's pants.

Nathan chewed on his bottom lip. He wished that he could just go over there and jerk the selfie-ho by her hair and kick her across the campus. She could land somewhere over by Daniel; he would be better suited for her. Then, Nathan could take her place and he could pretend that he knew that the hell Warren was talking about. Nathan would probably change the subject, and then the two of them would head back to the dorms and watch one of Warren's old school, black and white films. They wouldn't finish it, though. They would be occupied.

Nathan hit the back of his head against the tree, letting out a groan of frustration. No, he wouldn't do any of that. He never did, but sometimes it was nice to imagine it. It always made him want to chuckled at the thought of him picking Max up by her ear and drop kicking her away. Being only, like, fifty pounds she would just soar through the sky and probably get tangled up in the power lines or something. That would be photo worthy, and she could still add it to her selfie collection.

Nathan picked at his cuticles, willing himself to keep his eyes down. The whole situation was frustrating, and he hated it. He hated having to avoid Warren during the day with the constant thought of his crinkled smiling eyes. Whenever Warren was truly happy, his dark eyes would narrow softly and he would get this little glint of pure amusement as his lips curled into a beaming smirk. Warren also had the habit of glancing down at his feet in an attempt to hide his flushing cheeks and toothy grin, and his hair would brush against his forehead and slightly over his dark eyes.

Nathan bit his lip to stop the smile that was pulling at them. Still picking at a particular sensitive cuticle, he turned his gaze back to Warren and Max. Warren's face was soft as he held up one of the Polaroids, and nodded as Max spoke. Max leaned into him to get a better look, and Nathan felt his entire body jerk as a reaction. Damn it, they were close enough before. The grin left Nathan's face and was replaced with a scowl. He leaned forward a bit as if he were trying to hear them, but of course he couldn't; they were all the way across the fucking front campus. Nathan couldn't read lips, either, but it didn't stop him from trying to understand whatever the hell they were talking about and why hipster-bitch needed to be that close.

Warren set the Polaroid back down, and smiled at Max and said something. Nathan's eyes ran along Warren's figure. He had on his charcoal raven shirt with purple sleeves - one of Nathan's favorites - and a red rubber wristband. Nathan smirked. It was good to know that Warren still had that thing.

His smirked soon vanished completely when Max reached over an placed her hand against Warren's forearm, and Warren didn't see to notice - God dammit! Nathan's fists balled up, and he repressed a animalistic snarl. Jesus, her hand was still there! Why the fuck was she touching him? Nathan glared at Warren, sending him mental messages to knock that bitch over, but Warren didn't seem to notice.

Max removed her hand - finally, you skank - and began gathering her stupid Polaroids, shoving them back into her bag. Warren said something that caused Max to laugh, and they stood from the bench. Nathan could go over there now, and he could drag her to the trashcans and place her among her people. Then, he could grab Warren by his ear and drag him back to the dorms. He could...

...but, he wouldn't.

Because he couldn't.

Nathan's chest was beginning to tighten and throb painfully, and gave a heavy, angry sigh. He watched as Warren and Max turned their backs to him and walked off. God dammit, they did not need to be walking that fucking close!

Nathan tore his bitter gaze from the fading figures, and crossed his arms. Oh yes, Nathan, pout like a little kid. That's the way to get what you want. Pathetic. His eyes felt heavy and his neck ached. His numb legs and rear begged to be moved and awakened, but he ignored them. Instead, he sat there like a child whose mother refused to buy him ice cream, and then had to watch the other children eat their sweet treats.

Of all the people, Warren just had to befriend her. It did make sense, even if Nathan refused to believe it. They were a lot alike, and Max - she looks like ass and is horrible - wasn't all that bad. She could talk to him about things that Nathan had no clue about, and they could be seen in public without question. They could talk, touch, smile, laugh, just be together...and no one would raise a brow. Oh, Warren is dating Max? Aw, how cute! They make such a cute couple!

It made his chest tighten and his blood rush.

It was such a simple pleasure, really. Just reaching out and pressing a palm against an others, fingers tightening around each other, and warmth sending pleasurable tingles through heavy veins. Exchanging small glances, and sharing amused grins. Pleasant words and happy laughter, togetherness. Loneliness is no longer a fear, and perfection no longer matters. Comfort and content, whether alone or surrounded by others.

It was a simple pleasure that Nathan would never have. Not with Warren.

Nathan pushed himself up, using the tree as leverage for his wobbly legs. Needles pricked at his limbs, and he circled his head around in an attempt to rid himself of the horrible ache placed there. He rubbed at his tired eyes, and ran his fingers through his light hair, pushing it back. Barely keeping his balance, he dragged his feet back to the dorms.

Maybe it would make sense for Warren to be with Max. At least Warren wouldn't have to hide, or be ashamed. Ashamed...Sometimes Nathan wondered if that's how Warren felt about everything, about them. How could he not...? Nathan was a mess, a disaster. Granted, he wasn't nearly as horrible as he was back before Warren stepped into his life, but it was still bad. Warren could do better, and maybe Max was better - fuck.

Nathan hated her, and yet, he wasn't sure if he had actually said anything to her. Well, in person, anyway. He always yelled at her in his head, and unless she was a mind reader, she didn't know anything. She didn't know that Warren and Nathan were a thing...

...But that didn't stop Nathan from wanting to shove her in front of a bus. If that made him a bitter sonofabitch, then so be it.

Nathan paused in front of the dorms, and looked up at the sky. Swirls of orange and dark violet occupied the sky, and he wondered how long he had been sitting there under that tree. It had to of been a while; his ass was still numb. He tightened his jacket around him, sighing. Nathan hated when his thoughts took over like this. He hated the doubt and the guilt.

Nathan entered the dorms with his head hung. Hardly anyone was inside, just Evan checking the bulletin board and Zach walking out. Nathan ignored them and slowly walked to his dorm at the end of the hall, but paying a small glance to Warren's closed door. Reaching his door, he pulled out his keys and turned the knob open.

Inside, his bed was occupied. Warren sat cross-legged with his phone in his hand, eyes immediately darting up at the sound of the door. Nathan froze for a moment before quickly shutting the door behind him. Warren smiled widely at him. "Hey," he said as he shut his phone off and placed it in his lap.

"Hey," Nathan breathed out, looking away and shrugging his jacket off. His room was a mess, and he would be embarrassed if he actually cared. Luckily, Warren usually didn't care either. He tossed his jacket over on his desk chair, keeping his back to Warren as he set his keys on his desk.

"How was your day?" Warren asked from behind him, his tone happy.

Nathan shrugged. "Fine. You?"

"Good," Nathan could hear the smile in Warren's voice, and it almost sparked a smile of his own. "I got an A on my chemistry test. So, y'know, go me." Warren laughed, and Nathan turned around.

"Great." Nathan forced out. Warren's test wasn't exactly what Nathan was interested in. "So, what did you and Max talk about?" To be honest, he probably could've taken the time and got Warren to spill without even asking him, but Nathan wasn't the most patient when it came to shit like that. He just wanted to know what was so interesting that that hipster whore just couldn't contain herself from touching him.

Warren raised a brow. "What?" he asked, setting his phone beside him and getting up from the bed.

"I saw you guys. Looked like you were having a hell of a time." Nathan replied, picking at his cuticles once more.

Warren glanced down at Nathan's hands before replying, "She was showing me some of her new photos, and we were talking about her entry for the 'Everyday Heroes' contest," Warren looked back up at him with a questioning look, "Why?"

Nathan crossed his arms, glancing over at the door. "Just curious. You guys have been hanging out a lot."

Warren laughed. "Yeah, we're friends."

Nathan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah, it looked like it." he mumbled, pulling out his phone and pretending to check the time.

Warren's smile faltered. "Hey, you okay? You seem irritable." Warren asked, stepping closer.

"Shitty day." Sort of.

"What happened?"

Hipster bitches happened. "Shitty things."

Nathan's phone was pulled from his hands, and he watched as Warren turned it off and tossed it on to the bed. Nathan bit his lip. "Did anyone see you come in here?" he asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"No," Warren replied. "What's up? You pissed at me?"

Nathan shook his head. He pushed past Warren and began fiddling with his CD's. The room was too quiet, and his head was beginning to hurt. He also needed a distraction so that he didn't blow up on Warren and make a mess. Nathan picked a random CD and put it in his player as the sudden heat of Warren washed over his back. Warren was right behind him, but not close enough to touch. Nathan pressed the PLAY button and felt Warren's fingers wrap around his forearm, turning him around.

"Nathan," Warren's voice was stern. "What's-"

"Why Max?" Nathan blurted out before he could stop himself, and immediately regretted it. Warren's eyes widened a bit, taken back at the sudden question.

"What?"

"Do you like her?" God, shut up, Nathan.

"Yeah, we're friends, Nathan. Why are you-"

"You don't seem like friends! You talk about her a lot and you do stupid shit with her!" Nathan, put your foot in your mouth, you idiot!

Warren was flabbergasted. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked.

Nathan glared at him. "She's annoying, so why do you-"

"She's not annoying!"

"Yes, she fucking is!" Nathan snapped back.

"How is she annoying? Have you even met her?" Nathan could sense that Warren was getting more and more upset as the conversation continued, but Nathan couldn't stop. It was all the pent up anger within him.

"Yeah!" he lied. "And she's annoying as fuck! How can you stand her?

No, Nathan never met her. She was probably nice. He really should just shut his trap, but he didn't.

"Wha-" Warren cut himself off, and studied Nathan's angry face. Nathan held his breath, waiting. He actually kind of hoped that Warren would just throw his arms up in defeat and storm out of the room. At least then Nathan could scold himself for being an asshole in peace. But, Warren remained there, eyes darting around Nathan's face and the gears turning in is brain.

The gears clicked, and Warren's eyes widened slightly, his mouth parting. He took a step back, and Nathan spotted that glint in Warren's dark eyes. The corners of Warren's lips twitched up, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Nathan, green is not a good color on you." Warren said, amusement flooding his tone and his eyes.

Nathan's head shot down as he looked over himself. The fuck? He wasn't even wearing green? What the hell was Warren talking about?

"You high?" Nathan asked, and Warren laughed, shaking his head. Warren reached out and grabbed a hold of Nathan's shirt, jerking him closer.

"Max isn't an issue," Warren mumbled. "She's great and all, but she's not an asshole like you."

Nathan breathed out a heavy sigh through his nose, and he could see the reassurance mixed with amusement in Warren's dark eyes. It helped, but it wouldn't stop him from picturing himself throwing the bitch into the bay with the fishes. Warren chuckled, and pressed his soft lips against Nathan's lightly for a split second. Nathan could feel himself relax, and his hands reached out to grab at the fabric on Warren's sides tightly. "Whatthefuckever." Nathan murmured before taking Warren's bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling. A chuckle vibrated in Warren throat, and Nathan swallowed it.

Fuck Max. She would never get to do this with Warren, and it almost made Nathan feel bad for her...Ha, no it didn't.

Nathan jerked his head back, grabbing Warren and practically tossing him onto the bed. Both their phones bounced off the bed and onto the floor, but neither cared. Nathan crawled onto the bed, climbing on top of Warren and straddling his hips. Warren pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around Nathan's waist and locking his parted lips with Nathan's in a sloppy kiss. Nathan instantly opened his mouth, and the nerves in his tongue became aflame when it tasted Warren's; faint sweet cinnamon and spice.

Warren's fingers tangled in Nathan's light brown locks, securing him in place as he pulled away and ran his tongue over Nathan's throat, leaving a heavy trail of saliva. He found the pulse point, giving it a light suck. Nathan's groan vibrated through his throat as Warren began placing feather kisses along the heated flesh. Nathan's heartbeat picked up, and his breathing grew heavier. He ran his hands under Warren's shirt, caressing and lightly pinching the skin.

Nathan's brain had become fuzzy, and any distracting thoughts that plagued him moments ago were tossed aside with his cardigan. Nathan pulled away roughly, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside before jerking up Warren's shirt. Warren sat up, lifting his arms up to help Nathan pull it off. The offending shirt was tossed with the rest of the forgotten clothes.

Nathan's nerves were alive as their chests met, the heat and the throbbing and the speed numbing all his senses. Open mouths met once more, and Nathan could feel Warren jerking his hips upwards. Still lip locked, Nathan repositioned himself so that his knees was between Warren's legs, and he was straddling one of them. Legs intertwined, Nathan jerked his hips forward. Warren pulled away, the echo of their lips parting faint, and he can feel Nathan's warm breathe against his cheeks as Nathan continued to move. Nathan sinks his teeth into Warren's shoulder, earning a groan from him. Warren's fingers were painfully tight in his hair, but he didn't mind. He repositioned himself once more, hitting the right spot and creating a smothering friction.

Their breathing was almost suffocating, their heartbeats rapid, and stomachs tight. Nathan continued to suck on Warren's shoulder, nipping and running his warm tongue over the bruising mark. His fingers explored Warren's pale skin, and he moved his nibbles down to his chest. He ran his tongue over Warren's nipple before taking the raised flesh between his teeth. A light nip caused a silent gasp to escape Warren's parted lips. Warren moved his fingers to rake across Nathan's back, scratching and rubbing at the cool sweat.

It took a bit, but eventually their hips were moving in an almost perfect rhythm, hardness pressing into hardness. The friction was making Nathan's stomach tighten, and his heartbeat was hard in his chest. He could feel Warren's one palpitating heart against his tongue. Nathan slid back up and attempted to catch Warren's lips, but a particular sweet spot was hit and he ended up gasping against Warren's mouth.

Dizziness numbed his sense, and his face was on fire - fuck! He was on fire! His body throbbed and - fuck - it wasn't enough. Nathan rested his burning, sweaty forehead against Warren's, eyes barely open as he concentrated on the pleasure and sweet friction their hips were making. Warren grunted out what sounded like his name, and Nathan leaned down to nip at his lips once more.

Their heavy breathing, silent pleas, and pleasurable whispers continued to flood the room as it spun with desire into the night.

Headcannon: Nathan's a biter.

Thanks for reading!

xLazyxWriterx