Everyone mostly thinks they wrestle. They do not wrestle. Bryce hated WWE, Chad liked Boxing and wrestling was only two grown adults hugging each other's sweaty bodies and occasionally having balls grabbed and ass in the face.

Then again... if you put it that way, they are most certainly wrestling.

They had no idea how it got to be this way, Bryce liked him. He probably only liked black guys, but it didn't matter. Chad was sexy, Chad had nice lips, nice ass.

And a big-heart. Such a big heart.

Contrary to popular belief that it was both of them making noises. It was all Chad, he sounded so much better when he didn't have that damn ugly accent that even Tad tried to pass to make himself sound English. Yeah. That was stupid.

Chad groaned and moaned and bit his lip until he bled. Bryce forced his... significant other to hold his hands behind his head.

Yes. Significant other. They both didn't like the words... boyfriend...

They had a thing

They liked the thing

The thing involved Bryce mostly on his knees. His head bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue, and small use of teeth.

Yes... the thing was good

The thing was magical.

That thing was big... for the both of them

"Steroids?", Bryce said in disgust. "Why?"

"Why not?"

"They use to say they made your penis small"

"No!"

"Yes.. and i know you wouldn't want that. Shrunken like a grape"

"Who makes drugs that do that! How did Bif get big?"

"I don't really know, I don't actually look at his pants-"

"That's not what i meant!"

"Oh... well this is awkward"

Chad groaned. "Your stupid, now lay down"

"I hate laying on my back", said Bryce.

"So you like it on your knees?", Chad smirked.

"It doesn't hurt!", he snapped. "At least..."

"Aw, baby I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt you"

"I hate you"

"But you don't say that when I'm poundin' that ass"

"That's irrelevant"

Chad kissed his neck, let his hands slide down his legs before lifting them up over his head.

"Ah...", he whined.

Chad kissed his face as he whispered in his ear, "sorry"

"Hmm... ah…Chad..."

Why did he like him? Cause he was nice. Bryce wasn't actually having a great time at home. His father was basically driving the family into being poor. He'd lose his prep status, a pauper on the streets.

But he had Chad... and that mattered a lot.

"Say my name..."

"Chad... oh! Fuck me!"

He was so happy...

So happy...

Money couldn't buy this and Chad didn't care. So lucky.

Bryce looked at him as he was sleeping. He still couldn't believe that he got a nose job...

He had a cute nose still.