Hayden-Ethan Chronicles

The auditorium was half lit. A few students and parents had already arrived, but the majority of people hadn't arrived yet. The stage was bright, but the audience was dark. It made for an interesting contrast.
As the place began to fill up with athletes and family, a lone male dressed in ripped jeans and a too loose tshirt slipped in as well with a swell of people. He found a seat in one of the darker corners of the auditorium and sat there, feet braced on the back of the seat in front of him.
The teams came in then, grinning and wearing uniforms or matching outfits. The girls swim team was in the front to the far left, the footballers on the left to the back. Gymnasts and the cross county team occupied the center spots and both men and women's soccer teams were on the far left.
From his vantage point, Hayden shifted. He had a decent seat for the awards, but he couldn't see Ethan from where he was sitting.
The athletic director wobbled his way to the front of the room and adjusted the mic before he began speaking into it. Hayden gritted his teeth. Cliff's voice was like rocks at the best of times, and he had a tendency to make out with the mic. There was a reason friends of athletes rarely showed up at gatherings like this.
The ceremony itself went through rather quickly. The coach stood, spoke a bit about the accomplishments of the team, recognized individual members and then applause from the audience and everyone sat down. The problem was in recognizing all. The. Teams.
JV soccer and football. Men's and women's cross country, all acknowledged as separate sports.
Hayden scowled when the girl's swim team started filing up onto the stage, like oxen for the slaughter. Fancily dressed oxen, but stupid, boring, unintelligent oxen anyway.
Then the moment he had come for almost when he was ready to leave. The men's soccer team wandered in pack formation up to the stage. Hayden tried to catch a glimpse of Ethan, but the blond was well hidden amongst his teammates. Hayden leaned forward, really listening to the speech for the first time. Individually, the members of the team filed down to claim their awards. Hayden heard Ethan's name...but the blond didn't come down.
If he didn't come... Hayden scowled and made to stand up. From back stage came a pair of young men, looking slightly winded. Hayden raised an eyebrow but settled back into his seat.
"And our most valuable player award this year goes to a young man who his team loved. He will be missed next year. Or perhaps, it's more correct to say, they will be missed next year. In a tie, our MVPs for the men's soccer team are... Brandon and Ethan."
Hayden clapped along with the crowd, but he was still frowning as he soccer team returned to their seats.
The moment the gymnastics team skittered to the stage, Hayden slipped out the back door of the auditorium. To wait.
In less than five minutes, he saw the other door open and he waited, arms crossed as Ethan walked towards him. Hayden took a moment to savor the look of the blond in something other than dressy clothing. Ethan was wearing jeans and a slightly baggy tshirt in a violent shade of orange.
He looked dead-on fuckable.
"So...where were you?" Hayden asked coolly, looking Ethan up and down.
"I don't have jeans, so Brandon brought me a pair. I just went to change." Ethan looked slightly irritable.
Hayden grabbed his wrist. "Show me where," he commanded.
Ethan pulled, as if trying to get his wrist back.
Hayden smirked. "Show me where, bitch."
A slight flush took to Ethan's face at the name. He tugged again and Hayden let him go. Together they walked down the hall around the auditorium and Ethan pushed one of the bathroom doors open. "Here," he said.
Hayden peeked inside, then grabbed Ethan, pulled him in and closed the door. "Should I be jealous of you with all those hot guys, running around with you on the soccer field?" he purred into Srhan's ear, using his body to pin the blond against the closed door.
"Hayden -"
"Should I be?" Hayden asked again, softer this time, running his Tongue along the curve of Ethan's ear. "Or do they all know that you are my bitch, babe?" He nipped Ethan's ear.
"Hayden, stop-"
"Your dick is telling you something else, isn't it?" Hayden slipped a hand between them and unzipped Ethan's jeans. "You want me to fuck you again?" Hayden pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Ethan's neck. "Tell me you wanna be fucked, bitch."
A low moan escaped Ethan's mouth as Hayden slipped a hand inside the blond's boxers and started stroking him. Ethan's hips moved into the touch, begging for more. Hayden snickered and oblidged. After a few moments, he pulled back. "Pants down," he murmured into Ethan's ear. "Lemmie fuck that sweet ass of yours."
Ethan seemed to hesitate for a moment until Hayden brushed a hand across the blond's groin. Then Ethan scrambled to lose his pants and boxers, so he was standing in the bathroom with only sneakers and an obnoxiously orange tshirt that draped over his hard cock.
Hayden unbelted his own jeans and pushed down his own boxers. Really, gravity probably could have done that work on its own; his jeans were so loose the belt had been the only thing holding them up.
Hayden pushed Ethan around and the blond braced himself against the door. The dark haired troublemaker smirked as he offered two fingers to Ethan. The blond sucked eagerly until Hayden withdrew them and slipped one digit up Ethan's hole, wiggling it around until Ethan moaned loudly.
"Good bitch," Hayden purred as he added a second finger. "Good boy."
Outside, the general hum of voices began to grow. Hayden ignored it to slip inside Ethan's tight, warm passage. Ethan on the other hand, heard the voices and froze. "H-h-hayden," he panted, turning his head to look back over his shoulder. "P-p-people-"
It seemed obvious that he was afraid people might hear. Hayden snickered and pushed in deeper, rocking his hips gently so he was brushing against that spot inside Ethan. The valedictorian moaned, but it sounded like he was trying to keep the sound in.
"What?" Hayden teased, licking the curve of Ethan's ear. "Don't want everyone hearing you enjoy yourself?" Hayden nudged that spot a bit harder. "Moan, bitch. Maybe a few of your buddies'll hear and you can explain that if any of 'em dare touch you, I'll hurt 'em." Hayden's own voice was getting a little raspy with pleasure. Ethan's body was just so hot and tight...
Hayden growled and began to fuck Ethan in earnest, plunging in deep and then pulling out almost all the way to ram himself back in. Again. And again.
Ethan was moaning. It still sounded like it was against his will, but that was a turn on. He can pretend he doesn't want it all he likes, Hayden thought, as long as he doesn't let anyone else touch him.
A hard knock on the door startled them both. Ethan clamped his mouth shut, and stared back at Hayden with eyes begging for the tryst to end. Hayden smirked and thrust hard once. He wanted to keep fucking hard, but it was going to be more fun to see if Ethan could keep his cool.
"Ethan?" a voice called. Male voice. "You in there?"
Ethan looked at Hayden, his eyes begging. Hayden just began his gentle thrusts again, refusing to stop.
"Y-yea-ah-nnngh-" Ethan answered.
"Man? You okay?"
"F-fine," Ethan said, his voice raising at the end.
There was a pause. "Ethan, open the door."
"C-can't!" Ethan protested. Hayden jerked his hips forward and gave the blond five good, hard thrusts. Ethan whined, high in his throat.
"Dude, seriously, open the door. Are you all right?"
"Hayden, please," Ethan whispered. Then louder, "I'm fine."
The door rattled. "Ethan, open the door."
Hayden snickered and pushed into Ethan hard. "Think fast," he murmured before beginning to fuck the blond in earnest again, making no effort at silence.
Moans were ripped out of Ethan's mouth, and he started swearing. Hayden laughed, and fucked harder, slipping a hand around to start jerking Ethan off. He pulled on the blond's cock, urging Ethan to cum. After a few tense moments, the blond did, releasing on the door with a half-muffled cry.
Hayden pounded in a few more times before he finished as well. Then he pulled out, and turned Ethan around, pressing a kiss to the other's mouth. "Remember bitch," he purred, "you're mine."
Hayden let go of Ethan and watched the blond dress. A few drips of cum were trailing down Ethan's leg. Hayden couldn't help it; he reached out to wipe the drops up. When Ethan turned in surprise, Hayden smirked and offered him the cum-covered fingers. Ethan blushed and shook his head. Hayden shrugged and wiped them on the wall.
Someone knocked on the door again. "You done fucking that girlfriend of yours?" the male voice asked. "You could have told me, you know."
"I'll be right out," Ethan snapped irritably.
Hayden snickered. "So, I'm the girlfriend?" he asked, pressing another kiss to Ethan's mouth. Without waiting for a reply, Hayden nudged Ethan to the door. "Tell him I'm modest," the troublemaker suggested with a smirk.
Ethan rolled his eyes and slipped out of the bathroom, careful to keep the door shut enough that Brandon - the guy who had been in the hall, listening - couldn't see Hayden.
"So? Are we waiting for your girl or what? And man, sex in bathrooms is nasty. Just the other day I found cum all over the inside of one of the boys' stalls."
Ethan tried not to flush darker as he walked out of the school.