Ezra was nervous. His mother could sense this and wouldn't leave him alone.

"I'm really fine, mom," he assured, rolling his eyes when she felt his forehead as if he was sick, concern on her face. "Mom, leave me be".

When he had arrived home yesterday, his mother had been waiting outside of his car from him with a rolled up newspaper. This is why he had sat in his car for an extra ten minutes with the door locked as she yelled at him loud enough to be heard through the window and it became clear that the school had called her about his poor grades. When he had gotten out of the car, he received a quick slap to the top of the head with the newspaper and her telling him that he should be ashamed of himself. This was all she had said to him for the entire night, and only began to speak to him again this morning when he told her he had called his tutor and invited him over so they could begin right away.

He wasn't excited to see Adrian, and felt a bit pathetic for calling him after their last conversation. It made him look desperate, but he knew his mother would be in a bad mood with him until he started trying in school, and wanted that to be sooner than later since she payed his phone bill and owned his car.

"Your father and I can stay home if you-"

"No!" Ezra said loudly, and she blinked, leaning away from him. He could tell that she couldn't decide if she was going to yell at him about respecting his mother and not using that tone of voice. "I'm really okay mom. You and dad deserve a night out," he said, as if this was a rarity. She smiled.

While it was usually his mother who suggested the many dates with her husband, it was actually Ezra's idea for them to go out this time. He loved his parents, but they could be awfully embarrassing. If they stayed, his mother would refuse to leave them alone, and would tell him he was doing everything wrong as his father sat there and watched the woman he loved adoringly while firing questions about soccer to Ezra every few minutes.

Ezra already strongly disliked Adrian. He didn't want the other to know that he really needed him to help with his grades or his mother would castrate him.

"You're such a sweet boy. I give full credit to your darling father," she said, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He rolled his eyes and rubbed at the lipstick mark that must have been there. "We're going to get going, dear. We'll be back late so don't wait up. Call me if-"

"I know mom," he said, smiling at her. She did this every time he was left home alone.. Give him this speech about what to do if the house started on fire or anything crazy like that. Everytime he ignored her though. If the house started on fire, he would leave it.

"Be safe". She left his room then, leaving the door open so he could hear as her heels clicked against the hardwood as she walked down the hall. He swiveled in his chair, back towards his desk and attempting to get back into his math homework after the distraction. He couldn't.

Ezra's mind kept drifting to his conversation with Adrian the night before. To the man who had been on the other end of the phone addressing the younger as if... they knew each other. Ezra wondered if Adrian had a boyfriend, and then stopped that because he didn't see why he should even care. Still, he had a knot in his stomach since that call, something that he couldn't explain but just wanted to release somehow.

What was so special about this boy? What was it that had Ezra's eyes following and observing him at all times. How could he so easily get under his skin? No one could do that to him. Not even Spencer knew what buttons to press to make him angry. Why did this little sophomore have the ability to?

Maybe this was why Ezra hated him. Because he, for the life of him, couldn't figure out why the kid was so different from everyone else, especially to him.

Math, Ezra. You need to work on your math. He really didn't understand calculus, even though he was taking the beginners course. Maybe Adrian did. Rumor has it that he took as an eighth grader. Fucking nerd.

Ezra's phone rang, and he answered it without looking at the caller id. "I'm coming over". Spencer.

"You can't," He said, his eyes roaming over the jumbled numbers in front of him and he was still not able to decipher them. "I'm busy".

"You're saying no to me? To me? Me?" The line was silent for a moment, and Ezra didn't feel like this was a question that he was supposed to answer, so he waited. "Me?" he whispered.

Ezra couldn't help but laugh at his best friends ridiculousness. "You can't come over, man. I'm sorry. I have something important to do".

"You-" Spencer called him a name that Ezra didn't like repeating. "What are you doing that's more important than me?"

Ezra could very easily say studying. He knew all of the vowels and how to shape his mouth and... he also knew the impact that the word would have on Spencer. He could almost hear him saying, fuck that, I'm coming over, though laughs, and then they would stay up all night playing video games and Ezra would send Adrian home as soon as he arrived. So he didn't tell him the truth. Instead, he said, "it's none of you buisness. Leave me alone".

He hung up the phone as the doorbell rang, cutting off Spencer's "You ass-"

Ezra peered out of his bedroom window for a moment, making sure that it was Adrian standing on his front porch, and it was. He looked so small there, and Ezra was happy to see that he had dressed normally, meaning no bubble gum pink pants. A tan knit sweater and dark blue skinny jeans. Ezra noticed that his hair was pinned up again, but for some reason it didn't bother him as it normally did.

He watched as the other, seeming quite irritated, pressed the doorbell again. There was a small pause, a delay caused by faulty wiring, and then the bell rang through the house.

Ezra nearly tripped down the stairs to get the door, and he didn't know why he felt so egear.

Adrian looked surprised when he pulled the door open. "Happy to see me?" he asked, and Ezra forced a scowl on his face. "I guess not". Adrian stepped past him into the house, his head tilting back as he looked up and Ezra tried to figure out what he smelt like.

Strawberries.

"Alright then," Adrian said, and Ezra watched him swallow before averting his eyes to the book that the smaller was clutching against his chest. English Twelve. "Can I sit?"

"Can you sit," Ezra repeated, not knowing to act now that the other was in his house. Adrian looked at him like he was an idiot, and he kind of was, given the circumstances. "You can sit".

Adrian dropped the book on the coffee table as he sat, tilting his head up once more to look around and Ezra noticed something.

A mark. Small and red, on the base of the others neck, almost hidden by his sweater, but not completely. Ezra recognized it, and it hadn't been there yesterday.

He remembered the conversation the night before. Adrian's mysterious man on his end of the phone. Let me give you something else to think about.

Adrian seemed very surprised when Ezra kissed him, and pushed him away, his hand reaching out to slap against his face. "What the fuck!" Ezra's cheek was stinging, but he was still looking at the other boy, their faces centimeters apart. "Don't do that again." Adrian demanded and Ezra nodded slowly, not knowing what came over him but still not pulling back. They looked at each other, eyes roaming over each other's faces and he got to see the amazing thing that was Adrian's eyes slowly darkening with something that looked a lot like lust. The boy looked conflicted for a split second before he grasped the front of Ezra's shirt and pulled him down on top of him. "No kissing," Adrian demanded, and this was a bit disappointing to Ezra for some reason, but he ignored it as the smaller raised his hips and grinded against his lower half.

What is even happening? Why does this feel good?

One of Adrian's hands was rubbing the front of Ezra's jeans his other small hand tried to get his sweater over his own head. Ezra, no longer frozen with shock, helped him, not even thinking correctly as he threw Adrian's disregarded sweater to the ground and quickly removed his own shirt, letting out a breathless moan as the felt the younger's fingers begin to unzip his jeans and once successfully doing so running his fingers down Ezra's exposed abdomen slowly, teasing him.

"What are we doing?" Ezra asked, out of breath even though he had yet to do any work yet and Adrian seemed amused by this, pushing Ezra's jeans down his legs and then starting on removing his own.

"You're going to fuck me," He said simply, and Ezra's head hurt. What was he doing? He'd never had sex with a boy before, and why this boy? Ezra absolutely hated this boy beneath him. Hated how his hair was pinned away from his eyes and hated that his lips were wet from him constantly lipcking them. Hated that his skin was soft and warm, and that his legs were smooth and hairless.

They were both in just their boxers, and Ezra didn't really know what to do, so Adrian did it for him.

Small hands landed on his hips and pulled his body down against his. Ezra's mouth fell open as Adrian grinded them together in a way that gave both of them the most friction possible. Not liking the idea that it wasn't him in charge, but a small, somewhat flamboyant sophomore, Ezra took charge, gripping the edge of the smaller boxers and pulling them down, his eyes immediately falling to the newly exposed skin. "Fuck," he said simply, not knowing why he was so turned on.

"Me," Adrian added, wrapping his legs around Ezra's waist tightly, keeping him in place, as if he would even consider leaving at this point. Small hand pushed his boxers down just enough for a rub to be delivered to his member.

Ezra wasn't gay. He had only ever looked at girls the way he was looking at this boy under him, but this felt different. No. This felt good. Even so, it didn't change the fact that he despised this boy, and was quite rough as he aligned himself with is entrance and thrust into him. Adrian whimpered loudly, but urged him to continue, his hands pulling at Ezra's hair in desperation.

It was a quick fuck. Not many words spoken except for the occasional "Harder," from the sophomore, which Ezra was very happy to comply with, given the amount of pleasure he was receiving due to the tight wetness of the boy beneath him. He didn't know what to do with his mouth if he wasn't allowed to kiss the boy, and didn't know where to look, so eventually, Ezra ducked his head, pressing it into the smaller boy's shoulder and biting into his collar bone, which had Adrian crying out his name in a rather high pitch.

Ezra thought back to his conversation with Spencer and determined that this was most definitely not the first time that Adrian had sex. Far from it, he assumed, but the way the other expertly rolled his hips against his.

Adrian was loud. Very loud and Ezra was happy that his parents weren't home. He briefly wondered if the neighbors could hear them. It would be easy enough to slide a hand over Adrian's mouth and muffle the noises, but he felt like this would be the only time he'd get to hear them, so he didn't.

"Ezra".

"Shut up, I know," he groaned, and then began to quicken the pace of his hips. Adrian shifted underneath him once more, and then physically shook with the next thrust, the loudest cry yet leaving his pink lips, and Ezra, who didn't know what had happened but assumed it was good, continued to move his hips, aiming for that same spot over and over again until Adrian came on his chest, clenching tightly around him. With two more sloppy thrusts, he couldn't help but to shoot deep inside of the other boy, who moaned loudly at the feeling and then panted.

They didn't move for a very long moment. "I thought you hated me," Adrian said softly, and Ezra quickly pulled away, climbing off of the couch and retrieving his jeans from the floor. He pulled them on.

"I do. Get out of my house". When he buttoned his pants, he turned back to Adrian, who was still lying on his couch, propped up onto his elbows and covered in his own cum. It was lewd, and Ezra averted his eyes. "Get up".

"But we haven't even studied yet". Adrian began to move then, slowly retrieving his boxers and pulling them on at a pace that made Ezra want to slap his hands and do it for him faster.

"And we're not going to". Ezra glanced towards the clock and was surprised to see that Adrian had only been there for a little under twenty minutes.

"Why not?" Adrian was fully dressed now, and was looking up at him with confused eyes. He looked like a puppy and Ezra hated him for it. "Because we fucked?"

"Get out".

"It's not a big deal. I was a bit surprised I guess. All those times you were staring at my ass, I just assumed you were judging to color of my jeans".

"I was," Ezra said, and he sounded so lost to even his own ears it was pathetic. He didn't know what had happened, and his head was spinning. He sat back down on the couch. "I don't.... I don't know".

Adrian looked alarmed, and then quickly grabbed Ezra's face, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Hey. It's okay. It's really fine. I'll forget that it ever happened. No one will know, I promise". He smiled reassuringly, clearly understanding that Ezra was freaking out. "I'm going to go because I think that'll be better for you, okay?" Ezra nodded slowly. "We'll try again sometime next week. I'm going to leave the book with you and it'd be better if you read some of it, but I can figure out how to teach you even if you don't". And then he was gone, and the only sound in the house was the door clicking shut behind him and the ticking clock.

Ezra put his head in his hands, his head aching and his eyes watering but he refused to let real tears fall.

Even so, when his mother found him in that same spot, three hours later, his eyes were red and clear tear marks stained his face.