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It wasn't that Stanley Marsh was indecisive; it was that BOTH of them were too attractive, popular, handsome, attentive, and possessed a uniquely mysterious and wicked appeal, and anyone would have trouble choosing. But Stanley didn't stand a chance because they were both seniors, and he was only a freshman.
Besides, there were hundreds of girls far more attractive than him… and they would surely have both of their attention, not just some geeky guy dressed in black, with heavy eyeliner, a dead-eyed look, and his self-esteem on his feet; or so he thought.
Those two handsome Greek gods were in their final year, both delightfully twenty-two years old. Therefore, they had to be the ones to guide the first years, who had just finished high school and were eighteen, like him. They were the ones who knew everything best. And it wasn't just them; other students in their class did too. But Stanley could only focus his attention on them. Especially on the exotic skin of one, and the purple glow of the other's eyes. They were definitely Greek gods; there was no other excuse; they had to be.
One was Apollo, boastful and sensual, no doubt, he was so beautiful with his performances, the other had to be Ares, his personality was strong and competitive, it would surely be impressive to see him in a gym session, lifting weights... It was well known that the vast majority of the last year students spent the afternoon in the boarding school gym, for obvious reasons, their fanbase too. They were always at the doors shouting and shaking the whole building…
It must have felt good to be able to admire those Gods… Damn, he was looking at them a lot.
“Are you listening to anything I'm saying?” he suddenly came out of his thoughts and the reddish colour on his cheeks settled all over his face, including his ears. “Ah, great…” His best friend had set his eyes on those two Gods who were talking to a group of four girls who, judging by their appearance and their expressions, seemed like they were totally willing to rub her breasts on their arms just to get them to be their guides on that orientation day. “You could at least pretend that you’re not staring at them, you know that, right?”
“Shut up!” he exclaimed, embarrassed.
Kyle rolled his eyes and looked at the girls, one of them was rubbing the taller one's arm on her breasts, and the redhead couldn't help but put on his best face of disbelief when he saw that the black-haired not only didn't reject that, but also seemed to share a knowing look with the blond.
"Don't even think about going near them," Kyle warned.
"What?" Stanley asked, surprised by the neutral tone the redhead had used.
“It's a friendly tip.”
The redhead stepped forward to approach a teacher and ask for directions to the dorms where the first-years were staying. Stanley stopped abruptly and stared at the sight of the girl who kept rubbing herself against Ares's arm. He swallowed slowly and looked down, his self-esteem plummeting beneath the footprints his feet were leaving in the sand.
Kyle returned to his side and pulled his best friend along with him to the dorms. Having just arrived at this place that had seemed idyllic on presentation day, it had turned out to be a complete nightmare when the students were just moving in.
Stanley didn't want to get out of bed at that moment.
It was a bit dramatic, crying to two boys who hadn't even looked at him and wouldn't if he didn't act, because of course, they weren't lacking in female company, and he was nothing more than a zero, because they were both Greek Gods, and obviously they were something he couldn't reach, they were two divinities, he couldn't live up to their expectations.
Stanley didn't want to leave his room, but his obligations prevented him from going to class, he couldn't even put on his sick face to pretend and skip classes; besides, he hated sports and having to go to the gym first thing in the morning wasn't what he was looking forward to the most, especially since the last year students had just used the court before the first years' classes, so they would have been full of girls, although that wasn't the case…
No one was there, and that surprised him quite a bit, so he simply approached the door, venturing down a bitter path where his only thoughts were pejorative and self-destructive.
Because certainly if those Greek Gods, even if only, gave him or dedicated a glance to him, perhaps he could feel hopeful, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing about him that could perhaps interest them…
He pushed open the locker room door.
Besides, they probably wouldn't even be attracted to men, it was stupid to get their hopes up and―
Oh…
It seems that the Greek Gods had it all…
“WHAT THE FU― . . .!?”
“Was the blond sucking the blackhaired off?”
“Yeah.”
“In the locker room?”
“Yeah.”
“And you just stood there watching?”
“Yeah.”
“And how did they react?”
“Badly”
“And why does it feel like you're going to have a heart attack right now?”
“Because I got excited.”
“Oh…” Kyle looked down at his breakfast and leaned his elbow on the table, palm in hand, a smile appearing on his lips. “And what happened next?”
“I ran away…” he muttered, completely embarrassed.
Kyle had to hold back a laugh because Stanley was giving him the dirty look, but the redhead only shifted his eyes toward the back of the room. Stanley turned away surreptitiously, using his long black hair as cover. His cheeks flushed a shocking red when he saw the two men involved from that morning staring at him with eyes that looked like they were about to devour his soul.
At that moment, he was about to bang his head against the table, and he didn't care if the whole breakfast ended up soaking his face; at that moment, he was having a heart attack.
“You're dead.”
“Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut up!” he choked out his voice in complete shame.
Stanley didn't know how to deal with those stares, and having those burning eyes in contrast to him making sure he didn't say a word was killing him. Especially since he'd already told his super-best friend everything, and that could be considered a death sentence, maybe.
I just hoped they wouldn't beat him into silence...
"You! The freshman!" he recognised the voice behind him.
EARTH SWALLOW ME!
He turned slowly, almost in slow motion. Apollo and Ares― that's what he'd named them because he preferred to idealise them rather than not using their real names, because they were more unattainable that way― were standing right in front of him, and he felt so ridiculously small, not only because they were both about ten centimetres tall― one of them― and about twenty centimetres― the other's― taller than him, but also because shame was eating him up at that moment.
"Forget what you've seen."
"I-I haven't seen anything." Stanley quickly said.
“You shouldn't even have been there.” The dark-haired crossed his arms. He was the tallest, with intense green eyes. He felt dizzy. “It was a quarter to seven in the morning... What the hell would you do going to the gym if classes start at eight?”
“Was it a quarter to seven?”
“Did you even check the time when you left your room?” asked the blond with blue and purple eyes… It was very attractive that his eyes had both colours at the same time.
“Insomnia is making me a little dizzy…” he admitted, embarrassed, as he tried to recall the moment, but without explicitly remembering what he had seen, because supposedly he had ‘forgotten’ it, but it was clear that the thick and long wingspan of the dark-haired was never going to leave his mind, nor was the erotic contraction of the face of the blond kneeling on the ground.
He was feeling unusually hot at the time, so he had to focus on calming down a bit and looking natural.
“Why don't you try to fix that and be more attentive? You might come across scenes you shouldn't.”
“I don't think I'll find anything better than that…”
"What?" they both whispered at the same time, poker-faced.
“What!?” Stanley mentally slapped himself when he realised that hadn't been a thought.
At that moment, all the strength and neurons that remained in the sane side of his mind united in a unanimous decision that was totally appropriate for the situation: RUN, BITCH, RUN!
So yes, just like that morning, the long black-haired with navy blue eyes ran off, completely embarrassed and steaming from his ears, leaving the two boys with poker faces.
Kyle was comforting the dark-haired with blue eyes with a box of tissues in one hand and the other hand on his back, gently tapping and patting him while the dark-haired made a big deal out of him being a coward and basically destroying his self-esteem even more than it was already.
Kyle didn't say anything for two reasons: it was useless because his listener had no confidence or self-esteem and wouldn't believe anything; Stan wouldn't listen to him through his tears and wailing. And the truth is, from the moment Kyle heard that Stan was being dramatic because he said something he shouldn't have, he really didn't know how to act anymore... Because Stan was the way he was... And no matter how many pep talks he gave him, when Stan got nervous, he always said incoherently.
That's why he always ended up running away...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and although the Stan’s hiccups didn't stop, the redhead put the pack of tissues aside and headed to the door, thinking it would be some teacher or maybe the representative who was going to ask him something, because Kyle was certainly the deputy representative of the class, he had lost to Wendy by just one vote... And it was precisely because of Stan's vote, the bastard let himself be fooled by a pair of breasts…
Sometimes he wondered how the hell Stan could be in love with the two twenty-two-year-old boys and at the same time continue to let himself be fooled by the charms of his ex-girlfriend... Whatever...
It wasn't Wendy at the door...
“Can I help you with anything?”
It was Stan’s Greek Gods.
“Talk to Stan. And we know he's here because we hear him crying from down the hall.”
Kyle slowly turned his eyes towards the dark-haired and then towards the door.
“What shitty soundproofing we have in here…” he whispered under his breath, clearing his throat. “What do you want from Stan? Beat him up? Because first you're going to have to walk over my dead body, and I do taekwondo…”
It wasn't a complete lie, when he was in first grade he got into ninjas and until he got his mother to sign him up and he got his black belt, he didn't stop insisting on the sport, and although he certainly wasn't as skilled anymore because when he got to high school at twelve he quit, and now at eighteen he had lost a bit, but he could possibly knock out one of the two, if he was lucky.
“No violence, we just want to make a deal.”
“What kind of deal?”
“The conditions of his silence…”
“Are there conditions for Stan to remain silent? Are they so embarrassed that the entire school knows they're gay and a couple, and that this discredits them as a powerful figure that comes with being a pair of hotties?”
“We're not gay.”
“Not even a partner.” replied the golden blond. “You are gay…” he elbowed the black-haired.
"Even worse," he rolled his eyes. "Friends with benefits. Don't even think about saying a word to Stan..." he went to close the door, but the two of them reacted at the same time, preventing him from doing so. "I won't say it again."
“We are not friends with benefits either.”
“So what the fuck was that blowjob? They must have something sexual about them, and if they're not friends with benefits or a couple, what else could it be?”
"Open relationship," the dark-haired shrugged as if it were obvious.
Kyle rubbed the bridge of his nose heavily and had to let out all his air to release the growing anger that was climbing up his lower back to his neck and taking control of his body.
No violence, Kyle… Control yourself.
“What the fuck do you want from Stan? He doesn't have any friends except me. He won't tell anyone you were getting fellated.”
"Thanks for that blow to my self-esteem, Kahl!" Stan shouted at the totally offended from inside the room.
Although he was later quite embarrassed when the dark-haired's green eyes turned to him, a little surprised by the tone he had used with such confidence.
“Can we talk to him, or not?”
“I'd rather not, right now all your makeup is smeared…”
“I'm looking at him right now, he looks like he just came from a Slipknot concert.” said the blond, shrugging.
Suddenly, Kyle was shoved with unusual force, and the next thing the two boys saw was the dark-haired man, his eyes shining with excitement, almost as if they'd just offered candy to a small child. And they found that unusually tender...
“Do you know Slipknot!?” he shouted excitedly.
The two stared at him, puzzled. The redhead was right when he mentioned that all his makeup was smudged, and he certainly had a whole layer of black makeup running down his cheekbones like a waterfall of oil, but it strangely stood out against his skin tone, and his sea-blue eyes sent shivers down both the green-eyed brunet and the blue-and-purple-eyed blond.
“Not me. Him.” the blond pointed at the taller one. “Is the redhead okay?” he raised an eyebrow, peeking into the room.
Stanley jerked his head inward, watching the redhead frown at the black-haired man as he stood up from the floor after being pushed down.
"Yes," he turned to the blond. He cleared his throat. "I promise not to tell anyone," he whispered. "Except Kyle..."
They both nodded.
"Can we ask a favour?" Stanley narrowed his eyes, unsure whether to nod or shake his head. "Do you mind if we guide you through orientation at the residence?"
“Uhm…?” Kyle also peeked out, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Why?" Stan asked.
The two shared a quick glance.
“The girls in your class are stalking us in a really creepy way…” admitted the green-eyed brunet. “It's mandatory for all of us to choose someone eighteen years old to be their guide… And every day they follow us everywhere so that we choose two of them…” he shrugged. “Kenny enjoys it, but the problem is that they tend to rub against me… Because I'm taller and I look sexier than him…” the golden blond punched him in the arm. “And it's not comfortable…” he admitted.
"I don't need guides," the redhead crossed his arms. "If you want to be Stan's guides, go ahead; but please bring him back to me with your hips intact."
“KYLE!” exclaimed the dark-haired, noticing how his cheeks were exploding again with embarrassment.
“After hinting that he enjoyed watching the blowjob, do you think we can leave it alone?”
Kyle stopped abruptly upon hearing the golden-blond's words and turned to the dark-haired and the golden-blond. He grabbed Stan by the shoulders and pulled him closer in an overprotective hug.
"Fuck off, both of you!" he shouted and slammed the door.
The seniors stared at each other out of the corner of their eyes and the green-eyed black man hit the other on the back of his head.
“Are you an idiot or what's wrong with you, Kenny?” he exclaimed.
“Sorry…” he whispered, smiling like a feline. “It was impossible to resist.”
The green-eyed exhaled heavily and knocked on the door again, but the redhead refused to open it for them. So they had to give up.
Stanley felt the back of his neck burning, and every time he turned his head to see where the sensation was coming from, he didn't see a glare. He looked back at Kenny when he continued speaking.
"Is something wrong?" the dark-haired asked, taking his attention.
“I think I'm causing jealousy in the boarding school.” he muttered, nervously. “I’m sorry for not being able to listen to you properly, Ar―Craig” corrected himself before saying Ares… That would have been shameful.
"Do you want to see the boarding school burn?" Kenny smiled slyly.
"What are you going to do now, Ken?" Craig asked, frowning slightly.
“Watching the world burn…” he purred.
"How?" Stan asked curiously.
“Don't take it lightly, Stan... He's going to shove his tongue down your throat.”
Stanley stared at Craig, his eyes wide open.
"I speak from experience," he cleared his throat.
Stan immediately acted like a scared feline, all he needed was a meow; and with a single leap, he ended up on Craig's other side, leaving him in the middle, and hugged his arm, trembling and using his body as a shield to keep the golden blond from getting close. And for a moment Stanley noticed the gates of hell open behind him…
When he turned around, the demonic screams, the fire, the curses, the stares, and the possible evil eyes suddenly fell silent.
“You see?” the golden blond smiled proudly. “And without needing a kiss.”
“Eres un completo imbécil…” Craig whispered, which earned a lustful glare from the blond. “Don’t you fucking dare…”
“Awww… Don’t look at me like that…” he pouted tenderly and wrapped his arms around his neck in a hug. “You perfectly know how much I like it when you speak Spanish… Even if it’s to curse me…”
“Kenny!” he hissed. “Look like you're a bastard.”
"It's obvious you're gay. Besides, you didn't push Stan away, and he's hugging you anyway..." he chuckled.
“It's not the same…” he took a step back, causing the golden-blond to lose his balance and end up eating the floor. “I'll walk you to class,” he whispered to Stanley.
“O-Okay…” he nodded. “I'm sorry…” he separated from the hug on his arm.
“Nah, don't take it into account…”
“Son of a bitch!” shouted the golden blond from the floor.
He, indeed, was so sexy speaking in Spanish…
Stanley was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
He was sitting between the two of them in the library, and these two were marking territory, or that’s the way Stanley would define it. Craig had his arm around the back of the chair Stan was sitting in, almost touching his back. He was on his phone. Kenneth was closer to him, leaning on his shoulder, reading a racy magazine. Although Stanley tried to concentrate on the book he had to read for his class, his eyes kept wandering back to the magazine, and he was already getting dizzy seeing so many models in bikinis or even topless.
Eventually, the exam would end with the words, ‘The American Revolution had huge nipples, period,’ and that would be terribly embarrassing. And a zero for his grades, obviously.
“How can you be seeing these things when you have exams in less than a month?”
“Because I don’t give a shit about the exams” he answered as if it were obvious.
“But… You’re in the last year” he asked, looking at Craig as if he was looking for confirmation, and Craig looked away from his phone momentarily.
“He’s here with a scholarship. If he weren’t in the uni, he would be working with his older brother as a mechanic, and he doesn’t like that. He wants to be here, chilling, but he doesn’t give a shit about anything else than those magazines…”
“Well… I have just two options: be here and not doing anything at all or be a prostitute… Though I would be sooooo well paid… Just look how handsome I am…” he shamelessly smiled, boastful.
“I'm not going to fuck you if you become a prostitute.”
“I'll get fucked for you…” he smiled maliciously.
Stanley rolled his eyes at the golden blond.
“Do you seriously prefer to be a prostitute than being with your brother?” the golden blond stared at him.
There was a brief silence.
“No…” he shook his head. “I just… I don’t like mechanics…” he said. “I like playing guitar, but being a musician it’s not easy… Earning money, I mean…”
“You’re not motivated for anything else?”
Kenny shuffled the magazine with a malicious smile on his face, but Stan stared at him, serious. Kenny erased the mocking smile from his lips.
“Not much…”
“So… You’re studying physics, but you’re not motivated by it…” he bit his lip. “How it’s that possible? I heard physics it’s one of the most complicated degrees, along with almost all the science ones…”
Craig ruffled his hair a little with a certain tenderness.
“He’s a genius, but he just prefers to mess everything up and not care about anything…” Stan looked at Craig and lowered his eyes, pensive. “He autosabotages himself because he doesn’t want to be considered a genius because he knows his family would―”
“That’s not true,” complained Kenny.
“You sabotage yourself” said with a firm expression. “Period”
Kenny snorted.
“My family doesn’t give a shit about me. They doesn’t even know where I am since I’m eighteen”
Stan turned to the blond.
“Just my brother and my sister… He took our custody by law when he turned twenty-one. Both my sister and I left our house and got scholarships to get proper education… But those scholarships were given to people with excellent qualifications… And mine were shit… Until I needed them to be perfect…”
“Are you… forcing yourself to be good at your studies?”
“...” he bit his lip. “A bit”
“So… That’s why you sabotage yourself?” asked Stan, cocking his head to one side. “This is your last year… Why not enjoy it as well as try to not destroy what you’ve been building?”
Kenny bit his lip.
“What do you mean?”
“I can play the guitar too…” he muttered. “And Kyle says I sing marvelously… We can spend the afternoons after class together so you do not give up what you like…”
Craig observed them in silence, Kenny’s eyes suddenly had crystallised, forcing himself to avert his eyes, unable to look at Stan, his lip trembling. Even if Craig had tried to tell him more or less the same― a bit more aggressively― Stan’s calm and naivety― so to speak― seemed to have been a bit more efficient than him.
A soft smile grew in his lips, leaving his phone aside and getting a bit closer to them.
“I can try to play the drums,” he shrugged.
Stan turned to him with bright eyes.
“Shirtless”
“What?” raised a brow.
“What!?” Stan repeated, panicking.
Both Craig and Kenny chuckled at the same time, shaming even more the long black-haired.
“Damn... You’re just too adorable…” Stan noticed how the red in his cheeks grew even more.
He covered his face in complete embarrassment, even stifling a little scream when they both kissed each side of his temple.
THE END