Everything You Hate

Everything You Hate

A Joaquin and Oliver moment

Oliver sat on a bench in the dance studio watching his fellow dance class members practice. He frowned as he watched Jaoquin interact with Candy and the others. Yet, something about him made him so angry, and so lustful at the same time. He hated those stupid cheesy sunglasses he always wore, and the sound of his voice... but he really wanted to know what he would be like in bed. He blushed, feeling hot and bothered as he quickly got up and walked to the bathroom. He needed to get away, as he splashed his face with cold water he stared at himself licking his lips. He turned and leaned back against the counter, beginning to rub his body and clit through his loose dance clothes. He moaned, thinking about Jaoquin in the other room... his piercing green eyes, muscular chest, and goofy personality. Joaquin was a good dancer, flexible, and probably good in bed. Oliver pulled his tight grey leggings down and sat down on the toilet, spreading his legs as he fingered himself. He was so lost in thought and pleasure he didn't hear the door open or see who was standing there. He fingered himself faster, harder, as he lifted his butt off the toilet for better control. As he finished his eyes locked with Jaoquin's who was just standing there, watching. He quickly pulled his leggings back up, feeling unsatisfied after being walked in on and caught. "I'm uh... sorry. I forgot to lock the door" Oliver stated while staring at the floor as he tried to leave the room. But Joaquin grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing him against the bathroom door. They stared at one another in silence for what felt like an eternity before Jaoquin leaned in and kissed him softly. "Shit, I'm sorry... I lost control after watching you," Joaquin said as he let go of Oliver. "Wait, you liked it?" Oliver retorted with a smirk but Joaquin didn't reply. He just pushed Oliver back up against the door, kissing him harder moving down to the nape of his neck. Oliver was still sweaty and smelled of his own essence. He quietly locked the door as he pulled Jaoquin closer to him enjoying his attention. "This time there won't be any surprises." Oliver winked as he sank down to his knees in front of Jaouin, pulling down his gym shorts to his knees. He smiled as he was greeted with an above-average hard cock. "Nice dick." Oliver winked before taking it in his hands and stroking it. Joaquin spread his legs further as he leaned one hand against the door above them. He looked down to watch Oliver handle him. Oliver was different but eye-catching. He had been in an accident long ago that had cost him his left eye. Though covered in scars he was still beautiful. Joaquin let out a low groan, curling his lip and placing his free hand on top of Oliver's head guiding him up and down the length of his cock. "Oliver, stop... I'm going to cum." Joaquin panted pulling his cock from Oliver's mouth. Oliver frowned up at him, wanting more. Joaquin returned the frown and picked him off the floor. Oliver was even adorable when he was sad. He gently rubbed the back of his hand against Oliver's cheek before kissing him again. His cock hurt from need, begging for release but He didn't want to just use Oliver for a random blowjob in a gross public bathroom. "Can we...?" Joaquin whispered in his ear as he rubbed Oliver's wet cunt with his fingers. Oliver nodded slowly, his eyes glazed over from need as Jaoquin lifted one of Oliver's legs. He fingered him deeply before rubbing his lips with the tip of his hard cock. He shifted, picking up Oliver and leaning him against the door. He rubbed his dick against Oliver's puffy and wet cunt, spreading his lips slowly as he entered him. Joaquin tilted his head back groaned at the feeling. His insides were so warm, so soft... so pleasant. He began to thrust into him, as Oliver wrapped his legs around Jaoquin's waist. Oliver pressed his face into Jaoquin's neck, feeling the heartbeat and heat in his veins. He could smell Jaoquins blood, and in between waves of pleasure and lust, hunger hit him. He wanted Jaoquin now more than ever. Oliver licked and sucked Jaoquin's neck as he fucked him hard into the door. The waves of pleasure were great and many, forcing louder and louder moans and screams from Oliver's throat. Joaquin kissed him, making their tongues dance in passion and clasping his hands on the sides of Oliver's face. He thrust harder into him, finally ready to cum. "Can I?" Joaquin panted quietly, leaning his forehead against Oliver's. Oliver nodded and Jaoquin held Oliver tighter as he picked up speed, the feeling of Oliver's wet cunt wrapped around him got tighter and tighter as he came, spilling his seed deep inside him before kissing him again. They stayed embraced in each other's arms until Jaoquin caught his breath. But as they parted, Oliver felt like he was glowing. There were still things he hated about Jaoquin, yet he was also drawn to him. But were those feelings Lust or Love, only time would tell.