Reverse Rivalry

I. The Foyer

The double doors slammed shut behind them to the barely lit foyer. They were barely standing in it now, just on the edge of the wide descending stairs that led down inside. It was agonizingly dark with only a little light shining through the windows.

It made everything feel much more acute to Skylar's frazzling senses, more specifically, he could feel the shadow of Jale's silhouette behind him through his skin. Jale's penetrating stare on his back was cutting through his flesh and he had never felt this subconscious in his life.

Skylar felt like there was a mounting heat inside his gut that was threatening to burn him alive with how riled up his body was. Jale's touch still lingered from the car. It lingered on his lips, on his thighs, on his ass, every touch felt imprinted and he wanted to feel all of it again until the day he died.

Skylar wished he had just ignored Jale's abrupt proposition and took his willing body right there in the car, without objection.

But he obeyed by some god-given miracle.

Skylar let out a small puff of air when he stepped further into the house then he stopped and looked around. He tried to ignore his aching boner between his legs by clenching his hands into fists in the pockets of his jeans. He attempted to remain nonchalant but he was failing, horribly. He could feel Jale's breathing on his nape sending shivers down his spine and made him too aware of every nerve in his body. Jale's breathing was quiet and daunting, a fake calm that pierced through him like a sharp knife.

Skylar was sure he could taste the suspenseful anticipation in the air emitting from the both of them but the boy was holding back for some fucking reason he couldn't understand. Why this blatant torture? Why the wait?

Did he want Skylar to get down on his knees and spread his legs like a whore or place himself on this very wall and, slide his pants down then spread his ass cheeks while he waited for his hole to be penetrated like a good little slut?

Skylar's head spun a little from the imagery plaguing his brain and he let a hot shaky breath out into the air again while clutching the material of his pants in a fist. Skylar knew he could feel it in his consciousness that he wasn't past that lewd idea. He wasn't past anything at this fucking point.

Nothing.

Was this revenge? It felt like revenge by some annoying standard.

Skylar's hands at his side-flex then clenched into a fist. His eyes shifted from left to right. The dark blue walls in front of him with a door arch that led deeper into the house felt unfamiliar for some reason. It felt unwelcoming and he didn't know why. It felt like the first time he stepped into it as a boy.

Unfamiliar, dark and haunting.

Skylar's nails scraped against his palm to calm his raging hormones but the knowledge that Jale, Jale Kierson, his sworn nemesis was in his house was seizing his mind in a tight grip. It shouldn't have affected him this badly but it was fucking him over so extensively, it was offending.

This was a childhood dream come true. To transport the boy into his house, into his "splendour" and lock him up like a villain would do to a hero in his comic books. It had been thrilling then and it was just as invigorating now.

His mind was reeling from the fact that this was real and not a fucked up fantasy. It made his cock throb painfully against his zipper uncontrollably. His chest tightened into a knot to excruciating levels.

He took another step inside with slow movements like he was going to go down completely off the stairs but instead, he turned on the edge of it abruptly to come face to face with Jale, the one and only, behind him. Jale stumbled back a little from the shift in positions, being caught off guard by Skylar's sudden turn. Their faces almost collided with how close Jale was following him and their eyes clashed, like a key being pushed into a lock with a click. The air coiled into a ball and settled deep into his gut.