Reverse Rivalry

New Ground I

The stage had been set.

It had been set for a long fucking time, too long that it had gnawed at his patience. He had tried multiple times, too many times to count to shove an unpalatable reality down Jale's throat but for what? Skylar couldn't remember now. It had been a fantasy he wanted to fulfil like he's always done. His ultimate goal was to tear Jale's world to the ground, stick his claws into the boy's realm so deep, it would be everlasting but now, he hesitated.

Skylar never hesitated, especially when it came to this...

Jale's words had been anything but reassuring, after all, he was human and words meant nothing in circumstances that endangered them.

The wall under his palm felt rough, as rough as the inflating feeling of anticipation to have Jale at his disposable like he fantasized too much about but something else was present.

Rationality maybe. Rationality that was always curved by bitterness was eating him alive.

This whole night had been surreal, unbelievable to say the least too if it wasn't for the magnetic blue eyes and irresistible sculpted features of Jale that Skylar had sworn he hated once that was staring at him, albeit through him like he was brittle glass, if not, then he would have believed he had made up this whole thing.

Skylar wouldn't be surprised if he woke up and this was all just a concoction of his wayward obsession twisting even more.

The difference in Jale's gaze was still foreign to Skylar and he was fighting the urge to turn away, to curb the annoying flurry in the pit of his stomach that made him feel giddy. Skylar didn't want to describe Jale's stare as gentle because it wasn't. It burnt like lava was dripping down his skin. Sometimes, it hurts to be stared at like this. He almost dropped the smirk he had on. He was finding it hard acting like himself in front of this part of the golden boy.

Skylar lifted his hand from the familiar shirt of his on Jale's chest, slid it up to curl his fingers softly around Jale's neck to feel the bob of his protruding Adam's apple. Touching Jale's bare skin will always feel new. He just wanted to take Jale's clothes off again, completely.

Jale's chin lifted a little as if he was accommodating the slight hold. Their rippling shirts from their movements were touching and their thighs brushed as Skylar stepped forward even more by pushing his legs in between the slit of Jale's. Jale let out a wisp of air from the action but he didn't fight back. He didn't push back.

He was giving into Skylar's strange impulse to corner him like a helpless mouse.

"I imagined you tied up, blindfolded, at my complete mercy. This is a kidnapping Jale," Skylar breathed out waiting for the boy to backtrack and say he wanted nothing to do with this anymore, punch him in the face for even suggesting it and him for being a fucking lunatic but he continued his charade.

"The hero gets caught by the villain, imprisoned and lashed while he pours everything wrong and bad down his throat,"

Jale's eyes widened a little but that was it.

Skylar had waited for Jale's disapproval. He wouldn't have taken it any further if the golden boy refused but he didn't. He remained silent, completely and utterly silent while staring at Skylar like he was a mad son of a bitch at the same time.

There are many things in life Skylar manipulated to go his way and that was every single bit of Jale's life he could grasp but the feeling of this unorchestrated deluge was exhilarating and he couldn't help moving his other hand down Jale's exposed arm to grip his wrist while his eyes flickered down to the ever attractive lips that would fuck him over any hour of the day.

Jale licked them right then unconsciously like he felt the stare and Skylar's eyebrows furrowed a bit from the sliver of desire to kiss them until they bled and Jale was breathless and begging but he kept up the facade of aloofness and moved his eyes back up to Jale's awaiting the rejection.

Skylar hadn't wanted consent before. Consent was the least of his plans when he created this. His plan had been far more sinister, painful and wicked. It had involved a bountiful of bleeding.

A sigh came from Jale grabbing Skylar's attention in an acute focus. His free hand rose to Skylar's face. The white long fingers that looked immensely enticing to lick with his heavy tongue crossed his vision then moved down to touch his lips sparsely. Slowly they shifted up to push his fringes out of his face exposing his forehead completely.

Tentative eyes that was void of anger or disgust peered at him, almost down at him even though Jale was the one pinned to a wall.

My fucking God, he was so fucking se-

"You've always done what you wanted so why ask now, Skylar?"

Skylar's brain stopped then comprehended that sentence for a minute. He didn't know the answer to that. He could have gotten rid of this whole thing from the start and just moved on with his life, with this, them but something, that dark place he's fed for so long refused.

"Even an old dog can learn new tricks, golden boy," Skylar replied spreading his grin and lifting Jale's face, even more, to hover over his lips.

Fuck, he wanted to kiss him even though they were kissing not goddamn 20 minutes ago. This was ridiculous. Their closeness was normal now, too normal that he never knew how he lived without it before. Skylar reckoned even staying 5 feet away from the boy was impossible now.

"You know one thing that always annoyed me to fucking hell was how you talk, always in riddles like you had a tongue that sucked books off for a living,"

"I know, that's why I do it....to annoy the soul out of you," Skylar answered, maybe whispered because he lost focus when Jale's hand shifted from his forehead to the back of his head with a quick turn and gripped his hair tight but didn't move an inch after that, as if, he was contemplating his next move.

"I like it now," Jale whispered pushing Skylar's head closer then whispered,

"It's sexy,"

The tingle that went down his spine could kill. He resisted the urge to kiss Jale fully right then and there and replied,

"Turn around then,"

Jale's eyebrows squeezed together for a second before he eased off the surface he was trapped on by moving the arm held by Skylar's to the wall. The slight force made Skylar take a single step back with Jale moving with him into the middle of the hallway. Jale's hand that was in his hair slid down to his neck. The sensation was cold but it made his body tense. Before he could even think, Jale dipped low out of sight for a split second, too low under Skylar's chin then, he came up right next to his ear. Skylar's neck was gripped tight in a pull to bring Jale's lips even closer and his soft warm breathing made Skylar's back arch slightly in response causing his chest to rub against Jale's robust one.

Skylar felt like the cornered mouse now. Jale reversed it too easily. His head swirled but he still heard the emasculating whisper of Jale's voice so clear,

"I'm going to regret this,"

Skylar turns his head and their eyes connected for a singular moment before he breathed out.

"Then all you have to do is regret it,"

Author's Note.

Don't mind me. Just editing to make this way less clustered because why not? Some already read this, some already haven't that why I'm reposting it so they aren't confused.