"I fucking hate you."
"You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris."
Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo.
Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on thing...
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"I thought I already told you to stop hanging around here, kid."
Ian flinched at the gruff voice, gasping a chunk of air as he stirred in his sleep. Blinking, the brunet boy frantically looked around, disappointed when he didn't see the pair of blue eyes he was expecting — had been expecting since a couple of days earlier.
"Sorry... I'm sorry," he slurred apologetically at the old man who was looking at him the way one would look at a homeless child. "But, uh... did uh someone drop by in here or anything while I was sleeping?"
The first time the janitor saw Ian sleeping on the floor of the janitor's closet was weird, but when he kept coming back to the same kid over and over since then, it became a little annoying and honestly downright pitiful. He looked like he was waiting for something, or someone, he just didn't know what or who kept standing this poor boy up.
"Kid, I ain't your babysitter," the bearded man answered thickly. "I sure as hell don't stand by in here while you sleep."
He was itching to ask Ian what his deal was, but figured that wasn't part of his business so instead he took the courtesy to leave mat cushions from the gym in case the brunet needed something to lie on. The kid could be going through something traumatic for all he knows, it was the least he could do. He would constantly find his daughters in the same state whenever they had finals for school so he figured maybe this kid was having this week just as rough. Too bad Ian didn't use any of the cushions though.
"Everyone has gone home, aren't your parents worried for ya?" the man questioned, and Ian felt a slight pang in his stomach. His hands hovered above his middle, realizing he hasn't eaten anything since this morning.
He smiled as he stood up, grabbing the wall for balance. "Y-yeah they probably are. Thanks... sorry, have a nice day."
He slowly made it past the door while all the janitor could do was watch his back and shake his head.
. . . . .
"Emery, I'm okay."
"Yeah and I watch straight porn."
Ian rolled his eyes, rubbing his temple as the redhead followed him into his room, pushing the door open against the wave of clutter lying around. It looked like a hurricane threw a fit in his bedsheets, strewing a mix of clean and unwashed clothes on the floor. Emery wrinkled his nose in disgust, flinching when he heard the sound of a water bottle crumpling when Ian plopped himself down on his desk chair.
