Enki has big tits, and Rio is a slut. Despite how hot she is, it's about three months into their relationship, which means Rio is getting bored. Enki is sloppy, but never lets Rio cum in her mouth. It's a little frustrating, but he supposes it's her choice after all. As a party rages in Enki's dorm house, she sucks Rio's dick in her bedroom. It's early, and he should be in bed. Yesterday, there was a hockey game. This morning, Rio has to work on a project for drama class.

"Fuck," he says, holding the back of Enki's head. She doesn't give the best head he's ever had, but he'll never give up an opportunity for a blowjob. Enki says Rio's the best fuck she's ever had - and not to be conceited, but this is not a surprise. He's into body mods, and pierced his dick for the first time two years ago. Enki loves the beads he has embedded in his cock, and the piercings along the underside of it. They took a while to heal. Sometimes, people hear a rumor about Rio's pearling and want to see for themselves. News travels fast. Every day, there's someone new curious to find out what it feels like to fuck a man with beads in his cock.

Enki moans. He always falls apart in her hands. If he were a nice guy, he would have broken up with her before she went down on him. She likes the control he shows of his tongue, which was split a year ago, and allows him to move each side separately. His hands grab Enki's hair, pulling and pushing her head until she nearly gags. He likes it when people gag sucking him off, and most people do. Enki looks at him, her eyes glossy and wide. "Good girl," he coos – he can't help that he's dominating. It's hard to speak when he's so worked up, and so everything he says sounds like a mumble. After today, she'lll probably never speak to him again.

Lots of people still think Rio is straight. As a child who was encouraged to experiment growing up, even he thought this until adulthood. Letting loose was fun. Getting wild is continuously a good time. He shudders; Enki replaces her mouth with her hand, sliding over the beads under Rio's skin. When she gets him off, she always pulls her shirt down, exposing her tits. It's almost time for Rio's Second Degree initiation.

After this, he'll be a full-fledged member of the coven: able to train new initiates, and to help his father lead rituals. In a year and a day, he'll be able to become a High Priest.

"I've been thinking."

"Oh?" Enki is short and round, but dresses in clothing that shows off her body. "Should I be worried?" She rests her elbows against Rio's exercise station, smacking her lips with gusto. She knows she's good at getting him off. Of course, it doesn't take much.

Rio needs to get to class. It's almost Christmas break, and he doesn't celebrate. As Enki cleans herself off, he shrugs. "We should break up."

"What?" Enki stops her lip smacking to stare incredulously at Rio. "Seriously? I just had your dick in my mouth, and now you're saying you want to break up." Her arms are crossed, her body much more closed now. "You're unbelievable."

"I mean..." Rio knew she would take this badly. "I've been thinking about it for a while. I just haven't said anything until now." This makes him an asshole, maybe. Rio is not the indecisive type. He's just been trying to avoid a blow-up like this.

Enki scoffs. "Asshole." There it is. He's been expecting that. It's terrible, but it's also kind of funny. "Fuck you, Rio."

He wants to make a joke, but even Rio knows it's terrible timing. "Hey, we could still be friends?" It's a weak attempt at humor, and he knows it. Enki rolls her eyes and stalks out of his bedroom, not even stopping to acknowledge his dorm mates on the way out. They'll question him later, probably, but it's not something he'll bring up unless he's asked. Growing up with a psychiatrist for a father, Rio learned from a young age how to communicate. Though his parents never blamed him for Cassia's death, he spent years feeling responsible. Children do what they know how to do to survive. Even the most well-rounded people panic in times of stress.

This morning, Rio was late for practice after giving a ride to an old woman. His father used to say there's nothing more important in life than human rights, and that, as black men in America, he and Rio would need to work twice as hard to get to the same place. This is something that sticks with him. Maybe, if you go out of your way for others, they'll think of you as trustworthy instead of dangerous.

"Can you stop shuffling your feet when you walk? It makes me want to bang my head against a wall."

Ivo frowns, looking up from his notebook, setting his big magnifying glass on the desk next to him. He has the lightest blue eyes. Their whites are spotted with red, something Rio has never seen before, but it could be because his skin is so pale. For some reason, he always looks like he's about to burst into tears, which doesn't suit him at all. Working with him makes Rio feel conflicted, but nobody else can bear to be around him. "Jeeze, what's up your ass? I pace when I brainstorm." He's been in class about two minutes, and already wants to leave.

"Well, do it like a normal person and stop pacing. You're driving me crazy." Ivo is easily annoyed, but how is that Rio's fault? Neither of them want to be here, especially with each other. Rio has to admit though: it's kind of hot when Ivo gets worked up. "You think you're some kind of celebrity for being a student athlete, but you're really just an asshole and a slacker."

He tries very hard to hate Rio, which is kind of suspicious. It's like he puts extra effort into pretending he can't stand the guy. And maybe he can't. But you'd think he'd be a little more subtle about it. "How do you even know I'm pacing, anyway? I thought you were blind."

Ivo always has a retort. He thinks he's smart, and Rio thinks he's fun to annoy. "I'm not deaf, dipshit. You shuffle your feet so loudly that my father is rolling in his grave. You deserve an award for being the world's biggest idiot."

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Ivo has fucked up eyes. They roll when he tries to focus on something, so that he has to move a certain way to make out what he's looking at. Rio brings a hand to his chest. "An award? For me? Shit, I'm honored; I better start writing my acceptance speech!" His feet are on the table, one crossed over the other. On the other side of the library, Enki sits with a group of friends. It's kind of a shame, really. Although it might not seem it, Rio cares about people. It's much easier to make a joke out of things than to face the reality of them.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." Normally, Rio isn't this much of an asshole. Something about getting under Ivo's skin is exciting. Rio would never dare admit it, but he kind of likes Ivo's attitude. This isn't something he's normally into, but there's a first time for everything. Rio likes a bratty submissive. He also likes a challenge. "You want to fuck me – and I can't blame you. Everybody wants to fuck me."

"Disgusting." Ivo makes a retching sound, pretending to stick one skinny finger down his throat. Jesus, he's such a twink. "I'd rather fuck a cactus."

This weekend, Rio promised to visit Sage. It's a very long drive, and he seldom has time to make it. Sage has a lot of potential, but doesn't believe in themself. Rio regrets not learning to play an instrument. It's not too late, he supposes: but Sage started young, and Rio is already twenty. "Sure you would, Four-Eyes."

Rio remembers when his sibling came out to him. He was seventeen, and Sage fourteen. Sage had taken him aside and shut the door to tell him they were non-binary, and asexual, and that was that. There was no huge party, no big deal, not much more was said of it after that. Rio has never come out. He's never really felt the need to; he loves who he loves, and nobody really gives a shit.

When Rio was sixteen, he realized he was polyamorous. Many people don't understand the concept, and it's something he's gotten tired of explaining. He isn't one of those people who believe in soulmates and exclusivity. To him, there are just far too many people in the world for that. To monogamous people, it's always a heavy topic. Rio mentions he dates multiple people at once, and almost everyone freaks out. Something Rio doesn't understand is people's resistance to his sexuality. It's like they all think he can only be straight or gay, and nothing in the middle makes sense. He dates men, and he dates women, and he dates people who aren't either – but all anyone can focus on is gay and straight. There comes a time when a person gets tired of explaining it to everyone: it's not a black or white subject.

Outside the bathroom, a bald girl stands with her foot against the wall. Rio always sees her with Ivo, although the boy doesn't seem to pay much attention to her. Rio is bad with names. He doesn't usually hang around a person long enough to need to know names. "What's up," he says to the girl, whose face turns pink. It's not a surprise. He has this effect on a lot of people. The bathroom is plain, empty except for one man, combing through his untamable white hair in the mirror. Rio shouts across the room to him. "Hey, Four-Eyes! You dress like a grandpa." Rio supposes it'd be easy enough to just ignore Ivo and move on, but this is way more fun. There's just such a sick sense of satisfaction in pestering him, and it's so easy to do. He's hot, in the strangest way, but he's uptight and ill-tempered. Sage once asked why Rio enjoys annoying him so much, and although Rio insisted it was out of hatred, Sage had suspected there to be a different reason.

For some fucking reason, they've been seeing each other everywhere. Ivo stiffens, rolling his eyes at the mirror. "You're a douche. Now fuck off."

Rio doesn't hate Ivo. Sure, the guy gets on his nerves, but he really doesn't have the energy to hate him for it. He pouts, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. "Sounds like somebody's having a bad day. Should I tell you a joke?"

He wouldn't pass up a chance to fuck Ivo. The kid's such a twink, Rio bets he could have a lot of fun with him. "No." His arms are at his sides, closed into fists. "I hate you and your stupid jokes, and your dumb face-"

"Yeah?" Rio doesn't believe this. "Then why are you looking at me like you want to fuck me?"

For once, he's got nothing smart to say. Rio's horny, and Ivo is pretty, and sex has nothing to do with love. "That's what I thought." Rio smirks, grabbing Ivo by the arm. Although he grumbles, he doesn't pull away. Into the last, largest stall, Rio yanks the skinny boy inside.

Rio fell off of a roof when he was seven. It was his grandfather's garage roof back in Florida, which was about ten feet off the ground and overlooked a large green pasture. Back home, he'd sit up there to watch the stars or when he needed some time to himself, or even when he was really young and wanted to hide from the family. One night he lost his balance trying to climb up to the top, and tumbled down to the rocks in his grandfather's driveway. He'd landed on his side and cut his knee on a particularly pointy rock, and now there's a jagged scar across his left knee. It didn't take terribly long to heal, and it's not a large scar, but he suspects it didn't heal properly, as it now looks weird.

When Rio and Sage were about eleven and eight years old, their parents sat them down to explain about how some people thought their relationship was wrong. This had shocked Rio: how could something so normal and everyday be seen as wrong? They might get picked on at school, said Rio's father, for having two dads. They might be treated differently. But it doesn't matter who you love, as long as you're a good person and you treat others well. Now that Rio's older, he understands what his fathers have needed to surpass to be together. One day, he'd like to buy them a new house, or send them on an all-expenses-paid vacation. For now, all he can really do is visit once in a while, or buy little gifts to show his appreciation.

"Shut up," Rio grumbles, his fist full of Ivo's hair. Before beginning, he gave the boy an out – but he didn't take it. And so here they are, hate fucking in a public bathroom. "People are going to hear you."

"Fuck you." Ivo has his hands against the wall of the stall, letting Rio have his way. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this." When it comes to sex, Rio is not a gentle man. He can be accommodating if he cares for someone, but most of the time, he just fucks for pleasure.

The taller man growls, not gentle or caring. That would imply he gives a shit if he's hurting Ivo. "You love it, asshole. Maybe you need a good fuck to loosen up a little." He can tell it's working; Ivo no longer speaks, but squirms and twitches under Rio's unrelenting grip. His fingers grab the ends of Ivo's hair, pulling hard enough the boy's head is tipped backward. He grunts, one hand moving feverishly on his dick – but Rio's really into edging. "Hey!" He yanks the other boy's hand away, and throws it down. "Did I say you could cum?"

Rio is getting sweaty, tired, but oh, so satisfied. Ivo snorts. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want. Now let go of my hair; you're hurting me." He has an accent, and some words sound strange.

"Sucks for you." Rio feels fulfilled when he cums, but he's out of breath and thirsty. He can't tell whether Ivo feels satisfied or used: and he doesn't really care. They don't say goodbye to each other afterwards, just dress, and go their separate ways.