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“Seriously,” Till mumbles under his breath, discreetly looking over his shoulder.
Ivan is behind him, again. This guy can’t take a hint and it’s beginning to piss Till off more than it probably should.
They met last semester when they shared one class that forced them to be partners throughout the entire semester and Till has not known peace since. Ivan would always stare at him and ask him stupid questions about his piercings and eyeliner instead of paying attention. It would only result in people getting jealous of Till and glaring at him throughout class.
Ivan is popular, he’s overly involved with their university, going as far as being the student body president and playing on one of the sports teams. Not to mention, there are rumors that his parents are rich. He’s super friendly with everyone as well. All the professors love him and never bat an eye whenever he has to miss or he turns something in late.
All of that to say, Till doesn’t understand what Ivan wants with him since Till is a completely different story. He’s not very friendly or outgoing, he’s a music major, he dresses differently than most people here, and he’s here on a scholarship. They’re two completely different people who have nothing in common.
They’re oil and water yet Ivan has kept following after Till since the class they shared ended last semester, going as far as attending some of the musical productions Till has been in. He almost fainted the first time he saw Ivan in the front row, sitting close to Till’s mom. What in the world was Ivan thinking of showing up to something like that?
At first, Till thought Ivan was attending to see someone else, maybe a friend or something, but no, Ivan made sure to give Till’s mom flowers to pass on to Till and to let him know he did great. It was embarrassing and now his mom thinks they’re dating.
So, of course, Till avoids Ivan like the plague now. They’re not compatible, not to mention Mizi, Till’s crush that dates back to high school, is good friends with Ivan and that’s something Till has never been able to achieve. They’ve been seen hanging out on campus and posting together online. So, yeah, maybe Till harbors some ill will toward the jock. Not that he had much of a chance with Mizi, but still, it’s the principle of it.
Since Ivan shows no signs of leaving Till alone, Till decides to go into the library in an attempt to ditch him. He readjusts his backpack straps as he waddles through the students studying, the majority of them turning to look at Till with curious expressions, and heads towards the private study rooms while his ears burn.
Conversations with Ivan never lead to anything productive anyway. Ivan always ends up teasing Till and Till doesn’t feel like entertaining that today. He wants to be left alone. He likes being left alone. If only Ivan would get the message, that would be great. Really, Ivan follows him around like a puppy, it’s annoying.
He can’t even be surprised that people in here are looking at him since he’s heard rumors being spread all over campus, wondering if he’s dating Ivan and it makes Till’s face burn. People are stupid. They are not dating, they’re not even friends. He would never date Ivan and Ivan would never date him. People like them don’t mix.
Sure, sometimes Ivan will come over and take a bite out of Till’s food then give him a stupid pouty expression as an apology as he practically slumps against Till. It’s so annoying because surely Ivan can afford to buy himself food, probably something way better than whatever Till buys. At least he has the decency to buy Till a replacement afterward, although he likes holding it over Till’s head and making him reach for it, all while leaning into Till’s personal space while he wears a stupid, cheesy grin on his face. Till hates him so much.
He can’t even begin to imagine what people would actually say if they dated. Imagine, the university’s star player’s boyfriend showing up to his game, wearing eyeliner and dressed in black and platform combat boots. It would cause nothing but utter chaos, Till is sure of it.
Sure, Ivan is fit, handsome, and tall but who cares? Surely not Till. That’s the least of his concerns.
He manages to make it into the private study room and closes the door softly behind him so he doesn’t disturb other students. The rooms are soundproof so once he’s inside, he doesn’t have to worry about making noise. He hadn’t planned on coming here today so he didn’t bring his guitar to practice. Well, he can work on a few compositions to kill time until his next class so he takes out his laptop from his backpack and settles in.
Ivan is probably still lurking around outside the library and the last thing Till needs is for the man to follow him back to his dorm, which was where he was originally headed to kill some time. If Ivan discovered which dorm Till lives in, the stalking and teasing would only become worse. He can’t even begin to imagine it. Ivan would think he has free reign of Till’s dorm and would probably weasel his way in and get into Till’s bed or something as a prank.
Till is pretty sure Ivan lives at one of the nice, luxury apartments near the university, probably due to his rich parents. It’s oddly fitting for him. Till can’t imagine Ivan living in a student room, being that big and tall… Like, would he even fit on Till’s bed, would they fit together? How would that even work out? Ivan is so beefy…
“Till.”
Till nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of his name. He turns toward the door to find Ivan standing there, leaning against the door.
When did the idiot get inside the study room? How did Till not notice until now?
“Did you seriously follow me here?” Till demands, frowning in disbelief as a fierce blush spreads across his face. “You’re such a weirdo, Ivan.”
Ivan has the audacity to pout before he walks closer and sits down next to Till. “I was calling out to you and you didn’t stop,” he points out, like that justifies his actions. “You were ignoring me.”
He says it like it physically wounds him but Till isn’t stupid. He won’t fall victim to Ivan’s teasing again. Ivan cannot need Till’s attention that badly. Surely, there’s a long line of people just waiting for Ivan to bless them with his attention. Everyone wants to be Ivan’s friend and a few people have already come up to Till to ask him how he managed to even get it in the first place.
“Well, you’re not exactly nice to me,” Till scoffs, going back to his laptop and typing away. He starts typing random shit to distract himself from Ivan’s eyes burning holes into the side of his face.
Being in this small of a space with Ivan makes Till nervous, like he’s a schoolboy with a crush or something. It doesn’t help that Ivan is staring into his soul right now either. He’s glad he did his eyeliner extra sharp today, since he seems to have an audience.
Besides, Till isn’t wrong. Ivan is mean to him, he likes to tease him, and it pisses Till off so much. Ivan never knows when to stop and it’s always Till at the receiving end of the teasing, no one else. That’s one of the reasons everyone thinks they’re dating and shit. It needs to stop so people stop getting the wrong impression of them.
“I like your pants today,” Ivan compliments him, reaching under the table to trace one of the knee holes on Till’s black skinny jeans.
The touch makes Till’s skin burn. It feels good but he can’t let it get to his head. He’s known that Ivan is grabby but he can’t seem to get used to it, no matter how many times Ivan touches him.
“If you like them so much, go buy yourself a pair,” Till points out as he keeps typing and tries to ignore the goosebumps erupting on his skin.
Ivan laughs and doesn’t remove his finger, not that Till tells him to. Honestly, Till is far too lenient on this guy. “I would but I doubt my thighs would like that.”
Fuck. Well, Ivan isn’t wrong. He has thick, toned thighs, hardly the type that mesh well with tight pants. A blessing and a curse from being such a good athlete. Till still remembers that one time last semester when Ivan came to class in shorts, thighs out on display. He thought about it for months and even found himself sketching the image a few times.
“Besides,” Ivan keeps talking. “You wear them best, so I’ll leave it to you.”
“Aren’t I special,” Till dryly states, looking over and meeting Ivan’s gaze. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” He asks. “Aren’t you supposed to be super busy?” He motions toward Ivan’s jersey. “Doing sports or leading the student government or something.”
Ivan lights up at the attention and grabs Till’s hand, abandoning the hole in Till’s jeans. He starts looking over Till’s chipped nail polish, his rings, and his bracelets with fascination, carefully assessing it all.
“I’m never too busy to see you,” Ivan promises as he rubs his thumb over Till’s palm and traces the lines there. “I haven’t seen you since Tuesday and it’s already Friday,” he points out, tone almost whiney. “I needed to see you today.”
Yeah, because I’ve been avoiding you, Till thinks to himself.
“Well, you saw me, so you can go now,” Till mumbles, turning back to his computer where there’s nothing productive typed out.
He wants to yank his hand away, he should yank his hand away but ends up letting Ivan mess with him instead. He’s so stupid, letting Ivan tease him again. He needs to grow a backbone and tell Ivan to fuck off…but doesn’t. Does he actually want to? He would’ve said something by now if he did. He’s probably going crazy. It doesn’t help that every time he calls his mom she asks him about his special friend.
“Hm,” Ivan hums before dropping Till’s hand and gripping him gently by the chin.
The motion startles Till because Ivan has never done something like this before. But he’ll admit, Ivan’s hand feels nice on him. They’re big, warm, and calloused from playing sports.
“I haven’t really gotten to see you yet,” Ivan points out, turning Till to face him.
Till swallows once he notices how close they are now. He can see every little detail on Ivan’s face, every little scar, and his snaggletooth too. Ivan is so stupidly handsome, that Till hates him.
“I miss last semester when I saw you every other day,” Ivan admits, bringing his other hand up to trace under one of Till’s eyes, careful not to touch his eyeliner. “I could stare all I wanted and then some. It made me greedy.”
“What are you doing?” Till demands, trying to sound off-put and angry but instead, it comes out nervous and shy. “Quit teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you,” Ivan defends himself as he keeps exploring Till’s face, going as far as running his thumb over Till’s ear where his piercings are. “I just like looking at you, didn’t I already tell you that already?”
Well, yes, but Till isn’t an idiot. He’s not going to fall for Ivan’s shit that easily.
“Till, can I kiss you?” Ivan asks out of the blue, eyes wide and eager, like he’s asking for a bite of Till’s lunch.
Till’s face turns a darker shade of red from all the blood rushing to it. He’s going to pass out. Alright, the teasing has gone on long enough.
“You’re not funny,” Till snaps at Ivan, trying to free himself from the man’s grip.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny,” Ivan states in that confident, smooth tone he uses whenever he’s participating in the student government organization. “I just want to kiss you,” he admits, tracing Till’s bottom lip. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since last semester but you never gave me a chance. Whenever we would meet up, we would just study.”
“Stop teasing me,” Till hisses. “It’s mean, Ivan.”
Ivan’s eyes narrow a little in response and he has the audacity to get closer until their noses brush against one another. It’s too much, Till thinks his heart might give out. It’s the same face Ivan wears whenever he’s on the field, intense and calculating.
“But Till, you like it when I’m mean to you,” Ivan whispers, pressing harder on Till’s bottom lip to reveal teeth. “You like it when I tease you.”
“You—!”
“I like you too,” Ivan reveals, grinning now. “So, can I kiss you or do I have to keep chasing you around campus before you let me?” He asks. “I’ll do it if that’s what you want,” he promises. “Besides, people already think I’m your boyfriend and you don’t bother to correct them, neither do I, so we should just go ahead and date for real, don’t you think?”
“Quit fucking with me,” Till hisses, face fiercely flushed now. “You can have anyone you want here and you’re coming after me, an outcast emo, get real. I’m not an idiot you can fuck around with,” he admits, feeling oddly vulnerable.
“Well, I like you, so I want you, just you. Why would I be joking around about that?” Ivan asks, like it’s the most obvious shit ever and Till is the dumb one for not understanding. “I think your piercings are sexy, I like how you dress, I like it when you’re mean to me, and I like how you do your face paint. So I want to date you,” he confesses.
“My makeup,” Till corrects him, looking away. “Idiot.”
Ivan shrugs. “Whatever it is, I like it, so can I kiss you now?”
Till wants to say a million things but instead, he just nods and lets Ivan smash their mouths together like they’re on some sort of time limit. He’s not one to believe in cliché movies, like the ones where the popular guy dates the nerd, they kiss and fireworks explode. But this is pretty convincing as to why he should. Ivan is a really good kisser and he’s not shy to reach over and grab Till by the hips and hoist him into his lap. Till finds that he likes being manhandled more than he should.
It’s a miracle they don’t break the chair but neither of them seems to care, too busy with other things. Ivan is handsy when he kisses, Till comes to find quickly. The man settles his hands on Till’s hips and starts sliding them up under Till’s oversized shirt, eagerly caressing the bare skin he finds there.
Till gasps at the feeling. He leans more into the kiss, sliding his tongue against Ivan’s, and lapping at every part of the man’s mouth he can reach. He’s not a bad kisser by any means but nowhere near as good as Ivan.
Just as Till thought, Ivan is all hard muscle under his clothes. He feels sturdy under Till, making Till wonder what else the man is capable of. He can’t help the sound that leaves his mouth when Ivan starts sucking on his tongue, all while digging his fingers into Till’s skin. It’s s o hot. He can see why people fantasize about this shit now. He’ll definitely be dreaming of this later.
Their kissing turns messy and desperate, with drool leaking out of the sides of their mouth, and lips getting bitten raw.
“Till,” Ivan groans against Till’s swollen lips, licking over them. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to kiss you.”
Till feels the nerves come back with a vengeance so he wraps his arms tight around Ivan’s shoulders and grinds down in Ivan’s lap in hopes of distracting himself. Both of them moan at the sensation. They’re both hard already. It would be concerning if they weren’t, honestly.
Suddenly, Till has a realization, while Ivan kisses his way down Till’s neck and starts sucking a hickey into his neck near his collarbone, practically mauling Till in the process.
“They’re going to think we’re dating or we did something,” Till pants, staring at the locked door that leads out into the library. “When we leave this room.”
Ivan laughs against Till’s neck, blowing warm air against the wet skin. “Well, we are, so let them think that,” he admits. “It’s not a lie,” he points out, licking a fat, wet line from the start of Till’s neck to his chin. “I like you, Till, I wouldn’t have been chasing you and much less kissing you right now if I didn’t.”
Till squirms in Ivan’s lap. “People will talk about you.”
Ivan tightens his hold on Till and keeps sucking on his neck. “So? I don’t care,” he admits. “Let them talk about me, who cares, I like you, and we’re dating now. That’s all I wanted.”
Till almost falls off Ivan’s lap. “Dating.”
Ivan looks up at Till, eyes wide and lips covered in spit. “Don’t tell me you do this with other guys too?” He asks, looking like a kicked puppy. He sounds jealous . “Do you share your food and personal space with them as well?”
Till scoffs at the absurdity. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course not!”
Ivan smiles again, resting his chin on Till’s chest, and keeps his gaze locked on Till’s flushed face. “Only me?”
“Yes, only you,” Till decides to indulge him. “No one else is as persistent as you are, idiot.”
“Well,” Ivan mumbles. “I might’ve told other guys to stay away from you,” he confesses with not an ounce of guilt in his voice before pulling Till back in for another messy makeout session.
Now, Till has a lot of thoughts regarding that but currently, his brain is all mush as Ivan kisses him stupid. He’ll deal with that later, much later.