WHO: Felix and Wolf WHAT: Felix hasn't texted him, so Wolf spontaneously decides it's time to give Felix a little more incentive. WHERE: High school’s boys locker room. WHEN: Thursday, February 10 RATING: High PG-13 (probably?) because Wolf is a sexual predator. STATUS: Complete.
The island was so small that ‘just dropping by’ anywhere wasn’t ever a problem. In fact, Wolf typically passed the high school five days out of seven in a week, so it wasn’t unusual when he was stopped at a red light on a road beside the high school and saw people running laps, opting to gaze out there rather than keep his eyes glued to the traffic light. That was how he spotted Felix Ruskin out there with his teammates, and decided to put on his blinker and pull into the school’s driveway.
It seemed practice was winding down, because as Wolf got out of his car many of the students were crossing the figurative finish line and heading toward the gym. It didn’t take him long to head over there and join them, grinning as a few of the boys he hadn’t spoken to since graduating seemed happy to see him again. They chatted all the way to the locker rooms, where it became easier for Wolf to engage in conversation with a few people who had lockers in the same row as Felix, and soon enough Wolf engaged him in the conversation, too, which was all about sports.
One by one or group by group, Felix’s teammates filed out of the locker room until the last guy said he really had to get going, leaving Wolf leaning against a wall of lockers, alone, with Felix. “Thought they would never leave,” Wolf said, offering Felix a crooked smile. They hadn’t spoken much since his mothers’ party, and Wolf wondered how Felix felt about it after having time to digest everything.
*
It had been hard, waking up the next morning after kissing Wolf. Not only because the other man had been amazing and it was confusing to start delving into his sexuality, but also because he’d been hung over. Felix had staunchly tried to forget Wolf, to tell himself that it was a one time thing... but then he’d found the picture that Wolf had taken for him, and he’d been unable to delete it. Instead he had kept it on his phone, a reminder of that one night of magic they had shared together. He went to it on almost a nightly basis, and it had been the subject of more than one... session.
Sports had been his second way of trying to distract himself, other than a pure force of will (something that had failed, obviously). But he’d tried, and that had to count for something. Running was good, running meant that he got all the feeling in his system out in a more natural way. Well, running had been good, until Wolf showed up and almost made Felix fall face first into the snow out of shock. And Wolf wasn’t just there, he was in the locker rooms. He was chatting people up.
He was waiting.
Felix took his time, dressing slowly after taking a quick shower. He dragged on jeans, a long sleeved white tee, and black polo shirt on as he waited for the others to go, to leave him alone with the man that he’d been dreaming about for so damn long.
“Hey,” he said, with a shy little grin. “You came... to see me,” he said, almost looking confused.
*
“You think?” Wolf teased, taking the grin as a good sign. The lack of communication between them after the party could have meant Felix was no longer feeling comfortable sticking one foot out of the closet and wanted no part of him anymore, or it could have meant Felix was too nervous to contact him first. Despite telling Mao he wouldn’t be Felix’s ‘special person,’ he was really hoping it was the latter. Maybe he didn’t think anything serious would develop between himself and the younger teen, but he knew he wanted to see more of Felix’s earnest, dark eyes looking into his own - oh, and his killer abs. Those had definitely not been within his reach for long enough.
“I gave you my phone number, you know. You should have texted me.” And Wolf should have texted Felix, but he had been waiting, as if he thought the longer he waited the more likely it would be for Felix to pick up his phone. “But you didn’t, so when I was driving by I saw you outside with the team and I thought I’d say hi.” As he spoke, Wolf moved closer to Felix, so that by the time he said ‘hi,’ his finger was able to tap Felix on the chest without any trouble.
He pulled his hand back and slipped it into the pocket of his black winter coat, though remained standing closer to Felix than would be considered normal for casual conversation. Wolf wasn’t sure what he wanted to get out of this impromptu visit, but just as he’d spontaneously decided to pay Felix a visit at school, he was sure he’d figure it all out as he went along. And, hey, maybe it would result in Felix sending him a text or two later on.
*
“I should have,” Felix agreed, the hand on his body making him warm up at once. He wanted Wolf to stay closer to him, he wanted the other man to drag him back into a bed and then kiss him until breathing wasn’t even an option anymore. But instead Felix just looked at him, a smile twisting onto his lips as he moved a little closer. His hand reached out and touched Wolf’s shoulder. They were close enough to raise an eye brow if anyone walked inside, but he wasn't going to tell anyone. He hoped that Wolf hadn’t either, not when the other man seemed so... perfect.
“I’m sorry I didn’t, I just... I got a little nervous. I promise to text you soon,” he said, He was lying, because Felix hadn’t avoided texting Wolf for that alone. There was also the fact that what he wanted to text would be awkward to ask Maya for help with, and he didn’t want Wolf to see just how horrible they would come out on his own. He began to bit his lower lip, not confident enough to actually lean in and just kiss the man.
*
Wolf didn’t know if Felix was lying or not, but his eyes narrowed a bit at the promise. He didn’t question it, however, because of the hand on his shoulder. Felix wasn’t shrinking away from him, the opposite actually, so Wolf was aware Felix hadn’t been trying to avoid him, per se. It didn’t help that Wolf didn’t understand the mind of a person currently in the closet about their sexuality, so he’d have to take Felix’s word for it and, perhaps, text him first. It was almost like a game to see who would cave in before the other, and Wolf didn’t like to lose.
“No need to get nervous,” Wolf replied, closing the distance between Felix’s mouth and his own. The first kiss was short, and Wolf pulled back to meet eyes with Felix, but he didn’t let him speak before going in for another kiss, and another, and another, until he quit teasing and allowed the next one to linger. Kissing in public was exhilarating to him when it could be taboo, not in the least because he couldn’t hear much, so if the person he was kissing wasn’t keeping an ear out they would most certainly get caught. Usually, getting caught didn’t mean a lot to Wolf, but in the current situation, he knew it would mean quite a bit to Felix - and not in a good way.
Even so, Wolf couldn’t help but think that if they were caught, Luke Fox would hear about him kissing his best friend, and that only made Wolf press closer to Felix, pulling his hands out of his coat pockets to curl his arms around the other young man’s waist. Take that, Luke.
*
Felix, at first, felt fear stab his stomach as Wolf kissed him in public. But no one was there, no one was watching. Instead they were alone, and kissing was safe. He tried to get more with every little teasing kiss that the other man gave him, and when he finally got one that lingered, Felix wrapped an arm around Wolf’s back, and a hand around the other’s neck. He pulled the other man as close as they could get with clothing on, and he wasn’t willing to let go for even a second. After all, Felix had been jonesing for the other man since that other night.
Air, sadly, was required for living. Felix reluctantly pulled back, his chest moving up and down and heart going like a jack hammer in his chest. He pressed his forehead against Wolf’s, not speaking for a few moments before finally smiling and kissing Wolf once more. His ears were on full alert, and he was more than a little jumpy right then. But Wolf... Wolf was worth the risk, at least to Felix.
*
Wolf welcomed Felix’s arm closing around his back to pull them against one another, but once they parted to take a breather between kisses and Felix pressed his forehead against Wolf’s, he froze, eyes opening to look blurrily at Felix up close. He’d gotten the same air of intimacy with Felix at his mother’s party, but the high schooler had been drinking; drinking made people touchy-feely. Felix being sober but still affectionate caught Wolf by surprise.
Their foreheads parted and Felix kissed him again soon enough, with Wolf tilting his head to deepen it. His hands slid down from Felix’s waist to find the back pockets of his jeans, squeezing the flesh he could feel beneath the fabric. He was more than happy to forget Felix’s little smile when their foreheads were together, instead focusing on leaving Felix’s mouth to kiss his chin, trailing down to his throat.
*
It was hard to deny Wolf when he wanted the same thing. He kept kissing the other man, not knowing that Wolf seemed to want to avoid seeing him smile. He would not have understood the motive anyways, not when he loved Wolf’s smile. It looked so real, unforced. Felix’s head fell back and hit the locker behind him as Wolf began to kiss his throat, and his fingers weaved their way into the other’s jet black hair. It was so soft and lovely, he could hardly stand not pulling it. But they were still in public, and Felix was trying hard to remember that as he moaned.
*
Wolf's mouth curled into a smile against Felix's neck as he felt him moan. He must have been seriously sex-deprived to give in so easily, which sounded about right for someone who was gay and in the closet. Predictably, Wolf was more than happy to help a guy out, and even more than happy to see him smile (a smile he liked), but he didn't want Felix to get any ideas. Monogamy was cool and everything, and Wolf had enjoyed it on a few occasions, but he was only eighteen. Plus, he was planning to leave the island for a few years at least after college, so why bother?
Despite the smile and forehead touch, Felix seemed more than fine letting Wolf push him up against the lockers without any sweet words or heartfelt emotions, and Wolf wasn't about to complain. He had Felix right where he wanted him, and intended to repay him for the hickey he'd left on his neck a couple weeks ago. Wolf didn't pull away until he was sure he had created a bruise that would stick around for a while, and he examined his handiwork.
"You sure you want to save yourself for someone special?" he asked, smirking, and slipped his hand back around Felix's hip to cup the front of his jeans. "You feel ready right now to me."
*
Felix was having trouble remembering basics like ‘up and down’ right then, Wolf’s lips doing some incredible magic tricks on his skin. He didn’t even think about the hickey right then, instead stealing away the other’s lips before pulling back and responding to him. “I want to wait,” he said, hating that he couldn’t just be a guy’s guy and do it. Wolf was sexy, Wolf was ready to have sex. In fact, every part of Wolf seemed perfect. But Felix still moved his hand around, and gently pushed Wolf’s hand to his hip instead.
“I would... love to have sex with you. I really, really would- but I would regret it in the morning, and I don’t... want to regret anything with you,” he said, trying to keep his voice down as fingers began to rub through Wolf’s hair. Yes, they were very new to one another. But Wolf felt so face and sincere to Felix. Their odd, instant intimacy was not totally lost on Felix, even if he was a virgin in all things male and male.
*
When his hand was pushed aside Wolf didn’t fight it, and he wasn’t about to pressure Felix into anything he wasn’t ready for. His lips pursed briefly at what Felix said, but Wolf forced his expression into neutrality despite the fact he could feel his cheeks warm a little - too little to color. Stop being romantic was all he could think in retort at first, but for once didn’t say exactly what was on his mind.
“You’ll regret it if it takes you another two weeks to get in touch with me,” he warned. “I won’t come looking for you again.” Even as he said it, though, Wolf didn’t know how honest he was being.
*
“Then I’ll have to call- text you,” he said, leaning in and stealing another kiss. He would text Wolf, he’d do it the second the other man left the room. He didn’t want to disappoint the other man, even if he was pretty much terrified of anyone finding out that he was far more into the other man than he had any right to be. But Wolf was sexy, and he made Felix feel amazing. What more could he possibly want? He let his arms rest on the other’s shoulders, nearly jumping a mile and looking at the door when he thought it had been opened- but no one was there.
“I promise,” he added after a moment, worrying his lower lip. “I won’t wait so long, and I’m sorry for not texting you before. I just... I don’t really know what the rules are with a guy,” he said after a moment.
*
“You can call,” Wolf replied, after kissing Felix back, “as long as you have video chat and know how to hold the camera so I can see your mouth.” Texting was better, though - sometimes video chat got laggy and he wouldn’t be able to lip read very well.
When Felix jumped, Wolf looked around automatically, but he didn’t see anyone entering the room. And considering Felix wasn’t shoving him away halfway across the locker room, he was sure they were still alone.
“There are no rules, Felix.” He leaned up for another kiss, using his hands at Felix’s hips to press him squarely against the locker, exerting enough force to be the dominant one in their embrace. “So-called relationship rules are a bunch of bullshit. I want to get to know you, not a bunch of bullshit.” He had a feeling that it would be difficult to get that through Felix’s head - not many people could throw off society’s influence on them entirely, not even Wolf could, but he was better at it than most.
*
It was tempting, what he was being offered. Because it seemed clear to Felix, what Wolf wanted from him. He wanted to get and know Felix, to have a real relationship. The idea of not being in monogamy was so alien to Felix that he could hardly understand the idea as he nodded. “I’d like that,” he said softly, thinking that learning how to type better, on his own, might be worth it to talk with Wolf more. After all, the other man was everything that he’d dreamed about before. And now Wolf was quickly becoming a main interest and focus for him, in every way possible. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, but he was falling. Hard. Not in love, but rather in lust and what his teenage mind translated as love.
“I’m expected home soon,” Felix said, not really wanting to go when the other man was touching him. “I have to help my little sister and stuff,” he said, not assuming that Wolf would even realize that he had a little sister. “Can you use Skype?” he asked, knowing that if Wolf could access it, it could make life easier for them. Felix could talk very softly, and Wolf would get it loud and clear.
*
It took a few moments for Wolf to understand the word Skype, but he nodded as soon as he realized what Felix was talking about. Luckily for the high school boy who needed to get home, the mention of Skype had Wolf releasing him from his hold as he stepped back and used his hands to dig around in his coat pockets. One hand produced a small pad, the other a pen. He carried it around with him almost everywhere just in case he was having trouble communicating with someone by speech alone.
“Add me,” Wolf said, and ripped off a sheet of paper after he scribbled his Skype username big and diagonally across the page. He handed it to Felix.
*
Felix nodded at once, stuffing the paper into his pocket and grabbing his bag out of his sport’s locker. The inside had a few pictures in it- of his sister and himself, of Lukas, and another of Becca Justice and Felix together. They looked just a bit more than chummy, but anyone who had seen Felix up close enough could easily see how very strained his smile seemed to be. He closed the door and locked it, turning back to Wolf and kissing the other man quickly before taking a few much needed steps back.
“Can I come see you soon?” he asked, wanting very much to get back into Wolf’s bedroom. Or anywhere they could make out without fear of being caught by his coach or someone else.
*
“You know where I live,” Wolf replied, the smile on his face suggesting that, yeah, Felix could. He felt a current of electricity shoot down his spine at the thought of it. It wasn’t Wolf’s style to sneak around, but it was his style to liberate closet-dwellers. The thing was, he’d never done it before - he’d never been in the situation he was in now, and though he thought he had Felix Ruskin all figured out, he really had no clue what he was getting into. In many ways, he was just as clueless as Felix about tiptoeing around in the shadows with another guy. Or anyone, really.
A large part of him wanted to give Felix one more kiss for the road, but he held back. Instead, he put away his pen and pad, and worked on zipping up his coat. “See you when I see you,” he said, and turned his back to Felix to take the hallway entrance to the locker room rather than the gym entrance, allowing the other young man to exit separately from him. Wolf could play along and be discreet - for now, anyway.