Chapter 1: Midnight Highs
The early 2000s were a blur of baggy jeans, chunky skater shoes, and the kind of reckless abandon that only teenage best friends could muster. Jax and Mateo had been inseparable since they were kids, tearing up the streets on their boards and dreaming of bigger, wilder things. Tonight, though, was different. It was just past midnight in Mateo’s cluttered bedroom, the air thick with the haze of cheap weed and the sharp tang of tequila they’d swiped from his older brother’s stash. The sleepover had taken a turn, and neither of them was ready for where it was headed.
Jax sprawled across the bed, his black hoodie hanging loose over his slim, athletic frame, the blue plaid PJ pants riding low on his hips. His pink liberty spikes were a chaotic mess, and those piercing blue eyes glinted with mischief as he took another swig from the bottle. ‘Bro, I’m tellin’ ya, last week I hooked up with this chick at the skate park, and she was wild. Like, I’m talkin’ full-on—’
‘Dude, shut the hell up with your nasty-ass stories!’ Mateo cut in, laughing despite himself. He leaned back against the wall, his white tank top clinging to his tan, lean-muscled torso, black sweatpants slung low enough to tease the waistband of his boxers. His spiky blowout fade was mussed from running his hands through it, and those dark, siren eyes were glassy with the high. ‘You’re such a perv, man. I don’t need to know how you got your dick wet behind the half-pipe.’
Jax grinned, his snakebite piercings catching the dim light from the lava lamp on the desk. ‘Oh, come on, Matty. Don’t act like you ain’t curious. Bet you’ve never even gotten close to a real score with all that cheesy ‘suave’ bullshit you pull.’ He air-quoted the word, cackling as Mateo’s face twisted in mock offense.
‘Fuck you, bro! I’ve got game. The ladies just don’t appreciate a real man,’ Mateo shot back, puffing out his chest comically before cracking up. His blue braces flashed as he grinned, and he tossed an empty beer can at Jax, who dodged it with a lazy roll. ‘You’re just jealous ‘cause I’ve got style and you’re out here lookin’ like a Hot Topic reject.’
‘Says the dude who gets mad at a vending machine for eatin’ his quarters,’ Jax fired back, snorting. ‘Bro, you’re a walking disaster. But hey, I’d still let you ride my lowrider if ya know what I mean.’ He waggled his eyebrows, the tequila making him bolder, dirtier, and way too damn amused with himself.
Mateo’s laugh was sharp, but there was a flicker of something else in those near-black eyes. He crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he got closer to Jax, the air between them suddenly charged. ‘Oh yeah? You think you’re hot shit, huh? Bet I could shut that big mouth of yours up real quick.’
Jax’s smirk faltered for half a second, his breath catching as Mateo’s gaze locked on his. ‘Prove it, then, tough guy. Or you just talkin’ outta your ass again?’
The challenge hung heavy, the room spinning with their shared high. Mateo’s hand landed on Jax’s thigh, firm and deliberate, and Jax’s pulse kicked hard under his pale skin. ‘Don’t test me, man,’ Mateo murmured, his voice dropping low, rough with tequila and something hotter. Their faces were inches apart now, the heat of their breath mingling, and Jax’s goofy bravado melted into raw, hungry anticipation.
‘Fuck, Matty,’ Jax whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of nerves and need. ‘You gonna do somethin’ or just stare at me with those damn eyes?’
Mateo didn’t answer with words. He crashed forward, his lips slamming into Jax’s with a messy, desperate edge, all teeth and heat and no finesse. Jax groaned into it, his hands fisting in Mateo’s tank top, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled in a sloppy, urgent dance. The piercings on Jax’s lips clicked against Mateo’s braces, a sharp little thrill that made them both gasp. They were drunk, high, and spiraling fast, the line between friendship and something feral blurring with every panting breath.
Mateo’s hand slid higher, brushing the edge of Jax’s PJ pants, and Jax’s hips jerked instinctively. ‘Shit, man, you’re playin’ dirty,’ Jax rasped, his voice thick as he felt himself getting hard under the loose fabric. Mateo’s smirk was wicked, his fingers teasing just enough to drive Jax insane.
‘Thought you liked dirty,’ Mateo shot back, his voice a low growl as he tugged at the waistband, his own breath hitching with a mix of nerves and horny excitement. His eyes flicked down, catching the outline of Jax’s cock straining against the plaid, and a flush crept up his tan neck. ‘Fuck, bro… you’re packin’.’
Jax laughed, breathless and ragged. ‘Told ya I’m full of surprises. You gonna do somethin’ about it, or am I gonna have to beg?’
Mateo’s grin was all teeth, eager and a little unsure, but burning with want. He shoved Jax back against the headboard, his hands clumsy but determined as he yanked the pants down just enough. The room was hot, their skin already sweating with anticipation, and as Mateo leaned in, his breath ghosting over Jax’s exposed skin, the tension snapped like a taut wire. This was about to get real messy, real fast.
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