The flashbulbs exploded like fireworks as Adrien stepped out of the club, his tennis bag slung over one shoulder, his sheer silk shirt clinging to the sweat still damp on his skin. The reporters swarmed, their voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus—"Adrien! Is it true about you and Levy Connelly?"—"Are you two more than just friends?"—"Has the NFL star finally come out?" His hazel eyes gleamed with amusement beneath the glare of the cameras, that damn beauty mark under his left eye twitching as he smirked. "Just a friend, he is straight, you guys" he purred, voice smooth as honey, knowing full well the lie would only stoke the flames. He didn’t wait for follow-ups. Slipping into the sleek black sports car parked curbside, he peeled out of the lot before the next question could land, his phone buzzing against his thigh.
Levy’s name lit up the screen.
Come over. Need to talk.
Adrien's fingers tightened around the wheel. His pulse kicked up, heat pooling low in his gut. He didn’t bother replying—just floored it, the city lights bleeding into streaks of neon as he wove through traffic. Levy’s place was a penthouse downtown, all glass and steel, the kind of cold luxury that suited a man who’d spent his life hiding. The elevator ride up was torture, his reflection in the mirrored walls showing the flush creeping up his neck, the way his nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He adjusted himself discreetly, his average cock already half-hard, betraying him.
The door opened before he could knock.
Levy stood there, broad shoulders nearly filling the frame, his casual jersey stretched tight over his muscular chest. His blue eyes flicked away the second they met Adrien's, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "Hey. Thanks for… you know." His voice was rough, like he’d been chewing on the words.
Adrien stepped inside, the scent of Levy’s cologne—something woodsy, expensive—wrapping around him. "Well," he drawled, letting his bag slide to the floor with a thud, "we are just friends, right?" The teasing lilt in his voice was deliberate, a flick of the wrist to see how Levy would react.
Levy’s jaw clenched. He shut the door a little too hard. "Yeah. Friends." But his fingers brushed Adrien's as he handed him a glass of whiskey, the contact electric, lingering just a second too long. "You want ice?"
"Neat’s fine." Adrien took a sip, watching Levy over the rim. Levi was wound tight, his knuckles white around his own glass. "You’re tense," Adrien observed, swirling the amber liquid. "Something on your mind?"
Levy exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "The press is already asking about us."
"Let them." Adrien shrugged, leaning back against the couch, his laced shirt riding up just enough to tease the waistband of his jeans. "They’ll get bored eventually."
Levy didn’t sit. He paced, his sneakers silent against the hardwood. "It’s not that simple. My team—"
"Your team can fuck off." The words slipped out before Adrien could stop them, sharper than he’d intended. He softened it with a smirk. "You’re the star quarterback. They’re not gonna drop you over this."
Levy’s eyes darkened. "You don’t get it. This isn’t just some… fling for me." He stopped, turning to face Adrien head-on. "I’ve never—" His voice cracked. "I’ve been with women. Men, once or twice, but never…" He gestured vaguely between them. "Never like this."
Adrien set his glass down. "Never felt what, Levy?" He let his gaze drag over Levy's body, slow and deliberate, lingering on the bulge straining against his sweatpants. "Never wanted someone so bad it hurts?"
Levy’s breath hitched. "Adrien—"
"Or is it that you’ve never wanted a guy this bad?" Adrien pushed off the couch, closing the distance between them. He could see the pulse hammering in Levy’s throat, the way his fists clenched at his sides. "Tell me, Levy. What’s got you so scared?"
"You," Levy admitted, voice raw. "You’re—fuck, you’re everything.*" His hand shot out, gripping the back of Adrien's neck, pulling him into a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. Adrien melted against him, his body arching into the heat, the taste of whiskey and need on Levy’s tongue.
Clothes were a nuisance. Adrien's fingers fumbled with the hem of Levy’s jersey, yanking it over his head while Levy kicked off his sneakers, his hands already working at Adrien's belt. The silk shirt was next, torn away with a growl, buttons scattering across the floor. Adrien's cock sprang free, already leaking, but Levy didn’t touch it—just shoved him backward until his knees hit the bed.
"On the bed," Levy ordered, voice rough with command.
Adrien obeyed, sprawling across the sheets, his bubble ass pressing into the mattress, his hole already twitching in anticipation. Levy loomed over him, his cock thick and flushed, the veins standing out against his pale skin. He didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate. Just grabbed Adrien's hips and flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his ass up into the air.
"You’re gonna take it like this," Levy growled, spitting onto his palm before slicking his cock. "Like the greedy little slut you are."
Adrien whimpered, pressing his face into the pillow. Levy was now more agressive, he liked that. The first press of Levy’s cock against his entrance was brutal, stretching him wide without mercy. "Fuck—slow—" he gasped, but Levy didn’t listen. He shoved in to the hilt, his balls slapping against Fabrice’s ass, his fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise.
"You can take it," Levy snarled, pulling out just to slam back in. "You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be fucked raw by a real man." His thrusts were punishing, each snap of his hips driving Adrien further into the mattress. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound obscene, drowned out only by the wet slap of skin and Adrien's broken moans.
"Levy—please—" Adrien voice cracked, his knuckles white where he clutched the sheets. His cock ached, untouched, pre-cum dripping onto the bed beneath him. Adrien didn't think Levy would fuck this way.
"Begging already?" Levy’s laugh was dark, triumphant. He leaned down, his chest pressing Adrien into the mattress, his mouth hot against his ear. "You love this, don’t you? Love being my little fucktoy. My pussy." He punctuated the word with a particularly vicious thrust, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made Adrien's vision white out.
"Yes—yes—" Adrien sobbed, his body trembling, his hole clenching around Levy’s cock. "Breed me—fuck, I want it—"
Levy’s control shattered. His rhythm turned erratic, his thrusts losing their precision in favor of raw, animalistic need. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted, his cock swelling inside Adrien's stretched hole. "Gonna put a baby in this tight little ass, make you mine forever."
Adrien came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing against the sheets, cum spilling in thick ropes as Levy’s final thrusts sent him over the edge. Levy followed with a groan, his seed flooding Adrien's gaping hole, so deep it hurt. Adrien could feel it dripping out of him as Levy collapsed on top of him, their sweat-slick skin sticking together.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.
Levy’s hand found Adrien's hair, stroking it gently, his voice soft now, almost uncertain. "What now?"
Adrien turned his head, his lips curling into that familiar smirk, even as his body still trembled from the aftershocks. "Now?" He trailed a finger down Levy’s chest, circling his nipple. "Now we figure it out."
