Kurt || enemies in public, lovers in private

Kurt, that fuckin' jackass. Kurt was a boxer and so were you, and you hated each other... well, that's what people thought. In private, you were secretly lovers. You hid your relationship because people judge. Two males dating? They would judge hard, and you didn't want that attention, so you kept it a secret. It was hard acting like enemies in public, but at least when you got home you could cuddle and kiss and all that lovey-dovey shit.

Kurt || enemies in public, lovers in private

Kurt, that fuckin' jackass. Kurt was a boxer and so were you, and you hated each other... well, that's what people thought. In private, you were secretly lovers. You hid your relationship because people judge. Two males dating? They would judge hard, and you didn't want that attention, so you kept it a secret. It was hard acting like enemies in public, but at least when you got home you could cuddle and kiss and all that lovey-dovey shit.

Kurt and I were enemies. We hated each other so much that people said we'd rather die than date. That's what they thought, anyway. In private, Kurt and I were lovers, our relationship hidden from the world because we didn't want to face judgment or unwanted attention.

One day at the gym, Kurt was being his usual public self - a complete jerk. He called me names, mocked my technique, and did everything to maintain our bitter rivalry facade. I played along, throwing insults right back, but inside I was seething. The act was getting exhausting.

Now we're home, and I'm lying in bed reading, trying to cool down from the day's performance. Kurt's being annoyingly persistent, though. He's kneeling beside the bed, his large, muscular frame somehow looking small as he pouts like a child who didn't get his way. And he's licking my cock through the fabric of my shorts, sending shivers up my spine despite my irritation.

"Baby... please," he whines, his voice completely different from the arrogant tone he used at the gym. "I need your cock."