Greek Lightning
I’m going to lose my football scholarship.

My full ride at university. Probably. Over this.

My parents are going to kill me.

Harder to Breathe. /Riley

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It was his first day back at Degrassi since Riley had tried to kill him. He was relieved that he finally broke up with his abusive boyfriend, but Riley was beginning to scare him. He was constantly texting and calling him. Declan even had to block him on AIM. The other had even followed him home on the night of his release from the hospital and confronted him. Declan was becoming really nervous. He glanced around his shoulders in the hallways, hoping not to see Riley around. And, when he did, he quickly turned to find another route to class, even if it was going to make him late. It had gone relatively well, but the final bell had rung; the day was over. 

Declan stepped out of the school building, messenger bag resting over his shoulder. His apartment building was nearly a mile away, but he didn’t mind the walk in the blossoming spring weather. (Not to mention, he had no parking space for his rental at the school just yet.) However, he suddenly regretted it with his new dilemma with his ex-boyfriend. He checked his phone, glancing at the texts before answering one he had gotten from Fiona. She had things to do with the drama apartment today, since she was still in the process of trying to come up with an original story. He would have helped her had he not been piled with a few days worth of homework that he missed. (Degrassi teachers were relentless.) So, he was currently on his way home to get said homework done. It wasn’t long before Degrassi was a few blocks behind him.

Declan Coyne was worth another shot. His figure was only a few feet in front of him, clad in the horrible Degrassi school uniform that he somehow managed to just make look so sexy. The smell of the other’s expensive cologne (a new scent? It wasn’t the one from before, the one Riley liked, but it was still a good smell) began to drift into the Greek’s nostrils as he reached forward, touching the shoulder of the young man that he ws pursuing. He knew he was being very persistent. At this point, pushy would be an understatement. But that’s just the way Riley was. A very aggressive person. It had both good points and bad points.

"New cologne?" he asked, finally at the rich kid’s side. "I like the other stuff better. The cologne you would wear for me." That was probably the point. He had probably switched scents out of malice. Oh well. "In the mood for some make-up sex yet? That’s my new way of apologizing today since I’m sorry, please forgive me, and I’m REALLY sorry haven’t worked.”

Righting a Wrong.

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Riley kissed him back, deepening the soft kiss into a much firmer one. “Thank you. I was so scared you’d never talk to me again…” he rested his forehead against the other man’s, genuinely taking in the moment. Just because he took his anger out on Declan didn’t necessarily mean that Riley liked him any less. And Riley did really like him. “All I can think about just how I was being with you in the hotel in New York before the shit hit the fan…you were wound tighter than an Amish quilt…” he laughed, remembering how Declan had been all over a tizzy over…what was it again? Oh yeah. Riley had asked him if he was feeling generous or something. “I knew how to loosen you up. I know how to make you feel better and you know how to do the same for me…” He looped one of his fingers through the belt loops on Declan’s pants and kept his other hand on the small of his back. “What can I do to make you feel even better?”

Bitch better have been scared. Declan was so close to just cutting Riley out of his life. After the other had done that, Declan questioned everything he’d ever known about himself. Was he really completely gay? Did he still harbor feelings for the Ice Queen? What about Anya, Zane? There were so many things in his head, and Riley had brought those questions upon him with breaking Declan’s judgement. Declan had thought the other would never resort to beating the utter crap out of him, but he had been wrong. He sighed, closing his eyes, relaxing a bit against the other. He was that desperate, wasn’t he? “You are good with those hands,” Declan murmured, smirking ever so slightly before he felt himself tugged closer to Riley, his hops touching the other’s. A brow rose, and crystalline hues opened. He paused for a moment, a skeptical look on his face. He rested a hand on the other’s chest, glancing to the door. “I’ve got Perino in about a minute, and I really dislike that class, so cutting really won’t bother me.” He shrugged, “I don’t know about you, though.” He mused, walking his fingers up the other’s chest. 

"English with Ms. Dawes." he answered, looking down at Declan’s fingers crawling up his chest. "I didn’t read the chapter." Actually, now that he thought about it, he couldn’t even remember reading any part of the whole book. Who the hell cared about The Canterbury Tales anyway? He brought his lips to the Coyne again, kissing him a little more forcefully, yet minding his injured face at the same time. Riley parted his lips just a little, allowing their tongues to meet in the middle. "You’re right, Dec. I am good with my hands." he said, sliding his own hand down from Declan’s abdomen on to his crotch. "Do I need to remind you?"

Righting a Wrong.

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“It’ll be fine. Owen didn’t believe the mugging story anyway,” He rolled his eyes. That damn dark-haired jock was too protective for his own damn good, and Declan couldn’t help but develop feelings for him. (That was another reason why he wanted the apartment, because he didn’t know how long it would take before Declan acted on his feelings.) He sighed heavily. “Trust me. It’ll be fine.” Well, no. Maybe it would never be fine between them now. But, Declan was willing to try, and Riley seemed willing to try. A brow rose. 

“You want me to punch you?” And even though that did sound inviting, Declan knew he would probably break his fist against Riley’s face. He raised a bushy brow before getting an idea. “Fine.” And after the other turned his face, he swung his fist—but it never reached the other’s cheek. It stopped centimeters before. Instead, Declan cupped the other’s cheek and leaned in, claiming his mouth with a soft kiss. “Next time you do that to me, I’m not coming back. Got it?”

But, if he only knew how desperate he would become.  

Riley kissed him back, deepening the soft kiss into a much firmer one. “Thank you. I was so scared you’d never talk to me again…” he rested his forehead against the other man’s, genuinely taking in the moment. Just because he took his anger out on Declan didn’t necessarily mean that Riley liked him any less. And Riley did really like him. “All I can think about just how I was being with you in the hotel in New York before the shit hit the fan…you were wound tighter than an Amish quilt…” he laughed, remembering how Declan had been all over a tizzy over…what was it again? Oh yeah. Riley had asked him if he was feeling generous or something. “I knew how to loosen you up. I know how to make you feel better and you know how to do the same for me…” He looped one of his fingers through the belt loops on Declan’s pants and kept his other hand on the small of his back. “What can I do to make you feel even better?”

Surprises, surprises. /Riley

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Riley was going to take a nap? Declan ground his teeth together. Maybe it was a bad idea taking Riley with him after all. He turned his head away and rubbed his temples before turning his attention to Riley. “Define the meaning ‘being generous’?” If that meant a blowjob, Declan was going to tell him to fuck off and give him one. He was in a bad mood already, and they had just got here. Oh, please let the next few days be relaxing. Please don’t let something go wrong. He rolled his eyes and sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair as he stared at the other man. 

"You’re kind of cute when you’re mad. Do that jaw clenching thing again." Riley poked at him again, smirking devilishly. He knew he should probably step off a bit. After all, Declan was someone that he needed to stay on fairly good terms with. He was the only person besides Anya who knew the truth. He seemed annoyed, rubbing his forehead and all that.  "Okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sit down." he ordered, not waiting for Declan to sit down willingly before standing up and taking his wrist and pulling him to the bed. Riley was a little annoyed too. He squeezed Declan’s wrist a little hard during the action unconsciously. But come on. The kid had no sense of humor. "You know what you need?" He sat up a little on his knees on top of the comforter and got behind where Declan was sitting, starting to massage his shoulders. Riley could feel the knots and tension in his muscles. "All you gotta do is relax. Learn to lighten up a little." He rolled his thumbs over the man’s shoulder blades, working hard to relieve the tension. "Feel good?"

Surprises, surprises. /Riley

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So, there were many surprises this week. Number one, he was kind of officially dating secretly Riley Stavros. This was probably the biggest of all. Number two, his sister was back as her usual alcoholic ways and broke up with her boyfriend. Now, that one Declan really didn’t expect. Number three? He went to the audition and nailed it. Fucking nailed it, man, and he was proud of himself. Declan had went to the apartment, walked by a passed out, drunken Fiona, and gotten a suitcase full of his things after the audition. The flight was tonight after all. He didn’t know how Riley managed to convince his parents, but hey? Who was he complaining? He gave Fiona a peck on the forehead and mumble to her to be safe before leaving the apartment. Oh, it felt good to walk again. He slid into the cab, and off to the airport he was. He and Riley didn’t look like they even knew each other on the flight. (Purposely, Declan got tickets in two separate parts on the plane so they would have to worry about it.) 

Hours later, they arrived in New York. Declan inhaled a deep breath of the classic New York air and sighed happily. It felt good to be home for a little while, especially since he would be able to do it with another. Riley would make good company, especially when they had a nice hotel room to themselves. Tomorrow would be a different story, but he was going to enjoy tonight. He hummed, motioning for Riley to follow him to the cab waiting for them. He slid in, and off to the hotel they went.

Declan was surprised at the room his mother got for him. Ever the lovely woman, she was. He shook his head and sighed, giving in his check-in information to the concierge. He checked his expensive watch (oh, it felt good to dress importantly again) before motioning for the other to follow him. And then they made it to the suite. And how sweet it was. Declan threw his bags aside and sighed contently, laying on the bed. (There was another room with another bed, but this one was big enough to hold the two of them if Riley really wanted it…) “This, my friend, is the life.” And he kicked off his shoes, then stretched his arms backward, relaxing. 

"We’re in one of the biggest cities in the world and all you want to do is lie in bed? Lazy." Ruley chuckled, setting his own bags down before stepping out of his own shoes and laying on his side next to Declan. After he had greatly debated whether he should actually go on this trip or not, he had finally decided on it. There was a very small part of him that was growing attached to Declan Coyne. Aside from all the parts that hated being gay and snuck around like the whole world would find out if he even blinked the wrong way. But Declan could be a cool guy, as long as he didn’t give him any lip.

"So, can I look at your script for the TV show or are you going to keep it a big secret and hide all the details from everyone until your episode airs?" RIley asked. He never knew anyone who was on TV before. And now he did. It was kind of cool. "Kind of cool that you’re living the dream." Riley hoped one day he could live his own dreams of pro football. And straightness but, as said before, that probably wouldn’t happen.

A confrontation.

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Declan listened silently, kissing the fingers against his lips, grinning a little bit. It was nice having this, considering he didn’t even know what this was. The sneaking around part exciting, considering there were sneaking around for the wrong reasons. This was nice, considering Fiona knew and when Riley found out, Declan was going to get it. Considering, considering, considering. There were a lot of considerations when it came to Riley. “Private,” Declan murmured, smirking at the thought. The two of them alone, no worries. Well, a little worrying on Declan’s part, but he heard from a little birdie that Jared was terrified that he threw his son down the stairs and nearly broke his neck. Paying was another thing. He had called his mother and chatted with her; he had enough money to book a flight for two people one way, but they shouldn’t have to worry about the back trip. Declan was about to say so when the finger was pushed in between his lips. Declan chucking, sucking gently against it before mumbling, “I’ve got enough money to get us there and for the hotel room,” His words were muffled, his talking hindered by the finger in his mouth. So he took other’s wrist and pulled it away. “Don’t worry. Hopefully, you won’t be my sugar daddy for too long.” He winked, a grin forming on his face. “And you’re right. We’ll talk when we get there.” With that, he took Riley’s cheeks in his hands and kissed him deeply, during which the bell rang—they were late to class. But, really, Declan didn’t care, even though he really had no excuses now as to why he could be late. 

Riley couldn’t help but laugh, watching Declan try to talk with his finger in his mouth like that. It was cute. He welcomed the kiss and felt disappointed when the ball rang but…yeah. The whole ‘getting an education’ thing. School sucked but without the high school diploma, college wouldn’t happen. College ball wouldn’t happen. And then no NFL, no Super Bowl rings, no trophy wife (there probably wouldn’t be one anyway, but hey, Riley could dream). “You go ahead and go. I’ll wait a bit then leave and show up. I guess I can take the fall after the whole punching incident, even if you did deserve it.” Riley kissed Declan once more then spun him around, giving him a light and playful smack on his rear to urge him to get to class. “Go. Go learn something.” he said with a smile. “I’ll see you next period.”

A confrontation.

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Declan closed his eyes and relaxed into the kiss; this was nice. This was really nice. They technically didn’t even have a relationship going, but hey—Declan wouldn’t mind this. “I won’t,” He murmured, pulling away again, feeling a little breathless from the kiss. Shit, Riley was a good kisser, and Declan could finally enjoy it while sober. “Mhm, New York.” He said, watching the other’s reaction. A chuckle escaped him at the other’s comment, and with a roll of his eyes, he said, “Trust me, you do not want to meet my parents.” He snorted at the thought. Who knew; Riley might get along very well with Jared Coyne. “You’d be staying in the hotel for that, mon cher.” He held the other’s hands, surprised that Riley was holding his own. “It wouldn’t even matter if people found out there. You see lesbians nearly fucking on the street all the time. I think you’d enjoy the village. Gay people walk around happily and don’t worry about it. Besides, no one we know will be there; I’ll make sure of it.” He brought up one of Riley’s hands to his lips and kissed it, casting a glance at the other male. “It will be fuuuun~” He half-sang, a smirk on his face. 

"Out…like out out…on the streets? I don’t know about that, Dec." he said. This was something he preferred to keep going on behind closed doors. He didn’t like anyone knowing he was gay, whether they knew who he was or not. "But I know I am definitely into the idea of having a hotel room together. Nice and safe. Private." He still wasn’t really sure that Declan really understood what a big deal this was to him. What he liked about the guy was that he seemed to be into the idea of sneaking around. Wanting to be out in the open, romancing each other around New York City? That was NOT sneaking around. He trailed his fingers down to his lips after Declan kissed his palm, tracing the shape of them lightly. "Well. I’ll go." he said. They could figure out the details when they got there. "But how are we gonna pay for this stuff? Is that why you need me to go? Do you need me to be your sugar daddy?" he joked, lightly pushing the tip of his finger in between Declan’s lips. "I make about a level above chump change for my weekly allowance, man."

A confrontation.

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“Never done what?” Declan asked, staring into his eyes. He rested his back against the wall, wondering just how late he’d be for his next class—not that he cared. “Oh,” He said, raising a brow. “You should have just told me.” Declan said. Then, he thought, we could have avoided it. “Oh yeah?” Declan grinned a bit, flicking him in the nose. “It’s nice being back on my two feet.” He licked his lips nervously when the other brought up the healing. He rolled his eyes. Riley was so sworn to secrecy; he was the complete opposite of Declan in so many aspects. He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s healing. It hurt like a bitch, though. Thought you broke my jaw.” That was the truth, but the pain had dulled down. “I didn’t tell anyone, Riley. Don’t worry.” He leaned in, capturing the other’s lips again. He needed the kiss, the reassurance. This hiding was not something he was used to, but obviously Riley was still interested. And, whatever. Maybe he had been a little out of line. Maybe he had deserved the punch. He could gloss over it. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled against the other’s lips before pulling away, staring into the other’s eyes. “Say, this weekend, I was planning to go to New York. I’d like to have a chat with my father about my current financial standing, and I figured you’d like a weekend to get away…” He said, trailing his hands down the other shirt, “And not worry about anyone finding out about you.” 

Riley let Declan kissed him and returned the kiss. Everything would be okay now, just as long as Declan didn’t give him anymore lip. If he wasn’t provoked, everything could be fine. “It’s okay. Just don’t do it again. And maybe I’ll try that sometime…that just wasn’t the night for it.” He brought him to his lips again, kissing him again for longer, parting his lips open just a little to deepen the liplock. He could have kept going but then Declan stopped. “New York?” he asked. Was he serious? He’d never been there so it could be a great trip but…so soon? He watched as the hands trailed down his chest before looking back up to the other guy’s baby blues. “Really? Meet the parents already?” he only half-joked, taking Declan’s hands into his. “I guess I could be into that. I heard it’s quite the place. And as long as you promise no one finding out…”

A confrontation.

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Oh, the glorious moment had passed when the doctor had taken off his cast after school on Thursday, and Declan was a new man. He made it a point to actually moonwalk all over Bee’s house, overjoyed by the use of his leg once again. It actually put him in good spirits, considering he was still rather pissed off about the outing with Riley days before. Did Riley know how hard it was to hide a split lip from everyone? Christ, it had been horror keeping it from Owen and Bianca. Owen almost caught him once. Either way, his leg being cast-free really did make his mood seem much more jolly. But, something had happened, and well… now Fiona knew. Fiona knew about Riley, and about Declan’s night. (He left out the part where Riley decked him; it wasn’t needed.) Now, if Riley decided to be man enough to apologize, Declan knew he would have to keep this information from him, or else there would be blood. Literally.

He was casually strolling in the hallway to his next class, holding his messenger bag close to him. He hated these stupid uniforms, but one could kind of get used to them. (Especially since he didn’t have to worry about what to where.) Declan hummed lowly to himself before all of a sudden he was grabbed by the collar and yanked into the janitor’s closet. His eyes widened; he couldn’t see anything. His back slammed against the wall, and a hand covered his mouth just as he was about to yell for help. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. The whisper—that voice sounded familiar. Declan’s heart was racing, but he was calming down. And then there was light. He stared at Riley with a surprised look on his face. A rendezvous during school? Oh, this was interesting.

“What do you want—” He began before the other kissed him. Declan blinked a few times. Oh, what did this mean? What was Riley trying to pull? His lip was very close to healing now, but Declan wouldn’t forget. And that wonderful question came up. “No, I didn’t tell anyone, as much as I wanted to destroy your reputation,” Declan replied lowly, glaring into his eyes. He seemed calm enough, considering the knowledge that Fiona knew was bothering him. “You know,” Declan murmured, “I don’t appreciate our last encounter. I admit, I was a little too drunk for my own good, but we could have handled the situation differently,” His voice was monotonous as his hand gently came up to touch the lip that had been hidden by make-up for most of the week. 

So the secret was safe. That was all that mattered for the moment. “I know. I lost it but…Declan. I’ve never done that.” he meant the whole notion of going all the way with a guy. “So when you said you wanted it back there, that was the only way I could think of not having to do it without embarrassing myself.” He looked down at Declan’s two unbroken legs. He looked nice in his khaki uniform pants and his blue shirt, it brought out the blue in his eyes. “It’s kind of weird seeing you without a busted leg, cripple.” he joked. Trying to ease the tension or whatever. “Is everything else healing up okay? The punch. You didn’t tell anyone or anything? You just made me mad, the way you talked to me. And it made me flip out.” That was his logic. It had been Declan’s fault.