Lust For Value

{6.} Be Aggressive!

Stress and anger don't mix too well, definitely when it comes to Addison. So when you add s****l frustration to the list you'll get a really bad side of him, not that there's a good one.

It's been 2 weeks since Oliver's spared him a glance, it was getting embarrassing at this point.

The last time Addison tried to make conversation with him, Oliver shrugged him off and told him they could meet at Addison's house that night, but Oliver never showed up.

That was pretty good timing because Addison had bigger things to worry about.

Things with User789o0 have been getting worse.

Hey, how are you feeling?

User789o0: fine

Are you sure? Do you need to talk about anything? If you want me to leave you alone I understand. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

User789o0: I've just felt out of it lately. Things at home are really tiring me out and I can't even enjoy things that I want to anymore. My dad is so draining and confusing. This morning he made us breakfast and offered to drive us to school but just last night he was telling me he wanted me out of his house. I don't know what to expect from him anymore.

Addison's heart ached for him. He wished there was something he could do, but there's only so much you can fix from a phone screen.

Do you think that there may be some friends you can stay with if things get worse? Not that I think they will I just don't want you to get put in a really dangerous situation.

User789o0: I don't have any good friends.

Promise that you'll reach out if you need anything?

User789o0: Yeah. Talking to you is enough though. I know we're strangers but it means a lot to have someone there for me, I don't get that often.

I'm always here :)

User789o0: I'm always here for you too, I promise.

Addison sighed with a faint smile on his face.

He lifted his phone off of his chest and decided to text Oliver, just to see if he wants to hang out.

Hey, wanna come over??

He clicked his tongue staring at his screen as he awaited the boy's response. Oliver began typing but stopped, a few seconds later he started again.

Oliver: No sorry I'm not really feeling well rn. I need to rest up for the game tomorrow.

And there goes that.

Ok gn I guess

Oliver: Goodnight

Now that Oliver mentioned it, he should also get some rest. The last game went horribly, the team forgot the cheer, and they had 6 injuries in total. This week Addison decided on just teaching them a dance routine and if it didn't work...well s**t.

...

"Do not f**k this up, Ariana!" Addison shouted to the girl from the other side of the room.

He didn't get a bit of sleep last night. He stayed up texting User789o0 and then got woken up at 3 in the morning for phone s*x with Oliver.

Guess he's suddenly feeling better.

8 hours a night can change a lot about a person, but so can 4.

The cheer team stood in their dressing room getting ready for the game that evening. Because of his kind nature, Addison assists them with their makeup.

Because in his opinion...

"If you can't cheer pretty you could at least make a f*****g effort to look pretty."

"Ok Addison just hurry, you've been working on my eye shadow for hours. Who are you, James Charles?" Paige groaned and laid back in her seat.

Addison pulled back and grimaced, "I sit here to make you look good and you call me a pedophile!?"

"I didn't mean-"

"Whatever just repeat what I said earlier."

"If you can't cheer pretty you could at least make a f*****g effort to look pretty."

"Exactly." He put the finishing touches on and stood back. "You missed more than half of the practices-"

"-Because you schedule them at the most absurd times!"

"Let me talk! You missed more than half of the practices so you don't know the dance, but...The rest of the squad came to every single one of them and they can't do s**t either so you're fine. To be honest all you did was save yourself from wasting your time, and judging by your neck you got some pretty good d**k in return."

Paige grinned, "So what are we gonna do?"

"We're gonna wing it."

...

"Be aggressive! Come on ladies don't mumble! Be aggressive!"

His team looked at him with glares.

"Don't look at me like that." He walked back to his spot done for the evening.

It was finally time for their halftime routine, one they didn't have.

"Ok so let's just dance. Come on guys I'm pretty sure at least one of you knows the dance."

They looked at him blankly.

"I know it. Come on let's go. They can stand in the back." Eve finished off her water bottle and stepped forward.

10 minutes later...

"You said you knew it!"

"I thought I did but the moment you did that back handspring I was done for," Eve sat down on the bleachers and began fanning herself. The music of the marching band playing loudly in the background.

Maybe I should have joined the Color Guard.

"That was really embarrassing." He laid his head on her shoulder and sighed. "Oliver laughed the whole time."

"He did...and he looked hot as f**k doing it."

As if on cue Oliver gave him a look and made his way towards the back of the bleachers.

Finally

"I'm gonna go before halftime ends. Go back to your spot."

Eve snorted, "As if. I'm going home early."

He thought about arguing but frankly, he was too horny to care.

"What took you so long?" Oliver frowned. "I thought you didn't catch my hint or something."

"I did I was just-" Addison was cut off by Oliver reaching for the back of the boy's neck, crashing their mouths together in a heated kiss.

" I don't care." Oliver chuckled against his lips. His hands moved down to his hips. The pressure of his fingertips sent a glint to his groin, causing it to twitch with desire. Addison let out a surprised groan before giving in, opening his mouth wider taking in the boy's tongue, and pushing him against the concrete wall behind them.

"I missed you." Oliver breathed out.

"We talked last night," Addison replied. Despite his reluctance to admit it, he missed him too.

Oliver's fingers tangled in the boy's curls and a faint grin spread across his face. "I don't want to just hear you." He pulled them apart, "I want to touch you."

Addison's heard things like that from Oliver more times than he could count. But there was this look in the boy's eyes that sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed thickly before uttering out a response, "I-"

The sound of a whistle being blown and pom-poms shaking notified them that halftime was officially over.

"We should go."

...

That night Addison drove home from the game and did some reflection. He noticed that nothing was making sense, he wasn't making sense. He called this guy his enemy but he constantly got himself involved with him. He invites him over to his house, meets him in secluded areas, trusts him with his body, but still calls him an enemy.

Because that's all he knows when it comes to Oliver. It's either that or some 4th-grade crush.

He parked his car in the driveway and sighed.

What else could Oliver Beckett be to him? Friends with benefits? They're not even close to being friends. He's closer to some stranger on the internet than he is to him. As for his only two friends, he wasn't sure if he could consider them friends. Just like everyone else who puts up with him, they were just mere acquaintances.

That's when the self-reflection turned into self-pity. Addison Westbrook didn't have friends, at least not close ones. His closest friend didn't even know his first name.

Can I talk to you about something?

User789o0: yeah sure what's going on??