12 [+1] days of Christmas. Day 05.

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Brad couldn’t explain it as rivalry. He couldn’t explain it as friendship. He couldn’t find any way to explain the intricate push and pull, the balance and the necessity of the relationship he was developing with Moon Raven Lindsey.

He couldn’t explain why they couldn’t keep their magic off each other, why every moment of the day, awake or asleep, lightning sought shadow and vice versa. He didn’t know why at every given opportunity his magic would surge through Lindsey’s, [unless Lindsey did it first] shocking along sensitive spots, an almost brutal tease. But Lindsey had told him many a time, it wasn’t a tease if you followed through.

They always followed through.

Eddies of shadow magic curled under every inch of Brad’s body near the end of the history exam. Without thinking, without a moment’s hesitation, he sent currents right back along them, tracing them back to Lindsey. He looked up, knowing full well Lindsey would be happening to glance back at him at the same moment.

They could leave when they were finished, and it wasn’t a minute more Brad was walking up to Mrs. Caffrey’s desk to hand in his completed exam. He couldn’t help but sneak a small glance out of the corner of his eye to see Lindsey, long legs stretched into the aisle, test completely finished. Waiting.

Brad would be waiting as well, two doors down, in the boys’ bathroom.

He’d be waiting when Lindsey came in, unerringly – of course – stepping into the very same stall Brad had hidden himself in. But he wouldn’t wait to shove Lindsey hard against the locked door, lips and hands doing now what his magic had done before.

By now they both knew they liked it rough, and the harder Brad pushed, the louder Lindsey cried out. A smirk on Brad’s face then – here was not the place for Lindsey to be so loud. Which meant Brad was going to be very. Very. Rough.

Lindsey’s lips would be bruised, even bloodied from how hard he bit down on them to keep quiet. Later Brad would touch, almost gently, each little bruise and mark, remembering when each was given and received. But right now he was biting down on Lindsey’s neck, well above the collar of his shirt, hand moving over him, between his legs with increasing speed.

And the door to the bathroom banged open, multiple voices announcing the presence of a group of at least two. Fuck, came across loud and clear from Brad’s mind to Lindsey’s and then he was suddenly cold, a little disoriented and he knew without opening his eyes Lindsey had pulled them into shadows seconds before the intruders could notice there was more than one pair of legs in that stall.

When they’d left, Brad dropped down and replaced hand with mouth. It had been a close call and Lindsey had thought quickly. Surely he deserved a reward.