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Twelve Seconds	By : CeeCee Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 3860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Archie & Co, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Twelve Seconds
- 2-Dripping
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Summary: Part two. They’ve always been enemies. Right?

Author’s Note: Time for slash! Cover your eyes!

There were times in a man’s life when he had to wonder, what the heck brought him here?

Why was he pressed up against Reggie, both of them having stumbled back against the lockers, naked as jaybirds? Cold? Wet?

Archie struggled and regained his footing, jumping back as though Reggie’s touch stung him. His face, beneath his freckles, went beet-red. His blue eyes were wide and filled with horror.

“Whatsamatter with you!” Reggie accused, just as shocked and filled with…excitement? No. No, no, no. Not him.

Not for Andrews. No way.

So why was he tingling? Why had contact with his wet skin, and yes, the inadvertent bump of Archie’s dick against his thigh, make him tingle.

He clutched the towel protectively over his belly. His dick tented it, humiliating him. Archie’s attempts to cover his own with his hands weren’t helping. Holding onto a hard-on didn’t help it go away, and he needed it to go away.

He backed up and spun away, darting to his locker. He didn’t even remember where he’d left his towel, no doubt on the bench by the lockers, but it wasn’t important now. He found his discarded briefs that he’d worn to school and his jeans, hopping into the former. The latter stuck to him, making it difficult to hop into them.

Reggie watched him in amusement. “Something wrong?” he taunted.

“Fuck off!” Archie growled as he fought with the zipper. His body wasn’t supposed to react that way. Not toward Reggie Mantle. Anyone but him.

Why him, though? Archie ventured a look over his shoulder. Reggie was leaning back against the locker, arms folded and the towel draped around his hips. He scraped his dripping black hair back from his forehead in a casual gesture that always made girls sigh. Why was it affecting Archie now, fer cryin’ out loud?

His erection was uncomfortably crammed into his pants. The look Reggie gave him was almost feral, teasing, and made Archie’s cheeks burn.

“It’s not your fault you want my cock,” Reggie boasted.

“WHAT? You’re out of your mind, Mantle, shut up!”

“You want it, you know it.” Reggie leaned up from the locker, standing up straight. His arms were folded across his chest.

His slick, gleaming chest, rippling with smooth muscle. Wickedness gleamed in his coffee brown eyes.

Reggie enjoyed teasing him, this time just for the heck of it. No one else was there. The locker room was empty, thank goodness, because he didn’t want anyone else getting wind of their teammates playing “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Reggie’s legs were sculpted as the rest of him, slicked with a fine layer of wet black hair. “Admit it,” he challenged, voice deep and rich with mockery.

“Dude, let it go, put some clothes on!” Archie trembled. His body betrayed him; his nipples pebbled into pinkish-brown knots on his chest.

“Nice nipples,” Reggie added, noticing.

“Shut. Up.” Archie’s eyes wouldn’t obey his command not to keep looking at Mantle, whose own chest sported hard little buds, ruched and stiff.

What would it feel like if one of them grazed his palm? Like Veronica’s? If he flicked it with his thumb?

Reggie felt arousal creeping through his belly and groin. He slowly unwrapped the towel and dropped it, exposing himself again. “C’mon, Arch. You know you want it.” He enjoyed the redhead’s consternation as he flaunted himself. He gave his hips a flick in Archie’s general direction, making his flesh bob.

“Geez…quit it.”

“You afraid?” Archie’s protest died on his lips. Reggie walked toward him. Archie avoided looking down at his cock, even though his mind screamed at him It doesn’t matter, it’s still there…

“Archie Andrews afraid of a little cock?”

“You saying you have a little cock?” Archie’s bravado was fleeting. Reggie’s lips twisted.

“You tell me.” Damn it…

Archie couldn’t even tell him “I’ve seen bigger.” Truthfully, he’d never looked. Not even at a neighbor at a urinal, not in the showers, not at the gym. Never.

Why was he looking at Archie that way?

Why couldn’t Archie look away?

Why was his hand drifting protectively over his fly? Why was his mouth dry? Why was Reggie watching his mouth as he licked his lips? Why was Reggie so close, close enough for his to see his nostrils flare and his eyes to grow slightly drowsy, even contemplative?

Why was he feeling so heated and itchy all of the sudden? Why was he tingling again? Why hadn’t he buttoned his fly shut yet? Better yet, why did he feel like unzipping his pants again?

“C’mon, Arch,” Reggie murmured, “tell me I have a little cock.”

Tell me you want a little cock… was what Archie’s brain translated for him. He groaned, hating himself for it.

Reggie’s hand tugged Archie’s away from his zipper. He gripped the tiny hook and pulled, parting the denim flaps. The head of Archie’s cock was still protruding over the waistband of his snug white briefs. Still gleaming with precum. Weeping.

Wanting.

Reggie’s fingers dug into the front flap of his Levi’s and tugged, working them down and grazing Archie’s dick through the cotton. Archie whimpered at the feel of someone else’s hand there, of someone undressing him.

There was no affection in Reggie’s face. Only desire and naked need. Archie’s briefs soon joined his jeans around his knees, which buckled as Reggie caught his dick in his fist and gently squeezed.

Archie’s flesh felt warm and silky in his palm, totally unfamiliar. He tugged on it and watched Archie’s face contort. He shook, and he had to lean back against the locker for balance. With his free hand, Reggie gripped Archie’s wrist and guided it between his own thighs.

This time Reggie’s face filled with surprise as Archie’s fingers convulsed around his throbbing flesh, then stroked it. They leaned into each other’s touch instinctively, slowly groping and jerking until they accustomed each other to the other’s response.

Okay. He’s not little. The thought mocked Archie as he let Reggie gently lean into his body while they began to pump each other more confidently. He had no clue what he was doing, but Reggie’s grip felt right, snug, tight, hot. He didn’t fumble, no doubt from enough experience masturbating on his own. Archie could relate.

Reggie’s fingers drifted to Archie’s hip, grasping it. His skin felt smooth there, too, and tight, stretched snugly over narrow bone. Neither boy would meet the other’s eyes, staring instead at the other’s mouths as they made low grunts and groans of need.

“Damn it, Arch,” Reg moaned, eyes closing a moment over the sensations running through him with each tug of his cock.

“More,” Archie whispered. “Please.”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded numbly, swept up in it. Slowly his hands began to possess him, roaming over Archie’s body. He coddled him in his hand and stroked him, exploring his chest and belly. Reggie let his palm skim over Archie’s ass, clutching one firm, supple cheek. Archie jerked, arching into him. They were compatible heights, their bodies lined up easily and molded together as a near perfect fit.

How could Archie hate him and want him so much? Reggie’s forehead drifted down to Archie’s shoulder. He felt the graze of his cheek against his neck as Archie affected him just as deeply, changing his stroke of his cock. The heads bumped, and Reggie nearly came undone. He wanted more of the forbidden contact, more of their engorged flesh meeting, sliding together…

There was Reggie’s cheek brushing against his feverish neck. Archie leaned into his caress, thinking nothing of it. He smelled Reggie’s damp hair as it tickled his lips. What he was doing to him felt right…he wanted to reciprocate, to show him he appreciated it.

Sex wasn’t complete to him without a kiss. It was how Archie was made. He didn’t know what this was, but in any of his other encounters, there was just more intimacy, more fulfillment when he could taste his partner’s mouth, her need…was it any different because Reggie was a he, instead of a she?

His body said no.

“Reg,” he murmured,” c’mere…” Reggie’s eyes were glazed with lust and want as he met Archie’s. Archie inclined his head ever so slightly and let his lips brush his mouth.

He felt keen satisfaction. Reggie’s lips were well-shaped and firm, just full enough, and they felt amazing as he yielded to the kiss, even leaned into it wholeheartedly. It enhanced the sensations of being groped and roaming his partner’s body.

His partner. Not even his friend, but Reggie’s partner. He didn’t ponder it. It felt too good.

Archie’s hand cupped his neck, fingers curling into his slick hair, and he showed him why the girls chased him. It was that mouth and how he used it, prying a groan out of Reggie. He sampled the flavors of his mouth, the texture of his tongue and inner cheeks. Reggie felt invaded. Archie was jerking him faster now, almost making him lose concentration. He didn’t know where this was going to go.

He needed to come. Archie did, too, he could feel it. How was this going to go down?

…which one of them was going to go down?

Reggie couldn’t stand the indecision, not knowing what to do to finish this. Girls were easy; another boy was a mystery to him. When had he ever tried to please one? Never.

Archie was making the decision for him, dragging his mouth over Reggie’s chin and fastening to his throat. Reggie’s hips jerked and he moaned out loud.

“God, Arch! Oh, God, don’t stop, that feels good…that feels so good,” he rasped. Archie’s hand was palming his chest, toying with his nipple. He didn’t know it was as much of an erogenous zone until Archie explored it, then pinched it to enjoy its firmness and bumpy texture.

Reggie’s hands gripped Archie’s shoulders and gradually began to push him down. He didn’t know how to stop himself and didn’t want to. He never begged his partner for what he needed; it was always a gesture, a silent request or a silent demand with no need for translation.

Go down.

Archie complied, surprising him. He nipped and lapped a path down his body, tracing his pecs and ribs, breathing over his six-pack and tonguing his navel, teasing it.

Where the heck did he learn to do that?

The thought dissolved as Archie’s mouth closed wetly around his cock and sucked him like a popsicle.

“Aw, God!”

His body was drawn so tight he thought he would snap, and Archie’s mouth made him euphoric. His fingers curled through that thick hair, coarser than he figured it would be, but it was satisfying to grab as he guided Archie’s head by the nape, encouraging him to continue. Archie bobbed his head in and out, shunting over his thickness and pulling arousal through him. Reggie could center on nothing but his cock as it thrust itself into Archie’s mouth, probing the entrance of his throat. Archie’s voice was muffled and struggling for breath, but he didn’t stop. Strings of drool dappled the dark curls of hair around Reggie’s balls from Archie’s efforts; it magnified his pleasure tenfold when Archie’s hand drifted up to cup them.

His other hand was busy working on himself. It was so hot, watching Reggie be so vulnerable, turning him on so much, knowing he’d caused that desperate voice that was chanting his name. Archie was nearing his own peak. He tasted a hint of salt and another musky flavor that was unfamiliar to him, lapping away something viscous and slick from the head of his cock.

Reggie’s climax made the base of his spine pinch. It tingled through him in a rush, making him buck. His hips jerked and thrust himself deeper into Archie’s throat, choking him. Cum dribbled from the corners of Archie’s mouth along with stray spit, but he never let him loose. He swallowed hurriedly, almost apologetically. Reggie gasped and cried out, trying to catch his breath. His hand clutched Archie’s hair. His muscles shuddered in response.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

Archie swallowed him. Swallowed him. If someone had told him that morning that his worst enemy would suck him off, better than Veronica or any other girl in his address book ever had, he would have told them they were fucking nuts.

Archie was shuddering and felt almost as limp as Reggie leaned back against the lockers. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to compose himself. “Damn,” he rasped.

“Was it…?”

“Fucking amazing,” Reggie confirmed, confused. Archie was just as shaken as he tried to stand. His pants were still binding his knees; he bent slightly over the bench as he tried to fix them.

“Wait,” Reggie demanded.

“What?”

“Just…wait. Sit.” Archie didn’t argue, he was exhausted. The bench felt cold against his ass.

“You’re still hard.”

“As a rock, man.” He was flustered, feeling helpless.

Reggie studied him thoughtfully, then stepped between his knees, shoving the pants and briefs down around Archie’s ankles. That left his thighs spread wide; he was thoroughly naked again, subject to Reggie’s scrutiny.

He tilted Archie’s chin up, leaned down and kissed him fully on the mouth. Archie groaned in pleasure. The kiss was slow and lazy as he let Reggie’s tongue swirl around his, stroking the confines of his mouth. Reggie tasted him, roaming over his face and down his throat.

“Reg…what…?”

“Take it easy,” he muttered. “Enjoy it.”

“Reg?”

“Just enjoy it, Arch.” Reggie’s hands explored him, kneading his warm skin and stroking his back. His mouth descended down his chest; Archie leaned back on his hands to give him better access. Reggie nimbly bit his nipple, suckling it hard. Archie yelped; his dick twitched and bobbed.

“Shit!”

“Let’s finish it. I know you want it.”

“Reg, please…”

“It’s gonna be good. It’s gonna be real good.” He enveloped Archie’s cock in his fist and pumped him again while he suckled. Archie held his head there because he could do nothing else. Pleasure was overwhelming him as Reggie returned the favor, eventually engulfing his length in his mouth.

Archie’s eyes rolled back in his head. It was so. Fucking. Good.

He warned him before he erupted, giving Reggie the chance to lean away from it, but streams of cum still shot free and sprayed Reggie’s chest, dripping in strings from his chest and belly.

“Shit!”

“Aw, God,” Archie quavered. “Aw, Reg…Reg…damn it,” he snapped as his dick continued to jerk and spurt. Thick rivulets oozed from the tip, coating the head.

Moments later, Reggie wordlessly handed him his damp towel.

They were speechless as they each left the locker room, separately.

The rest of the varsity team looked puzzled a half hour later when they nearly slipped in the water someone dripped all over the floor.

FIN.
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