Synopsis

This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys

DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read.

CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters

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"You good Keke?"

I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips.

"Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes.

"Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack.

"Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin.

"Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world.

"You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"