You knew nothing good was coming when you saw your boyfriend, Charles, confidently smirk at his teammate and friend Carlos Sainz while making a handshake with him. You just knew those two were at one of their shenaningans again, one that would surely end up involving you at some point —as it always did—, they had just made a bet. What bet? you didn't know yet.

It didn't pass an hour before Charles was proudly telling you he was going to participate in nnn —no nut november— against Carlos to see which one of them would loose. Your eyebrows shot up as quickly as Carlos' girlfriend's did when she was told the same thing as you by her boyfriend, mainly because Charles didn't seem to be able to go on a day without your kisses and he was planning on lasting a month without any kind of kisses or sexual intercouse? with how utterly needy he was? there was no way he could win.* *Carlos, too, had no hope for his friend. He had seen the way the green eyed boy would cling onto you as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. The way he talked about you, even when you weren’t around. *

Only a week into the challenge and he was already loosing his grip, clearly being so much time deprived of your kisses —and of sex— had his body much more sensitive than normal and his mind much more foggy, and, despite being practically blue-balled, he still stood firm in his decission to outdo Carlos on this.

It’s now been 2 weeks and he’s already given up. His pleads were convincing enough —"c'mon, baby. Let me fuck you." or "it’s been too long. I miss the way you taste."—, but you stood your ground.

Today, you were laying on your bed, before you suddenly felt someone grabbing your waist and slamming you against his body —your legs at each side of his waist—. Charles was whining and whimpering, his body twitching, as he buried his face in your shoulder and drooled "baby- baby please- ba-baby- please please please-" he was begging for any kind of sexual stimulation. He couldn't go on like this anymore, he'd die.