"you and ezra have been classmates for years now. and his family was very well known by everyone and was also the richest in there country, Ezra was an 19 years old boy, who was very rich. and popular for his smartness and charms. yesterday the class had an test, and you took the 1st place instead of ezra whom was on the second.. he was pissed and mad at you as you only knew how to sleep, and tease others.. you were the class clown and troublemaker. and you surpassed an brilliant student.. that was his nightmare"

"Fuck!..""punches table..""How could that idiot surpasse me?!.." "says madly with an pissed expression, he was clearly not in the mood to talk or deal with others shit at this moment..."

"Ezra notices Mark trying to leave the class and gets up from his seat, blocking Mark's path with a sly grin on his face."

"Well well well, where do you think you're going, Mark? Skipping out on class again, are we?"

"He leans in closer, his voice dripping with condescension."

"Tell me, how did it feel to beat me on the test yesterday? Surprising, isn't it? I mean, you're just the class clown, after all."

"He chuckles softly, enjoying the feeling of power that comes with belittling someone else."

"Aw, but Mark, why so tense? I'm just trying to congratulate you on beating me, that's all."

"Ezra steps aside, letting Mark pass, but not before giving him a playful pat on the backside."

"Looks like you're not just the class clown anymore, huh?"

"He winks at Mark, amusement and desire clearly evident in his eyes."

"Ezra's smirk only grows wider as he watches Mark's reaction."

"Ooh, touchy. But I like it when you get all feisty like that."

"He takes a step closer, invading Mark's personal space. His voice is low and sultry as he whispers into Mark's ear."

"Don't act like you don't want me, Mark. I know you do."

"Ezra chuckles, clearly amused by Mark's defiance."

"Arrogant cretin, huh? That's a new one. But you know what they say, Mark. There's a thin line between hate and desire."

"He leans even closer, their bodies almost touching."

"And I can see desire in your eyes. Don't pretend you're not interested, Mark. I know you want me."

"Ezra tilts his head slightly, a look of mock surprise on his face."

"Well, I guess it's not for everyone. But I have to say, Mark, you don't know what you're missing out on."

"He steps back, giving Mark a playful smirk."

"Maybe someday you'll come around. Until then, I'll just have to find someone else to play with."

"Ezra just laughs, clearly not bothered by Mark's hatred."

"Hate me all you want, Mark. It won't change the fact that you secretly desire me."

"He winks at Mark before turning his attention to something else."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to. Try not to let your jealousy get the best of you."

"Ezra raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes."

"A date, huh? Well, well, well. I had no idea you had it in you, Mark. Who's the lucky guy?"

"He leans in closer, curiosity clearly evident in his voice."

"Come on, spill the details. I want to hear all about it."

"Ezra watches Mark leave, a small smile still on his lips."

"Suit yourself, Mark. But you know where to find me if you ever change your mind."

"He turns his attention back to his own affairs, content in the knowledge that he can always find someone else to play with."

"Ezra notices Mark avoiding him the next day in class, a hint of annoyance flickering across his face. He decides to confront him about it after class."

"Hey, Mark. Can we talk for a second?"

"He approaches Mark, his voice neutral for once."

"I don't know what your problem is with me, but avoiding me isn't going to solve anything. Why don't you just tell me what's on your mind?"

"Ezra, noticing that Mark is ignoring him, decides to take a different approach. He walks closer to Mark, a small smile on his lips."

"C'mon, Mark. Don't be like that. You beat me on the test fair and square. I was impressed, you know?"

"He leans in, lowering his voice slightly."

"And I'll be honest with you. I've been thinking about what you said the other day. Maybe I was being a bit...arrogant. So how about we start fresh? Put all this behind us and move on."

"Ezra's smile fades, replaced with a look of annoyance at Mark's remark."

"Hey, watch it. You may have beaten me on the test, but that doesn't give you free reign to be disrespectful to me."

"He steps closer to Mark, his voice low and dangerous."

"And as for my 'whores', as you so eloquently put it, that's none of your business. So I suggest you keep your comments to yourself."

"Ezra turns around, walking away from Mark without another word."

"Ezra stops in his tracks, turning to face Mark with an unamused expression."

"Oh, so it's my arrogance that's bothering you? Well, that's rich coming from you, Mark. You've always been the one to cause trouble and make jokes at other people's expense. And yet here you are trying to call me out for being arrogant? Give me a break."

"He takes a step closer, his tone sharp as he continues."

"You may have beaten me on the test, but don't think that gives you the right to act superior. We're still classmates, and I won't tolerate your disrespect. Got it?"

"Ezra narrows his eyes, a hint of irritation in his voice."

"You know, Mark, you're really starting to get on my nerves. I don't understand why you're so angry all the time. It's not like I'm the only one who's ever beaten you on a test before."

"He takes a step closer to Mark, his voice low and menacing."

"But you know what? I don't even care about the stupid test anymore. What I do care about is you showing some goddamn respect. Is that too much to ask?"

"Ezra rolls his eyes, waving dismissively at Mark as he turns to leave."

"Whatever you say, Mark. I can't say I'm surprised by your reaction. But I have more important things to worry about than your petty insults."

"He starts to turn around, but then stops, a hint of a smirk on his face."

"Oh, and by the way? You might want to be careful who you're calling 'disgusting'. You never know who might be listening."

"With a smug grin on his face, Ezra turns on his heel and strides away, leaving Mark alone."

"Ezra notices Mark's absence in class the next day, feeling a hint of confusion mixed with annoyance. He decides to ask around to see if anyone knows why Mark is absent."

"Hey, have any of you seen Mark today? He wasn't in class."

"One of his classmates shrugs."

"I don't know, man. I haven't seen him all day either."

"Ezra nods, a frown marring his features as he considers what could have happened. He quickly dismisses the thought, reminding himself not to care too much about someone like Mark."

"Well, if anyone hears anything, let me know. I'm curious to see where he's disappeared off to."

"Ezra's ears perk up as Mark's boyfriend mentions that he stayed at home because he was beaten up. A flicker of concern flashes across his face, but he quickly schools his expression into one of stoicism."

"Beaten up? By whom?"

"He crosses his arms, his tone hardening as he speaks."

"I hope you're not implying that it was me."

"Ezra's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the mention of his girlfriend."

"My girlfriend? Are you sure?"

"He shakes his head, his voice taking on a note of disbelief."

"That doesn't make any sense. Why would she attack Mark?"

"He pauses, considering the situation before speaking again."

"Look, I'm sorry to hear that Mark got hurt. But I had nothing to do with it. You should know that."

"Ezra's expression softens as he listens to Mark's boyfriend. He nods slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation."

"I understand. Getting beaten up is a pretty traumatic experience. But I don't want him to feel like he can't come back to school because of this."

"He pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing."

"Perhaps I can talk to him and see if there's anything I can do to help. Do you think he'd be open to that?"

"Ezra nods, understanding the situation."

"I'll try to talk to him and see if I can get through to him. Thanks for letting me know what happened."

"As Mark's boyfriend leaves, Ezra takes a deep breath and decides to make his way to Mark's house. He knows that it won't be easy, but he's determined to do whatever he can to help his classmate."

"Arriving at Mark's place, Ezra sees the front door is slightly open. He hesitantly knocks but there is no answer. He then pushes the door open and enters the house, looking around for sign of Mark."

"Mark? Are you here?"

"Ezra takes a step forward, looking around the house."

"It's me, Ezra. I wanted to talk to you about what happened."

"He listens carefully for a response, but there is none. After a moment, he decides to continue searching for Mark, hoping to find him and talk things through."

"Mark? Where are you?"

"Ezra follows the sound of Mark's voice and enters the kitchen. He sees Mark sitting at the table, nursing a beer, and he immediately notices the bruises on his face."

"Jesus, Mark. What happened to you?"

"He takes a step closer, concern etched on his face."

"Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

"He waits for a response, hoping that Mark will be willing to talk to him."

"Ezra narrows his eyes, studying Mark for a moment. He can see that something is clearly bothering him, despite his attempt at brushing off the situation."

"I don't believe you." "He says flatly, stepping closer." "I know you're hurting, Mark. And you may not want to talk about it, but I'm here if you need someone to listen."

"He reaches out cautiously and places a hand on Mark's shoulder." "Whatever happened, you don't deserve to be treated like this. And I want to help if I can."

"Ezra waits patiently for Mark to respond, hoping that he's made some headway in getting through to him."

"Ezra recoils, his hand dropping from Mark's shoulder as though burned."

"What?!" "He exclaims, clearly outraged." "That's ridiculous. She had no right to hurt you because of me."

"He shakes his head, his expression hardening." "I'm going to have a serious talk with her about this. That kind of behavior is completely unacceptable."

"After a moment of seething anger, Ezra softens, looking back at Mark with genuine sympathy."

"Look, I know things are tough right now, but you don't have to go through this alone. You can talk to me about anything. And if you need it, I can try to protect you from any further harm that may come your way."

"He pauses, studying Mark's face for a moment before continuing."

"But I'm not going to force you

"Sure, what's on your mind?" "Ezra replies, his expression attentive as he listens to Mark."

"Ezra maintains his composure, taking a few moments to consider the question."

"The truth is, Mark, I find you attractive. I was flirting with you because I was interested in you."

"He looks directly into Mark's eyes, hoping that he's being sincere enough for him to believe him."

"I'm sorry if that makes things difficult for you. But I can't control my attraction to you any more than you can control yours."

"He pauses, considering the implications of what he just said before continuing."

"That being said, I have no intention of forcing myself on you or making you uncomfortable in any way. If you're not interested, I'll respect that. I value your friendship and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that."

"Ezra's expression softens, and he leans in a little closer to Mark."

"Mark, you may not be the smartest, but you have a warm heart and an infectious personality. And that is what makes you special."

He takes a moment to study Mark's face before continuing.

"I've known you for years now, and I've seen your good qualities. You're caring and considerate to others. When you make a mistake, you take responsibility for it. These are things that are important to me."

"He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving Mark's." "I understand if you don't feel the same way, and that's okay. But I wanted you to know why I find you attractive."

"Ezra nods, a small smile creeping onto his face, and steps forward to embrace Mark."

"Of course," "He murmurs softly, wrapping his arms around him in a warm, comforting hug." "I'm here for you, Mark. Always."

"He holds the embrace for a few moments before stepping back, looking at Mark with a soft expression."

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"Ezra raises an eyebrow at the question, his mind immediately going to the realm of sexual activities."

"Well," "he begins, a mischievous glint in his eye." "There are many things I could do to you, Mark."

"He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper." "I could kiss you, for one. Run my hands over your body, explore every inch of you."

"He pauses, studying Mark's reaction before continuing," "But only if you're comfortable with it. I don't want to make you do anything you're not ready for, or that would make you uncomfortable."

"Ezra notices Mark's reaction and smirks a little. Leaning in closer so that they were almost touching, he murmurs," "You seem to be enjoying this, Mark."

"He reaches out and gently brushes a hand over Mark's cheek, his eyes never leaving his." "Do you want me to do those things to you? I need to know that you're sure about this before we continue."

"His voice is soft and understanding, but there's a subtle edge to it that conveys his own desire."

"Ezra can see the bulge on Mark's pants and knows that he is definitely aroused by their conversation. He chuckles to himself, pleased with the effect he is having on Mark. He leans in closer, his lips just inches from Mark's."

"Then let me kiss you," "he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. Without waiting for a response, he closes the distance between them and captures Mark's lips in a heated kiss."

"His hands move to Mark's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. He can feel Mark's arousal against his own, and it only serves to fuel his own desire."

"After a few moments, he pulls back, his lips hovering just inches from Mark's." "Tell me what you want, Mark," "he murmurs." "What do you want me to do

"That's okay, Mark," "Ezra murmurs, his voice low and gentle." "We can take this at your pace. I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for."

"He reaches out to take Mark's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze." "How about we just take things slow for now?"

"He looks up at him with a soft expression." "We can just continue talking, get to know each other better. And if you feel comfortable, we can explore more later."

"He pauses, considering Mark for a moment before continuing," "But please remember, if you ever feel that you want me to stop, just say the word. I will never do anything that would make you uncomfortable or that you're not ready for."

"Ezra smirks, noticing Mark's urgent tone and his continued arousal." "If you want me to help you with that, I can definitely do that," "he says, his voice low and sultry."

"He takes Mark's hand and leads him over to the couch, sitting down beside him and pulling him close." "Let's start by getting you more comfortable," "he murmurs, his hands moving to unzip Mark's trousers, revealing his stiff member."

"He runs a hand over it, feeling it twitch beneath his touch, before leaning in and taking it into his mouth."

"He works him with his tongue and lips, sucking hard at the tip of Mark's penis."

*As the pleasure builds, he increases the pace of his movements, taking Mark to the edge before pulling back slightly so that he can catch

"Ezra grins, pleased with the effect he's having on Mark. He takes him back into his mouth, setting a steady pace that he knows will quickly take him to the edge."

"As he works him over, he reaches up with his free hand and begins to fondle Mark's balls, massaging them gently as he continues to suck on the head of his member."

"With expert ease, he brings Mark to the brink of ecstasy quickly, before pulling back at the last second to deny him release."

"He pulls back entirely, looking up at Mark with a sultry smile." "So, Mark, what do you think? Are you ready for more?"

"Ezra stands up, taking Mark's hand and pulling him up beside him." "Follow me," "he says, a sultry grin on his face."

He leads Mark to his bedroom, a large room with a king-sized bed and various pieces of modern furniture scattered around the walls.

Then, he turns to look at Mark, his eyes dark with desire. "Strip for me," "he commands softly." "I want to see all of you."

As Mark begins to undress, Ezra sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over his naked form hungrily. When he's fully naked, he gestures for Mark to join him, taking him into his arms and pressing close.

"Ezra wraps his arms around Mark, pulling him in close and running his hands over his naked body. He presses his lips to Mark's neck, trailing soft kisses down the sensitive skin and nibbling lightly at the flesh."

He rubs his hands over Mark's back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under his touch. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "I want to make you feel good, Mark. Tell me what you like."

Ezra runs his hands down to Mark's butt, grabbing it tightly in his hands and giving it a squeeze. His mouth continues to explore Mark's neck, his kisses becoming more passionate and intense as he starts to feel his own desire building.