Rivalling Lust
Chapter One: "My Minkus"

Formally known as Battle for Farkle when originally posted.
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Lucas couldn't hold the anger back as his fist slammed against a locker.

The force left a small dent in the metal, almost hot with rage.

Someone was stepping into his territory and having the back of his best friend by nominating him for 'Dictator of the Class'. While he didn't really think that Farkle would actually win dictator, he was definitely interested in seeing what the boy could do with his power. Even if he didn't believe that Farkle could actually win, he should have been the one that nominated him. All because of one fact.

'Farkle Minkus is mine.'

A fact that Brandon had to get into his brain before they had further issues.

Lucas already wanted to show the so-called rebel why he had been kicked out of his previous school and had moved from Texas to New York. His frustration with the other boy already had him glaring constantly at the other boy and muttering sarcastically every time the boy said something. When he realised that he had gym with the boy, Lucas smirked as he thought about the damage he could do to that rebel in class. A thought that had his mood picking up, until he was grinning as he walked towards the class and into the boy's locker room. Grinning and saying hello to the gym teacher on the way.

"Huh? What got you smiling?" Farkle wondered.

"No reason just thought of something funny," Lucas replied.

Lucas sighed in relief as looked around the change room and saw that the rebel wasn't there yet. With the teen walking over to his locker, followed by Farkle who had swapped lockers in order to be next to the other boy. As the pair began to get change, Lucas found his thoughts turning back to his best friend and his claim over the boy, with the teen having to shake his head in order to try and get his thought process off of Farkle. When he did, Lucas noticed that Farkle was almost itching to tell him something.

"What's up dude?"

"You are never going to guess what's up dude!" Farkle exclaimed.

"Maya and Riley kissed you? Yeah, I don't believe it..." The Texan cracked a sly grin, having heard that lie before.

Farkled rolled his eyes. "No, I wish… B-but people are actually BOWING down to me as their benevolent dictator!"

While there was a slight pain that it did have something to do with the rebel, Lucas couldn't help but be happy if not a little amused at Farkle's excitement. Unaware of Lucas's awkwardness, Farkle continued to ramble on about what he was planning to do as the class dictator and how many people had joined his 'Farkle Nation'. Meanwhile, Lucas found himself staring at and taking in all of the small cute details of his best friend. He wasn't ignoring his friend's rambling but the teen was definitely looking a lot more appealing than the muscular boy had realized. Trying to ignore this kind of thoughts, Lucas turned away from Farkle and began to remove his shirt. Farkle found his rambling drying out as Lucas's chest was revealed, which caused said boy to gulp slightly.

"Wow..."

Farkle felt his mouth getting a little dry as he stared at his best friend's chest. The teen shocked at how defined Lucas actually was in comparison to his own undefined one. He found himself looking around the locker room in order to get a few more comparisons to see where both he and Lucas fitted. He noticed that no one else that he could see shirtless at the moment could compare with Lucas while he wasn't the worst chest in the room. Meanwhile, Lucas hadn't noticed the attention that he was getting from his best friend yet but was getting a little bored of listening to the small talk happening around the room from the other boys.

"So Farkle," Lucas began. With the muscular teen turning his head slightly while changing in order to look over at Farkle. "Are you ready for gym-class?"

Instead of getting his usual sigh from his best friend, Farkle responded only with a slight stutter. The reason for the genius boy's stutter was due to his continued attention on Lucas's muscular chest, with the scrawny teen shocked at how defined the boy actually was.

Lucas's eyes widened slightly when he noticed that Farkle was almost staring at his chest and he found himself loving that he was getting the attention of his best friend. In order to keep the attention, Lucas fingered the waistband of his pants before pulling them down to leave himself in his bulging boxer briefs.

As he literally found himself staring at the bulge in his best friend's boxer briefs, Farkle found himself wanting to release a slight meep. While he had never really been embarrassed by the size of his member before, he had never noticed how big Lucas's bulge truly was and was beginning to feel a little self-conscious. Lucas had finished getting dressed as he stared at his best friend, waiting for the response while unaware of the other boy's thoughts on his bulge.

"Uh, Farkle? Are you awake there, buddy?" Lucas questioned. With the muscular teen waving his hand in front of his best friend's face.

Farkle pulled out of his shock and stuttered. "H-huh?"

"I uh... asked if you were ready for gym-class..."

"Oh. I'm never ready, you know that." Farkle grinned.

Lucas nodded in amusement, while his best friend was a genius who loved pretty much everything about school, he and physical education just doesn't work. Since there was absolutely nothing inside of Farkle's body that screamed athletically and the boy was getting a slightly understandable fear of things being thrown at him because of it. Though Farkle could admit that he was beginning to get a little better at it since Lucas had thrown a baseball at his arm in order to get him over the fear.

The scrawny teen sighed as he was led out of the locker room by his best friend and into the gym. Lucas's arm stayed around the nervous boy until he saw the boy who had been on his mind all morning, shooting hoops with his friends. With Lucas watching on with a slight glare as Brandon showed off to his friends. When he noticed Lucas watching him, Brandon rolled his eyes slightly at the glare on the teen's face. He had only nominated the dork and now Lucas was taking it like it was a personal insult. Lucas continued to watch for a few moments before heading over to where Farkle was talking to the girls. With the teen getting distracted for a little while as their physical education class began until he noticed Brandon showing off once more. His shirt occasionally riding off and revealing some of his muscular body, with Lucas glaring slightly when he noticed that the teen had a defined body as well.

'God he is a fucking prick…'

Class went on as usual, with Brendon smirking as he noticed the two pairs of eyes constantly glancing at him. But who was he to talk, he was getting an eye full of both the cute boys when they looked.

"Okay, that's it for the day. Everyone hit the showers!"

Farkle sighed in relief when he heard the coach's order and dropped the ball. Lucas chuckled slightly at his best friend's reaction before heading into the boy's locker room. Hoping to get out of there and not deal with having to spend even more time with the rebel, Brandon. Farkle watched him in confusion since normally Lucas would wait until he was ready to enter the locker room and they would go in together. Meanwhile, inside of the locker room, Lucas had ignored the fact that Brandon had entered the room and was trying to ignore everything else until Farkle's arrival. As he walked into the boy's locker room, a grinning Farkle took an over the top bow to celebrate actually shooting a hoop. Standing up, he beamed at both Lucas and Brandon as he exclaimed.

"Hello, Gentlemen!"

"Farkle! You did great today buddy!" Lucas said with a grin, as his best friend walked over to him.

"Thanks!" Farkle responded as he started to undo his locker before pulling off his gym shirt and revealing his slightly undefined chest. Lucas found himself licking his lips at the sight of Farkle's chest, which only continued as he watched his friend stripping down. He was extremely grateful that he had managed to convince Farkle to shower at school rather than going home since it had given him enough memories to have a load of enjoyable wanking sessions.

Once Farkle had stripped down completely, the genius boy slowly made his way into the showers to the sound of a wolf whistle being released by the rebel Brandon.

"What the fuck do you think that you are doing?" Lucas asked with a growl, once his best friend had finally disappeared into the shower with the Texan hating the fact Brandon had gotten Farkle to blush.

"I was enjoying the view…" Brandon responded with a smirk, with the rebel feeling his cock twitch a little as he grinned at the mental image of Farkle walking into the shower room completely naked with his good sized cock swinging between his legs.

"Well, that view isn't for you!" Lucas responded with his growl continuing as he removed his shirt, in order to flex his muscles as a sense of warning.

Brandon rolled his eyes when he saw the Texan's flex and removed his own shirt in order to show off his own decently defined chest. Lucas found himself glaring at the other boy once again when he noticed that other boy looked good without a shirt on with the Texan wondering if he could actually lose Farkle to the boy.

"What the fuck man! What the hell is your issue with me?" Brandon finally bit, with the teen getting a sick of the constant glares and attitude that he was getting from the Texan boy. He had thought that he was doing something good for the somewhat attractive looking genius, yet it had become this entire thing. He had started to regret the decision to give the boy some confidence by nominating him, after the shit he was getting from said boy's best friend.

"You know full, well what my issue with you is…" Lucas growled in response, with his glare intensifying.

He wasn't entirely sure why he was making such a big deal over this but he just couldn't stop himself from glaring and growling at the other boy. All he knew was that since he had moved to New York, his thoughts had been going back and forth between his best friend Farkle, his princess Riley and his blonde beauty Maya. He really doubted that he was actually gay since Farkle was only one of three boys that he had ever fantasized about, the rest of the time, he wanked to the thought of the girls. Through the knowledge of Farkle being in the next room and soaping up his naked body was definitely bring his thoughts back to his best friend. Lucas was pulled out of his thoughts however when Brandon responded to his growl.

"Seriously, all I did was have your friend's back?" Brandon said with the boy rolling his eyes when he got another glare from the Texan "I would have thought that you would be happy that he got what he wanted…"

"I am happy!" Lucas protested while he was actually happy that Farkle was getting to run for dictator, the teen wanted to be the one who helped Farkle to get that "But, I have his back!"

"Well, I guess that this time, you didn't have it…" Brandon replied, knowing that it was getting to the other teen. Knowing that he needed to break Lucas's confidence a little to show Farkle that he was the better choice, Brandon added: "Anyway, look at your choice of friends… you didn't have Farkle's back when your old best friend Billy Ross was bullying him…"

"It was because he was jealous of Farkle!" Lucas growled.

"I'm sure it was, but does that make what he did to Farkle any better?" Brandon asked "and anyway… it wasn't really because of Farkle, was it Ranger Rick? It was because you played him until you no longer wanted him, how long until you do that to Farkle?"

"I wouldn't do that to Farkle!" Lucas protested, with Brandon knowing that he had hit a nerve.

Brandon didn't really want to upset the other boy, but Lucas needed to know that Farkle was his and his alone. Lucas, in the end, could go back to chasing after that weird Riley girl, Farkle should go to someone who deserved him and his sexy ass plus would give the genius boy the attention he deserved. He wasn't really gay but there was something about Farkle that attracted him in a way that he hadn't been before. For everyone else, it was just a bit of fun with the teenager willing to have a bit of fun with anyone, it didn't matter if they were fucking an ass or a pussy. Even a cock swinging between the boy's legs wasn't really a negative for him. His eye had been on Farkle for a little while since he was one of the hottest of the unobtainable boys. As he had done his research into the other boy, however, he had started to get attracted to the mannerisms that made Farkle and it made him want the boy as his own.

"Or so you think, but we both know that Farkle will be mine…" Brandon responded with a smirk, knowing he was pushing Lucas's buttons. This was proven right when Lucas grabbed onto him and slammed him against the lockers, with Brandon stopping himself from groaning at the pain of being slammed against them. When he didn't hear a painful groan from the other boy, Lucas growled but when he saw Farkle's face, he released Brandon and stepped back with a sigh.

"You will leave HIM alone! Or else…" Lucas growled.

"… or else what?" Brandon growled in response, wondering why this boy had been dubbed a moral compass.

"Just leave him alone…" Lucas bit, with the teen finding himself wanting to physically harm someone for the second time in his life unlike in Texas, however, he wanted to beat Brandon to a bloody pulp so the boy would know exactly who Farkle belonged to. While he had threatened to physically hit Billy when he attempted to bully his best friend, in this case, he could smell his desire for blood something he hadn't since he had protected Zay. He wanted Brandon to be completely gone not just defeated.

"Why the fuck should I?" Brandon growled in response as his own glare intensified, wondering if he was about to fight with the man who had pushed him again the lockers. He knew that it was wrong, but he decided to push by moving closer to Farkle and continuing "Why would Farkle want to be with a freak like you anyway? You would get pissed at him the minute he disobeyed you and would beat him a bloody pulp like you want to do with me…"

"B-because! HE IS MINE! And I wouldn't hurt Farkle… Lucas growled out, with Brandon rolling his eyes a little when Lucas added: "EVER!"

"Oh really? How would you stop yourself, you know that you're a beast and couldn't control yourself and anyway, I know your little secret… seriously look at you, there is NO way that you are the same age as the rest of us…" Brandon replied with a smirk, which caused Lucas to stop in his track and stare at the fact that rebel knew his secret.

"I wouldn't do ANYTHING to hurt Farkle…" Lucas bit once he had recovered.

"Oh really, then why haven't you told him about the REAL you…" Brandon asked with a smirk, with the boy noticing that the Texan was taking numerous glances over at the entrance to the shower room to make sure that the genius boy wouldn't return.

This hadn't been the way that he had been expecting to win over the shockingly good-looking nerd but he wasn't going to drop out of the race and allow Lucas to be the first one to slide into one of Farkle's holes first. Unaware of his rival's thoughts, Lucas was wondering how the class rebel had learned his secret since he had been keeping it one since he had been expelled from his former school while protecting Zay. That teen was lucky enough that he was only made to redo the year instead of being sent to jail for what he had done. Though he had to admit that moving to New York was the best thing to happen to him since he had met his best friend Farkle.

"Shut the fuck up, Brandon!" Lucas growled out, with the Texan internally smacking himself from how childish that it sounded at the moment "Anyway, It's not like you can talk…"

"Oh, I don't have to talk… since I can just go in there and make MY Farkle moan my name…" Brandon responded with a smirk.

"Leave him alone…"

"Why would I do that? When I can hear it now… 'OH BRANDON! FUCK ME!' can't you?" Brandon responded with a smirk, with the Texan's eyes widening a little as he watched the rebel boy finger the waistband of his gym shorts before pulling them down to reveal his boxer briefs which only enhances his bulge.

When he rimmed the waistband, Lucas' eyes widened slightly.

The boy rolled his eyes at the attempted show of masculinity from the 'moral compass', with Lucas releasing a growl when he realized that it hadn't worked. The teen beginning to think that was nearly more embarrassing than the time he had attempted to show off against Riley's uncle Josh. This show had died when Josh had removed his own shirt and had made the Texan look like a shrimp in comparison with Lucas unafraid to admit that said uncle had been in his spank bank ever since then. Since he hadn't been able to impress with his muscles, the boy reached down and fingered the waistband of his almost painted-on boxer briefs.

"Oh, so you want to play like that do you?" Brandon smirked, with the boy reaching down in order to finger the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

"I-I have no idea what you meant…" Lucas replied with a smirk, with the teen lowering his boxer briefs to reveal his thick cock to the class rebel.

"I'm sure you don't…" Brandon responded, despite being slightly impressed by the sight of the Texan's thick cock.

The teen gave Lucas another smirk as he removed his own boxer briefs to reveal his own cock, with Lucas slightly nervous about the sight of his rival's cock. Now that he was completely naked and there was nothing stopping him, Brandon gave Lucas a grin before turning around and walking towards the shower.

"Since I'm ready… I may as well go and get MY Farkle…"