Bound

Chapter 6

I lean against the doorway, watching Brian walk down the hallway. Once he gets near me, I grab his tie and pull him into the empty restroom. I slam the door shut and lock it. I need him now. His eyes widen in shock and surprise and I silence his protests with my lips. Soon we're devouring each other, mouths latched together, hands searching and exploring acres of cruelly clothed skin. I maneuver us backwards until we're wedged into a dirty, dingy bathroom stall.

It's coarse, raw, wrong, but so fucking hot.

"I can't stop thinking about your cock. I need you so bad," I pant into his mouth. I know he loves swallowing my words.

"Tell me what you want Justin," he breathes back.

Told you.

"I want you to pull down my pants and rim the shit out of me, right here in this high school bathroom. I want you to open me up with your tongue and then fuck me so hard the windows rattle. Do it."

He wastes no time in complying with my command.

His tongue feels like heaven. His ministrations make me claw at the reflective metal, trying to find anything to hold onto. I finally grab the top of the stall and I pant and moan as he rims me.

Then it stops. I hear a condom wrapper and then I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. I push back as he pushes forward and he fully enters me in one…swift…movement.

"Oh Justin. Justin…"

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"Justin Taylor!" I snap out of my daydream and look at up Mrs. Quay.

"Huh?" I ask. I'm mad she interrupted my daydream. That was awesome imaginary sex. And she killed it. Bitch.

"You weren't in class on Friday."

I was handcuffed to a fucking locker. Sorry I didn't come skipping to math class.

"Sorry. Personal problem."

I really had almost forgotten Brian was in this class until he walked through the door, looking oh so beautiful. His eyes skimmed the room. He looks so above everyone, so much more mature, so much more handsome, so much more everything that I can barely stand it.

His eyes land on me with a thud and I smile shyly.

There are moments where I feel as if we have been together forever. I feel like I know him inside and out. I know all his secrets, desires, and fears. We're comfortable with each other. We're content.

But then there are times like these, when I remember how fresh and new our relationship is, when one look from him turns me into jelly. I wonder how to act, how to speak, I wonder how my hair looks or how my clothes are hanging on my body. I gulp and I'm afraid, excited, happy, nervous.

I'm bouncy, I'm jittery, I have butterflies.

Then he sits down next to me and I am…calm.

"And you are?" Quay asks, skimming her roll sheet. Brian looks up and her and leans back in his seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He looks bored, uninterested. He raises an eyebrow. I watch him.

"Brian Kinney."

"Ah. Yes. Here you are. Would you like that to be your permanent seat for the rest of the year?" His eyes slide over to me and back again so quick I barely notice.

"I suppose it'll do." Then he sighs, like being my math partner all year would be such a chore. I resist the urge to swat him. Instead I stare at him like the starry eyed twink that I am.

I am so glad I'm so anti-social that I sit in the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Taylor!"

I need to cut it out with the fucking daydreams.

"Yes, Ms. Quay?" You bitch.

"Introduce yourself to Brian. Get to know each other a little. And do all the odd problems in Chapter 17." She sits behind her desk and immediately busies herself with computer work. Everyone begins arranging their desks into pairs. Brian and I turn ours into the corner, backs to the class. We sit down and Brian looks over at me.

"Well, I'm Brian. I'm a Gemini. I enjoy moonlit strolls and hot, hard fucking on heavily populated beaches." He smirks at me and I stare at his bottom lip. He looks around, making sure we are well out of earshot. He leans a little closer to me, eyes on the textbook opened in front of us. "You were horny when I walked in."

"And how would you know that?" I ask, pretending to think about a problem.

"Your eyes." I look over at him, awaiting an explanation. "They're different when you're turned on.

"They're bluer, darker."

"Is that so?" He nods and flips a page in the math book. I know he isn't reading it. I couldn't make it out if I tried. His hand his on me knee and oh god my cock is hard.

"I want to kiss you." I know the feeling. I wonder if there will ever be a time, even a second, where I don't want to be kissing him. I highly doubt it. His hand moves higher, fingertips ghosting along my thigh. He glances around the room again. He stares down at the math book and grabs my dick through my slacks. I gasp.

Fuck algebra. I couldn't tell you what two plus two is right now.

"Brian, what are you doing?" I ask in a harsh whisper.

"The odd problems in Chapter 17," he replies matter-of-factly, all the while stroking my dick through my pants. "Hey, if 2x + 3(4x + 7) = 146, what's x?"

He is so not funny.

"Stop it," I tell him, and I really don't want him to.

"I can't stop now. I'm almost done with problem twenty five." I roll my eyes and my body tenses when he unclasps my slacks and starts to pull down my zipper. Every click of the teeth echoes in my ears. Click, click, click.

"Brian, we can't. We'll get caught." He doesn't look over at me, just keeps his eyes on the math book as his hand snakes into my underwear and wraps around my aching dick. He starts to jack me off, slowly, teasingly. I look over at him and see his tongue peek out from between his lips and I bite down on mine.

This is so far beyond wrong that I can't even think of a name for it. But fuck this is hot.

I grip my pencil tight in my right hand, staring down at the blank page of paper in front of me. I want to throw my head back and moan but I can't. I'm biting my lip, stomping on my foot, anything so I won't make a sound. I'm coming to cum soon. I can feel it. Brian presses his thumb against my slit and I bite my lip harder.

I look down at the paper on my desk and I wish I could draw this…this feeling.  I want to capture the moment right before orgasm on paper, frame it, and hang it above my bed.

Instead, He squeezes, I cum, I moan, and he coughs, all in the same second.

For a second, I'm devastated because I didn't get to see the cum spurt from my cock. I'm always fascinated with the way my cum splatters against Brian's skin, pearly white against gold. I watch the drops stain his skin and then I lick them off.

There will be none of that now. My cum is splattered on the underside of the desk.

Ew, that's kind of gross. Oh well.

Brian wipes his palm on my underwear and pulls his hand away.

"Everything alright, Mr. Kinney?" Mrs. Quay asks, looking up from her desk. I blush the darkest crimson while Brian merely smirks.

"Yeah, I just had something stuck in my throat."

I wish.

"Math has never been this fun," Brian says, smirking. I lean over and bump my shoulder against his.

"You just fucking wait until we get home, Mr. Kinney."

I'll get him back. At my house, no one is there to hear him scream.

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