As Mr Reyes' voice droned through the classroom, Connor felt his eyes drift away, and he found himself staring out the window. The pink of the sun gave way to orange as it sunk further and further into the ground... just a half an hour and he'd be free... and it'd be the weekend...
A loud cough broke Connor from his daydreaming, and he subtly turned his head. His boyfriend, Evan, was timidly glaring at him from the desk next to his, head ducked to avoid being called on. Connor gave him a tired smile.
"Hey babe," he whispered, sounding far more awake than he felt. That just seemed to make Evan angrier.
"Con-Connor," he stammered, a light flush crawling over his soft face. Something fluttered in Connor's chest, and for once he didn't push it down.
"Just thirty minutes, babe," Connor muttered, trying to make his voice sound husky, and deep. It just sounded like he had been smoking cigarettes.
"Thirty more minutes, and we can go back to yours."
Evan furrowed his eyebrows, looking adorable in Connor's opinion, and bit his lip. The fluttery feeling grew, like a swarm of butterflies underneath his skin.
"We-we can't go to mine," Evan whispered. The fluttery froze immediately.
"What? Why not?" Connor whisper-yelled. There was a noise, and they both looked up at the teacher. Mr Reyes was just tapping his fingers against the desk especially loudly, and wasn't paying either of them any attention. Both boys turned back.
"My mum needs to work from home, and you know our walls are really thin." Evan told his boyfriend, who went red. Those thin walls had caused them both hours of embarrassment and awkward stories.
"Well we can't go back to mine," Connor pointed out, "my sister's got all her friend's round for jazz practise. We'll be spotted immediately."
Evan sighed, and looked away in frustration. Connor did the same, and his eyes trailed back to the window. They were so close...
Something pressed against his thigh, and he almost yelped, but quickly swallowed the sound. Looking down, careful to avoid the teachers gaze, he saw Evan's hand gently holding the space between Connor's waist and knee. The fluttering came back full force, and Connor felt a strong heat fall over his face.
"Evan..."
"Don't worry, Con," Evan whispered, his voice dropping a few octaves and turning dusky. Connor swallowed thickly, and turned back to the teacher. There was no way Evan would... they were both nineteen but... although he was a kinky son of a... but not in public, surely...
The hand began kneading gently, pressing closer to Connor's crotch, and Evan's fingers trailed small circles against the tight denim. Connor was beginning to regret wearing skinny jeans.
"Ev-Evan,"
"Shhhh," Evan's voice wasn't loud enough to be heard by anyone but them, but it carried through Connor's ears and stuck in his mind. Fuck, that was sexy...
The fingers slid upwards, achingly slowly, up Connor's thigh, and thumbed against the button at the top. Connor's breath hitched, and Evan's hand stopped.
