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.
"If you don't want to..."
"No. I don't know if..."
Connor didn't finish his sentence, and he didn't have to. With almost practised speed, Evan undid the button with one hand, and carefully drew down the zipper. If anyone in the class had heard, they were all too tired to care.
Evan's hand didn't venture any further, instead just playing with the space between the zipper and the button distractedly.
Connor took the time to look around the room. He and Evan were at the back, their chairs almost pressed against the wall. There were thirty other people in the room, including the teacher, and none of them were looking their way. Lucky for him, because on a normal day he'd be the center of attention. With his long hair, skinny jeans and punk-rock aesthetic, he was constantly tormented by his classmates. If it were a perky Monday morning, someone would have noticed his red face, and quick breaths.
Speaking of which, Evan wasn't looking at him. He was staring contently at the teacher, with a normal tired expression you'd expect of a college student on a Friday afternoon. No one could have guessed that his fingers were edging dangerously close to the edge of Connor's zip.
Without warning, he pushed the flap away, and dug his fingers into the space, pressing against the fabric of Connor's boxer shorts. Connor heard a strange noise echo through the walls of the small room, and when every pair of eyes turned, he realised the noise had come from him.
While the other students whispers filled the air, Evan played with his boyfriends shorts, pushing his fingers further into the dark fabric. Slowly, a wetness seeped through the boxers, and slipped around his fingers, greasing them with his boyfriend's slick juices. Evan carefully rubbed his fingers against the fabric, and through them he felt Connor's pussy swell with need.
Connor bit back a moan as the blond next to him pushed against his cunt, desperately trying to keep up the facade of bored student. A girl next to him, Jenna Rolan, raised an eyebrow at his heavy blush, but didn't say anything. Slowly, the others turned away, still peering over their shoulders to whisper about him.
