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Demetri was sitting at his desk borderline, falling asleep, as a movie the sub put on rang in his ears. He was brought back from his half-asleep state by the sub, clapping his hands in front of his face.
"What the fuck?" he groaned. "Watch your language." Demetri looked up as the sub walked back to his desk. Now Demetri, as bored as ever and fully awake, had nothing to do. He looked around. His eyes caught Eli, head tilted back, staring at the celling.
Fuck, he looks good. Demetri always knew he had feelings for Eli, but ever since Eli became "Hawk,” Demetri was unable to take his eyes off the red-haired boy. No matter how much of a jerk he could be.
Demetri sat there, eyes fixed on Hawk’s jaw and neck. So sharp and perfect. Like he was sculpted by God himself. Demetri had never been one to obsess over looks, but Hawk changed that.
Hawk’s Adams apple bobbed up and down. What was he swallowing? air? Demetri thought. Anyway, it was hot. It took no time for Demetri to feel a familiar tingle in his lower stomach. Seriously now. Demetri leaned back in his chair trying to cool down.
Hawk’s neck started to hurt from the odd position he'd been sitting in. So he stretched. He turned his head, his eyes landing on Demetri. His shirt was riding up his stomach, showing off his v-line. Since when was Demetri toned? He arched his back in what looked like a stretch. Hawk's eyes wandered down Demetris body. Was his dick always that big, or was he hard? He stared for what was definitely too long. Demetri could feel the stare burning into his lower stomach, so he looked in the direction of the glare. Of course it was him; Hawk was basically eye-fucking Demetri. He was so red, his skin practically matching his hair. It almost made Demetri laugh. Did he really have this effect, Hawk?
Hawk realised what he was doing and looked straight down at his lap, watching his sweatpants slowly create a tent around his hardening cock. What's wrong with that pussy? He's supposed to be a nerd. Nerds aren't hot. He thought.
Hawk snapped his neck in the pussy nerd's direction. Did he just moan? No, it couldn’t be; it must’ve been a yawn. The movie the sub chose was putting the whole class to sleep.
Demetri realised quickly what he could do. So what did he do? Tease Hawk, of course. So once again, he leaned back in his chair. This time he let out a little sound, somewhere between a tired groan and a moan. No one else would notice, and if they did, they'd just attribute it to the fact that he was stretching. Not Hawk, though.
Hawk's breath hitched in the back of his throat. That was most definitely not a yawn. Nerds aren't hot; nerds aren't hot; nerds aren't hot. Obviously, he was lying to himself because his dick was now uncomfortably hard. He shot his hand into the air to grab the sub's attention.
"Eli, what can I do for you?” the sub said.
"Demetri just messaged me, saying he had an accident. I have an extra pair of gym shorts in my locker. Can we go grab them?" Demetri looked at Hawk, absolutely dumbfounded. Why the fuck would he say that?
"Go ahead," the sub said. Hawk’s question didn’t even register; the movie he chose now also putting him to sleep.
Hawk stood up and walked straight out of the classroom, making a B line for the men's washroom down the hall. Once he was in the washroom, he turned around to see Demetri.
"What the fuck was that?" Demetri said.
"You know what you did."
"No, quite frankly, I do not." Demetri grabbed the neck of Eli's shirt and pulled him into the assessable stall.
"Eli, I swear to God if you ever embarrass me like that again... it's bad enough you've broken my arm."
"Then don't tease me, you fucking nerd. Also, the name's Hawk."Demetri huffed a sort of laugh. Eli will always be Eli to him, no matter how hard he tries to hold up his tough guy alter ego.
Demetri was done with waiting, so he slammed Hawk into the door. The sound was so loud it could most likely be heard in the hall, but they couldn't care less.
Demetri used his free hand to lock the door. It’s the least he could do to not get them caught. Hawks' breath sped up, his eyes wandering between Demetris lips and eyes. Hawk moved forward, connecting their lips. Demetri bent down and kissed back almost instantly. The kiss was all lust, no love (at least for right now). It was obvious both boys wanted more.
"Can I touch you?" Demetri whispered against Hawk's ear. "Please," Hawk whimpered. Demetri kissed Hawk's neck, starting right under his ear. He sucked and nibbled, looking for Hawk's sweet spot. Hawk let out a soft moan, letting Demetri know he had found it. It was right under his jaw, which he noted for later use. God, he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he'd get to have Hawk like this. He sucked and bit. (so much so that one may think Demetri was a vampire.) He wasn't thirsty for blood, though he wanted to leave a mark, like Hawk had done many times, whether it be in the form of a broken arm or a simple black eye. He wanted to leave a mark, so when people asked Hawk about it in the following days, he'd have to awkwardly lie his way out of explaining. Demetri finally had the power over Hawk that he craved.
"On your knees." Hawk fell to his knees, in no mood to protest. The tile floor was hard on his knees; it hurt, but he didn't mind. Demetri started undressing from the waist down. Left in just his boxers. Hawk had the perfect view of his bulge. He couldn’t wait any longer; he needed Demetri like yesterday. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Demetris boxers and slowly pulled them down. Demetri's dick sprung up with a slap against his stomach. Hawk swallowed. Since when we're nerds allowed to have big dicks... Hawk thumbed at a bead of pre cum spreading it over Demetri’s head. With a low breath and a mumbled “fuck” from the taller boy, Hawk spat into the palm of his hand. Taking Demetri into his fist. He started slow and then sped up. Using his thumb to rub his slit and spread pre-cum over the head of Demetri’s leaking cock, Demetri let out a moan, which caused him to slap his hand over his mouth.
"Bro, we're still in a public bathroom!" Hawk whisper shouted.
"Just suck my dick alrea-" Before he could finish his sentence, Hawk took all of him down his throat, causing him to choke. Which was much louder than Demetri's moan. Demetri couldn't find the words to tell him to shut up, though; it was just too hot. Hawk continued his assault on Demetri’s dick. He swallowed around him, causing him to moan once again. Hawk, desperate, started to palm himself through his sweatpants. His dick was needy and leaking, causing a small wet patch to appear on the front of his pants.
Slowly, without stopping what he was doing to Demetri, Hawk slid his hands into his boxers to give his dick some much-needed attention. He pulled his waistband down just enough so his cock could spring out. He pulled off of Demetri to take a quick breath.
"Don't you dare stop you, slut." Demetri hesitated before calling Hawk such a rude name, but all of his hesitation melted away when he remembered the reason for his broken arm.
Demetri, relishing in this new power dynamic, grabbed the hair on the nape of Hawk's neck. Hawk understood and opened his mouth. Demetri quickly pulled his head forward, slamming his dick down Hawks throat. Demetri's stubbley hair tickled Hawk’s lips until Demetri pulled his head back and once again thrust his dick into the back of Hawk’s throat.
Hawk was getting close. The thought of being called a slut turned him on more than he thought was considered healthy. Demetri's thrusts started to become sloppy and fast. Losing all rhythm.
"Fuck Hawk, such a dirty mouth gonna cum down your dirty throat."
Hawk moaned around Demetri's dick, pushing him over the edge. Ropes of cum landing on Hawk’s tongue and a little landing on his shirt. Fuck, Demetri, tasted so good. If Hawk was remembering right, he could swear he saw Demetri drinking from a jug of pineapple juice after gym the other day.
"Baby, you're such a filthy slut for me."
Hawk came at the act of being degraded, shooting his load all over his shirt and hand.
Demetri put a hand out to help Hawk off the floor. When Hawk was standing again, the boys pulled up their pants and connected their lips. The taller boy could taste himself on Hawk’s tongue. Hm, guess that pineapple juice worked after all, Demetri thought. Demetri pulled away from the kiss.
"Who knew the mighty "Hawk" was into being degraded?" He exclaimed. Hawk’s face went bright red once again.
"Well, who knew a pussy like you was into throat fucking?" He shot back. Demetri giggled and turned to open the door.
"Let's get you as cleaned up as we can. Looks like you might be the one who needs thoughs extra gym shorts after all," Demetri said. Hawk smiled. Softly punching Demetri’s back. If Hawk hadn’t just been given the best orgasm of his life, that punch would’ve been much harder. Demetri walked out of the stall ahead of Hawk. Suddenly, the taller boy stopped in his tracks.
"How long have you been in here?" he said, the panic evident in his voice.
"Not long," Miguel said. "Why?"
"Oh... Hey Miguel," Hawk said, peaking over Demetri’s shoulder. Miguel burst out laughing. Everyone who knew Hawk and Demetri, knew that something had to be going on between the two of them.
"Hawk, what is on your shirt..." Miguel added.
"Fuck off, Miguel." Hawk said as he stormed out of the bathroom, not even bothering to clean his shirt.
"You guys are nasty!" Miguel said before walking out and leaving Demetri in the bathroom. Demetri fixed his hair and made sure he didn't look like he just got the best blowjob of his life before walking back to class. Once he arrived in class, the teacher gave him a weird look. (Probably due to the lack of gym shorts Hawk said he was getting for him to change into.) He didn't care one bit, though. He took his seat and looked over at Hawk, who looked absolutely mortified.