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"Why are you late again?" Jung Jaehyun asked the startled Lee Taeyong that just entered the classroom, his eyes bloodshot and his appearance looking like he just came from an intense round of - uhh - something.
"Mind your own business, peachy boy." The older responded and didn't even bother to make eye contact with the furious class president, who was also undeniably attractive with his dimples showing.
The younger just rolled his eyes. He's used to it. Sitting beside the campus' fuckboy who was also extremely rude and unnecessary was the worst thing that ever happened to Jaehyun. So much for wishing for a peaceful school year. If Taeyong only acted slightly different, just a pinch of kindness and gentleness, Jaehyun would have grown interest in him. But Lee Taeyong was anything but kind. His tattoos and weird doodles are nothing kind. His perception on why public sex should be normalized is nothing gentle, as well. Jaehyun has expressed his disagreement on most of Taeyong's extremely sexual beliefs, but Taeyong paid him no attention. The latter still believes fucking someone by the lockers or inside the classroom is something to be proud off, and he takes great pride in being able to do those things.
"Hey, peach." He whispered to Jaehyun, who was being attentive to the teacher. "Peach!"
Jaehyun turned to him, an expression of boredom and disinterest on his pretty face.
"I heard Doyoung came here earlier." Taeyong continued.
"Yeah, Lee. He was here asking for his boxers that you took when you fucked him on the rooftop the other day. Must be a sentimental piece of clothing, give it back to that poor guy." Jaehyun flatly answered.
He takes interest in everything except fucking, or anything close to that word.
"No, it's mine. I like keeping boxers."
Jaehyun smirked, "A trophy?"
Taeyong shrugged, "Yeah, something like that."
"Well, okay."
"I'd like yours too." Taeyong whispered faintly, diverting his gaze to the projector screen and to their teacher.
"Hmm."
To say that Taeyong was shocked would be an understatement. Was it because of the sparkling peach punch he downed earlier or is Jaehyun really being so fucking hot beside him? Was that the sound of consent?
"Dream on, Lee."
The older rolled his eyes. He almost took that as a 'yes'. I mean, he wouldn't care if they'd fuck right here, in front of their classmates, in front of Mark Lee's peanut butter sandwich. As he perceives, public sex should be normalized. We shouldn't deny other people the pleasure of watching two people grinding against each other with short breaths. All these thoughts drove Taeyong insane. He was tipsy, alright? The peach punch was strong enough to make him feel weird. Some other peach would taste nice right now, he thought. Before he could process anything, blood rushed down to his dick, and seconds later he had a full-size hard on against his slacks.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath as he scrambled to find something to cover his erection.
Jaehyun was annoyed with all the noise that Taeyong was making, all the papers that the older was scrambling, but he chose to give the older a chance to live by ignoring it for five minutes. Sooner, the annoying Taeyong did not stop his noise so Jaehyun turned to face him, but stopped halfway as he was able to see just wat the fuck is up.
"Oh my God, Lee. What the hell?" He asked, his gaze fixed infront.
Taeyong hissed and shut his eyes tight, "Shut up. Your voice is not helping, peachy boy."
Jaehyun felt really uncomfortable and was about to stand to transfer to another seat, because an aroused Lee Taeyong beside him also made him feel a mixture of emotions. As Jaehyun was about to move, he felt Taeyong's grip on his forearm. It was tight and shivering.
"Stay." The older said in full authority.
"No way, you're disgusting." Jaehyun said, slowly diverting his gaze to the face of the older. His whole body whimpered when he saw the neediness in Taeyong's eyes. It almost looked like he was begging for Jaehyun to just touch his aching erection and relieve him of the pain. His shiny eyes were teary and his jaw was clenched that his jawline was so prominent.
"Fine. I'm staying." Jaehyun answered, feeling sorry for the boy beside him.
"God, help me." Taeyong hissed as he leaned his forehead on the desk and whimpered more. He was releasing these weird noises like he was almost dying or whatever, and Jaehyun simply could not endure hearing it.
"Do you need help?" Jaehyun asked cluelessly, his hand snaking to Taeyong's back.
Taeyong immediately sat straight, "Fuck, don't touch me. Please."
Jaehyun immediately removed his hand and tried to focus on the lesson in front, but Taeyong was moving a lot, even squirming beside him.
"Help me, Jae." Taeyong called out, almost like a cry.
Jaehyun scrambled. How the fuck could he help a guy with an erection? He never had such experience before.
"What were you thinking? Seriously, you can get aroused in this type of environment?" Jaehyun hissed.
"It's not my fault that you're being extremely suggestive earlier!" Taeyong retorted with gritted teeth.
"Suggestive?!" Jaehyun scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That's it! I'm transferring seats!"
Taeyong held him, this time, in a very gentle and careful way that it almost did not feel like Taeyong.
"Just help me, baby." Taeyong begged, his eyes teary and his breathing ragged.
"How?!"
"I don't know, suck it?"
"What the fuck?! That's disgusting!" Jaehyun said, though he feels like the suggestion was a bit enticing.
"Then use your hands, i don't know. Just do something." Taeyong was almost crying.
"Fine!" Jaehyun whispered harshly.
With that, taeyong hurriedly unbuttoned his slacks, fingers shaky as he took his zipper down and pulled his boxers down. It's a good thing that they're seated in the back, away from prying eyes. Jaehyun immediately took Taeyong's erection and started to tease it by travelling his finger on the tip filled with precum.
"What the fuck?! I don't mind you teasing me like that but we're in a hurry here!" Taeyong whispered to the quiet Jaehyun.
Jaehyun did not waste any more time and started to slide his hand on Taeyong's leaking cock. It was weird to do it at first, and Jaehyun swore he could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment. Sure, he's had the experience but he was doing it for himself! This was all new to him and yet, he actually finds it rather entertaining. To see Taeyong's face all contorted in pleasure and to hear his breath run short, it was mesmerizing. He was beautiful like that. The way Taeyong's hands were tightly gripping the edge of the desk as he tries his best to prevent himself from moaning, it was all beautiful for Jaehyun.
"I'm close. Can you do -shit, me a favor?" Taeyong managed to whisper to Jaehyun.
"What again?!" Jaehyun whispered back, his hand still on Taeyong, doing its majestic work.
"Swallow it. We have nothing to wipe it with, so please, swallow all of it." Taeyong said in the most convincing tone.
Jaehyun's eyes grew wide. After this subject is lunch time. He wasn't eating his lunch with the remnants of Taeyong's cum in his mouth? There was no way he'd agree to Taeyong, but after analyzing the situation, he knew the older was right. They'd make a mess if he wouldn't, so when Taeyong was visibly shivering, Jaehyun carefully got on his knees and opened his mouth wide. Taeyong came and Jaehyun had it all inside his mouth. He forced himself to swallow everything, while Taeyong was fixing his boxers and slacks.
"Mr. Jung? Is there any problem?" The teacher asked when he noticed Jaehyun rise from under the table.
"O-oh, nothing miss. I just dropped my pen."
The teacher then continued with the discussion and Jaehyun couldn't help but wish he had a toothbrush with him. After calming himself down, Jaehyun glanced at Taeyong, who was staring at him ever since.
"What?" Jaehyun managed to chirp out.
"Nothing, you did a pretty good job, peachy boy. I'll repay later, alright?" Taeyong said meaningfully, his hand squeezing Jaehyun's left leg to which Jaehyun shivered. The peachy boy felt hot again, and maybe, he'd be the one to hide an erection later.
While all of that was happening, Mark Lee was seated in front of them.
"These bastards really did it in front of my peanut butter sandwich."