Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 22

I wanna kiss you just to hear you moan into my mouth.

I force back a groan, then resist the urge to scream. I pick up my pen instead, but I don't know what to say next. I draw a smiley instead, one without a mouth to let him know I'm speechless—or that I'm unimpressed by his attempt to turn me on in class. I'm definitely turned on, though, it's just not boner-material yet.

He hands me back the note: Any chance you'll let me eat you out?

I lean back in my chair. I want to claim he's still not doing his job right, but my cock is stirring, so perhaps he's unlocked something inside me, an urge I didn't know I had. And I absolutely need to prepare myself for the possibility of being eaten out.

I hand him back the note with a maybe written down on it. He hands it back almost immediately: I'm gonna tease you until you're falling apart, until you're screaming my name and spilling onto the sheets.

I'm going to implode from embarrassment. I read it over and over again, but I simply can't come up with a response—what do you even say to something like that? Please? I chew at the end of my pen, but I don't think I'm hardwired to talk dirty, so I do actually end up begging him on a post-it note.

He hands it back to me not long after: I'm gonna tease you with my tongue, drive you to the edge over and over again until you're begging for release.

I let my eyes roll back at the thought, but before I can even come up with something to say, he hands me another note: Is it turning you on? Because maybe I should bring you into the bathroom and repeat yesterday's rendezvous? If you're lucky, I might even let you take control, let you fuck my mouth until you're falling apart. I'll swallow, too, every single drop of your cum. How does that sound?

I make a sound that has everyone turning my way. I blush furiously, then sink further into my seat while Harry chuckles to himself. Even the reminder of what we did in the locker room is enough to make me question my entire existence. I never blamed Emily for not being into it, but I'm definitely not complaining about the fact that Harry is.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Tomlinson?"

I look at our teacher. "No. I'm sorry."

He walks towards me, stopping between mine and Harry's tables. "Hand it over."

"I don't mean to cross the line," Harry speaks up, "but if you're gonna read it out loud, you might wanna read it in your head first. I don't have a very formal language."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before passing the note."

"I see where you're coming from, but if you read that note out loud, you'll..."

Harry pauses, then gestures for him to lean down. He does, surprisingly enough, but I can't hear what Harry is telling him, probably something about not outing us.

"I won't read it out loud, then, but you've been passing notes to each other for weeks, so I'm sending you to the principal's office."

I don't like that part, not at all, but I want to kiss Harry on his perfect lips for talking him out of reading it. I would probably have caught on fire if he had read that note out loud. I would've been outed to the entire class, not to mention they would've found out about mine and Harry's rendezvous, as he so elegantly called it. Harry is lovely, so I wouldn't mind people knowing about us, but I would mind them knowing about the things we do to each other—or what he's doing to me, that is. They might be suspicious now, given that we didn't want the note read out loud, but they can't be sure, which is enough for me to feel at ease.