Taste of lithium

3/ Feeling Lucid and vulnerable..

Both boys still puzzled on what just had occurred in the bathroom. George still having evidence of it littered all over his throat.

Clays lips a deep shade of red, George still had the taste of the blonde lingering in his mouth.

Both trying to contain themselves with both being in unfortunate situations. George having P.E and Clay found himself in a math exam.

George had no choice but to wear the hood of his hoodie Hoping it covers most of the evidence. He was so busying worry about the others around him judging his hickeys that he completely forgot on how hard he was.

He soon started to calm down only realizing no one was paying any attention to him. He started to feel how stiff he was.

How much he ached for some fiction he was so hard he starting to consider humping one of the soccer balls.

Soccer balls.

He snapped his head up and started to pay attention to the others around him. The gym teacher was instructing the class.

As some of his class mates where setting up the soccer nets and saw one of his class mates kicking around the same soccer ball that he was really considering humping it like a rat dog humping it's owners leg.

"George!" He shock his head like it would completely shake off all of his nasty thoughts and brought his full attention to who ever called his name.

His gym teacher was stood in between two big groups of his classmates. Too George's only guess being the teams.

One team all the boys where shirtless and the other had shirts. Shirts and skins If he wasn't already nervous before he really was now.

"George you can be on" the gym teacher
said as he took a look at both teams. "Take your shirt off, you will be skins".

George gulped. "Umm" he looked down at his neck and he could see some off the visible hickeys peeking out.

"Come on George hurry up!" His teacher said sounding annoyed. But George didn't care he cared more about his dark purple mouth shape hickeys that belonged to his best friend that littered his throat.

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Clay made it to his math exam just in time he sighed in relief as he sat in his seat. As he did the teacher smacked the test down on his desk.

Startling Clay making him sit up in his seat. He started to write the test as the rest of the class started too fall quiet.

He couldn't focus with having George's sweet moans playing over and over again in his head. Making himself get harder.

He brought his hand to his lips remembering the way Georges lips felt on his and how he's  tasted was still lingering in his mouth.

He moved around in his seat, the way George would squirm beneath him. He sat up and settled with crossing his legs. He was so painfully hard.

He soon started to worry people where staring. He quickly started to look around the room too see if anyone was paying any attention to him. No one seemed to care about his presence.

Everyone was too busy scribbling down answers. He was really fucked he really couldn't focus.

He thought about going to the bathroom to rub one out which was an ok plan. But remembering that his teacher had to escort him to the bathroom.

He couldn't risk getting caught letting a too loud of a moan slip. He crossed his legs tighter realizing he was making himself harder.

He picked up his pencil and started circling random answers. Not caring if it's right or not just wishing he wasn't so painfully hard.