classmate oneshots

lose-win situation (mxc)

"Hey mom," I said. I walked to her and gave her a hug, burying my face in her shoulder.

"Hi Mav...how'd your baseball game go?" she asked me.

"We lost."

"By how much?"

"A landslide," I replied sadly, sniffling. "It was the championship AND a home game! It was so embarrassing..." Mom raised my chin up a little and gave a kiss on my forehead.

"You'll get it next time, sweetheart. Maybe next season!" she tried cheering me up but it only made me feel slightly worse.

"This season's the last one I get with Connor, after today, it's going to be different! He's going to be in high school..and I'm stuck in eighth grade next year." My eyes began to well up as I lowered my head back down.

"Oh baby...Here, y'know what? I'll text his mom and ask if he can come over." she grabbed her phone and tapped the screen. A little woosh noise came from the tiny speakers in her phone and she turned to me with a small smile on her face. "He's heading over, honey. How about you go upstairs and get changed? You're all dirty."

I did as my mom told me and trudged upstairs, taking my bag with me. I changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue Under Armor shirt and heard my phone ding.

I'm here.

I ran down the steps, almost fell on my face and barely caught myself before I ran the rest of the way down.

Hastily opening the door, I saw him. There was almost something different here than when we usually hung out. Whenever we hung out usually, Trey was with us. There was always somebody else with us. We rarely hung out on our own, so this was a little awkward.

"Hi." When Connor started talking, I realized what was different. I looked him up and down and noticed that he was dressed nicer than usual. Huh, weird.

"Hey." I let him in and waited awkwardly while he took his shoes off.

"You're staring. And being weird. Why are you staring and being weird?" He said and stood up, looked at my face, and tried to look for any tells on why I was death-staring at him.

"Uh..no I wasn't. Why are you all dressed up?" I gestured towards his shirt, a nice orange-and-blue button up, a button or two loose at the top, revealing a little bit of his collarbone.

"I--Uh....I was rushing out of the house and this was all I had?" He attempted to make an excuse while tugging at the hem of his shirt nervously. He was...tugging at his shirt...nervously? This is the opposite of what I usually see of him...On an average day, he's the most cheerful person I know. He smiles, he's loud and boisterous, ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶c̶u̶t̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶m̶o̶s̶t̶.

Come to think of it, he WAS dressed better than usual. He's wearing a button up with loose-ish jeans and his usual dirty sneakers are replaced with Nike Air Forces.  But he was nervous. His demeanor was different. He was never nervous unless he was going into a horror house or he was about to confess a crush to someone...wait...oh shit.
"Can I talk to you?" he looked around. "In private?"
"Uh...yeah, sure. My room," I walked up the stairs again and sat down on my bed. he did too. I turned to him and asked, "What's up?"
"Uh...I-I um...Never mind, fuck it." He gave up on finishing his sentence, leaving me confused.
"Okay...be honest. What the fuck's up with y-" I was cut off when Connor's hands grabbed my face and smashed his lips against mine. I kissed back but pushed him away quickly.
"Hold up. What's happening? Is this a joke? Are you messing with me?" I asked him, one hand on his knee and the other holding my body up on my bed. "Because Connor, I really like you. I do. I gotta know if you're just-"
"Shut the fuck up." he kissed me again with the same amount of need and vulnerability he had the first time. I kissed back, leaned forward and pinned him to my bed. His hand was on my hip and the other was under my shirt, slowly traveling from my stomach to my chest.

Thank god I locked my door earlier. I started unbuttoning his shirt and I left small hickeys on his neck and collarbone. Connor groaned, his grip on my waist tightening. I moaned, liking the feeling as his hand gripped my side.

Before I knew it, his shirt was unbuttoned entirely and mine slowly rid up my back. I quickly took off my shirt and threw it in a random direction, Connor doing the same.

"My turn," Connor said in between heated kisses. He, with much ease, took my sides and flipped us over so that he was on top and I was on my back. I stared into his eyes for a second before I pulled our faces back together. Neither of us wanted to have sex and get caught, so we kept control of ourselves and our pants on, despite our...excitement. We didn't wanna be heard or caught.

I sat up against my headboard with Connor on my lap and we made out for a whole five minutes until my mom knocked on my door.

"Everything alright boys? I've got snacks!" she said through the door, completely clueless of what was happening in my room.
"Yep, everything's fine!" I replied, covering Connor's mouth, still facing him. "Thanks mom!" I tried to sound as normal as I could while still gripping his waist. I tightened my grip and he made a small noise, hopefully one my mom didn't catch. His hair was messy and undone, his neck covered in reddish-purple spots. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were a cherry-bomb red.
"Okay honey, come down when you guys are hungry!" I finally heard her descend down the stairs. Once i figured she was out of earshot entirely, I uncovered Connor's mouth and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

"So...what now?" I asked. "I mean...we just made out for a whole, what, 10 minutes?"
"I don't know. Are we- Does this mean we're boyfriends now? Or was it just a fling?" Connor flicked his eyes downwards then back up at me.
"Could be dating now I guess...especially if this becomes a new regular thing," I smirked, pulling Connor closer to me. He was straddling me now, his hips just above mine. He was sitting on my crotch and our bare chests almost touched.

Connor looked at the door, then at me.
"Would you want to be boyfriends?" His cheeks heated up even more and I tugged on a belt loop on his jeans. somehow his belt became undone and it was on the ground somewhere. The top button of his jeans was unbuttoned. If I tried to get any closer, we'd end up making out again and he would be on my stomach. Not that i wouldn't be into that but I'd like to breathe.
"Hm...I don't know," Regardless of just catching my breath, I  pulled Connor back into another long kiss. I pushed my tongue against his lips, silently asking for entry. He opened his mouth slightly and I slid my tongue in and explored his mouth, making him moan a bit louder.

I pulled away, wide eyed. I looked at him and asked, "Did that answer your question?" I smirked, resting my face when Connor smiled.