-Swirling, winding patterns-

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ok so before you get on with the chapter, I'd like to let you know that the desks at their college are long. so like they cover your feet. idk if they actually exist but they have to be like that for this chapter. you'll see why ;)

"C'mere I need to change your bandages" shouted John out of the bathroom.

Alex strolled into the bathroom with blood stained bandages and sat on the floor next to John.

When John was finished, they both started to head to class as they had English Literature together.

They had a spare 10 minutes so decided to pop in a café that was situated in the campus.

"May I have two black coffees, please?"

"Of course. That will be $4.56"

John placed $3 on the counter and was searching for the remaining $1.56

"Hey babe, do you have some spare change?" John asked Alex, who was already sat at a table.

Alex nodded and threw the change to John, for him to catch.

"Thank you" the cashier said and hurried away to fetch John's and Alex's coffees meanwhile John joined Alex at a table, sitting opposite him.

"You alright?" John asked.

"Yes, you?"

"I'm good" He said and smiled.

After a couple seconds of thing silence, John spoke again. This time, I'm more of an uneasy and awkward tone.

"Alexander..."

"Yes?"

John took a deep breath.

"C-can you tell me why...why you harmed yourself yesterday?"

Alexander gulped.

"I-I"

"Here are your coffees" The lady smiled and placed the coffees on the table and walked away again.

"So?" John spoke.

"I don't know" He whispered.

"I just miss everything. My family. My Hometown. Everything and everyone is gone back there. I could have saved them, John. I could have saved them"

John grabbed Alex's hands into his own.

"No, Alex. It's not your fault, babygirl. I promise" He said and kissed Alex's hands.

"I love you" Said Alex

"Love you more"

"Impossible" Alex said as they stood up and walked to class.

"I don't think so"

Alexander and John intertwined their hands and kept bickering until they reached class.

They walked into class and sat down at the desks thst covered their legs and feet. It was quite stupid, evryone thought. Why can't they just be regular desks?

The teacher walked in and began the lesson. Alex was obviously listening but John wasn't. He was too engaged in his own dirty, filthy thoughts.

He was just so fucking horny. And to be honest, he didn't even know why. I mean, he did. It was Alexander. But he didn't know why. Like, he wasn't shirtless or anything.

Every time John glanced at Alex, his bulge started rising even more.

"Alex~" John whispered in Alex's ear, making him shiver.

"John?" He asked, curiously.

"I want you, Alex"

"Not in class, you noodle"

"Why not?" He whispered.

Alex just chuckled and got out some water to drink.

"Suck my dick"

Alex choked on his drink.

"I'm sorry, what?" Alex asked

"Did I fucking stutter? I said get underneath that table and suck my dick"

"Fine" 

"Really?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" Alex said in a high pitched voice in order to mimick John.

He senses Alex getting underneath the table and stiffens a little when he grabs his thigh for support, to not fall over. Fuck, this wasn't a very good idea was it? John thought. However Alex was totally loving it.

Alexander slowly unbuckles John's belt and lowers his underwear. Alex's sweaty, soft hands were placed on John's hard member as he slowly started to caress it in up and down motions. John's breath hitches unexpectedly as he earns a couple of weird looks from his peers.

Alex smirks and licks the tip of John's cock in swirling, winding patterns like a trail of raindrops on a winter window.

"Mm" John moans, almost silently.

He sucked and licked the tip for a few more seconds before taking in a little bit more of John's length. John's ass and thighs tensed as Alex carried on.

"AGH!" John shouted as Alex took in the whole of John's penis. Alex punched his leg.

Everyone turned their attention to John.

"Mr Laurens? Are you alright?" The teacher asked.

"Y-yes, I j-just h-hit my k-knee on the t-table" John stuttered, trying very hard to not sound like he was being given a blowjob.

He earned a few snickers and chuckled from a couple of the students who obviously knew what was going on.

"Okay, that's fine then. Where is Alexander?" He asked.

"O-oh, he's g-gone to the ba-bathroom"

The teacher nodded.

Alex was still sucking hard and also pumping the base for more stimulation. His own cock was throbbing, hard and pulsing. He ignored the craving and carried on with his job.

He gained three loud moans from John. Alex felt proud. It was like winning a spelling bee or a Sports Day Competition. Except it was called "Make John Moan" tournament.

Alex was savoring John's dick sliding in and out of his mouth meanwhile it was torturous agony for John. He couldn't help but love it, though.

John's hand fell underneath the table to grab Alex's hair and every time he moaned, he tightened his grip.

John was close. He was so close. And Alex knew it. That's why he went faster and harder, pumping rapidly and gliding his 'O'-shaped mouth along John's manhood. He arched his back and threw his head backwards.

John's entire body jerked from the force of his climax. Alex relished the pulse of cum, loving John's taste in his mouth. He swallowed and remained seated on the floor until the lesson finished. He tucked John's dick in back in his underwear and did his belt up. He sighed heavily and wiped the sweat and cum off of his forehead.

Soon enough, the lesson finished and everyone began to rush out of the class. Alex rose from underneath the table and giggled at the mess John was. John looked at him and stood up, giving him a peck on the lips.

"You were so amazing" John said.

"Why, thank you. We might have to see soon who is better, won't we?" Alex winked and John laughed.

They headed out of the classroom, linking arms, just simply enjoying each others company.

hello:) srry this is so bad I'm not used to writing smut. bye have a good day, love you ur amazing.


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