Mixing Colours

Locker Room

 Sixth period came slower than usual, something that slightly frustrated me. Every day had it's own struggle, today happening to withhold more than I was capable of dealing with. I walked throughout the locker room, the last row of lockers being my destination. My locker was often broken, today being no exception for it to work. My combination was correct, I checked it twice. It was these times that agitated me the most, when simple things became difficult. I yanked at the door, it finally giving in after four plentiful tugs. A warm hand cupped my shoulder, and I turned in response, being happily surprised by the hispanic boy that I came to love. "Hey, Alec" he smiled, removing his hand and I shifted in silent disappointment. "Yeah, what's up?" I turned away from him for a moment, grabbing my clothes out from my locker. "Could you try my zipper?" I rotated to face him, aware that my mind could've just fucked me over.

"Pardon?"

"My zipper," he repeated and I watched as his dark skin grew dusted with pink. "I can't get it down, and I was wondering if you could help?" I stood, astounded at what I had just heard. "Please" he asked, and it sounded sincere, Jonathan's personality was never needy, causing me to think of his plea as true. "Sure," I knelt down, feeling my pants tighten as I was eye to eye with his groin. My hand, shaking, reached out and grasped his zipper. I tugged at the copper, it not seeming to budge.

One more tug, followed by another and it was down. I sighed in relief, not knowing if I could handle being on my knees below that beautiful boy. I felt eyes stare at me, causing me to look up. Jonathan's mocha eyes looked down at me, invading my thoughts. I swallowed, his gaze was stronger than I had ever seen it, his mouth arched in a welcoming smile. "Thanks, Alec" my breath hitched in my throat as we looked at each other. "Y-you're welcome..." I said, closing my eyes for a moment. I jumped momentarily, feeling his hands pull me up onto my feet.

The lust that engulfed my body was new to me, I had felt arousal, but nothing like this. It was comforting, the way we fit together like puzzle pieces. He looked down on me with emotion that I hadn't seen portrayed on his face. For the mere moments, I paid less attention to his chiseled features and more to his love. He was vulnerable, as was I. Jonathan leaned in, and I felt the cool metal lockers against my back and his lips pressed onto my own. I was inexperienced, lost at what the next move was to be. Gladly, Jonathan guided me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and marking it as his. I winced at first, feeling his knee against my groin. Jonathan pulled from the kiss, gently nipping my ear. I moaned in response, his knee pressing more roughly against my nether regions. "Do you want to take care of that, or would you like me to?" his breath hot, against my ear. "I-i... " I was at a loss for words, I lusted over this boy, but when it came the time to act upon my thoughts, I was motionless. The locker room was desolate, we could engage right here. The tension was too strong, "Please..." I spoke, his eyes prodding into my mind. "Please, what?" he leaned down and licked my outer ear. "P-please deal with it" Jonathan nodded, and as though our roles had switched, he was on his knees. Without looking down, I heard the copper zipper unzip, the air hitting my legs as my pants fell. I moaned, not being able to avert my gaze any longer, my eyes sought after Jonathan; and they found him. His hand was wrapped around my arousal, my boxers still being on. He pawed it through the thin fabric, receiving a whimper from me. I looked down for the second time, Jonathan's brown eyes met mine, staring at me. "Don't be so eager, you'll find a release" he promised, peeling my boxers off.

My breath caught as he traced his hand along the soft flesh between my legs. Squeezing my balls, I arched my back, gasping. Jonathan held a look of pride, his eyes not leaving mine. This was teasing, rough teasing. I felt the warmth of his hand cup my ass, letting me slide down partially into his grip. His hand traveled down my backside and down to the part that I was most scared about. "J-jonathan, please... I don't think-" a foreign feeling shook through me, his finger was inside of me. It was pleasant, but the pain easily won over. "A-ah.. J-Jonathan please... " he added another finger, my eyes welled with tears. "You're fine" he said, standing up, not removing his fingers. His hand left my groin, and I lightly whimpered in not only pain, but disappointment. His now free hand reached up my shirt, putting it over my head and behind my neck. Jonathan bent his head down, grazing his teeth over my nipple, and biting down on it. I cursed aloud, the pain shivering my body. "Shh. You don't want this to end because someone's found us" he reminded me, lapping his tongue over the now rosy red irritation.