Almost straight away after lunch, Jawn and Awsten were making out in the bathrooms. All thoughts of the letter were out of Awstens head at this point. Awsten had never had a boyfriend before, so he had no idea how it worked. Were all boyfriends this sexual? They'd kissed a lot today. He didn't mind though, Jawn made him tingly in all the right places. Awsten tangled his fingers into Jawns hair, making a tiny whimper in the back of his throat. He pulled away to catch his breath, looking the boy in the eyes. "Are you sure we're supposed to be here? We could get into trouble if someone finds us."
Jawn nodded. "We'll be fine," he pulled Awsten into a bathroom stall and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. He pat his lap. "Sit."
Awsten giggled and blushed, sitting sideways on Jawns lap. "Like this?"
"You're clueless," Jawn shifted him awkwardly on his lap so that Awsten was straddling him. "Better."
Awsten didn't really feel comfortable like this. He frowned and wrapped his arms around Jawns neck again, torn between getting off or making the other boy happy.
"Are you okay?" Jawn asked gently, pressing a gentle kiss to Awstens forehead.
"M-maybe we should get to cla-"
"But we're having fun, Awsten." Jawn said, quite firm. "We're having fun, right?"
"Y-Yeah, right," Awsten nodded, still not wanting to be straddling the boy. "Can we stand agai-"
"This is comfier."
"But Ja-"
"Fine. Get off, then," Jawn stood up, making Awsten fall to the dirty bathroom floor. He was almost 100 percent sure he fell into a puddle of piss.
"Jawn, I-I.. Sorry-"
"Whatever, Awsten." Jawn rolled his eyes and unlocked the stall door, leaving the bathroom.
Awsten lifted himself up off the floor, holding back tears. His arm really hurt. His arms and legs always hurt, but now it was positively aching. He washed the wet thing off his arm, frowning. Someone came into the bathroom and he kept his head down in embarrassment.
"A-Awsten? Why are you crying?" He heard a timid voice.
Awsten turned around to face the voice. It was the quarterback. "I'm not crying, Geoff," Awsten whispered, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He pulled it away, shocked to see blood smeared all over it.
"Oh god, Awsten-" Geoff started to freak out. He hated anything to do with blood, but for Awsten he would do anything. "L-let me help." He grabbed a bunch of paper towels, wetting them with some warm water from the sink.
"Oh Geoff, it's okay," Awsten said softly, frowning. "You don't have to help."
"It's okay, I don't mind," Geoff said. He lifted Awstens face up by his chin, and he finally got a close up of the boys gorgeous face. He could barely breathe. He stared into Awstens eyes. They were multicoloured, one green and one blue. He scanned Awstens face, taking it all in. His cute blushy cheeks, his gorgeous eyes, his pretty braces, the way his cheekbones made him look feminine, but his jawline made him look masculine. His brown hair looked so pretty against his pale skin. Geoff could feel his heart pumping a million times a minute. He pushed back the thoughts, focusing on wiping Awstens blood off his chin as gently as he could. He wiped over the boys lips. They were so plump and pretty, he wondered how soft they would be. He folded the paper towel in half and started to wipe the blood running out of Awstens nose away. "Did you get hurt?" He asked softly.
"No, I don't know why I have a blood nose." He looked up at Geoff, studying the boys face. He couldn't lie, he was attractive. He had a round face, completely clear skin and perfect teeth (Awsten was jealous), piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. His lips were full (which Awsten was also jealous about), and ohmygod did he have stubble? Awsten couldn't grow a beard for his life. He fucking loved stubble on boys. He suppressed the urge to touch it, just concentrating on how gentle the boys touch was. Awstens tired eyes fluttered shut.
Geoff internally melted. "I-I think that the bleeding has stopped," he said gently, throwing away the bloody paper towel. He grabbed a dry one, carefully wiping excess dry blood off Awstens face. "Are you okay?"
Awsten nodded, hiding a smile. "I'm okay, Geoff. Thank you," He whispered.
Geoff nodded, looking at Awsten longingly. He felt so silly. "I-I gotta pee now." He said nervously.
Awsten giggled, hiding his dumb braces as he did so. "Have you got a phone?" He asked, pulling out his own. "We could exchange numbers? You could send me Ottos, too."
Geoff's heart stopped. His fucking crush asked him for his fucking number. He nodded quickly, stumbling over his words. "Number.. uh.." he took Awstens phone and mashed his number in, shooting a message to himself so he'd have Awstens. "I-okay." He smiled.
"Okay," Awsten smiled back, keeping his lips over his teeth. "I'll see you around, huh, Mr. Quarterback?"
Geoff melted into a puddle. "Y-yup." He watched Awsten leave.
Almost immediately, Geoff shoved his fist into the air breakfast club style. "Fuck yeah!" He started to laugh excitedly. "Yes! Oh, I am such a smooth mother fucker-" someone else came into the bathroom, and Geoff hurried over to a urinal, pretending he didn't say that at all.
He couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
