Wait A Minute

Chapter Three: Ignoring Pages

a/n: a heads up that there's explicit sexual content in this one. It's at the beginning in italics.

Larry had tried, he really had.

He had flopped onto his back, long hair splaying out onto the floor. His teeth were buried into his index finger, sure to leave a bruise. With his eyes squinted shut, he willed his erection to go away. However, all of his actions had just been delaying the inevitable.

As ten minutes crawled by, Larry finally came to terms with the fact that he might have to take a more hands-on approach to rid himself of his aching problem. A small groan, one out of frustration and humiliation, passed his lips as he finally brought his hand away from his mouth. Ignoring the shame that would surely torment him in the morning, he hesitantly lowered his hand to his boxers. His thumb hooked under the waistband and tugged the garments down just far enough, so his cock would be free. Larry paused, jostled by a particularly loud snore coming from his bed.

Was he really going to jerk off with Sal sleeping not even one foot away from him?

The answer made guilt crawl beneath the brunet's skin but didn't stop him from taking his cock in his hand. His free hand made its way to cover his mouth as he began to stroke himself. Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes as his body shuddered, thankful to finally have some sort of contact in his horny haze. The tips of his ears and cheeks became incredibly flushed as Larry picked up his pace, allowing his hips to buck up messily into his hand. He didn't care about elongating his pleasure, he just wanted to reach his orgasm.

The slick sound of his hand sliding against his length accompanied Sal's snores in the otherwise quiet room. Larry's toes curled against the rough carpeting as he felt himself getting closer to finishing. After a few more pumps and the arch of his back, the male finally hit his climax, dripping cum onto the bottom of his nightshirt. A guttural moan sounded in his throat, one that his hand couldn't hide, as he rode the high.

"Larry... Larry!" Ash's voice brought Larry back down to earth and out of his head. He blinked, trying to remember what conversation their lunch table has been carrying. Failing to do so, he gave a sheepish smile to the girl seated in front of him. "Jesus, what's with you today?"

"Yeah, seriously," Todd's voice added, "you've been zoning out all day."

Larry gave an awkward laugh as all three of his friends stared intently at him from around the table. "He probably didn't get much sleep last night," Sal answered, saving Larry from having to come up with an excuse.

However, that just made the brunet panic internally as he recalled why he had failed to doze off. Out of habit, he cracked his knuckles. "Why would you say that Sally?"

"Maybe because you were painting in the middle of the night and then had to deal with my bullshit," the shorter male replied as he picked at his food. The styrofoam tray squeaked under the pressure of his plastic fork. "Why? Did something else "pop up" that kept you awake even longer?"

Sal's voice was smug, and Larry narrowed his eyes at his friend. The blue haired male rested his head on a hand as he stared back at the brunet, his prosthetic hiding his expression. The other's styrofoam tray continued to creak as he added more pressure to the fork while waiting for Larry's answer. "Alright then, you two are being especially weird today," Todd stated, grabbing his tray. "I'm going to go find Neil."

"No, Todd! Don't leave me alone with them," Ash fake cried, overdramatically holding a hand out to Todd. The boy rolled his eyes and went his way.

"Haha, very funny Ash," Sally said, finally turning his attention away from Larry. Ash snipped something sarcastic back at the boy, but Larry wasn't paying attention anymore. He let the background chats of the lunch room wash over him as he got lost in his thoughts once again.