Love sick no more

4. Ice cream, part 2

Ohm groaned. "Mick, do you even know what are you saying?"

Mick blushed. "No... I only know I want you."

Ohm took Mick's shoulders and shook him. "Never say anything like that to anyone else, understand me?" Mick opened his mouth to answer, but he was silenced by a hard kiss from Ohm. Ohm pulled away again. "And never kiss anyone else either. Or bite your lip like you just did. Or look at anyone like you're looking at me right now. Or eat ice cream in public ever again. Promise me!"

"I promise!" Mick said, not quite understanding Ohm's frenzy.

Seeing Mick's confusion, Ohm groaned. "You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?"

Mick shook his head, a blush spreading from his neck all the way to his forehead.

"I don't want anyone else to see you like this, do you understand? You have too many admirers as it is. If they saw you like this, or heard you say what you just said... Ooiiiii," Ohm exclaimed and rubbed his buzz cut with one hand, despairing at the thought.

"But, P'Ohm, of course I won't kiss anyone else, or say that to anyone else. I only want you," Mick said, his face innocent and solemn.

Ohm groaned and dipped his head until his forehead rested on Mick's. "Good. Now be a good boy and promise me."

"I promise."

"What do you promise?"

"I promise I won't kiss anyone else, or say such things to anyone else, or... or eat ice cream in public... Really P'Ohm?" Mick's solemn promise dissolved into giggles.

"You licking your lips like that is tempting in ways I can't tell you yet."

"What do you mean?"

Ohm took a deep breath and pushed himself upright. "Later, now you need to go back to class. And I need to have a cold shower." The last was muttered under his breath, but Mick heard it.

"But P'Ohm, you won't have time for a shower, your class is starting in a minute, too."

"It was just a ... Come on," Ohm said and pulled Mick to a trot behind him, hoping that no one would notice the clear tell tale signs of his arousal. Ohm tugged the white shirt tails hanging loose lower to trying cover his crotch. When they were nearing Mick's classroom, Ohm slowed down, grateful that their hurried jog had brought him a measure of control.

Mick peeked into the classroom and groaned. The teacher was already in, and addressing the class. He turned to the older boy with blushing determination. "Since I'm going to get a penalty, I need something to make it worthwhile," he said, and before Ohm realised what Mick was up to, Mick pressed himself against the older boy, and raised his lips to his. The self control Ohm had fought for so hard fled and he claimed Mick's lips, not caring if someone saw them or not.

Mick was the one pulling away this time, his face flushed, but the twinkle in his eyes told Ohm that the younger boy knew something of the torture he was putting the older boy through. "Think of me," Mick whispered and flashed an angelic smile, and before Ohm could do anything more than exclaim, Mick had slipped through the door to the classroom.

Ohm let out a shaky breath. He looked around, but luckily the corridor was empty just then. His eyes caught the men's toilet sign and he walked there quickly on stiff legs, and locked himself in a cubicle, swearing to never tell Mick about this.

Ohm opened his shorts and pulled his already leaking cock out, his breath short and gasping. Images flashed in front of his eyes.

Mick licking the white, thick ice cream from his lips.

Mick, biting his lip.

"Anything you want."

That was all it took. Ohm barely even touched himself when he already came. Lights flashed behind Ohm's eyes, his knees buckled, and he groaned as he got his release.

Breathing heavily, Ohm tidied himself with shaking hands and pulled his shorts up. As he washed his hands at the sink, he looked at his face in the mirror. "What are you doing, Ohm? He's only fifteen!!"

As Ohm started to jog to his own classroom, knowing he would get hell from his professor, he found little comfort in the knowledge that he was only two years older than Mick. Fifteen was just far too young for what his fevered mind was imagining. 

Ohm hit himself on the head, over and over until he started to feel dizzy. He promised himself he would control himself better around Mick from now on. Feeling better about his resolution, Ohm broke into a jog.