"We're alone in the LRC" Max stated the obvious cuz he's an idiot and does shit like that. He then proceeded to push back his chair shoving a hand down his pants. It wasn't entirely necessary, just because the boy spends almost every waking minute alone he has with his hand down his pants didn't mean he had to do so now. The look on Steph's face was a mixture of second hand embarrassment and sheer disgust. After all he wasn't alone, she was there, and a teacher could walk in at any moment to see him. Steph told him to stop and, after an initial resilience, he did. Continuing with their work everything was fine other than Max's constant need to whisper everything which, in hein sight, was weird but so was Max so it was over looked. Teachers came every so often and most left soon after arrival but other than that it was just the two teens alone. Mr Marks' appearance was possibly the oddest. He simply entered pointed at the two nodded and then left, leaving a rather confused Steph. The only odder appearance was of a man obviously known by Max but not by Steph.
"You having fun?" He questioned Max who replied
"yea"
The man then looked at the two students, "I bet you are" he spoke before leaving. What?
"Do you know him?" Steph asked Max.
"Yea he's a friend of my dad"
After that confusing encounter there were no interruptions from others.
Once again his hand found it's way into his pants however, this time it did a little more than just stay still like before. No, this time he moved his hand more, slowly stroking over his one-eyed trouser snake. His leg bouncing against Steph's, a look of disgust and shock took place on her face.
Steph had never felt any attraction to the smaller boy and you could even say she was repulsed by him although his obsession with her was obvious.
"Heyy Steph. I have something for you to L. " he spoke quietly.
Steph's anger at the pun subsided as Max began to unzip his trousers. Oh God.
"Max you know a teacher could come in like any second you idiot" she stated.
He continued obliviously, revealing his semi-erect meatsicle, continuing to stroke it. His head flung back, his eyes half lidded as he quickened his pace, all the while Steph hurrying to escape him. He held onto her arm with his free hand, a strange strength to the grip meaning she couldn't escape the situation. Instead she sat, eyes scrunched shut, humming to block out the noise. Max's breath got heavier and heavier, his grip tightening, soft moans emitting from his mouth. Steph felt a tug on her arm and quickly opens her eyes to see Max was inching her hand closer to his love shaft. She tried her hardest to pull away but the lust fuelled strength of the boy overpowered her, he wrapped her hand around it easily and controlled her wrist to rub it quickly.
After a minute or so Max climaxed into Steph's hand, the moans from the male ceasing.
He tilted his head forward again and suddenly flipped himself so he was hovering over Steph, a tight grasp still held around her arm. Straddled a top of her he lent down and kissed her lips passionately. She gasped at the shocking event giving Max the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his half-grown moustache against her top lip and his tongue practically down her throat. How was this kid so strong all of a fucking sudden?! He eventually pulled away and whispered
"Behind the books?"
The response of "Hell no you creep!" was ready to roll of her tongue when the bell rang. Max hurriedly clambered off her and composed himself tossing Steph a tissue to clean up his mess before leaving the LRC and an incredibly dazed and confused Steph behind.