Prompt- badboy!nick but instead of him driving a motorcycle can he be driving a mustang or something like that?
Stop staring at him Jeff, the blonde told himself, reluctantly ripping his eyes away from the delicious man candy named Nick. Jeff Duval, Nick Sterling? Nah, his last name sounds better, his mind rambled on against his will. He whacked his hand hard against his forehead instinctively, actually meaning to just do it inside his head. The Asian beside him chuckled.
"Thinking about Duval again, Jeff?" Wes asked. Jeff groaned, burying his head in his hands.
"Shut up, Wesley," the blonde snapped, turning his head in his hands to face him. Wes smiled at the blonde's helplessness, placing a hand on his back.
"Go get him, Sterling," the Asian coaxed. Jeff snorted.
"You don't go up to the baddest badass in school and ask him out, Wes. That's like… social suicide." Wes laughed.
"Suit yourself," he replied, backing off of the situation. Jeff sighed, standing up from his seat at the lunch table.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," he said, glancing at Nick before turning back to Wes. The Asian smiled.
"Looks like Nick's going too," he taunted with a grin. Jeff gave him the finger before strolling off to the bathroom.
Damn, he has some nice ass hands, Jeff thought. Nick looked at him weirdly before smirking.
"Like what you see, Sterling?" the brunette taunted, drying his hands by flicking them in the air, the water coming off in droplets.
"Uhh, I dunno, uhm," Jeff stuttered, putting his hands up in surrender. Nick chuckled, walking towards him.
"'Cause I'm liking what I see, Sterling," he growled, eyeing up and down hungrily. Jeff gulped.
"Ah, uhm, uhh," the blonde sputtered, backing up until he reached the wall. Nick smiled evily.
"Nice ass, blondie," he said, pinning him against the wall and putting a hand on his as, squeezing it. Jeff gasped at the pressure, leaning into his hand. Nick chuckled.
"How about we go to my place?" the brunette asked, looking up at the blonde. Jeff nodded quickly, his mouth slightly open.
"No motorcycles, right?" Jeff asked as Nick took his hand and led him out of the school.
"Nope, a mustang," the brunette replied. Jeff then stopped, his eyebrows crinkled in confusion.
"But what about class?" he asked, looking at the brunette worriedly. Nick gave him a look.
"It's called skipping class, blondie, and that's exactly what we're going to do," the brunette explained, dragging him out the door.
Well, this is going to be fun.