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This is just a fantasy of mine.
"You, William Harris, better get your act together," I swore, behind the toilets one summer afternoon, "Go on, off with you." He scrambled away, with bruised shins and the wind knocked out of him.
"And you, Sam Ball, better get your act together or there'll be more of this." I leaned in towards him, pressing my lips to his. To my surprise, he didn't back away or pull out. he came into the kiss, licking my bottom lip, begging to enter. I let him in and we explored each other's mouths and slowly, slowly came apart.
"I don't think I'll be behaving well for you anytime soon, not with that punishment." He said, slipping away.