A/N: HOLA MISHAMIGOS! It's that wonderful time of the year, the time that includes christmas, new year AND my birthday! ... Which means I'm bored. And therefore need a new fic.
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January 19th, 2013

I started my new school today.

I put down my pen and close my eyes, head whirling after my day. My plump, bitten, kiss-flushed lips were aching, but I didn't care. My forehead rested against my palm, commiting every fateful second of the day to memory as I wrote.

An all boy's school, where being gay is okay. I was told that I was the only gay in school, but nobody seemed to mind. Nobody stole my clothes during fitness or refused to let me into the toilets. Nobody minded that I'm a homosexual.

And what a relieving feeling it was, to be treated like an equal, like everyone else. I didn't even mind that I thought that I was the only one, because it didn't matter. I wasn't looking for a relationship - I was looking for friends, which was something I'd never really had before.

I met him in Sociology. His gorgeous green eyes, watching me, so focused and so perfect... It was breathtaking.

So imagine my delight when I was seated next to the stunning young man, his gaze watching me as I squirmed in my seat, that stare doing rather untimely things to my anatomy.

He asked me for my mobile number by the end of the lesson. And he gave me his. All eleven digits. And told me to call him.. Me! Call him!

My heart - and cock - jumped at the memory, and I shuddered delightedly, running a hand through my hair, remembering those hands on me.

We didn't talk much... But we got a few vital points across. Like the fact that he's gay. And a virgin, when it comes to men. But he doesn't wanna tell his Dad, because he thinks he'll disapprove.

I recalled the sad, uncertain look in his eyes when he spoke about his Dad - there was clear tension there, and I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make things so tense and uncomfortable between them; but I hadn't dared ask.

At lunch... He asked me to go with him. To the bathroom. And he locked us in a cubicle, watching me, those eyes sending shivers down my spine.
"I just want to get that first kiss over with sometimes..." He'd admitted. And damn, I knew how he felt. "You know, to stop worrying about it?" I nodded at that, then took the single scrap of guts that I had and reached out to cup his cheek, touching my lips gently against his.
He liked it.
He had me against the wall, kissing, biting, sucking, licking, with his hands touching me, mapping out my slender body with curious fingers...

I swallowed and closed the book, cock twitching again insistantly. That was enough for one night... My body had more urgent matters to attend to.