The next day, Ed's sexual education class was silent as they waited for the bell to ring and for class to begin. The anticipation was palpable—understandably so, as today the class would involve actual contact. Of course, this was also the day Mr. Nichols chose not to enter the gym immediately after the bell rang. In fact, it was almost a full minute later when the teacher finally strolled in, and Edward thought he was going to bust with an uncomfortable mix of excitement and nerves.

"Alright, students. Who's excited for today?" Mr. Nichols asked, stifling a chuckle as he did so.

Unabashed as teenagers typically are, at least half the room responded swiftly: "Me!"

The man rolled his eyes and continued, reaching into a bag on his shoulder and pulling out some markers. As he spoke, he tossed them to each pair; Envy caught theirs effortlessly. "Today you all learn anatomy…in the strangest way possible. I have to be honest, I've been teaching this class for almost ten years, and it still seems odd to me. But that's not the point. In a few moments, I'll be assigning you each a 'room'—really it's just one of those sectioned off areas, with the mattresses that I know you've noticed. Inside, you'll find diagrams of the inner sex organs. Your assignment is to draw these on your partner."

Ed blinked, not quite sure he had heard correctly. He was pretty sure he had just been told—by a teacher, no less—to doodle all over Envy's balls. But the giggles coming from his partner confirmed that Edward wasn't going nuts.

Mr. Nichols sure as hell was though.

"Yes, before you ask," the man went on, "these markers are safe. But please do remember that they are for external use only."

Before he could stop himself, Ed let out a giggle, more out of nerves than anything. He got a few looks, and quickly ducked his head, blushing ever harder as Envy, laughing quietly, patted his head.

Mr. Nichols began to call off people's names and directing them to their "rooms." Edward and Envy were sent to the corner, and once they had closed the heavy blue curtain, any bravado Ed had maintained up until that point fell away. Edward had to try hard not to shiver as Envy turned to him with a wicked grin. "Can I go first?"

Mutely, unable to speak, Ed nodded and brought his hands down to his belt. He yanked it away quickly, trying to hide his nerves—although, to be fair, it wasn't unreasonable for him to be anxious. This was, after all, the first time a guy was going to see his junk.

Envy just watched, twirling their marker appreciatively. Dimly, they heard someone outside ask, "What should I do if my partner isn't shaved?" and the other boy giggled.

"That's not a problem here, huh, Ed?" he asked in a sing song voice. Edward let out an irritated huff and looked away—though Envy was right. He tended to keep himself shaved just because it was nicer to not have all that hair in the way of everything. And judging from how Envy had spoken, the green haired boy was in a similar situation.

Edward watched as Envy grabbed a copy of male anatomy off the mattress and kneeled in front of Ed, marker at the read. He wasn't sure he could possibly blush any harder than he was in that moment, and Edward had the sudden desire to look away—but he couldn't not stare at the green head, so close to his…

"Well, I guess I can't call you 'Pipsqueak' anymore," Envy chuckled, glancing up to meet Ed's eyes. It was only a spit second, before the other boy looked down at his paper, but Edward felt as though he were going to faint.

"Alrighty," Envy murmured. "Let's get to it."

It was slow going, as the green haired boy had to keep stopping to check the diagram and make sure he was drawing everything correctly. Edward was grateful for these short breaks that allowed him to collect himself, to ignore the strange feeling of the marker sliding across his skin—and, more importantly, the feel of Envy gripping him to keep him steady. Somehow, Ed thought the other boy was holding him just a little too tightly…not that the feeling was at all unpleasant.

And then Envy was back at it, so, so close. At this point, Edward could feel his breath on his nether regions and…well, how in the world was he supposed to control his reaction? Slowly but surely, Ed grew hard in Envy's hand.

"All done," said boy chirped, capping the marker. His body language was the picture of innocence, but there was a darkness in his eyes that made Edward shudder. "Sorry, I seem to have caused you a problem. Although," Envy added, standing up and pulling his own bottoms down in once smooth motion, "you're not the only one."

Gulping, Ed took in the sight of Envy's straining erection. He was supposed to draw on that thing. Well…better get to it.

Kneeling, Edward took the marker and uncapped it. He didn't have to look at the diagram—science was his thing, and he hadn't forgotten anything from his anatomy class last year, so that, at least, was second nature.

Being face to, erm, balls, however, was not. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and Edward turned red yet again at the realization. He tried not to breathe too heavily, to not concentrate on the heavy, heady smell, and just do his job.

Acting braver than he felt, Ed reached out and grabbed Envy to steady him—right as the bell rang. Jumpy already, Edward jerked, his fist sliding along Envy's length.

"You can do that again, if you're really so eager," the boy above him sniggered.

Shaking his head to focus, Ed again faced his task. Class was over, but it was the last bell, so they would just stay after. He brought the marker up and began drawing. Once he started, everything went much faster, the vans deferens, testicle, urethra flashing by. Finally finished and simultaneously relieved as well as a little disappointed it was over, Edward stood. But before he could do anything, Envy had grabbed his face, hands cupping his cheeks, and pulled him forward into a kiss.

It was sweet and oddly funny (though maybe that was just because Envy was laughing), and instantly confirmed that Edward was gay because it was everything his previous experiences with girls hadn't been. More than anything, it was over far too soon.

Envy pulled away and smiled at his expression. "Wasn't today fun, Ed?"