It was the wrong thing to do, but it felt good. Not just good, great.
As his hands slid up your shirt, the thought of his girlfriend flew out your mind. The thought of your best friend, Piper, flew out of your head. You make a quick apology, that you most definitely don't mean.
"Mmm-", his lips come off yours hastily as he breathes out the words: "take it off."
Your tie is practically torn off, and the discarded piece of clothing gets thrown onto a chair. Maybe you shouldn't be doing this in a classroom, you might get caught. Your shirt is tugged up and once it gets ripped off (oh god, is that a rip you see?) and your hands reach for his shirt.
He ignores your insisting and instead pushes you back, to where the point comes that the small of your back hits the edge of the table. Your body shivers, as the cool table bites into your skin painfully. You accept it as your tiny punishment sent from Piper.
As the lips crash together again, your body tingles at the feel of cool fingers (your mind flickers to his girlfriend's own cold hands) all of your upper body.
It comes back to you that you're the only one shirtless, with your skinny frame unprotected from soft touches, and your hands persistently find its way to his tie.
You barely acknowledge the tongue darting around your mouth.
As you pull at the knot on his tie, he pushes off of you and almost growls.
"Stop." He says and presses his mouth firmly against yours. You struggle, ignoring him (you can't stop, you're just so close), and throw the tie to the side.
You quickly make work of unbuttoning his shirt and you keep your mouth pressed firmly on his (his sweet tastingly delectable perfect mouth of his).
You miss the unbuckling of your belt and drop of your pants but you don't miss the rip of your boxers(you wonder if he knows how expensive those were) and nearly freak out. But the feeling of fingers brushing slightly across your body makes you forget instantly. His finger sent a much more pleasant shiver up your spine. You're tempted to run your own fingers against the slight bulge pressing against your thigh but resist.
Then his hand stopped.
"Shit. Piper and I were supposed to meet." You notice how he was already at the door and pretend it doesn't sting a little bit (it feels like you've been crushed in an avalanche).
"Yeah it's cool. Same time, next time?" You say coolly, avoiding his eyes.
"Yeah. "
You don't hear the door when you cry into your hands, thinking about what you've done and will do again and again and again.
(But there's still that little part of you that doesn't regret it at all.)
A/N: Just something I happened to have in my folder
*laughs because this used to be about a straight pairing, but look it's now gay hahaha take that homophobes*
