Title: A+
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Timeline: B/f the Journey.
Summary: A certain schoolteacher, a locked classroom, and a Gojyo. Must I say more?
A/n: Porn! It's definitely porn.
Hakkai, sitting on a corner of his desk, his long legs crossed at the knees, one hand braced behind him while the other is held out in front and is curled inward, invites the redhead standing outside his classroom door to come in.
He places his finger over his mouth to let the other man know that he must be quiet, but Gojyo doesn't really understand the need for quiet when the little teeny-boppers have already scampered off to lunch and there's a good twenty minutes before they come back. Although Gojyo can't seem to complain on much of anything right now, not with Hakkai sitting on his desk and looking all kinds of kinky.
"Gojyo can you lock the door behind you."
Jackpot.
"I am so horny." Gojyo breaths out relieved that he doesn't have to suffer another second. He doesn't even try to hide his reasons for the visit as he gets his hands on the brunette's waist and pulls him to the edge of the desk and goes in for a kiss.
"Down boy." Hakkai says mock seriously and he suddenly has Gojyo by the ear.
"Ow, c'mon."
Hakkai tugs his ear and then lets go. "You have to address me properly when I'm in the classroom." Hakkai smiles as he finishes and it's like Gojyo's bargaining with the devil.
"Yes sensei." He says, and somehow it doesn't sound that respectable, especially when Gojyo is already slipping his hands under the man's knees. Hakkai gives him a chastising look, before Gojyo, grinning like an idiot lifts and has Hakkai, prim and proper in his neatly pressed pants and shirt, on his back, knees in the air.
Hakkai, throwing his hands out, grabs both sides of the desk, while Gojyo already fitting himself inside, clamps his mouth firmly on the white, soft throat in front of him as he thrusts into the warm body below .
They're making a lot of noise, but they don't really care, as they've done this in the classroom on more than one occasion and in many a public place. No one has walked in on them yet, so they can't complain about topography.
When they finish and Gojyo pants back to earth, he unclenches his death grip on Hakkai's waist and unwinds the brunette's legs from around his back.
Hakkai, sitting up and fixing his clothes, smoothing his hands over the now wrinkled front of his shirt and straightening his glasses—they stayed on this time—breaths out a contented sigh. "You get an A+ for effort." The brunette says, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole thing, but failing as it comes out more breathless. He's still sitting on his desk because he doesn't trust himself to walk right now. His throat must sound a mess, and he's not sure if he can teach his afternoon class like this.
"Don't I get an A for technique too?" Gojyo asks and he looks to be in about the same predicament as his friend.
"I don't give grades out, I'll have you know. You have to earn them, but I think you'll be up to the task of extra credit."
Gojyo, smirking at the brunette at his side can't help but like where this is going.
End.