As he lay cooling, Rick found the strength to shove the punk off of him, and Vyvyan rolled to the side languidly.
"I still don't like you, Vyvyan," the anarchist mumbled moodily, as he did his flies back up with damp fingers. The medical student sighed blissfully, distracting himself with pulling increasingly hard on Rick's greasy pigtail to see how painful it would be for the brunette.
Rick tried to ignore him, fumbling one hand to his desk and plucking a bunch of tissues from a box, looking highly displeased as he cleaned himself up, tossing one carelessly to the punk.
Vyvyan grinned fiendishly as he held up his wrist, sticky with semen, and pretended to lick it.
Rick's face was one of utter horror, and he spluttered, aghast. "VYVYAN THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Relenting, the punk cleaned himself up, still grinning to himself. "When you've got your breath back we can go for round two," he said calmly.
Rick snapped, practically frothing at the mouth. "FOR GOD'S SAKES NO, VYVYAN!"
"Why not?" the punk replied, one curious finger rubbing Rick's left nipple experimentally. "You seemed to enjoy the first one."
Tutting, the anarchist fumed silently, watery blue eyes glaring at the investigative punk's finger, which was trailing over his chest and stomach.
"What are you doing?"
"Exploring," came the distracted reply.
Rick let out a short, humourless laugh. "I don't know why Vyvyan, you've probably been 'exploring' yourself three times a day for the last two years."
The punk ignored the jibe, seemed to hesitate a little, finger paused, then he slowly, awkwardly pecked Rick on the cheek, just under his eye.
The anarchist was still scowling as Vyvyan pulled back, but didn't make a move to avoid the punk, whose body was pressed tightly against his on the narrow bed.
Encouraged, Vyvyan kissed him again on the corner of the mouth, his hand wandering over Rick's abdomen, feeling it twitch at the touch.
Rick turned his head very slightly and caught the next peck on his mouth, closing his eyes lightly and sighing raggedly as the punk began to palm his crotch once more, the anarchist shuddering as his still sensitive and pulsing shaft was groped through his jeans.
Vyvyan pulled back once more, watching Rick's face intently, as he slowed, then stopped his hand completely.
Rick's watery blue eyes opened, eyelids sheened with perspiration, and looked at him questioningly.
The punk picked up one of Rick's languid hands and brought it to his own bare chest. Getting the hint, Rick ran his fingers over the punk's sternum, for the first time taking a proper look at him. His skin was ghostly-white and almost totally hairless, and his body was surprisingly slim. His dark pink nipples stood out on his milky chest, and just under his waistband, his hipbones peaked slightly.
As he dusted his fingers over the punk's soft stomach, the punk flinched hard and cleared his throat awkwardly. Intrigued, Rick tickled him lightly, smirking as Vyvyan wriggled and tried to bat away his hand.
"Who would have thought it, Vyvyan's ticklish," the anarchist teased.
"One word and you're dead, poof," the punk murmured, blushing a little.
Rick grinned to himself, trailing his fingers lazily up to Vyvyan's throat, feeling his heightened heartbeat pulsing against his fingertips, then down his upper arms. He avoided going anywhere near the punk's hands. Frowning thoughtfully, he moved to tap and circumvent one of the bright silver star studs with a fingernail, then lifted the heavy solid padlock resting on his chest. He glanced at Vyvyan's face, the punk staring right back at him, and noted the light smattering of pink acne scars on his cheeks, before finally toying with the stiff, gelled peaks of his tri-hawk.
Content with the attention, Vyvyan went back to massaging Rick's thighs and crotch, eyes on the sallow-skinned anarchist's reactions. Rick's eyelids were heavy and he sighed quietly as the punk undid his flies once more, easing his jeans down. Pulling off the red suede boots, he removed his jeans and underwear completely. The anarchist looked uncomfortable as Vyvyan knelt beside him, taking hold of him and pumping slowly, but he soon relaxed under the firm attention, groaning breathlessly.
Rick shuddered, pleasure throbbing through him, his climax building slower and more intensely than before.
The punk was desperately aroused, and shifted slightly. He hesitated, then moved his other hand, which had been planted on Rick's hips to stop him bucking too much, to his mouth. Sucking on one finger, he waited until the anarchist started making strangled noises, panting heavily, before pushing it hard inside the brunette.
The anarchist was silent for a few seconds, then let out a grating yell, arching his back, Vyvyan struggling to hold Rick still, and thrusting his finger sharply in and out of him.
"Oh, Vyv," the brunette wheezed, harshly pulling Vyvyan's fingers away from his shaft, and grabbing the punk's wrist roughly, forcing him deeper inside him. The medical student smirked and pounded his finger into the other boy, his wrist a blur as Rick sobbed, on the brink of ecstasy. Unknown to Vyyyan, he was thudding Rick's prostate hard, and it wasn't long before the anarchist fumbled to grip Vyvyan's spare hand, squeezing it tight with wet, hot fingers as he orgasmed, yelling hoarsely.
The punk tried with great difficulty to hold Rick still, his hips bucking violently, his untouched shaft spurting seed up to his chest and throat. Vyvyan began to pull out his finger, and the anarchist yowled in frustration, forcing him back inside for a few moments to massage away the dizzying aftershocks.
Afterwards, soaked in sweat and sighing greedily, the anarchist twitched and shivered, eyes lightly closed and expression blissful.
Vyvyan's hand was still being held tight in Rick's, and he gave the damp fingers a little squeeze as he pulled out. On impulse, he swiped a thumb through the cooling seed on Rick's chest , and had a discreet little taste before beginning to blot the anarchist clean with tissue.
Rick was grinning clownishly as he sat up, panting hard. Vyvyan shifted towards him, absolutely aching with lust and desperate for release.
"Rick, can I…" he murmured, breathlessly trying to part the anarchist's legs.
Rick jumped and frowned. "No, Vyvyan," he said flatly, watching the punk's face fall as he groaned in disappointment. The flame-haired medical student tried again, more forcefully, panting in need.
"VYVYAN!" The anarchist snapped at him, pushing him off.
"I just need…" the punk murmured, face reddening. Rick sighed and reached to Vyvyan's flies, pulling them wide open and grabbing him, rubbing quickly.
The punk whimpered slightly, kissing Rick sloppily on the cheek. The anarchist was expressionless as he finished the punk off.
Vyvyan came quietly, gasping against the brunette, holding his waist for support.
Rick got off the bed and dressed silently as Vyvyan shakily found his T-shirt and jacket and pulled them back on.
"Um, Rick? Are we…?"
"Are we what, Vyvyan?" The anarchist snapped back.
"Nothing," the punk replied quietly, frowning as Rick opened his door and stood by it expectantly, glaring at him.
"You can go now, Vyvyan," the brunette said flatly.
Bristling, the punk stood defiantly, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and firing one up rebelliously. Taking a deep drag, he stomped over to the brunette and promptly shoved the burning end into Rick's neck.
Vyvyan thundered out of the room to the sound of the anarchist's furious, agonised screams.