John wants to get frisky at the mall. When Dirk refuses, he gets his revenge.
While they don't technically bang, John is a huge tease, so this chapter could be considered NSFW.

You're at a huge mall with John by your side, wondering why the hell you agreed to this.

John's about to start college and said that he needed some new clothes. Being the nice guy you are, you let him whine until you agreed to take him here. But so far, he hasn't seemed like he's actually looking for clothes.

In fact, it seems like he's teasing you - and the workers.

You sit in the third store so far, pinching the bridge of your nose. John's found some pants and is in the change room across from you. Before this one, he's been asking you for unnecessary help, and being an innocent blockhead. You both know that he's not, not after dating you, but it's definitely getting to you.

This time he comes out shirtless in blue skinny jeans (since when did the kid wear skinny jeans?) and stretches. The hug his ass nicely, and the employee that's walking past nearly trips from staring. You glare at him, and your expression sends him scurrying away.

John calls him back, asking for his opinion innocently, making suggestive poses. You grit your teeth as jealousy rises up in you. The employee is stuttering and making vague comments, trying not to seem flirtatious. You get up, tense.

"Thanks, I think we can take it from here," you say flatly. He nods quickly and runs off.

You push John into the changeroom and follow him, closing the door behind you. He's smirking at you.

"Trying to pull something, kid?" you say, knowing he doesn't like the name very much. He wrinkles his nose before shaking his head.

You take a few steps forward until your chests are almost flushed. "You sure? Because it seems to me that you're trying to get me to do something."

He looks up at you with wide eyes. "What do you mean?"

You raise an eyebrow, indicating that no, you are not having his shit today. He pouts. "Well, maybe I am. Does it matter?"

You bend down until your lips are at his ear , making him shiver. "Tell me what you want like a good whore," you whisper hotly, and he covers his mouth so he doesn't outright moan. You know every one of his kinks, every little thing that makes him tick, and you'll be damned if you don't use them against him.

"I-" He starts off a little too loudly, and you cut him off.

"You gotta be quieter than that. You want the nice customers to hear and have us kicked out before you get satisfied, leaving you needy but unable to do anything?"

His hands clenched and he bites his knuckle, shaking his head. "I want you to claim me; I want you to fuck me hard," he whispers, a blush sprouting on his cheeks.

You stand there for a moment and God do you want to.

"I think I'll pass," you say nonchalantly, slouching against the door. His mouth drops open.

"What?"

"I'm not really in the mood right now. Maybe later."

"So help me -"
"How many times do I have to say it? I ain't helping you with your little problem down there."

You smirk at his incredulous face and walk out. He doesn't tease you the rest of the day.

Unfortunately, you find that he knows your kinks too; because later, when Dave is staying at a friend's house and you're watching tv, John strolls into the room in blue thigh highs, panties, one of your shirts, and a pair of bunny ears that you got him as a gag gift last Christmas.

You don't even bother taking him back to your room.