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Warning: Rated M


Nate was in his room, depositing all his study stuff from the afternoon's lessons on his desk. He really wasn't in the mood for this afternoon's Warblers practice.

It wasn't that he didn't like the Warblers, or the singing, or the dancing, it was a completely separate problem. Nate was horny.

Over the last couple of weeks since Valentine's Day, he had hardly had any proper alone time with Ryan. School work had suddenly piled up at different times for each boy, meaning that they often found themselves waiting for the other to finish an essay or quiz before a hasty makeout session before bedtime. These makeouts hadn't gone further than deep kissing due to work commitments, skyping family and other perfectly reasonable excuses.

He wasn't complaining, he just had such amazing mental images of Ryan's perfect naked body that kept going through his mind to drive him mad during boring lessons. But worst of all was Warbler practice. Not only did he get to see Ryan, but he had to watch him dance in front of him or beside him in formation. This did nothing to help him keep his hormonal body in check.

He sighed, selecting a fresh pair of boxer briefs which were most able to keep up with the demands of straining pants during the meeting and went into the bathroom to hurriedly release some tension and change.


The Warbler meeting was in full flow. The boys were in formation and were doing a run-through of I Want You Back, Sebastian doing an awesome job as lead.

To say Ryan was not doing so well was an understatement. He had the same predicament as Nate, but hadn't had the forethought to prepare himself for the meeting.

Ryan had been placed directly behind Nate in the line up. Jeff probably wanted to avoid any repeat of Nate's behaviour in Glad You Came, but he didn't bank on how it makes me feel. He thought, gulping as he stared at Nate's wiggling ass. This routine was relentless with bending, wiggling, thrusting and shimmying, all within direct reach of Ryan.

Now he knew exactly what was under those grey pants he wasn't doing very well at stopping the mental images of Nate standing under the shower spray the night he was punched. Ryan's eyes darkened to almost black as he remembered how the water hit Nate's upturned face and cascaded down over his soft skin and toned muscles, snaking it's way through the dark hair scattered over his chest, leading in a trail down to his...

"Ryan? Are you okay?" Jeff's voice singled him out from the front.

Oh my god, I'm getting hard and there is no way I can cope with another run through of this torture. He made up an excuse on the spot, holding his hand to his mouth. At times like this it was good that he was naturally pale.

"M'sorry! Feel... sick!" He bolted for the door, knowing that Nate would be worried and follow him soon. It was best if he didn't know Ryan was faking.


Sure enough, Nate was excused from the rest of the meeting to go after his boyfriend to check on him. Ryan had obviously run for his room, as there was no sign of him in the corridor. He quickly made his way to his boyfriend's room, hoping he hadn't locked it so he could see if he was okay.

Nate knocked quickly once before bursting into the room and heading for the bathroom, expecting to hear Ryan being unwell.

He didn't expect to be grabbed and spun around as soon as he set foot in the room. Ryan slammed the door behind him and locked it, before shoving Nate up against it and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Nate kissed back eagerly, grabbing Ryan's ass and squeezing firmly, holding him flush against him. Their hips met and Nate could immediately feel exactly what was wrong with Ryan. He broke the kiss long enough to ask, "So, I guess you're not really sick, then?"

Ryan shook his head, smiling. "No, just unable to watch you dance in front of me for one more second without doing this." He dropped to his knees and started to hurriedly undo Nate's pants.

Nate's eyes flew open wide, before he let his head fall back on the door with a bang, clenching them shut in delightful anticipation as his body reacted in seconds to what Ryan was apparently about to do.

Ryan had never done this before, hell, Nate hadn't even done this to him yet, but at the moment he didn't care. He just knew what he wanted and he was just going to go with it and try. He ripped open Nate's pants, pulling them down hastily, before leaning to kiss his straining cock through his dark boxer briefs.

"Nnngh!" Nate cried out from above, desperately clutching at the door, as Ryan hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband and sent them south too, leaving his gorgeous boyfriend naked from knees to waist.

He thought to himself quickly, Go slow, no teeth and you'll be fine. He gazed hungrily at Nate's leaking, rock hard cock, before tenderly kissing the tip and licking his lips. Mmm, salty. He stuck his tongue out to lick gently round the head, lapping up the pre-come that was starting to drip. Nate was moaning constantly now.

He moved around Nate's cock to kiss at the base, his nose burying in the hair there and breathing deep as he marveled at the intoxicating scent of his boyfriend. He began to kiss up the length from there, amazed at how hot it felt against his lips. Every other kiss he lapped with his tongue too. When he got back to the tip he hesitantly opened his mouth and took just the head into his mouth to suck gently.

The noises Nate was making were making Ryan's blood rush to his own already rock hard cock, but he ignored it as his boyfriend was his only concern right now.

Encouraged by the moans and grunts from above and the trembling he could feel in Nate's legs, he gradually started to suck as he moved his head lower, taking him in, then drawing back before going lower still. He repeated this over and over, while his hands caressed Nate's thigh muscles, one hand creeping upwards to stroke at his balls.

Nate was in heaven. Never had anyone given him such an amazing blow job, in fact he had only had one before and it hadn't been great, too much grazing of teeth.

He couldn't help alternating between flinging his head back against the door and looking down, watching those luscious lips slide up and down his cock. Ryan's lips. The feel of Ryan's tongue caressing the underside of his cock and that delicious wet suction pulling at him was making his head swim.

He knew he was very close, so he tried to warn Ryan. He ran his hands through his boyfriend's silky red hair as he managed to choke out, "S-so cl-close, Ry. You don't have to... unghhh! Swallow." He couldn't concentrate any more and just let the sensations wash over him, release imminent.

Ryan carried on sucking. I want to see what it's like, so I'm going to try swallowing. He knew he had a tissue in his jacket pocket in case he gagged, so he gave one last swirl of his tongue against the underside of Nate's cock, sucking harder now, urging Nate to just let go.

The next thing he knew, Nate's cock twitched and his mouth filled with his boyfriend's warm, salty come. He swallowed a couple of times, carrying on sucking him slowly through his orgasm, before he gently let go, wiping his mouth. That didn't taste too bad, a bit bitter. He thought. He stood up, and wrapped his arms around Nate, helping him to stagger over to his bed to sit, pants still around his knees.

He pushed Nate flat on his bed and laid beside him, searching his eyes. "I hope that was okay?" He asked tentatively.

"Are you kidding me? That was freaking hot getting pounced on for a start, never mind how awesome you are at that! Your mouth! I can't even think straight!"

Ryan laughed at the compliments, his straining pants brushing against Nate's bare hip as he did so. Nate's eyes darkened as he sat up suddenly, reaching for Ryan's waistband.

He leant in to kiss Ryan deeply, leaning back to say, "My turn!"


Some time later, Nate and Ryan bumped into Jeff coming out of the cafeteria as they were heading in for some dinner.

"Hey, Ryan! You look a bit better now, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. However, Nate's cheshire-like grin was making him suspect the pair of deceit of somekind. Nothing I wouldn't do for Nick, Jeff thought to himself, smirking slightly.

"Yeah, I'm feeling better now, thanks Jeff. It must have been something I ate." Ryan suddenly realised what he had just said and knowing Nate only too well there was sure to be a lewd comment flying out of his mouth very soon. Jeff was obviously expecting the same, as he was biting his lip, trying not to let out a giggle.

To cut this off, he lifted his foot and stepped on Nate's toes, painfully enough to zip his boyfriend's mouth shut as he doubled over in surprise.

"Nate, I love you, but I swear by all that is holy if you open your mouth right now you'll regret it!"

Nate froze, mid hop cradling his toes, staring at Ryan. Ryan looked puzzled and turned to see an equally shocked look on Jeff's face, mixed with a smile. Why are they looking at me like that? Ryan looked back to Nate, then again at the blond Warbler. Jeff started to back away as discreetly as possible, making Ryan even more confused, as Nate finally spoke.

"What did you just say?" His blue gaze twinkled as he gazed adoringly at his boyfriend.

Ryan was getting irritated now. "Look, I'm sorry I stood on your foot, but you know full well you were about to say something crude!" He rolled his eyes. Nate approached him, circling his waist with his arms as he continued prompting Ryan, "No, that's not what I asked. I said, what did you just say?"

Ryan opened his mouth to speak then shut it. What did I say? Realisation dawned like a steam train and his eyes went wide and cheeks flushed bright red. Oh my god.

"Uh, er...nothing, I didn't say anything!" Ryan babbled, flustered.

Nate grinned from ear to ear, tightening his grip around the redheads waist as he picked him up and started swinging him round in circles.

"You love me! You love me! You love me, you love me, you love me!" Ryan was giggling now, Nate's hysteria was infectious. He finally lowered Ryan to the ground.

Ryan regained his footing, before becoming more serious as he gazed at his giddy boyfriend. He reached up to brush a stray lock of black hair from Nate's forehead as he said softly, "I love you, Nate. So much."

Nate surged forward to kiss Ryan deeply, before he pulled back to whisper. "I love you too, Ry."


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