Kevin's POV –

I approached Stan who was sitting a an isolated desk, away from other students in the Science lab. There was no doubt whatsoever, he'd been waiting on me; his study buddy.

I walked in front of the desk and placed my balled up fists on the table before the smirking noirette.

"Good morning Kevin." Stan greeted causing me to chuckle.

"What?!" Stan asked, not playing dumb but really in wonderment as to what he'd done to make me laugh?

I laughed again playing on his paranoia, removing my fists from in front of him I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Kevin… are you sure that's how you're addressing me today?" I quizzed. Stan cocked his head as I shook mine and grinned.

"Oh Kevin you're so fine, you're so fine….. etcetera. Then if memory serves me right you went on to sing a line that went.

You're my slut so suck me dry,

When you leave I wanna cry.

Dick and balls shoved in yo mouth.

I swear they're sweet like apple pie." I sung out, adding the fairy like hops and dance moves I'd watched Stan throw in while ad libbing the lyrics to a classic song last night.

Stan sat open mouthed in utter disbelief.

"You weren't meant to witness any of that." He finally explained. I slumped in the seat next to my lab partner.

"Let's just get through class, then we'll talk." I stated as the teacher entered and demanded our full and undivided attention.

Stans POV –

Kevin had seen my whole song and dance about the crush I had on him last night. Now I realize I probably shouldn't have been singing about him, making up explicitly vulgar subject matter regarding him when bored. But he was the only thought that seemed to fill the void inside my head. I had to release some of the pressure building up within or I knew I'd explode with it all in the most inappropriate way imaginable.

The class went on, and on, and fucking on. Uneventfully as Mr Simmons droned on about shit no one gave a fuck about as well as the shit we didn't need to know. I mean fucking seriously, who in their life would need to know bullshit about space, time molecules or whatever the fuck her just mentioned. Nerds, I suppose. But I was fortunately not a fucking Melvin nerd and had more on my mind than science. I needed to talk to Kevin and find out the usual spiel.

I'm not gay….

I'm flattered but honey, I got a boyfriend who treats me right now….

And my all-time favourite usually said when the other party brandishes a bottle of holy water and a sign of the cross.

Stay the fuck away from me faggot and if you come near me, I'll break every bone in you ass bandit body. Got that?.

It had been almost an hour of Mr Simmons talking about crap. If he ever said anything worth noting, I just knew I'd die from shock.

Kevin shot me a cheeky smirk which I'd definitely noticed. Fuck, he was cute, and not just any cute. The type of cute where he looks as he could pass for normal but behind closed doors I knew Kevin was the type of lover who could lay in your arms all night as you sucked each others cocks dry.

Kevin quickly glanced away back toward the teacher who I couldn't believe was still yapping.

I noticed Kevin shoot my another devilish grin. I smiled back softly trying not to let Mr Simmons know we were communicating. Then I felt it, Kevins hand on my thigh. I swallowed hard and jumped out of my seat at the revelation.

"Mr Marsh, since you want to interrupt my class can you answer the question at hand?" Simmons ordered. I glanced to Kevin, who shrugged as he began to sketch a cock on his notebook.

"The answer is seven, sir." I answered.

Simmons glared at me, eyes blazing with pure contempt for my existence.

"Lucky guess Marsh…. Take your seat." Simmons ushered as he sat back atop his desk, cross legged.

I fell back into my seat, to feel Kevins hand return to my thigh immediately.

I looked toward Kevin who was still staring forward toward the teacher and board notes. I cleared my throat softly hoping to grab his attention, to no avail. Kevin just kept doodling in his notebook, staring forward with his hand on my thigh.

After a prolonged period where I couldn't focus I felt Kevin move his hand, up a little higher and unzip my jeans. I stared downward as his hand slipped inside my pants and he began softly stroking my engorged member. I sighed loudly, getting a dirty look from Simmons. I placed my hand up and cleared my throat once more, hoping Simmons would drop it, assuming my noise was caused by a tickle in my throat.

Kevins strokes became his entire grasp wrapped around my dick, pulling it softly. I clutched at the table and whimpered like a cheap whore as I began losing myself to the delight of Kevins hand inside my pants.

Simmons pushed his glasses to the tip of his nose, staring over the frames toward me.

"Ok Marsh, it seems you want to disrespect my class for the second time today…. Please divulge what is so important you're wimpering and making a spectacal for the class." He interrogated.

I let out a louder moan once Simmons finally shut up. Kevin hadn't missed a beat during that speech and I felt I was close to exploding in his hand.

Kevins free hand shot into the air as Simmons stared me down. The crochety old teachers glance turned to Kevin. Kevin smirked.

"Sir, it's not Stans fault…." He stated. The teacher eyed him confused.

"What are you taking about Mr Stoley?" Simmons quizzed. Kevin looked to me, at this point my eyes were rolled back in my head and I was groaning and moaning up a storm.

"I mean, he's acting odd cuz I'm jacking him off under the desk….Sir."Kevin announced.

With one loud whorish moan, I came in Kevins hand. He quickly plucked it from my pants as my upper body toppled forward and my face landed against the desk, a big cheesy smirk spread across my expression.

Simmons came over yo see my flaccid dick hanging from my jeans under the table. He snatched at Kevins hands and his face screwed up into a glare of disgust. Whispers from the other pupils sounded around us as I swear I heard Simmons blood boil within him.

"Stoley, Marsh….. to the principals office."