(Pete)

"Is your brother leaving school again to see his boyfriend?" Patrick asked as he walked up behind me. Watching Brendon walk through the doors of the school.

"Yeah."

"You know, he's done that a lot this week. I'm supposed to write him up."

"I'm not stopping you." I shrugged. I would love to see Brendon's face while he got in trouble with the school for the first time. He would probably cry.

Patrick turned to walk into his classroom. I followed behind him. Making sure to shut the door. He walked to the front of the room, sitting on the edge of his desk. I approached him slowly.

"Aren't you going to lunch today?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know I'm not going to lunch."

"Oh?" He smirked. "Why not?"

"Because I'd much rather spend this forty minutes with my extremely attractive boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Patrick repeated. The humor clear in his voice. "Is that what I am?"

"Hell yes, that's what you are." I stopped in front of him. Positioning myself between his legs. My hands resting on his desk on either side of his thighs.

"Are we going to write notes and hold hands in the hall? Maybe even steal a few kisses between classes?"

"Is that what boyfriend's did back when you were in highschool?"

"I wouldn't know." He pursed his lips in consideration. "I didn't have a boyfriend in highschool. Or a girlfriend. Now that I think of it, I didn't have any friends."

"Aww." I rubbed his knees gently. "Was my poor boyfriend a loser in highschool?"

"Bite me." He laughed.

"I can show you what boyfriends do in school."

"Can you, now?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Mhm." I nodded slowly. I let my hands slide from his knees to his thighs. "It starts off like this."

"Yeah?" His smile darkened. "And then what?"

"And then it goes to this." I leaned over to press my lips against the skin of his neck. Patrick tilted his head back to give me better access.

"And then what?" He breathed the words.

"And then back to the hands." I slid my hands up until they were sneaking onto his stomach. Under the cardigan and the shirt he was wearing. His skin felt so warm against my cold hands. But Patrick didn't shiver or complain.

"And then?" He practically mouthed the words. His eyes fluttering shut.

I smiled. I had him right where I wanted him. In the same place he always had me. If the roles were reversed, this is were he would start pulling away and laughing. Leaving me wanting and annoyed. And I was prepared to do the same thing to him, but I couldn't. That's why he was so good at teasing me to the brink. Because I was so fucking needy. There was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to go as far as possible with him.

"And then you just do whatever feels... Good."

I was still speaking agaisnt his skin because I refused to separate myself from him. My hands rubbed their way up to this chest. My thumbs flicking over his nipples. He shivered then. I wanted to do a little victory dance but I didn't have the time to waste. The only thought running through my head was go as far as possible as fast as possible.

Patrick wasn't usually the submissive so this might be my only chance. I bit down on the part of his neck I'd been kissing for so long. Earning myself a prizewinning moan. Because any moan that came from Patrick's mouth was prizewinning.

My hands began making their journey back to the south of his body. Pausing at the button of his pants. I hesitated for a second; giving him a chance to stop me. But I sort of knew he wouldn't. He was too focused on what was happening with my mouth. I undid his pants. Unzipping them very carefully. The only move he made was lifting his hips up slightly. Making it easier for me to slide the pants down.

I wasn't stupid enough to try and fully undress him while we were in school. I brought them down just below his ass. Just enough to free the part of him I wanted to touch more than anything.

But then I froze. This wasn't my forte. With girls I would probably be getting my dick sucked right now. And with guys, I was always in Patrick's position. I was always the one whose body was worshipped. Even when I topped, all the foreplay was done on me. But now I was swimming in foreign waters.

"Pete?" His voice was strained. I glanced up from his pants and was met with heated eyes. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I was just- uh. You know when I usually-"

One side of his mouth lifted into a mocking smile. "Whose the baby now?"

He slid himself back further on his desk. Knocking a few things over with the movement. I shouldn't have found it sexy, but I did. Extremely so. He beaconed me with the curve of his finger. So I climbed into his lap. Adjusting myself so that I was sitting directly on top of his dick. Patrick's hands came to rest on my hips. Pushing me down to increase the amount of pressure on himself. And just like that, the roles of power had switched.

"Patrick?"

We flinched in unison at the sound of the door slamming against the wall. I felt myself being grabbed off of Patrick before I had the time to look up. I got a one second glance at Andy and then his fist was pushing into my face. Stumbling back, my hands reached up to cover the aching cheek.

"Andy, stop!" Patrick rushed to my side. Trying to remove my hand from my face to inspect it. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I got home early and tried to surprise my boyfriend on his lunch break. What the hell are you doing?"

"I-I was-"

"You were about to screw this student."

"Please." Patrick held up his hands in a begging motion. "Please keep your voice down."

"Keep my voice down?" He repeated in disgust. "You're fucking sick. He's just a kid. Do you have any idea how wrong that is?!"

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

"I-I-It's-"

"Exactly." He gave us one final look before walking out of the classroom. Slamming the door behind him.