The warmth enveloping Robin's body was all-consuming—a tidal surge that left no room for anything else as Yohan pressed himself closer. Robin allowed the initial wave of shock to sweep through him, surrendering to the magnetic pull of the kiss. Yohan's hands, which had initially cradled Robin's face, slid down and wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer. In response, Robin's hands lifted and he grabbed a small fistful of Yohan's shirt, as if trying to anchor himself in the sea of sensations.

     Robin parted his lips in an unspoken invitation, and Yohan's tongue slipped into his mouth, initiating a dance between them that unfolded with a choreography only they shared. The cold touch of Yohan's lip piercing added a contrasting element, a tantalising mix of sensations that heightened the intensity of the kiss.

    The tangy taste of cigarettes, subtly laced with a hint of mint, enveloped Robin's mouth as he hungrily kissed Yohan. He kept his eyes shut, surrendering to the sensory experience, feeling the occasional brush of Yohan's hair against his face. In the cocoon of the moment, it seemed as if they moved in perfect synchronicity, their bodies attuned to each other's unspoken desires.

    The sparks that had ignited during their initial encounter now seemed to burn even brighter, intensified by Yohan's words of confirmation—a declaration that he wanted this, that he wanted Robin. Each stolen breath and shared heartbeat added to the crescendo of their connection, the world outside the embrace fading into insignificance.

    In the quiet confines of the empty classroom, the two boys became entangled in each other's embrace. Robin let out a soft moan as he felt Yohan's fingers dig into his skin, a subtle desperation threading through the movements. It was as if they had been waiting a lifetime for this moment to happen again, the pent-up desire and yearning spilling into the kiss.

    As the passionate exchange continued, Robin stumbled backward, their steps guided by the invisible force drawing them together. The edge of a table halted their movement, and Robin, fuelled by a surge of desire, hoisted himself up slightly, wrapping his legs around Yohan's midriff. The classroom, once empty and silent, now bore witness to the intimate symphony of their rekindled connection, each stolen moment heightening the tension and deepening the emotions that bound them together.

     Robin let go of Yohan's shirt and let his hands be guided to Yohan's back. Through his shirt, he could feel every ridge and bump of his muscles, grabbing onto the back of his shirt as he attempted to pull Yohan even closer. Yohan let out a stifled moan as he pressed further into Robin. Their bodies were so close that Robin could feel something hard pressing against him.

    Whatever Yohan had hidden beneath those jeans was rock solid. In the rhythm of this kiss, Yohan grinded himself slightly against Robin, causing Robin to whimper ever so slightly, his own hips moving slightly involuntarily. Yohan's hands explored up Robin's back as his hands reached the nape of Robin's neck, his fingers slightly entangled in the hair at the back of his head as he grabbed onto the short strands, causing Robin's head to point upwards slightly as Yohan leaned deeper into the kiss.

    The classroom's silence was filled with their kisses, with the subtle moans from both boys evoking the desperate passion that enveloped the room's atmosphere. Robin's mind was on fire, completely engrossed in the kiss with the boy he had longed for for so long. Yohan's movements seemed desperate; each grasp, push, grind, and moan was filled with a desperate plea for closeness.

    The bell interrupted their passionate entanglement, shattering the world they had created in the private confines of the room. They broke away from this kiss, still wrapped in each other's embrace. Robin's eye darted across Yohan's face, trying desperately to decipher his thoughts. Yohan's face was soft, and his lips red from their activity, which had a small smile stuck on them.

     "I... I better go to lunch," Robin muttered, his whole face feeling incredibly hot, embarrassment washing over him as he felt Yohan still pressed up against him. He broke his eyes away and focused on a stain on the carpet as he untangled his legs from around his waist and let them dangle from the table. "Are you going to come?"

    "Nah... I think I'll stay here," Yohan said, his hands still in Robin's hair as he looked down at him. "You could stay... with me?"

     "I better not—the group will wonder where I am... and Jemma–"

    "Let's not talk about her." Yohan interjected, stepping back slightly, causing their bodies to disconnect, and looking away for a split second. "And can you, like, not tell anyone about this?"

     "Oh, of course!" Robin exclaimed, waving his hands in the air slightly. "I don't—people don't know I'm..."

     "You don't need to tell me." Yohan smiled at him, warmth spreading across his face.

     "Oh, okay," Robin responded as he hopped off the table and went over to collect his belongings. His heart was still racing in his chest as he felt Yohan's eyes on him from the other side of the room. He placed his rucksack on his back and walked over to the door. His hand grasped the door handle.

    Robin turned back to look at Yohan, who was now picking out another cigarette from the carton by the window. Their eyes met.

    "See you in English," Yohan said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

    "Yeah, see you."

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

     Robin contemplated skipping his usual lunch spot today, his whole being still caught in a whirlwind of shock and amazement. He knew avoiding it would raise questions within the group. Despite the lingering emotional state, a giddy sensation propelled him through the corridor towards the playground.

     Seated at the lunch table, he found himself struggling to keep up with the group's casual conversation. In his customary seat next to Jemma, he anticipated a surge of guilt or self-directed anger. However, each time those emotions threatened to surface, his body conjured the memory of Yohan's closeness, the tingling sensation overwhelming any potential blame.

    And, it's not like Yohan and Jemma are even officially dating.

     Robin's distracted mind seemed to make lunch go by in a flash, and before he knew it, he was entering the English classroom for his next lesson. The knowledge that Yohan would be there sent little butterflies to envelop his stomach. Taking his usual seat, he arranged his belongings neatly on the desk. A wide smile spread across his face as he sat upright, eagerly staring at the door. The butterflies seemed to flap harder with each person that entered, hoping that the tall, dark, curly-haired boy would appear.

     Finally, the sight his heart had been yearning for entered the room. Yohan sauntered in with a slight swagger, their eyes locking. Robin couldn't help a large grin escaping his lips as he looked at the boy—those lips that had been on his only an hour earlier. Yohan reciprocated the smile, making his way over to Robin and settling into his seat. The air in the room seemed to crackle with newfound energy as they exchanged glances and smiles.

     "Hey, um, how was lunch?" Robin managed to muster up the words, his face hot with nerves and excitement as he glanced over at Yohan sat next to him.

    "It was okay," he said, turning to Robin.

     "Right class! Settle down!" Mr. Baker interrupted before Robin could respond. As the teacher got into the general rhythm of the class, setting them their tasks for the lesson and poetry extracts they would be reading today. At the back of the class, the two boys sat. Yohan has seemed to shuffle his chair to the closer position that they had sat in before. Robin could feel the presence of Yohan's knee next to his own, as if little electric sparks were flying between them with a desperation for closeness—for touch.

     While the class continued, the familiar touches that had previously occurred under the table resurfaced. But the notice carried a purpose this time. Yohan broke the disconnect and let their legs meet under the table. Leaning slightly on Robin's own knee with a slight pressure. Each time Robin looked over at Yohan, he was met with a slight smile in his direction, and Yohan's cheeks were adorned with a subtly rosy colour.

     With his head down, Robin tried desperately to scrutinise the poetry text in front of him. However, while attempting to ignore the feeling of Yohan's leg pressed up against his own, movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention. Looking up, Yohan had slid a small piece of paper across the table to Robin. Yohan, not looking at Robin, appeared deeply distracted with whatever he was reading, ignoring his action of passing the note.

     Taking his opportunity, while the class was engrossed in their work and Mr. Baker had his brow furrowed reading something on the computer, Robin took the note and slid his hands into his lap. He unfolded the crease on the paper one fold at a time, his hands trembling slightly. The paper had numbers scrawled on it, the lines sharp and harsh with Yohan's handwriting.

     His... number?

    Robin looked up at Yohan, hoping he would get some sort of reaction. But Yohan just continued to not acknowledge him, as he wrote something down in his notebook.

    Does that mean he wants me to text him? Surely, right? Otherwise, why would he give me his number?

    Robin slipped the note into the deep confines of his front pocket and attempted to get back to the task at hand. The words in front of the page seemed to blur with his vision. Each time he tried to refocus, his mind would wonder back to their moment in the classroom. Yohan's words, his touch, and his desperation for the kiss. And what those actions meant between them now.

     As the bell reverberated through the air to signal the end of class, chairs scrabbled across the wooden floor as students got up to get ready to leave. Yohan stood, disconnecting their legs once again and collecting his belongings. Before he left the classroom, he shot Robin a small smile before disappearing out of sight. 

A/N

Hi everyone! Me again! 

Its been so lovely to see the positive feedback I've received so far for this story (even with Yohan being a bit of a dick at the moment). I just want to say I'm grateful for every single one of you who clicks on my new chapters each week <3 means the world to me! I'm so excited for you to read more and to see the tribes and tribulations that Robin and Yohan go through next haha x 

~ Plastic Flowers