As the bell rang, Yohan got up quickly, shooting Robin a look before sauntering out of the classroom.

      Shit, alright, he wants to speak to me after... but why? I'll see him loads today... Maybe he doesn't want me to come to band practice and wants to talk to me without Jemma around. Fuck.

     Jumping to his feet, Robin navigated the swarms of students in the corridors, making their way to their first lessons of the day. Luckily, he just about managed to follow Yohan a few steps behind, his tall figure easily noticeable through the crowds.

     As Yohan turned a corner, Robin's heart began drumming rapidly as he realised he had walked through the doors to the boy's toilet. With a quick glance around, Robin darted inside after him.

     Luckily, aside from Yohan, the toilets were vacant, and Robin let out a small sigh of relief. He watched as Yohan kicked the two cubicle doors, ensuring they were empty before he turned to Robin.

     "Yohan I– I'm sorry about the band practice thing, but." But before Robin could finish, Yohan grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pushed him into one of the cubicles, closing the door behind him as he leaned in and kissed Robin with a feverish desire.

     As their lips locked for the third time, Robin didn't hesitate to reciprocate. He let Yohan push him against the precarious plastic wall and immediately kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined almost immediately as Robin let out soft moans into Yohan's mouth, gripping the stiff denim on his back and pulling him closer.

     The boys were locked in a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together as Robin was firmly pressed against the wall and Yohan loomed over him. Yohan's hands gripping the collar of his shirt, shifted to cradle Robin's cheek with one hand, while lacing his fingers through the back of Robin's hair, tilting his head to one side. His lips parted from Robin's, then descended towards his neck.

     "Yohan I– I'm going to be— be late for— Sociology," Robin said breathlessly as Yohan started to nibble slightly at Robin's neck, small licks escaping from his mouth as his tongue traced the side of Robin's nape, causing Robin to shiver slightly, his grip tightening on the course denim.

     "Hmm–" Yohan murmured as he continued to kiss Robin up and down.

     "Seriously, I have to—I have to go," Robin managed to say as he lightly pushed Yohan off him.

     Yohan looked down at him, his lips shimmered slightly with wetness and his cheeks were flushed as he looked Robin up and down with his eyes.

     "Might want to calm down a bit first," Yohan said with a smirk, his head gesturing at the obvious tent in Robin's trousers.

     Robin could feel a heat rising in his cheeks as he quickly tried to cover his crotch with one hand.

     "I, uh—yeah!" Robin said this in a flustered panic as he broke eye contact with Yohan.

     Yohan let out a soft chuckle as turned and slid the lock open. Robin shuffled back, his heart still beating rapidly, as the stall door creaked open. He watched as Yohan peeked his head out, looking around the bathroom quickly before opening it fully and stepping out.

     "Alright, I'll see you later, yeah?" Yohan said, shooting Robin a warm smile, his lips a slightly rosy colour from their antics moments before.

     "Yeah... see you, Yohan."

     Did he really just ask me to meet me here to... to kiss me?

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      "Robin?" Class started ten minutes ago." His sociology teacher, Miss Lewis, was giving him a look as sharp as her blonde bob, her arms crossed. Robin winced, feeling embarrassed that his attempt to slink into the room hadn't gone unnoticed.

     "Sorry Miss, it won't happen again," Robin said meekly. With a disapproving shake of her head, her eyes bore into him as he made his way to his seat next to Lucy. He ducked his head apologetically to his teacher as he settled in his chair. Over her shoulder, a picture of Karl Marx on the screen looked at him with an equally judgemental stare.

     "Right, where were we?" Miss Lewis tutted before turning to resuming her lesson.

     "Where were you? You're never late." Lucy spoke with a hushed voice as the teacher continued to go on.

     "I– uhh–" Robin began to say, feeling his face get flushed at the memory of what had happened in the bathroom.

     Well, you see, Lucy, Yohan, and I have started some sort of fucked-up affair behind Jemma's back. And well, he asked me to meet him in the toilets before class just so we could make out. You understand why I'm late then, right?

     "Just a bathroom emergency," Robin said as he opened his notebook, trying to bury his head in his work.

     "Hmm..." Lucy hummed in response, but Robin was certain he could still feel piercing eyes observing the side of his head.

     Was she looking at his neck? Robin had checked and rechecked his skin in the mirror for any marks left behind by careless teeth, but what if they had come to the surface on the two-minute walk to the classroom? His hands moved up to his collar, flicking it up casually, before his eyes ducked down to his work.

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     The rest of the school day dragged on, each minute ticking by like a slow-motion replay. He was grateful when Yohan decided to skip their usual lunch spot, sparing him from the awkwardness of pretending everything was normal after their earlier encounter. The thought of seeing Jemma and Yohan together made his stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and regret.

     By the time his final class, a free period, rolled around, Robin's mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts. He knew he should be focusing on catching up on coursework and studying, but the mere idea of being alone in a room with Yohan sent his heart racing in a different direction.

     Contemplating a detour to the library for some much-needed solitude and concentration, Robin's teenage hormones won out. He found himself drawn back to the empty politics room, where the familiar scent of old textbooks, cigarettes, and stale air enveloped him like a warm blanket.

     As he entered, his eyes immediately sought out Yohan, who sat at a desk in the corner. A small smile graced Yohan's lips as he noticed Robin's arrival, sending a flutter of anticipation through Robin's chest.

     "Hey,"

     "Hey,"

     Robin shuffled slightly where he stood.

     Do I sit in my normal spot, or do I go over to him? Is that too desperate?

      "Come over here," Yohan said, as his gaze seemed to look Robin up and down.

     "Um, okay," Robin replied as he made his way over to Yohan and sat down next to him. He felt his chest tighten and felt as though his heart was about to explode with how fast it was beating.

      Settling in the seat next to Yohan, not daring to look over at him, Robin had his hands sandwiched between his thighs as he shuffled slightly. In his peripheral vision, he should see Yohan shifting. When he looked over, he had his elbow resting on the table with his hand cradling his cheek. The smile he was expressing was somewhat sinister, but also quite sexy. His eyes were in slight slits as he looked at Robin.

     What the fuck does he want me to do? Surely, I should say something, and we should talk about it.

     "Look—" Robin managed to let out a slight squeak in the tone of his voice, his eyes cast away from Yohan as he stared down at his shoes on the floor. "I think—I think we should talk about it."

     "What is there to talk about?" Yohan responded in a tone Robin couldn't quite understand.

     "Like us, this? What is... this?"

      He heard a sigh exude from Yohan, as he seemed to let out a slight groan. Robin, allowing himself to look over at Yohan now, saw that he had leaned back in his chair, his body slumping as his eyes looked up to the ceiling.

     "This?" Yohan finally said after an agonising few seconds passed. "Look, I don't know, man."

     "What do you mean you don't know?" Robin replied.

      "I just don't know; I like this, I suppose," Yohan said, using one hand to gesture between the two of them.

     "So... Do you want this to like– carry on?"

    For fucks sake, why can't I just say it as it is? Why the fuck do we have to talk about it in some sort of code or riddles?

     Averting his gaze from the ceiling, Yohan leaned forward slightly as his eyes met Robin's. Though his expression was stern, the way his eyes shifted hinted at a softness beneath the surface.

     "Yeah–" Yohan said.

     "Well... but, Jemma-"

      Robin suddenly felt a hand resting on his thigh. "I'll sort it," Yohan said, cutting him off bluntly. Looking deep into Robin's eyes, he felt the grip on his thigh squeeze slightly. Yohan seemed to be moving closer and closer towards him.

     "Okay," Robin said breathlessly as Yohan leaned in and planted a kiss right on Robin's lips for the second time that day.