Ike attempted to pull away from Firkle, but Firkle tightened his grip on Ike's shoulders. Ike looked back at Firkle concernedly. "Is something wr...?" Firkle flushed as Ike's eyes went down lower, and lower-

"Ike-" then suddenly, Ike's mouth was back on Firkle's. Firkle collapsed back against the wall behind him, wrapping his arms tightly around Ike's neck.

Firkle bit at Ike's lip and whined. Ike immediately lifted Firkle off the ground, pushing him even further against the wall.

Ike could barely contain himself with Firkle so obviously and evidently wanting him- it's was crazy-

"Ike-" Firkle gasped, throwing his head back, "Oh- please-" Firkle's hands slid down over Ike's chest slowly, before tightly gripping his hoodie.

"Firkle-" Ike gasps back, grinding into Firkle as he felt Firkle's thighs up. Ike takes a deep breath, trying to recollect himself. Firkle, however, wasn't making it easy.

Firkle tightened his grip on Ike's jacket and ground his hips forcibly - and hotly - against Ike's.

"Firkle," Ike repeated, attempting to sound totally unaffected, by failing miserably. "We shouldn't- we're at sc-"

"Ike," Firkle interrupted, "fuck me. Fuck me now."

That was really all Ike needed to hear.