Monday, February 10th

Before Eden could process what he had just said and done, lips were on his and a hand was pressed to the small of his back, forcing him forward until his hips met Kell’s.

The first shock was the instant answer to his question. All that calm, playful demeanor was thrown to the wind in a single moment, as if he was a completely different person.

The second shock was what he felt as their two bodies connected and he leaned in further. Those words - just that short, uncontrolled outburst - had been enough to show him exactly what Kell wanted. All of that gentle flirting, all of the charisma and those teasing glances – was it all an act to cover this kind of longing?

The third shock was the realization that they were standing in the middle of a small classroom that was about to fill with students. And though they were both adults, one was still a student and the other was still an instructor.

Eden ripped his head away, panting and sucking air into his lungs. “Wait... we can’t...” He was out of breath from the kiss, from the panic, and from the sudden awareness that he had just completely exposed himself in a moment of anger.

“You don’t want this?” Kell asked, dejected, and if Eden hadn’t known better, shy.

What? Did you not just hear me spilling my innermost desires in that mortifying confession?!

“No, that’s not...” He didn’t know how to respond, completely caught off guard by the innocent and eager expression on Kell’s face. “We’re in a classroom. People are going to come in soon.”

Kell didn’t seem to understand. Eden wondered where else on campus he had been screwing around and how many people other than him had seen it. Grabbing him by the hand, he quickly snatched his camera and bag from the table and hurried into the hall. Eyes darting back and forth, it seemed empty, so he rushed the few doors down to the men’s room.

Also empty. Shoving Kell into a stall, he joined him and locked the door. Turning, he watched light tan cheeks turn pink with anticipation. His own immediately flushed in response.

This is insane. I’ve gone completely insane.

“Switch with me.”

They shifted in the small space and Eden sat on the toilet, reaching out to pull Kell closer. Taking a small breath in, he unhooked his belt and undid the button of his jeans. Before he could pull the zipper, a hand stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Kell asked in hushed confusion.

“Don’t misunderstand this.” Eden suppressed his nerves, having already gone too crazy to take any of this back. “I really want you right now, but you have to teach a class. And you can’t do it like this. And unless you were already prepared for this to happen, this is the best I can do.”

Kell took in his own breath at the words, a breath that almost choked him, and Eden couldn’t help but smile a little. This was the boldest he’d ever acted in his life and this feeling of control after over a week of suffering was wonderfully liberating.

The hand moved, willingly giving access. Eden quickly tugged at the zipper, then the waistline of his pants. Gently opening the slit in his boxer briefs, Kell sprang free, more than ready. Eden could only stare. He was beautiful, like everything else. Long and thick, just enough to really feel good, and a smooth, muted, tan pink, with only the tiniest hint of dark brown curls peeking from behind the fabric.

Class would start soon and Eden knew he should get this over with, but he couldn’t help approaching slowly. A few flicks of the tongue teased the way he had been teased all this time. It tasted sweet, and he smiled a bit wider.

Raising Kell’s t-shirt, he looked up briefly, his blue eyes connecting with that deep, dark brown. A brown that was now squinted and underlined by hot cheeks.

“Hold this,” he said, his voice coming out as a whisper at the sight.

Kell took the fabric in one hand, then grabbed a fistful of blond hair with the other. A heavy gasp escaped as he returned to his waist. Eden continued to play, nibbling and licking, prodding and pressing, and Kell twitched at each touch. He couldn’t stop his smile any longer, now spread fully across his face, and his lips slid down, easily taking him in.

Fingers intertwined in his short waves as his hand dipped into Kell’s pants and moved between his legs, feeling the rest through his briefs. Breathing heavy through his nose, Eden’s head bobbed, and he could hear the softest moans from above. Increasing speed, his tongue twisted and curled. Suddenly, there was another hand on his head. The fallen t-shirt hem brushed against his face and he was held down, hips matching his rhythm and pushing deeper.

Tears dotted the corners of his eyes as Kell slipped across the walls of his throat, but it only drove him to move faster. He could feel him filling, growing larger and more strained. Instead of the cool, collected man he knew, he could feel his body trembling, feel his fingers digging into his scalp, and hear his breathing above him become staggered.

With a final thrust, Kell shuddered and released into him. It was warm and thick and bittersweet, and Eden swallowed as he slowly pulled away. Leaning back on the toilet, he wiped the corner of his mouth with a thumb and looked up. Delicate and tender dark brown eyes stared down at him. It wasn’t the expression he expected to meet after that and he almost jumped at the sight. It lasted only a moment. The usual, playful smile returned as Kell reached down to grab a handful of toilet paper.

“The darkroom. After class.” When he finished cleaning himself, he leaned down and kissed Eden, then ran a finger down either side of his zipper. “Sorry you have to wait.”

Eden only shook his head at the apology. As quickly as it had appeared, his control was gone, and he returned to the boy mesmerized by that mischievous gaze. This time, though, he smiled back. He knew what this was now and had already given himself away. A weight was lifted and he felt light as Kell kissed him again and snuck out, leaving him there to take care of himself.

He hadn’t jerked off in a public restroom since he was a pubescent teen in high school, and now, for the second time in just over a week, he was relieving himself in a bathroom stall. But he wasn’t frowning and cursing. He huffed out a laugh as he undid his own pants and took his own handful of toilet paper, that stupid smile stuck on his face.