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Inside an empty bathroom, where the blazed midday sun beams through a single window. The only sound that goes along with the drip of the faucet is a make-out, inside the only locked stall. Both men try to be quiet, but Rhett gets easily carried away with how soft and moist Blu's lips are. They're addictive.
Rhett sits on the closed-lidded toilet, that way he can be a little below Blu's height. He likes looking up to him, there's something that he can't explain when their eyes meet in this height difference. He hugs the middle of the back of his classmate, as if his arms were glue to him. He wouldn't mind if they were.
In contrast, Blu is standing, between the legs of Rhett, and rests one hand on the broad shoulder of the burly man, while the other remains on the back of Rhett's head, that way he can control the brief breathing moments. Since, if it was for Rhett both would die suffocated in a wet and needy kiss.
The bell rings on the corridor, and breaks their passionate tongue tangle.
"The class!" Blu shouts as he breaks the kiss, with a long saliva line still connecting their open mouths.
"That can wait," The tall man says, still hugging.
"No, it can't." Blu turns to the door and unlocks it.
"Wait! Just one last kiss." Rhett says standing up, towering over the other. Even with his imponent build he has a tender expression of a seal.
Blu can't say 'no' to him when he looks big and soft like a marshmallow. That's his Achilles' heel, and Rhett knows it. Even though Blu is the only one who can enjoy all the sides of this man. The hotness that makes him dizzy, and the tenderness that charms him. Sometimes he wonders what the taller man even sees in him, but whatever it would be, he's glad it's there.
"Say please." A smirk shows in his blue lips.
"Really?" Rhett rolls his eyes, it can be annoying, but he still likes it.
"Fine. Bye" Blu says with a determined expression.
"Wait!" He shouts louder than he planned. "Don't get too cocky."
"Sorry." A feeble blush is notable on his cheeks.
"Can we PLEASE kiss a little longer?" Rhett finally asks, his bushy eyebrows arching cutely.
"Sure!" Blu answers right the second the other's finished his request. He's as eager as the other, and he knows the next class' teacher is always late. He can spare at least five minutes enjoying themselves.
The towering man grins, slouches down and hugs him again. He likes feeling the other student's slimmer body in his arms, but not as much as feeling Blu's hot lips burning on his willing mouth.
Their mouths get back into the moist encounter from a minute ago. This time Blu puts his arms around Rhett's thick neck, and caresses the cubic head of his man. Blu often can swear, in his frequent make out sessions, that Rhett's corners feel softer, as if their shared kisses erode them to a curver and softer tact for him.
This time Blu gets carried away and bites Rhett's lips. A moan bounces on the steel walls of the stall. He can immediately feel a smile on the cube head. Blu pushes the other's head onto his. This way, he keeps them drinking to quench their thirst for each other.
Rhett's back starts hurting, so he takes his classmate by his arms, and pins him against the closed door. With his heads at the same level, as his body slams all over the Blu's. This abrupt readjustment happens without breaking the kiss apart, as if his life depends on it.
Blu tugs the taller man's head back; he must breathe
"W-wait." Blu says breathy, as his tired eyes lingers to the half-lidded gaze of the other's. A pervert grin draws under his glasses.
"I can't get enough of you." Rhett growls as he starts breathing in the scent off Blu. Licking his neck, desperately taking as much of his sweet aroma as possible.
Blu closes his eyes, enjoying each time the other's nose inhales the amalgam of perfume, soap and sweat, while the thick tongue travels on his burning neck. Until he raises his wrist to see his watch. It has already been 15 minutes. The teacher could be late, but not this late.
"Times up!" He frees himself from the other and leaves the stall. "Hurry up!" He commands as he fixes his shirt and glasses.
"I can't." Rhett croaks ashamed. If it wasn't for the door that closes behind Blu, it would be visible the redder tone on his head and the erection that won't allow him to leave the place for a couple of minutes
Blu bursts out a chuckle. "I got it! I'll made something up for the time being. Focus in cooling down."
Blu storms out of the bathroom to the classroom, where the teacher still hasn't arrived.