Lee Howon got ninety-eight percent on his math midterm exam and he was not pleased about it. He was not expecting anything less than a hundred for a test he slaved two weeks over for. It was unacceptable. Damn the teacher assistant Kim Sunggyu for making absurdly hard questions. Damn Jang Dongwoo, his obnoxious seatmate, for constantly dropping his pen and distracting Howon during the exam.
To make matters worse, Nam Woohyun just had to wave his fat ninety-nine percent in front of Howon's furious face, saying that he just crammed the night before the test while wearing that smug look on his face. The arrogant bastard, Howon thought. He hired the young teacher assistant to tutor him after classes. Howon was sure that Kim NoEyes gave Nam face the questions before the exams. Oh, the injustice.
Behind his purple rimmed glasses, Howon cursed the trigonometry gods and the deities of imaginary numbers for ruining his one hundred percent streak that he has been taking care of since his freshman year. Three years of hard work and effort was now down the drain and their teacher was not even bothered about it by one bit. It angered Howon. It made him want to scream and kick chairs (and the people sitting on them) in their little classroom.
For the rest of the day, he could not focus on anything. He was grumpier than a grizzly bear awoken prematurely from a nap. It didn’t help that Myungsoo called him an 'angry little ', when he chucked a book (Dongwoo's book to be exact) at Myungsoo out of sheer irritation at the site of him groping Lee Sungyeol's crotch under their shared desk. All the blood rushed to his already red face when Sungyeol told him to go get a from Dongwoo or something instead of venting his frustrations by lashing on them (all the while, still being fondled by Myungsoo underneath the damned desk).
I am not an angry little .
Ok, maybe he is angry. Maybe he was also a . But the comment on his height was uncalled for. It's not his fault that Myungsoo's boyfriend was a tall freak. Howon considers his height average. He was just the same height as his seatmate Dongwoo.
Dongwoo.
Damn his soul. He was sure he heard Dongwoo snicker a little when Sungyeol made that nasty comment.
Get a from Dongwoo. Hoya cringed. Dongwoo had this ridiculously wide mouth, and a huge part of that was teeth and exposed gums. He would certainly get his man parts skinned with Dongwoo's teeth if that happened. The thought bothered him. But it bothered him more now that the image of Dongwoo's huge jaws latched on his crotch from under the table, is forever burned in his mind's eye. He winced.
Time oozed slowly like frozen ketchup from a bottle as everyone struggled to bear with Lee Sungjong as he painfully reports about Amazon dolphins and their inclination towards homoual . Howon was fighting his urge to murder someone while his classmates were dozing off to dreamland.
To wake them up, Sungjong asked his sleepy classmates if they know of any animals that engage in homouality. He waved a pack of jelly ace to bribe his classmates to participate in his report but it only helped him so much. They answered by avoiding his gaze and wondering why the hell this little punk is talking about gay animal in front of their class.
"Black swans, orca whales, bottlenose dolphins, European polecats, Myungsoo and Sungyeol, and more likely than not, you. You just don't know it yet." The whole class burst into laughter as Sungjong flushed into shades of red at Dongwoo's answer. Howon was surprised that his seatmate was actually awake and listening to this crap.
Get a from Dongwoo.
The mental image slaps him again and he finds himself smacking his face on his desk. His glasses left a mark on the bridge of his nose. Must. Stop. Dirty. Thoughts.
Sungjong scurried over to give the prize to Dongwoo and continued to mumble through the rest of his report.
The next class was literature and their teacher was notorious for being absent all the time and giving inhumane reading tasks. As expected, they were faced with a bunch of assignments as they all whined in unison. Their essays were returned and Howon felt a little better when he saw that he got a perfect grade for this one. He was also sure that his English grammar exam was better than Woohyun's even if he hasn’t seen the results yet. Woohyun at English. This is partly why Howon liked this subject.
Woohyun - 1
Howon - 2
I still win NamGrease. I still win.
Howon's mental victory dance was cut short by strange sounds coming from the person sitting next to him. The sounds were of sloppy slurping and . No. It sounded like kissing, and not the innocent smack type of kiss. It sounded like two people playing tonsil tag, open mouthed and very into it. Smooch. Smooch. All that was missing was and it would have been the sound you would hear on an early stage of a scene. Howon was greatly bothered. Hot bothered.
He glanced to his side and saw his seatmate messily eating the jelly ace that Sungjong gave him earlier. Juice was dribbling down his mouth and it stained his white uniform. Howon turned away from the sight.
He didn’t like messy. He didn’t like noisy. He didn’t like Dongwoo. Oh god, why did he have to be sitting beside this person who practically looks like a hungry hobo while attacking those jelly aces? The sounds he made were making Howon uncomfortable. His pants were straining and he didn’t understand for the love of all that is holy and sacred, why.
Get a from Dongwoo.
If Dongwoo gave him a , it would definitely sound like that. Smooch. Smooch. Dongwoo, in another gulp of jelly ace. Howon’s innards coiled. What the hell, Lee Howon? Get a grip.
He buried himself in his English textbook, trying to memorize the different confusing verb tenses.
Present tense. Howon likes English.
Past tense. I aced the essay.
Future tense. I will stab Nam Woohyun... God, he is such a prick.
Present progressive. Dongwoo is making weird sounds. Oh god, make it stop. Must. Stop. Thinking… damn it!
"Excuse me, would you mind stopping that?" Howon exploded. He banged his fists on their desk and some jelly aces fell off.
"Stop what?" Dongwoo tilted his head as he smooched another jelly ace out of its cup. Slurp.
Howon's face was pale. All his blood went somewhere else. Somewhere south.
I am not thinking lewd thoughts about Jang Dongwoo. I am not. I am not thinking of kissing his wide stupid mouth. No sir. I am not thinking of ing his face until his jaws break. Think happy thoughts, Howon. Think happy thoughts. Bunnies. Puppies. Purple pens. Winning the math Olympiad. Candies. Cup cakes. Jelly aces. . jelly aces.
The bell rang and Hoya ran out the door, leaving Dongwoo on their two-man bench. He headed to the men's bathroom and locked himself in a cubicle while trying to sing a Dynamic Duo song.
Let me open my eyes, let me breathe
Take me to a brand new world
Even if you fall in front of a bear stand up….
Wait. Is it 'a bear' or is it 'dream'? . He wasn’t sure if he was singing the lyrics right. Anything to keep his mind off Jang Dongwoo eating those jelly aces deliciously.
He looked down and saw that the problem in his pants was very much pronounced. He slammed his face on the bathroom door and the rim of his glasses cracked a little. He hoped that Dongwoo, or anyone, didn’t see the that he was sporting as he scooted out their classroom.
Howon faced a tough decision.
To fap or not to fap, that is the question.
If he jacked himself off in the bathroom at this moment, it would relieve him of this… problem and he could march back to their classroom after recess. But that would risk him staining his uniform with white suspicious liquid that would be hard to explain in the event that someone notices. But if he did not, he wasn’t sure if he could live through the rest of the day with a hard on that is caused and aggravated unknowingly by his seatmate. He better just hang himself in the bathroom and be a ually frustrated ghost. He would be their school’s Myrtle.
While contemplating on this life or death matter, Howon heard a knock on his cubicle door.
“This cubicle is taken,” he almost whispered, afraid that his voice would sound like a groan if he tuned it a decibel louder.
“I know Howon, you’re there. I just want to check if you are ok.” Howon’s life. It was Dongwoo knocking on his cubicle door as he was deciding whether or not to e.
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” he wailed.
“You don’t sound fine to me. You sound like a dying humpback whale.”
Yes. And this whale wants to hump your back… or your face. Whatever. Go away, Jang Dongwoo.
“Look, Howon, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did to make you mad. But I’m sorry,”
“I’m not mad at you Dongwoo.” But my is. “Just… go away.”
“No. I’m not going until you open that door and we talk it out like men. I’m a responsible person and I’d take responsibility if it’s my fault.”
Oh, sweet Shisus Christ Obama. That guy wouldn’t quit. Howon was praying to Buddha, Allah, Jesus, and Krishna at the same time that he musters enough strength to continue this awkward bathroom conversation while his hard on was growing like a third world country’s inflation.
Defeated by the other’s persistence, he flicked the lock open and Dongwoo’s serious face greeted him. He swallowed a lump in his throat.
“Tell me the problem.” Dongwoo’s voice was low and sincere, it grinded its way to Howon’s ears. Howon fixed his glasses so as to distract himself that Dongwoo was grabbing his arm and he was sweating like a madman. He would run but Dongwoo was blocking the way. He is practically cornered into the cubicle.
“I’m just having a bad day.” He wasn’t lying. But Dongwoo wasn’t satisfied with his answer. He gently pushed Howon back into the cubicle and locked himself in with the temperamental nerd.
“What the hell are you doing?” Howon was in a fit of panic. He did not like the idea of Dongwoo invading his personal space bubble. Especially like this; in a bathroom cubicle, with a raging , and Dongwoo’s arms leisurely resting on his shoulder, eyes boring holes on his face as if he was about to kiss him.
“Tell me about it. It will make you feel better.” Dongwoo grinned and his eyes disappeared into small crescents. Howon could swear that he has never seen so much gums in his life.
“Well, I got ninety-eight in math.”
“And? Dude, I got seventy-six. I’m buying a beer later to celebrate it. You should come with me.”
Come. .
The word was like nails grating on a chalkboard. Do not do this to me, please. I might…
“And you were making those annoying sounds!” Howon squealed. Life be damned. He just prayed Dongwoo would keep boring holes into his face and not notice the happy camping site in his crotch.
“What sounds?” Dongwoo pouted before his lips. Howon would like to step back, away from this guy, but the toilet bowl was behind him and Dongwoo’s arms are still hanging by his shoulders. God damn it. They were not even close as seatmates. Why does he have to be in this awkward situation?
Dongwoo made a smacking sound with his lips and reached for something in his pocket. It was a jelly ace. By this moment, Howon was sure that the devil himself designed this snack to torture him for his sins (which mainly includes spreading rumors that Woohyun was ing his tutor, Assistant Teacher Kim Sunggyu. It was probably true anyway).
Howon slid to the left as Dongwoo started eating the cursed jelly ace. Purple jelly juice was dripping from the corner of his lips and Howon fought the urge to lunge and it off Dongwoo’s stupid face. Slurp. Smooch. The sounds were killing him.
“That sound!” Howon covered his ears and started to sing again with eyes closed.
Let me open my eyes, let me breathe
Take me to a brand new world
Even if you fall in front of a bear stand up….
Dongwoo chuckled at the childish act Howon was putting up. He leaned towards Howon, who was now locked securely by his arms at the side wall of the cubicle, and made the sinful sounds right by Howon’s ear. Howon shrieked like a girl.
“This sound?” Dongwoo’s breath was caressing Howon’s neck.
“What the hell? What the actual are you doing?”
“I’m doing you a favor.” Dongwoo raised an eyebrow before pinching Howon’s cheek.
“I don’t understand you. Jang Dongwoo, get away from me!” Howon protested.
“But I understand that you’ve been hard for me for the whole period, Howon-ah.” They both look down at Howon’s prison of pants and the boy with the purple eyeglasses felt himself melt into a puddle of shame. All words left him as the crescent eyed boy suddenly palmed his weeping through his pants while making obscene kissing sounds by his ear.
“Dongwoo… stop.” Howon’s words were disguised moans.
“Don’t you like that sound?” Dongwoo continued to tease his ears by breathing heavily and panting in between.
“No…” Until the end, Howon tried to hold his ground.
“How about this?” Dongwoo turned his head to meet Howon’s lips. Without further warning, he caught Howon with an open mouth. He devoured Howon’s lips that were shut tight; making sweet sounds as his hands glided up and down Howon’s clothed .
Howon couldn’t help but let out a moan. Taking this as a signal, Dongwoo bit Howon’s lover lip and the other winced in pain. As soon as he opened his mouth to gasp, Dongwoo launched an attack with his tongue invading between Howon’s now swollen lips. Dongwoo tasted like grapes. Damn those jelly aces.
It couldn’t be helped. Dongwoo’s tongue was practically choking Howon and his hands have managed to claw off the first three button of the other’s top. Howon had officially lost it.
No, he is not going to be by his seatmate in the bathroom. He’s going down with style.
He fought back with harsh kisses, pulling Dongwoo closer by his belt. Sounds of teeth clashing, intense lip locking and muffled filled the small cubicle. They kept going until both of them are out of breath, sharing intense and almost violent kisses as their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies.
“Do you like the sound now?” Dongwoo asked with a triumphant smile after pulling away from the heated encounter of their mouths.
“Not quite,” Howon panted, hands still buried in Dongwoo’s disheveled hair. “Take responsibility of the problem you caused.” Howon ordered as his lips motioned down to his rock hard .
“I’m a very responsible person.”
“Yeah, you told me.”
Dongwoo dropped on his knees and slowly unbuckled Howon’s belt. Howon could feel himself pulsing from beneath his slacks. All previous pretentious thoughts of Dongwoo scraping his with razor teeth are gone out the window. This is it.
Howon’s pants and underwear pooled down his ankles. His hands found grip by the wall and the bathroom door as Dongwoo led his into his mouth. Man, does he have a wide jaw. His mouth looked like a bottomless pit and Howon was about to find out how it feels to be inside it in a few seconds.
A soft dragging moan came from Howon as Dongwoo engulfed him in one go. He felt Howon hit the back of his throat as the other was excitedly bucking his hips forward. Dongwoo takes out the thick flesh out of his mouth and coughs a little.
“Man, I don’t really do . That needs practice. But I know how to your so good, you’ll forget math exists. So just relax a bit.” He laughs as his hand continued what his lips had taken a break from.
Howon could only manage groans and one syllable expletives as an answer so Dongwoo went ahead with it.
“I want you to look me in the eyes while you dry, Lee Howon.” Howon was way beyond protesting so he just did as he was told. Holding on to the bathroom walls, he looked intently as Dongwoo started to expertly the precum off the head of his . It sent shivers down his spine as Dongwoo swirled his jelly flavored tongue around the shaft and nipped lightly at his sensitive skin.
He was already lightheaded and Dongwoo had just begun. He wondered if he could last the whole encounter without needing to be sent to the clinic for passing out. Dongwoo then lodged Howon’s in his mouth, all the while locking his gaze onto Howon’s hazy eyes.
Howon’s glasses were falling off his face. He bit his own lip hardly to drown back his moans as Dongwoo started to bob his head slowly and steadily on his length as if his life depended on it. The sight of Dongwoo’s lips brushing up and down his made him even harder and it drove him close to the edge. It wasn’t long before Howon started to swing his hips again, ing Dongwoo’s face so hard that he choked slightly.
Trying to be in control of the game, Dongwoo pushed Howon back into the wall, securing his hips with both hands. He then Howon furiously, like he was a hungry child milking Howon with his mouth. Howon’s eyes were rolling back into their sockets as Dongwoo hollowed his cheeks around the flesh in his mouth.
“I’m…” “No. You’re not.” Dongwoo’s mouth quickly let go of the and manipulated Howon’s vulnerable body so that he faced the wall. Howon whimpered as he reached for his own trying to finish the work.
Dongwoo grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall. Howon’s face crashed to the concrete and his purple glasses finally broke off.
“I told you, you’re not. You have to beg for it.”
“Dongwoo… please” Howon could feel himself shriveling out of unfulfilled need and desire.
Dongwoo dove for Howon’s neck, ignoring his plea. He marked his way across Howon’s shoulder blades, almost ripping off Howon’s crumpled uniform.
“Please make me , Dongwoo. I beg you.” Howon let out a strangulated cry.
“Good boy.” Dongwoo let go on one wrist. His strong grip marked red on Howon’s skin.
Howon heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and then clothes falling. Then, he felt something hard poking him between the cheeks of his .
“Let’s take this slow, bend over.” Dongwoo dragged Howon to the left until his hands found the back rest of the toilet bowl. He Howon’s soft behind and gave it a tentative squeeze.
“I want it fast. Hard.”
“It will hurt.” Dongwoo cooed as he slipped a finger up Howon’s .
Howon growled, still intoxicated by lust. He wanted Dongwoo pronto. To hell with taking it slow.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Dongwoo just sighed.
Howon, steadied himself on his grip but it did not prepare him for what happened next.
Dongwoo entered his tight hole in one go without any more preparation. Howon screamed in pain but Dongwoo kept going until Howon was full of Dongwoo’s .
“Ahh… Dongwoo.” Howon kept wearing out Dongwoo’s name every time he slammed into him. He felt as if he was being split into two as his seatmate pounded him from behind. The cries of pain were soon replaced with moans of pleasure when Howon adjusted to the intrusion and Dongwoo found the spot that made him go crazy.
The echoes of skin slapping, wanton mewls of Howon and the low growls of Dongwoo made a symphony of discord bouncing in the bathroom walls. With a loud cry, Howon came first and shot his pleasure aimlessly into the toilet bowl, painting the walls and floors with milky white.
Dongwoo kept moving in and out of the spent Howon until he himself neared his peak. He stopped for a moment and threw Hoya back to the side of the cubicle and ed him into the wall as they faced each other.
“I’ll make you a second time.” He said through gritted teeth and continued to pound Howon violently into the bathroom wall. Howon held on to Dongwoo’s shoulder as his back slammed again and again to the cold side of the bathroom cubicle.
Finally, both of them came almost simultaneously. Dongwoo, inside of Howon; Howon on Dongwoo’s uniform.
“We’re screwed. There’s no way in hell, the teachers didn’t hear all that.” Howon said as Dongwoo sat down the toilet bowl, gathering his pants from his feet.
“You know that they’re all in the lounge during recess. They couldn’t possibly have heard that. By the way, you ruined my uniform.” Dongwoo laughed. Howon blushed a little but he soon felt a pair of strong arms pulling him in and dressing him up.
“I told you, I’m very responsible.”
The pair walked out of the cubicle to be welcomed by their classmates and half the students on their floor.
“Howon is limping. Pay up baby!” Myungsoo cackles as he held out his hand to his boyfriend.
“Hey! That’s not right. Based on the on his face. Dongwoo gave him a ,” Sungyeol protested.
“Dongwoo~ You have to tell us who tops. Is Howon now an angry little er or an angry little er?” Howon would have smacked Myungsoo’s face into Monday but Dongwoo shook his head as he shoved everyone out of the way.
“Dongwoo! Come on.” Sungyeol whined but the guy just walked away, taking Howon by the hand.
Before turning to the left, down the hall, Dongwoo looked back and shouted.
“Sungjong, the jelly ace was delicious. Bring more next time!”
“Hey Sungjong, who do you think topped?” Myungsoo asked the thin boy, arm linked with his tall boyfriend.
“Dongwoo totally topped,” Sungjong muttered and ate the remaining jelly aces.
Sungyeol whined at his defeat.
“I guess I’ll just have to pay you in ual favors.”
p.s. Yeah, I always picture Howon as a whiny little but I can not for the life of me bottom in an rp decently.
p.p.s. I love my mom. She just threw me a pack of custard candies e w e It's 12:30 in the evening. This has nothing to do with anything whatsoever.
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