Curse of Curves

You know that I’ve influenced him when you find us both sitting in a detention after school.

Yeah that’s right my friends, Ethan has detention. Little Mr. Goody-To-Shoe has a detention! Why, because I we decided that it would be fun to break into the office and use the intercom to tell Mr. Paul that his head reminds us of a baby’s ass, soft and shiny.

Speaking of Mr. Paul he’s the one watching us during our detention. He was currently giving me the dirty eye while I watched Ethan’s ass as he moved to grab a book from one of the shelves in the room.

Did I mention that it’s amazing in those jeans? Because, fuck if Mr. Paul wasn’t in the room I’d jump him right now…

Maybe I should ask to go to the bathroom and pull the fire alarm? That way we can leave…

I grinned at the image that came to mind.

After four months of dating our sex life has gotten more and more active. Not in a bad way that it happened every day, but it definitely happened frequently. I think my mom knew, but she also knew that I wore protection so that’s probably why she isn’t bitching at us.

Ethan’s mom…now that’s another story. If I told her she’d probably skin me alive so we’re trying to keep it a secret as long as possible.

Sighing, I glance at the clock. We had an entire hour left and I was dying without my iPod, which had died during school today. Damn technology and not being able to charge without stupid electricity.

I glanced at Mr. Paul who was now reading something on his phone.

Why are teachers allowed to have their phones and we aren’t, now that’s just bullshit.

I scoffed before looking back at Ethan. I grinned when he flipped his hair, allowing me to see his marked neck. He tried to cover it up this morning with make up, but failed horribly. Yes, I purposely bit down hard so that everyone can see it.

I can’t help it that the little green monster takes a liking to me.

“Boys,” Mr. Paul suddenly speaks, catching both our attention. “I need to run home real quick. It’ll take me about thirty minutes. Can I trust you two alone here?”

“Yeah sure, it’s not like we can do anything,” I answer with a bored sigh to prove my point.

Mr. Paul nods before grabbing his coat and car keys. He gives us one last look as if to say ‘be good or else,’ before walking out of the room. As soon as I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore I darted up towards Ethan and jumped onto his desk, successfully knocking over whatever the hell he was reading.

“Hey!” Ethan shouts, looking towards his book before up at me with a pout. “I was reading that.”

“Yeah, well I’m an attention hog and I don’t appreciate that book stealing you so deal with it,” I laugh, leaning over to kiss just below his jaw.

Ethan smiles before sighing, “I can’t stay mad at you.”

I stick my tongue out like the five year old that I swear I really am before striking up one of our normal, useless, and normally perverted conversations. I make sure most of them are perverted, because Ethan’s blush is adorable and I can’t resist it.

Somehow, as we were talking we got onto talking about sex. When I say somehow I mean that I brought it up and Ethan just rolled his eyes and talked about it anyways. He has learned to live with my strange ways and me.

As we were talking about it I suddenly got this urge. It was a very good and I guess you could say productive urge. My face broke out into a grin that Ethan knew all too well.

“Whatever you’re thinking, no,” Ethan said sternly, like a mother scolding their child.

I whined. “You don’t even know what I was thinking babe! I think you’d like it.”

Ethan scoffs. “I doubt it.”

“You would.”

“And why do you say that?” Ethan asks, his eyebrow rising in curiosity.

“Just trust me, you’ll like it.”

Ethan eyed me suspiciously before sighing and asking, “F-Fine…what is it?”

“Well,” I drag out the ‘l’ to make it sound more dramatic as I hop off the desk. I turned around and grab Ethan’s hands, easily pulling him onto his feet where I wrap an arm around his waist and spin us around. “Lets just say it involves me and you.”

“Uh huh,” by the way he said that I think Ethan knew what I was hinting at. “But w-w-we’re in school.”

I began moving us backwards, Ethan still in my arms, as I gasped, “Pervert! I was thinking about chess, what were you thinking about?”

Ethan glared at me and I laughed before leaning down to capture his lips. He didn’t seem to mind my idea as much as he sounded, because he kissed back eagerly and his hands went to the hem of my shirt where they slipped under the fabric.

I smirked when I finally reached our destination. Ethan pulled away when he felt something hit his back and turned around before looking at me with a ‘you’re kidding right’ look.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my grin turning into a smirk.

“W-We can’t do t-this! We’re in school, Arrow!” Ethan shouts, but I ignore him it so I can use my arm to push everything to the floor.

Papers flew and things fell, I think something broke too, but I was too preoccupied with pushing Ethan back onto Mr. Paul’s desk and straddling him to actually give a damn.

“Come on, we have a half hour to do whatever the hell we want. Besides, if Mr. Paul shows up I bet he’d like it since he probably doesn’t get any.”

“I d-don’t think-“

I cut Ethan off by slipping a hand down his pants and gripping his cock. He sucked in deeply and groaned as I began to run my hand up and down. I used my other hand to un-button his jeans and push them along with his boxers down just enough for me to work.

“You don’t think what?” I ask, grinning.

Ethan opened his mouth to answer, but I ran my thumb over his slit, sending his back into an arch.

“C-C-Cheater,” Ethan gasped, his hips now easily thrusting up into my hand so he can find that release. Ethan whined when I pulled my hand away, but that whine turned into a shout of pleasure when I easily replaced my hand with my mouth.

I was standing again my head bobbing up and down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can as I pumped the base of him. Occasionally I’d run my tongue over his slit, loving the way he’d gasp for air and desperately try to fuck my mouth, but I kept my arm over his thrashing hips.

“A-A-Arrow…I…stop,” Ethan tried to warn me, but I pushed his hand, which was tugging at my hair away and allowed Ethan to shoot his seed into my mouth. I swallowed and helped him milk out his orgasm before pulling away and smirking up at him.

His face was flushed, eyes ghosted over with lust, and cheeks ablaze. I wish I had a camera to take a picture of this because damn he looked hot.

“W-What if s-someone sees u-us?” Ethan asks as I remove his pants.

“Let them watch,” I answer before situating myself between his legs. Before he could comment on that I latched onto his neck, sucking and biting at his pulse point, trying my best to live a hickey that screamed to the world ‘I’m taken.’

Ethan moaned, his hot breath hitting my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. I felt the blood in my veins catch fire and begin to run down south when I felt Ethan’s hands pushing up my shirt, his dull nails moving up my skin.

I pulled away to allow Ethan to rid me of my shirt. I had every intention to going back to marking his neck, but Ethan decided that it was his turn and somehow during the removal of my shirt I found us flipping over, Ethan now straddling me.

The desk squeaked loudly and the legs scraped the floor. For a second I thought we were going to topple over, but all thoughts disappeared when Ethan’s lips attached to my nipple.

I groaned as the boy began to suck and nibble. His thumb kept the other one company, twisting and occasionally running his nail over it. I hissed when Ethan bit down softly before running his tongue over the nub.

He’s definitely gotten more courageous when it comes to stuff like this…

Once Ethan felt he was done with that one he went to the next. His hands easily unbuttoned my jeans as he did so, but he had to pull away in order for him to remove them. I hissed when the fabric rubbed against my erection, but my hiss turned into a moan when Ethan took hold of my cock.

“D-Do you have l-l-lube?” Ethan asks breathlessly.

“No…I w-was hoping Mr. Paul had some,” I chuckled. “Yeah, in my pants pocket.”

Ethan glanced over at the discarded garment before moving away to grab it real fast. He jumped back onto my lap and handed me the tube. I squirted a good amount onto my fingers. I groaned when I felt Ethan put the cool liquid onto my cock.

“Ready?” I ask and he nods.

I kissed the boys nose before slipping one finger in. Ethan winced, but easily adjusted to it and allowed me to slip in a second. It didn’t take me long to find that spot and soon Ethan’s hips were thrusting back into, now three of, my fingers.

“I’m r-ready,” Ethan gasped and I pulled my fingers away.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and groaned when I felt my tip brush Ethan’s entrance. Ethan took in a deep breath before slowly lowering himself onto my cock.

I hissed at the tight heat that wrapped around my cock. I felt my heart race picking up and all I wanted to do was thrust, but I had to wait until Ethan felt comfortable. It was definitely hard and what after felt like an eternity Ethan finally began to move his hips.

The desk began to rock. The legs squeaked against the floor as we moved together. Every time he’d come down, I’d go up, and the room would feel with our moans of ecstasy. Our hands roam, touching, feeling, groping whatever was in reach.

I kissed Ethan’s bruising lips before going down his jaw to his neck where I bite down in hope to keep my noises down. Ethan was breathing heavy, his hair sticking to his face; sweat littered his body as he thrust down onto me and his hand reached down to pump himself.

I groaned at the sight, my thrusts were now losing sync and becoming jerky. I could feel the hot coiling in my stomach and I knew I was close.

Ethan’s arms wrapped tightly around my neck, his orgasm hitting him hard making him shout, “I l-love you.”

“I love you too,” I groaned, my hands gripping his hips as I felt my orgasm coming.

Spent and out of breath the two of us fell back onto the desk. Both of us were sweaty and covered in cum, but neither of us moved, too tired to move our limbs.

“I wonder what Mr. Paul will say when he sees stains on his desk,” I laugh.

“Mm, who knows,” Ethan giggles into my neck.

What the boys didn’t know was that Mr. Paul had returned ten minutes ago and had saw what these two boys were doing. He wasn’t sure if he should tell on them or forget that it ever happened…

He decided on the latter. Why, because he never wanted to rethink of that image again.