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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider, John_Egbert_&_Dave_Strider
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Boarding_School, Bathrooms, Bathroom
      Sex, Uniforms, School_Uniforms
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-03 Words: 726
****** Shush ******
by Newance
Summary
     Dave and John aren't always focused on school, and their escapades in
     the bathroom show it.
You have to be quiet. Not just quiet, but near dead silent. You can't let any
noises out, either of you. He sent you a pester while you were in algebra.
"Bathroom in the west wing." That's all it said, but you knew exactly what it
meant and you could feel yourself getting a little eager. John could be
demanding, but it was hot when he got horny so you gladly dealt with it.
Attending private school may have been an awkward choice at first, with the
geeky navy and grey uniforms that made you look like a pretentious douchebag,
but getting to see your boyfriend everyday was something you enjoyed greatly.
Especially your rendezvous.
You raise your hand and ask if you can go to the restroom, your teacher is an
old fart who wheezes when he talks, and he nods, handing you the bathroom pass
as you go by. You're good at math, he lets you take 'as long as you need.'
You traverse the wooden floored hallways with ease to your usual bathroom.
John's already there, standing near the handicap stall. You pull him into a
deep kiss, and he squeezes your cheeks in approval and slips his tongue in your
mouth. You both stumble into the stall, locking it and going to the back corner
so your legs were mostly out of view. You can already see the tent in his
pants, and he lets out a frustrated moan when you pin him to the wall so he
can't touch you.
You run your hands down that twill jacket, unbuttoning it, and untucking his
dark shirt, you use his tie to pull him into an open mouthed kiss that he
reciprocates with ease. When you're sick of battling tongues, you slide
downward, that stupid belt is unbuckled and you're yanking down his pants.
Ghostbusters boxers of course, you think with a smirk. You make quick work of
those as well, letting your hot breath touch his erection, and you hear a whine
from John's mouth. You let your tongue slide over it, circling the head, just
he way he likes it. His hand makes a fist and his buck teeth chomp on his
knuckles. You do this repeatedly, he can't make noise, and neither can you. You
take him to the hilt and he whines again, you pull off and slick a finger with
your own saliva, and carefully you trace his back entrance.
His knees quake a bit when you push your finger in, and take him back in your
mouth. You're skilled with your mouth that's no lie, and you hollow your cheeks
out and pull off with a faint POP! When he's had enough he lets you know by
pulling you up by your tie, and you kiss him, and he makes a face because 'ew
you were just on my dick.'
Your finger is still inside him, and you slowly stretch him while he undoes
your pants and works his magic pianist fingers over you, and you have to bite
your lip almost bloody to keep from letting loose what you want to say and
moan.
He wraps his legs around your hips, and you slide inside him, this time you
can't help but moan. He's right alongside you, and you bury your faces into
each others grey collars, you're thrusting slow at first, but you build up
speed until you're both breathing heavily.
That's when you hear the door creak, and you freeze. You both go ridged. You
quiet your breathing, and still your hips, and stare at each other in fright as
you head the stall door next to you bang closed and the intruders zipper unzip.
You're still inside John, and you can see the look of desperation in his eyes.
The urinator leaves without washing his hands."Gross." You whisper before
starting back up. You're not going to last much longer and neither is John, and
you start kissing again, and your hips jerk upward, and you pull out quickly,
releasing into the toilet, and he's right alongside you again.
You straighten up, dust off each others suits, you let him leave first, then
meander back to your class after your face has calmed it's flush. You return
the pass and sit back down.
You still can't believe that asshole didn't wash his hands.
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