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Ibitani withered as Machimiya grabbed his hips. He pressed his palms flat on the wall before him and leaned on them heavily, not trusting himself to stand. His entire body was tense. He was certain any sudden movements would cause of synapse between nerve endings that would collapse his muscles and make his knees buckle beneath him.
"Relax," Machimiya murmured.
The hot breath against the shell of his ear only made him tense further. He knew Machimiya was trying to be calm and reassuring, as he had done in the past, but the circumstances where quite different now. They were in shop class. There were heavy machines and large power tools riddled within the room. Anyone had access to the area. The door might have been closed, but it wasn't locked. The chances of a classmate sneaking in to work on their project was probable; and if not them, the caretaker dropping in was highly likely. But Machimiya was certain he knew the janitor's rounds. He starts from the third floor and works his way down! he claimed. As if. Ibitani knew that he was pulling nonsense out of his ass for a quickie. Not that he could blame him. He was feeling the urge too, hence why they were in this predicament to begin with.
"Just hurry it up," Ibitani hissed between clenched teeth. They had already done the worst part of the routine. The preparations. It should be smooth sailing from here, but...
"I can't hurry it up," Machimiya hissed back. Ibitani grimaced as he felt the other guide the head of his cock to his entrance. "Not until you relax."
Ibitani sighed. Then, inhaling through his nostrils, he screwed his eyes shut and willed his muscles to lose their tension. Sensing his genuine attempt, Machimiya reached around Ibitani's hip and gently grasped his semi-hard member. He pumped the shaft tentatively, which elicited a low moan from Ibitani.
"Miya..." The strokes were doing a good job at releasing the tension.
"Don't call me that," Machimiya grumbled as he eased his cock into the other.
Ibitani moaned the other's name again. He knew Machimiya pretended he hated the pet name, but for all he said, his actions showed that he felt quite the opposite.
There was very little room for argument after their initial bickering. Machimiya had pressed forward, Ibitani's tension no longer an obstacle. Ibitani rested his forehead on the cool painted wall and concentrated on his breathing. Machimiya felt incredible within him. With every other thrust, his cock brushed Ibitani's prostate in a way that make his stomach churn and dick tremble. His shallow breathes became louder as the other picked up the pace. Ibitani was no longer moaning the other's nickname as a way to be condescending. It just happened to be the only coherent word escaping his lips.
Ibitani felt the other groan as he leaned as close to him as possible, balancing his weight heavily on his heels while rolling his hips in earnest. They had done this several times before, but never while standing. It was something they'd have to do more often. Ibitani felt a drop of sweat roll down his temple at the thought of fucking at school more often. Maybe they wouldn't do it in class, but the club room seemed practical. If only they had the key...
"Miya... you should... become the captain..." Ibitani panted, his sentence broken between thrusts.
"What the fuck... are you on about?..." Machimiya managed to grunt.
"Be captain... so we can do this... more often... in —in th," Ibitani couldn't finish his sentence. Machimiya was not letting him speak freely. He moaned loudly as the redhead hit his sweet spot dead on. There was very little speaking after that. Ibitani was reduced to a blubbering mess; falling back on his moans and Miya's as a way to communicate. Ibitani's head lolled behind him, resting nicely on Machimiya's shoulder as the other continued thrusting into him zealously; the rising climb of pleasure building within his lower regions completely taking over what little coherent thoughts he had left.
“Oh fuck,” Ibitani moaned as his balls tensed. They immediately relaxed, and sent spurts of his seed onto the wall in front of him.
“Fuck,” he repeated hoarsely as he road out his orgasm; his hips bucking reflexively against Machimiya's shaft. His mind had gone blank. His ears buzzed and he saw stars as his climax slowly came to a complete stop.
Machimiya was close too. He was still rolling his hips against Ibitani's ass, fingers digging into his hips and sending tendrils of pain up his spine. Ibitani grit his teeth, hoping the other would cum soon, only to hear the sound of a squeaking trolley in the distance.
The janitor!
"Miya! Get out!" Ibitani hissed.
"Hmm?" Machimiya moaned, doing the very opposite of what he was asked. Ibitani twisted around, causing the other's dick to slip out of him.
"What the fuck man? I'm not do—"
"Nevermind that!" Ibitani scolded as he pulled up his pants. He rushed over to the middle of the room and turned on the lathe right as the school's caretaker walked in.
"Oh!" the old man said.
"Please don't tell sensei I was working on this project," Ibitani blurted. It was a horrible lie. There wasn't even an object in his hands to indicate a "project", but the old man merely nodded and smiled. "I'll come back in five minutes. Please finish up."
Ibitani bowed his thanks and waited for him to leave before risking a glance in Machimiya's direction. The other had hidden in the corner of the room behind a shelf. It was a blind spot for anyone entering the class.
"Thanks, I think?" Machimiya croaked. His pants were still down and his shirt was draped over his erection.
"This is why I'm sayin' you should be captain. Imagine having the club room to ourselves."
"True, yeah. Okay. Anyways can we—"
"I'll be your vice captain too. That way we can—"
"Ryou!"
"Huh?" Ibitani croaked, caught off guard by the use of his first name.
Machimiya pointed to his dick.
"Oh right." Ibitani considered being nice and helping the other out, but... "I told you this would happen. Maybe next time you'll listen to your vice captain."
Machimiya aimed a kick at Ibitani, but he had already jumped out of the way. There was no way in hell he'd get hit by a fucker like Machimiya —especially when the idiot was naked from the waist down.
"Later!" Ibitani chirped as he headed towards the door. He'd get an ear full for what he did later that night, but the expression on Machimiya's face was priceless. The two might have warmed up to each other considerably over the year, but that didn't mean teasing each other was out of the question.