Secret

                                    

                                          
Asher 
Trying to contain my laughter, I tightened my grip on Oliver's hand as I pushed open the door to the school's restroom with my shoulder, pulling him in behind me. 
"Should we be doing this?" Oliver hissed, glancing over his shoulder, giggling under his breath.
"No, we should absolutely not be doing this," I whispered back to him. I led him to the furthest stall away from the door, pushed him in and then locked it behind me. Backing him up against the wall, watching as his breathing became heavy, his eyes shining with lust, I smirked. "But you're fucking worth it."
I crushed my lips to his, pressing my body against him and raked my hands through his soft hair. 
Since that night in his room, I just couldn't get enough of Oliver. His scent, his taste, his warmth. He was the drug I craved, that I was addicted to. We'd spent hours on his bed, kissing, licking, touching ... I had traced my hands down his arms, across his chest, along his taut stomach. His soft skin was warm, his lips were inviting, his taste was sweet. I'd wanted more of him. So much more. But it hadn't feel like the right time to explore more of him. We'd only just come out to each other. That very night, in fact. We needed to give ourselves time to get used to each other.
There were still so many unanswered questions and so many other things we needed to do. I needed to speak with Sofia. He needed to talk to Chloe. He wanted to speak with his father, whereas I had absolutely no intention of speaking with mine. The thought of telling my dad that I was back to crushing on guys was enough to make me feel sick. It left a cold feeling inside of me. 
No. I wasn't saying a word to him. Not just yet. I wanted my time with Oliver to be without worries or stress. So I was saying not a fucking word to my father.  
Oliver's hands sneaked inside of my shirt and slid across the bare skin of my back, pulling me closer to him. I trailed kisses from his mouth along his jawline, down his throat. I licked the bump where his Adam's apple was, trailing my tongue across his collarbone. He moaned appreciatively. 	
Fuck. 
That fucking sound.
He pulled me closer to him. I hooked my arms around his waist and ground my crotch against his. The tight fabric of my jeans rubbed against my hard cock, making it throb.
Shit. 
Oliver pushed me away gently. He looked at me with flushed cheeks, messy hair and swollen lips. "We should be getting back," he breathed. "Everyone will notice we're gone."
I pushed him back against the wall and placed both hands on the wall either side of his head, caging him in. His eyes turned dark, lust shining in his eyes. I smirked again. "No one even noticed us slip out of the cafeteria. No one's looking for us, Ollie."
He glanced at my lips. And that was all it took for me to crash mine into his again.  
That night on his bed was only a couple of days ago. Since then, I'd been stealing glances at him, taking kisses when no one was watching, running my hand along his when we sat next to each other in class or at lunch. I just couldn't get enough of him. Now that I could kiss him, touch him, I realised that I wanted all of him. All of the time.
Just looking at him across the table in the cafeteria today had my heart racing and I couldn't resist pulling him into the boy's restroom, snatching kisses and touches while no one was in here. 
I ran my hands along the sides of his body, feeling him shiver. I grabbed his butt, squeezed it and heard his moan. 
Fuck. 
If he carried on making these noises, I was going to burst in my jeans. 
He ground his groin against mine, my hard cock appreciating the gesture. I could feel his own bulge throb at the contact. 
His tongue battled with mine, his kiss becoming harder, more heated. He was rubbing his entire front against me, his body seeking friction. 
I squeezed his butt cheeks harder and sucked his tongue into my mouth. He tasted so good. His hands ran up my spine, his fingers warm to the touch. 
Oliver pulled away, only to look at me with heated eyes for a second before pulling me back in for more. 
I smirked to myself. He was starting to lose control. Wonder what it would take to make him completely lose it. 
The ring of the bell startled us apart. 
I took a step back and raked a hand over my short hair, trying to catch my breath. Oliver's own breathing was heavy. He was straightening out his clothes with shaky fingers. I watched him as he avoided my eyes, trying to get himself together, trying to calm himself down. 
I glanced down at my front, noticing the bulge in my jeans. Shit. I needed to do something about that. 
Opening the door to the stall, I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face, hoping that would help. Next to me, I noticed Oliver did the same. One quick look at the front of his jeans told me that he was in the same predicament. I grinned, happy that I was having that kind of effect on him. 
"Hey," Oliver looked at me in the mirror above the sink, a frown on his face. "No more. We have to get to class." 
I shook my head. "No more. I promise." I glanced over at him, took in his strong jaw, sharp nose and striking eyes and felt my breath catch in my throat. Was it okay for me to feel happy right now? I still had lots of questions, still had lots to do if I wanted to spend more time with Oliver. But could I be happy with the way things are right now? Without anyone knowing? Anyone interfering? Could I leave the outside world where it was .... outside?
Oliver was facing me now, his eyes peering into my own. He lifted his hand, reached out for my face and ran his fingers gently across my cheek. "What is it?" he asked quietly. 
I leaned into his hand and kissed his palm. "Nothing." I closed my eyes briefly. "I guess I'm just happy, you know?"
I opened my eyes to find him smiling warmly, his blue eyes soft. "Me, too."
The sound of kids running and shouting outside the restroom door brought us back the present. Oliver dropped his hand from my face and ran his fingers through his hair. I reached down and grabbed our bags that had been flung to the floor in our hurry for some privacy. 
"Let's go before we get into trouble." Oliver reached out for his bag as I opened the door. Glancing in both directions quickly, I ducked out of the restroom, Oliver close behind me. 
Joining the crowds of kids as they made their way to their classrooms, I walked close to Oliver and ran my hand along his, stealing a sideways glance at him. He had a smirk on his face, eyes facing forward. He linked his pinky through mine, squeezed it gently before letting go.
"See you later," he said as he turned the corner to go to his next class.
"Yeah, see you later," I replied, waving at him as he offered me a quick glance over his shoulder. I smiled to myself as I watched him walk, appreciating the way his ass moved in his jeans. 
Shit. I was gonna need a cold shower at this rate.
Turning round, I took a step towards my class, and bumped into Jenson. 
"Hey, man, how's it going?" I clapped him on the shoulder as I manoeuvred to walk past him. He didn't reply. Instead, he kept his gaze on me, an unreadable look on his face. 
I stopped in my tracks, confused. "You okay?" 
He blinked a couple of times, before he gave me a wide smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I'm good." He gestured in the opposite direction. "Gotta get to class." With that, he spun round and sauntered off. 
What the hell was that about?