Page 50 of Fast Break
He's waiting for me outside my design tech classroom, leaning up against the wall as he flicks through a book and looking like every wet dream I’ve ever had. I come to a stop in front of him and he gives me that lopsided smile I adore. It sends a thrill through me every time.
“Ready to go harvest some algae?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“Aw, you’re so romantic. Just what every boy wants to hear,” I gush.
“Play your cards right, Sterling, and you never know,” he replies, voice dipped low in my ear. I can’t hide my shiver as his gaze looks me over.
The science block is quiet during the lunch hour, and we make quick work of finding Mr Allan’s classroom. Our aquarium of algae is looking pretty damn spectacular even if I do say so myself. We’ve been keeping meticulous notes on the growth conditions and I note that Mr Allan has been in to check on it during the weekend too. He’s left a note for us and a couple of mesh nets and containers to prepare for harvesting today.
It doesn’t take us long to collect the sludgy green algae in the nets. We rinse and then transplant the algae to the containers where we will leave it to dry. We move the containers into Mr Allan’s small office off to the side of his classroom. It’s dark and quiet in here and I’m suddenly very aware of Quinn as he presses up behind me, trapping me against the desk. His mouth drops to my neck as he takes the net out of my hand.
“Do you know how much I wanted to touch you in science class this morning?” he asks, trailing kisses along my neck. I drop my head to the side and he dips into the space, biting up to my earlobe.
“How much?” I ask, voice suddenly all breathy.
“This much,” he says, trailing his hand straight to the button on my grey pants. My breath hitches in my throat as he pops the button and then slowly drags my zipper down. He shoves his hand straight into my boxers and I suck in a sharp breath as he grips me, his touch firm. I let out an involuntary whimper.
“Quiet now, JT,” Quinn says in my ear. “You don’t want anyone walking past to hear what I’m doing to you.” His words only make me whimper more and he chuckles into my neck as he makes quick work of pumping me. There’s something about knowing we could be interrupted at any moment that heightens everything for me, every sensation of his hand on me.
I drop my head onto his shoulder as his other hand moves under my shirt to flex against my stomach, pulling me taut against him. I can feel how much this is turning him on and that’s the trigger for me. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I feel my spine tightening and I am flying into the clouds.
I’m feeling slightly dazed by the time he finally drops his hold on me, and I suck in a shaky breath. Quinn reaches for the tissues on Mr Allan’s desk and cleans us both up before he tucks me back in and rebuttons me. The gesture seems really sweet after what he just did to me and I can’t help turning to look up at him, seeing the heat in his eyes.
“Quinn,” I murmur just as he swoops down and kisses me. He presses me against the desk, and I don’t resist as he kisses me like only he can. I’m already dazed and breathless, but he just compounds it even more as he grinds against me and I wonder how I ever survived without this. Without Quinn and his beautiful eyes and magic hands and incredible kisses.
The classroom door suddenly bangs open and Quinn and I jump apart. I’m all panicky and breathless while Quinn just straightens his tie and buttons his blazer, looking remarkably nonplussed. How is he so cool at this while I just keep floundering and showing my inexperience? I wish I could be as cool as him sometimes. Actually, make that all the time.
Mr Allan steps into the office a second later. His enthusiasm at finding all the algae harvested and ready for drying helps me calm my racing heart while Quinn converses with him as though he didn’t just have his hand down my pants three minutes ago.
We finally leave and head towards the cafeteria, Quinn stopping by the bathroom to wash his hands like it’s nothing. He bumps my shoulder as we line up at the mostly empty cafeteria, not a whole lot of options left with only ten minutes to go of the lunch hour.
“You okay there, JT?” he asks. “Not going to hyperventilate on me?”
“Me? I’m fine. Totally cool,” I reply.
“Sure you are,” he grins, bumping me with his elbow again.
“I appreciate your concern,” I sniff after I pay for a sad looking sandwich. “I’m just not quite used to having my dick out in the middle of the school day.”
“Really? That’s sad,” Quinn replies, that crooked smile out to play. “Stick with me and I’ll make sure school is a much more interesting place for you.”
“You sound like you speak from experience,” I huff, not quite able to keep the jealousy from my tone.
“Do you want me to apologise? You knew I wasn’t a saint before I met you,” Quinn volleys right back at me.
“You know, you’re really not as goody two-shoes as you make yourself out to be.”
“Are you complaining?” he returns, levelling me with alook. I’m just about to snark back when a voice calls out Quinn’s name and I glance up to see his group of friends heading our way. Jace is there too and I don’t miss the way he steadfastly avoids Quinn’s eyes, nor the scowl he directs my way. I don’t mind though, I have a matching scowl right back for him.
“You just getting lunch?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah. JT and I had to go harvest some algae for our science project,” Quinn replies easily. I flounder once again but I’m coming to terms with the fact this is basically my default state. Unlike Quinn who always remains calm and cool. I’m equally infuriated and turned on.
“We’re heading to English if you want to come with?” Eddie continues.
“I’ll meet you there,” Quinn responds while I try not to rejoice at the fact he chose to stay with me. Even if it is only for the next three point five minutes. But I know I look a little smug as Jace shoots me a final glare and the three of them depart. I know they’re all off to Advanced English together and I feel a tiny pang of insecurity that I can’t mix it with Quinn and Jace. Academically at least.
Quinn and I sit on one of the vacant tables as we quickly eat our lunch while the clock marches down on our time together.
