"Shut up." I didn't smile, but he knew I was joking. He smirked as we kept walking. There was still some time left for breakfast, so Ezra stuffed his face and I had a bit of his, with the excuse that I wasn't hungry. He still gave me a look, which sucked.
As we were leaving for our classes, Ms. Sammy came up to us. "Hey, I'm glad to see that you are feeling better, Jasper! I just wanted to let you guys know that you have a meeting today with Ms. Lindsey to go over your progress." I was confused, but we just said okay and kept walking. "What does she mean by 'progress'?" I asked him. "I'm sure it's about... yesterday. Maybe we are getting moved into the other dorms or something. I don't know." He shrugged, but I could tell he was giddy. It made me blush, and I felt a little good for some reason. Jeez, this guy.
"Do you want to move in?" I asked him to clarify. "I mean, yeah. If you want to... do you want to?" I could tell he definitely wanted to. "Uh... I don't know. I think so." He nodded. I smirked. "I mean, if we thought bathroom stalls were something..." I nudged his shoulder with mine. He grinned, and I was surprised to see a small blush. "I didn't want to say it, but why the fuck do you think I'm so ready?" I looked at his face, almost surprised at his eagerness. I grinned as his expression changed. "I-I mean, if you wanted to. I didn't mean it like that..." I snickered. "I know how you meant it." He sighed and returned the smile.
"Damn it..." He turned to me. "What?" I continued walking, not looking at him. "I think I suddenly need the bathroom. Come with me?" I smirked as he caught on. I was almost startled as he grabbed my hand. As he led me towards the nearest bathroom, I realized I'd never really held hands with someone before. Friends, sure. Especially my girl-friends. But not someone who I was involved with. I've hooked up and gone out casually with (literally) countless people, but I have never held hands like I do with Ezra. So far so good, I guess.
We were quick to find a restroom and check all of the stalls. When the coast was clear, we went into the back one and I locked the door. As soon as I was turned around I was pushed against the door. He was kissing me immediately and I reciprocated just as fast. I wanted a bit more of a fight this time, so I pushed back when he tried to take control. I felt like I was winning when suddenly I felt a small sting on my lip when I realized he was biting me.
My body quickly betrayed me when I gasped in enjoyment and he took this opportunity to get what he wanted. My arms pressed on his back in frustration and I felt him smile. We continued until suddenly his face was off of mine and his mouth was moving across my jaw and eventually down my neck. My eyes stayed closed and I focused on my breathing in contentment. I jolted when I felt him nip at my neck. I slapped my hand over my mouth as I heard an utterly embarrassing noise erupt from my throat. He broke from my neck and started chuckling, laughing at me.
"Why'd you stop?" He was gently tugging at my hand, pulling it from my face as I felt myself somehow turn impossibly redder. "Sh-shut up." I breathed. He pulled my hand down as I let him, where he placed it over his shoulder. "Don't do that again, you sound great." It was my turn to laugh as he realized how cheesy he sounded. "Okay, whatever." He scoffed at me playfully.
I didn't want to talk anymore so I started kissing him again, this time letting him take lead quickly. As we continued, our hands roamed, with his on my back and my neck and with mine inching downward. This continued until my hands were at either side of his lower hip and he broke the kiss. We caught our breath for a few seconds. "Let's not get carried away, okay?" He murmured this as he kissed my shoulder, which surprised me for a moment because I'm not used to it. (Thankfully, I think I like it.)
"Oh, I'm sorry." I moved my hands back up to his neck, resting them there while he was bent downwards still. I was going off of instinct, I guess. "No, it's okay, it was good." He replied, still continuing on my collarbone where he had pulled my shirt down towards my shoulder. "Why'd you wanna stop?" I was now stroking the back of his neck, feeling stimulated from my collarbone. "I think you know." He replied, his hands rubbing my back. I realized and thought about it.
"I could keep going, if you wanted..." He stopped and brought his head up to look at me. I almost flinched when he gently moved my hair back because it surprised me. "Hm, thanks, Jas, but you don't have to." He seemed to be distracted just by looking at me as he traced his fingers gingerly over the side of my face. "Do you not want to?" I was almost confused. His eyes snapped to look at mine. "It's not about that. I don't want you to feel obligated. I'm happy right now just staying like this." I frowned.
He chuckled. "Why are you pouting?" I turned red again. I wasn't pouting. "I-I'm not." He smiled. "Okay, then, what are you thinking?" His fingers were still moving, just to ease me or something. "I don't feel obligated to do anything. What makes you think that?" I was curious as to where his conclusion had come from. He was quiet for a moment. "I don't know. Sometimes it feels like you do things when we're in the bathroom because it's sort of... routine for you?" I blinked, approaching annoyance. "What, because I, like, get around or something?" His eyes widened.
"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. Shit, I'm sorry, that sounded bad. No, I guess I just meant that sometimes when we do these things... it feels like you're just doing it because you feel expected to or because you think I want to." I stared at him, processing. "I don't know. I just want to make sure that you are doing stuff because YOU want to and not just because you think I want it." He paused. "Sometimes when we're alone it feels like you don't really do that. Like... you're always very unbothered... until it's just you and me." He had said this quieter. I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. "Fuck, that was a lot. I'm sorry, I don't mean any of that in a bad way."
He suddenly looked nervous. I nodded. "I know." I knew he was right, on some level. Which felt weird considering I hadn't really thought about it before. Most of the time I'm on autopilot when I do this stuff, and I guess it's surprising he noticed.
After he got over his fear, he seemed to relax and I felt his hand come up the back of my neck and rest there. Suddenly I felt embarrassed. I put my head up and gently moved him away, keeping him close.
"Then I won't do that anymore." I pulled him in and we resumed where we were before. Maybe it was overeager, but I don't really care. His hands roamed and this time I calculated it while mine did too. I felt them go lower and I waited for him to stop kissing me to react. I was surprised when he waited longer, until my hands were almost at his thighs to do anything. He moved his head just an inch away from mine. "If you know exactly what you're doing to me right now then I'm going to let you. But if you don't, you should stop. Do not start something you can't finish, bud." I blushed further at the nickname as he resumed his kissing, with his tongue doing whatever it wanted while I let it.
But I knew what I was fucking doing and that was the point. I let one hand go down below his ass, pulling him closer to me as the other one roamed to his zipper. I don't know why I was slightly surprised to find him almost completely hard. I thought I would have a bit more work to do. I didn't move to undo the zipper. Instead, I gently rubbed against it, making him inhale through his nose. I rubbed harder, making him tense. I found this fun to watch so I very gently rubbed again, making him jerk his head back. When I looked at his face, his eyes were staring at me, almost dominantly.
"Remember what I told you. Don't tease me, you brat." He said the last part jokingly, with a small smirk. But for some reason it still made me feel strange. As if I had to do what he said... but it doesn't matter that much because I was just going to do it anyway. "Uh-huh, sir." I joked back with this, but it just seemed to have an even stronger effect on him. Which was admittedly hot.
He went back to kissing my neck as I slowly unzipped his jeans. I rubbed my hands against his black plaid boxers one more time before dropping to my knees, his lips making a popping sound as they disconnected from my shoulder.
I've done this a million times before, and I've always been perfectly content to do so but if anyone else saw me like this I would actually kms. Most of the time it surprises my partners that I'm not usually the top, which I take as a compliment. But dropping to my knees in front of someone is always a bit humbling. Or at least most of the time... with Ezra it's kind of different. I guess because I actually feel things with him.
"This good?" I looked up at him for the first time to ask, and I smirked after seeing his expression. He was staring at me with incredible intensity and almost... desire? (Which sounds so corny to think about but it's true.) He grinned and nodded. "If you're sure you're good." I nodded in response before pulling down his boxers. I wasn't too intimidated by his size, as I've seen plenty but it was impressive. Not very surprising though, to be blunt.
I began doing my thing, glancing up to see him leaning his head back onto the wall. After a bit, he placed his hand on my head. I felt his fingers go through my hair before grabbing on more tightly, which felt kind of good. He gently pulled me off. "Is it okay if I help you out a bit?" I knew exactly what he meant and again, I could take it. (More than take it.) I nodded in response. "Make sure to tap on my leg if you need me to stop, okay? And I'm actually serious. I don't wanna hurt you or anything..." I couldn't help but laugh a bit at him. His eyes widened and he looked both confused and... embarrassed. "Don't kid yourself, hotshot." I was still laughing as I looked up at him and he was both scowling and smiling. "Okay, okay, leave me alone." He let out a playful huff and I laughed a bit more. "Now shut up."
He grinned and complied as I started again, this time with him slowly moving my head. He gradually went faster but wasn't going deep, I guess in concern for me. so I went ahead and did that myself. He continued, going faster and harsher, making me gag only slightly and my eyes water just a little bit. I could tell he was pretty close, but then he reached over and grabbed some toilet paper out of the dispenser and slowly held it out to me. I realized why and I had already decided I was going to somewhat impress him instead. I took it from him and tossed it to the side.
Very soon he was ready and I didn't move when he released his hand. Instead, I easily swallowed it before pulling off of him. I was panting quite a bit, with him also breathing a bit heavily. He pulled his pants up and redid the zipper and button.
I was a bit confused when he knelt down in front of me until he took my chin and opened my mouth. He moved his eyes from mine and down to my mouth. I was surprised and flustered from him holding my mouth open but I lifted my tongue, just to be cocky. He gave a weak chuckle and released my jaw. "Hm. Good boy. But a little unnecessary." My ears instantly burned from his pet name. "Asshole." I shrugged and leaned against the wall. "Sorry. And... thank you?" I laughed again. "So? Was I the best you ever had or what? Hotshot?" I grinned at his own name. He scowled again, probably still embarrassed. "Honestly... yeah, probably though."
For some reason, I felt secretly giddy. It was certainly an ego boost. " 'Don't doubt it." I joked. He rolled his eyes. I watched as he stood and went out of the stall and to the sink, running a paper towel under the faucet. I didn't move as I knew the drill. He came back over and began gingerly wiping my face and neck, making me sheepish. I felt more embarrassed when he stopped and stared at me for a moment, looking almost sentimental. But then he had turned his attention to fixing my hair a bit and then adjusting my shirt. Again, very embarrassing, but sometimes I like to let him do that stuff because I know it makes him feel better. After a minute, he stood back and pulled me to stand by my hands. I exited the stall with him as he washed his face.
My eyes widened though when I saw the damage in the mirror. I looked very red and ruffled up, making it obvious to anyone if they were to walk in here right now what had just happened. But my jaw dropped as I got closer and saw a mark on my neck. A hickey. Fucking asshole... But honestly it wasn't too terrible, I've had worse but still probably noticeable. But then I remembered to move my collar to the side and saw the real damage. My collarbone and shoulder were littered with much darker spots and even a few bite marks, which I knew would go away in a few hours.
"Wow, really marked your territory, huh, hotshot?" I said this with a fake annoyance and he looked over with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry about the one on your neck. The other ones I'm not." This made me turn red all over again from the confidence of his voice. "Do you think that anyone's gonna notice? I mean I don't wanna go to cl- Oh fuck. Class." I mentally face palmed as I remembered where we were going before we got into this whole neck-branding incident. And from the look on his face, so did he.