Fanwork 17
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sharknastyTitle: [Owl City Lyrics]
Rating: what's the rating for classeless blowjobs and griding in the handicapped stall of a high school boy's bathroom
Warning: look at the thing above
Summary: SEE ABOVE
Clear shoves the textbooks he doesn't need into his locker and checks his watch, an old and weathered thing his Grandpa had given him for his birthday several years ago. It's late, obvious enough from the lack of people in the building, but not late enough for him to need to leave. While he'd killed some time studying in the library, he still had an hour before he needed to go home. At a loss, Clear turns and almost runs straight into Noiz, who is standing less than three inches behind him.
"Oh hello," Clear chirps. His chin is at level with the top of Noiz' head as most times, and this time is no different. The other boy looks mildly disgruntled, which is also no different from usual. Clear can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Noiz actually offer a genuine smile. Clear throws his arms around the other boy's shoulders, reeling him in before he can back off, huffy over his failure to make Clear jump. Three inches is kissing distance after all. Noiz allows him this, muttering just a bit then pushing up on the balls of his feet to press their mouths together.
It hardly matters that Clear prefers kisses to be slow and careful, because Noiz presses against him with a characteristic hastiness that leaves him pulling air in through his nose while Noiz presses his tongue against and then past his lips. He clicks his piercing against Clear's teeth just a little mockingly, but it hardly matters how he means it since it has Clear breathing harshly through his nose. Clear has always had a thing for his piercings.
Noiz hums contentedly into their kiss, almost smug, and grips Clear by the waist. He presses their hips together as best he can with the height difference, pushing Clear into the lockers and grinding against him slowly. Clear tries to speak into the join of their mouths and fails, words coming out as panicky little 'mmph's. Noiz opens his eyes, rolls them, and then pulls off Clear's mouth.
"What."
"Someone might see..." As if to prove Clear's point, somewhere to their left, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat. They both turn to look for the source of the sound, Clear offering a startled 'oh' as Noiz's mouth curls into a snarl.
Virus is standing at the end of the hall, one hand on his hip and the other covering his mouth. He's smiling, that much is obvious from how his eyes look at them. "Well well well..." he murmurs, trailing off.
While they both tend towards ridiculous forms of dress, Noiz has always found a massive difference between Virus and himself. The massive difference of course being that Virus is both a hall monitor and an asshole, while Noiz is just the latter.
"Don't you and your twin have a freshman to push down the stairs somewhere," he says, grip unconsciously tightening on Clear's waist.
"We're not twins," Virus responds immediately, ever present smile curling into a frown for a moment. It vanishes as soon as Noiz drops down to the flats of his feet, pressing a little into Clear as he goes down. They both shiver just slightly and Virus smiles again, much to Noiz's irritation.
"I just thought that I would do my duty as your fellow student and inform you that the halls have security cameras," Virus says, gleefully pointing at the mounted cameras on either end of the hallway.
Clear blanches immediately at the thought of this being caught on camera, but Noiz shrugs nonchalantly and offers Virus a one-fingered salute in return. "Consider your duty done. Feel free to fuck off back to where you came from."
Noiz waits until Virus has at least left his line of sight to comfort Clear, who's hidden his face in his hands in mortification.
"Grandpa's gonna kill meeee," he whimpers, the full range of his worry muffled by his hands. Noiz sighs, pulling Clear's hands away from his face so that he can press their foreheads together. It's a surprisingly tender act coming from him, and he ruins it by grabbing Clear by a wrist and pulling him down the hallway.
"C'mon," he says, "I've got a better idea."
They end up in the boy's bathrooms with no further interruption, although Clear is still embarrassed when they end up in the stall together. Noiz doesn't waste time pressing Clear up against the wall of the stall, who makes a startled sound and then tries to bury his head in his hands again once he realizes they're free. Noiz sighs and pushes up to kiss the back of Clear's hands before pulling them away from his face by the wrist.
Clear's face looks splotchy when he blushes, but Noiz can't really judge, being unable to do so himself. Instead, he kisses Clear again until he can feel the other boy unwind just slightly, then moves down to lick and bite at his neck.
"You worry too much," he mutters into Clear's neck before pushing away and drops to his knees and shoving the other boy's baggy sweater up to his abdomen. "Hold that."
Clear grabs onto it reflexively, used to doing what Noiz tells him in situations like these. It only takes a moment for him to figure out exactly what the other boy intends to do, and when he does, Clear fists his hands in his sweater anxiously.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Do I ever have anything but good ideas?"
Clear could name a lot of terrible ideas Noiz has had, the incident at the mini-golf course being on the top, but it hardly matters when Noiz unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly, shoving his underwear and pants down to his thighs in one fluid motion. He's still hard from their previous fooling around, and Noiz grins up as him when he's at level with Clear's cock before stroking it languidly.
It's not long before Clear is writhing against the wall of the bathroom while Noiz strokes him calmly with an expression that betrays mild interest before taking a tentative lick. Clear bucks into the hand and cries out, and the shout echoes around the bathroom before Clear slaps a hand over his mouth. Noiz is biting on the fabric of his pants, laughter breathy and insubstantial.
"You're loud," he remarks, almost casual, before sliding his mouth over the sides of Clear's cock, licking and sucking at the shaft. He's sloppy and awkward in his motions, which Clear finds delightful when he considers how competent Noiz is usually.
"Is this your first time doing this," he asks. Noiz looks up at him, gaze sharp and suspicious. Sometimes when they're like this, Clear forgets that the other boy is wary and untrustworthy to a fault. "It's okay if it is," he continues, soothing his hands through Noiz hair. He strokes Noiz's hair calmly while the other boy continues what he's doing, messy sucking noises echoing throughout the bathroom.
Clear is squirming against the wall and biting into his hand before Noiz finally, blissfully, pulls his cock into his mouth completely. If his technique is poor, Clear neither knows nor cares, already grateful for the fact that Noiz is sucking him off. Granted, it's in the school bathroom, but it hardly matters when he feels so heavy and light at the same time.
He resists the urge to thrust into Noiz's mouth, to just hold him steady by the hair and fuck it until he comes, instead letting the other boy maintain a firm grasp on his hips and the situation. Noiz pulls him in slow, mouth slick and warm and pleasant, and Clear muffles high-pitched noises behind his hands and squeezes his eyes shut. When Noiz sucks hard on the tip, Clear bends forward and pushes him down further until Noiz's hands tighten on his hips in warning and he gags on Clear's cock. Clear eases up and Noiz pulls back immediately, glaring up at him.
"You're not exactly small," he says, deadpan, and then goes back to mouthing lightly over Clear's shaft as a sort of punishment. Clear squirms against the walls and whispers 'sorry' and 'please' and broken versions of Noiz's name until Noiz licks a long stripe up Clear's cock and pulls him back in again. Clear comes almost immediately, twitching his hips against Noiz's hands and fisting his hair hard.
Noiz swallows everything he has to gives with little problem, licking at the sides of his mouth. Clear pulls him up with surprising strength and kisses him, licking his way into the other's mouth. Noiz pulls his pants and boxers up while they kiss, tucking him back in with care before breaking the kiss and offering him a sardonic look.
"Good job on nearly choking m-"
Clear cuts him of, turning them until Noiz is the one up against the wall with Clear pressing a thigh in-between his legs. "Sorry~" Clear chirps, coaxing Noiz to grind against his leg while he rubs slowly. "I'll make it up to you, okay? Okay."
He licks up the shell of Noiz's ear, toying with the piercings using his tongue while Noiz's arms find his back and his hands fist in his shirt. The other boy muffles the sounds coming out of his mouth by biting down on Clear's shoulder, shirt and all, but Clear can still feel the vibrations of his moans and cries. There's a shift for a moment, where Noiz replaces his teeth with his forehead.
"Clear... Clear... I have to-"
Clear doesn't really pay attention, because Noiz is breathy, pliant and open for once. His face is wonderful when he's delirious with pleasure, and Clear thinks it will look even more interesting once Noiz gets those piercings he's been talking about. Either way, he still likes him like this.
Noiz grinds against Clear's leg despite his attempts to warn, pulling him close to press their lips together and holding him tight. He yanks them together suddenly, mashing his lips against Clears when he comes to muffle the sounds working their way out of his mouth. Later he'll find it more than a little pathetic that he came so quickly, but right now he's too busy trying to get off, wanting Clear to press against him a little harder, to care.
Clear presses their foreheads together, looking annoyingly serene with kiss-bruised lips, a soft smile, and messy hair. Noiz doesn't look any better, though his irritation makes him look a little less together than Clear.
"So cute..." Clear murmurs, tracing the blush on Noiz's face with his fingertips. Noiz bats his hand away and growls, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe off what he can. He's in for an uncomfortable drive home, judging by the dampness.
He disentangles himself from Clear, tossing the tissue away in the toilet and flushing it with a foot before grabbing Clear's hand and dragging him out of the bathroom while he smiles placidly. If it were anyone else giving him such a dopy expression after a quickie, Noiz would have found it mocking and decked them in the jaw. It's nothing but sincere and pleased when it comes from Clear, who wiggles out of his worn sweater and ties it around Noiz's waist so the damp spot on his jeans looks less obvious.
"Home?" Clear intones.
Noiz shrugs in response, thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.
"Food first."
Rating: what's the rating for classeless blowjobs and griding in the handicapped stall of a high school boy's bathroom
Warning: look at the thing above
Summary: SEE ABOVE
Clear shoves the textbooks he doesn't need into his locker and checks his watch, an old and weathered thing his Grandpa had given him for his birthday several years ago. It's late, obvious enough from the lack of people in the building, but not late enough for him to need to leave. While he'd killed some time studying in the library, he still had an hour before he needed to go home. At a loss, Clear turns and almost runs straight into Noiz, who is standing less than three inches behind him.
"Oh hello," Clear chirps. His chin is at level with the top of Noiz' head as most times, and this time is no different. The other boy looks mildly disgruntled, which is also no different from usual. Clear can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Noiz actually offer a genuine smile. Clear throws his arms around the other boy's shoulders, reeling him in before he can back off, huffy over his failure to make Clear jump. Three inches is kissing distance after all. Noiz allows him this, muttering just a bit then pushing up on the balls of his feet to press their mouths together.
It hardly matters that Clear prefers kisses to be slow and careful, because Noiz presses against him with a characteristic hastiness that leaves him pulling air in through his nose while Noiz presses his tongue against and then past his lips. He clicks his piercing against Clear's teeth just a little mockingly, but it hardly matters how he means it since it has Clear breathing harshly through his nose. Clear has always had a thing for his piercings.
Noiz hums contentedly into their kiss, almost smug, and grips Clear by the waist. He presses their hips together as best he can with the height difference, pushing Clear into the lockers and grinding against him slowly. Clear tries to speak into the join of their mouths and fails, words coming out as panicky little 'mmph's. Noiz opens his eyes, rolls them, and then pulls off Clear's mouth.
"What."
"Someone might see..." As if to prove Clear's point, somewhere to their left, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat. They both turn to look for the source of the sound, Clear offering a startled 'oh' as Noiz's mouth curls into a snarl.
Virus is standing at the end of the hall, one hand on his hip and the other covering his mouth. He's smiling, that much is obvious from how his eyes look at them. "Well well well..." he murmurs, trailing off.
While they both tend towards ridiculous forms of dress, Noiz has always found a massive difference between Virus and himself. The massive difference of course being that Virus is both a hall monitor and an asshole, while Noiz is just the latter.
"Don't you and your twin have a freshman to push down the stairs somewhere," he says, grip unconsciously tightening on Clear's waist.
"We're not twins," Virus responds immediately, ever present smile curling into a frown for a moment. It vanishes as soon as Noiz drops down to the flats of his feet, pressing a little into Clear as he goes down. They both shiver just slightly and Virus smiles again, much to Noiz's irritation.
"I just thought that I would do my duty as your fellow student and inform you that the halls have security cameras," Virus says, gleefully pointing at the mounted cameras on either end of the hallway.
Clear blanches immediately at the thought of this being caught on camera, but Noiz shrugs nonchalantly and offers Virus a one-fingered salute in return. "Consider your duty done. Feel free to fuck off back to where you came from."
Noiz waits until Virus has at least left his line of sight to comfort Clear, who's hidden his face in his hands in mortification.
"Grandpa's gonna kill meeee," he whimpers, the full range of his worry muffled by his hands. Noiz sighs, pulling Clear's hands away from his face so that he can press their foreheads together. It's a surprisingly tender act coming from him, and he ruins it by grabbing Clear by a wrist and pulling him down the hallway.
"C'mon," he says, "I've got a better idea."
They end up in the boy's bathrooms with no further interruption, although Clear is still embarrassed when they end up in the stall together. Noiz doesn't waste time pressing Clear up against the wall of the stall, who makes a startled sound and then tries to bury his head in his hands again once he realizes they're free. Noiz sighs and pushes up to kiss the back of Clear's hands before pulling them away from his face by the wrist.
Clear's face looks splotchy when he blushes, but Noiz can't really judge, being unable to do so himself. Instead, he kisses Clear again until he can feel the other boy unwind just slightly, then moves down to lick and bite at his neck.
"You worry too much," he mutters into Clear's neck before pushing away and drops to his knees and shoving the other boy's baggy sweater up to his abdomen. "Hold that."
Clear grabs onto it reflexively, used to doing what Noiz tells him in situations like these. It only takes a moment for him to figure out exactly what the other boy intends to do, and when he does, Clear fists his hands in his sweater anxiously.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Do I ever have anything but good ideas?"
Clear could name a lot of terrible ideas Noiz has had, the incident at the mini-golf course being on the top, but it hardly matters when Noiz unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly, shoving his underwear and pants down to his thighs in one fluid motion. He's still hard from their previous fooling around, and Noiz grins up as him when he's at level with Clear's cock before stroking it languidly.
It's not long before Clear is writhing against the wall of the bathroom while Noiz strokes him calmly with an expression that betrays mild interest before taking a tentative lick. Clear bucks into the hand and cries out, and the shout echoes around the bathroom before Clear slaps a hand over his mouth. Noiz is biting on the fabric of his pants, laughter breathy and insubstantial.
"You're loud," he remarks, almost casual, before sliding his mouth over the sides of Clear's cock, licking and sucking at the shaft. He's sloppy and awkward in his motions, which Clear finds delightful when he considers how competent Noiz is usually.
"Is this your first time doing this," he asks. Noiz looks up at him, gaze sharp and suspicious. Sometimes when they're like this, Clear forgets that the other boy is wary and untrustworthy to a fault. "It's okay if it is," he continues, soothing his hands through Noiz hair. He strokes Noiz's hair calmly while the other boy continues what he's doing, messy sucking noises echoing throughout the bathroom.
Clear is squirming against the wall and biting into his hand before Noiz finally, blissfully, pulls his cock into his mouth completely. If his technique is poor, Clear neither knows nor cares, already grateful for the fact that Noiz is sucking him off. Granted, it's in the school bathroom, but it hardly matters when he feels so heavy and light at the same time.
He resists the urge to thrust into Noiz's mouth, to just hold him steady by the hair and fuck it until he comes, instead letting the other boy maintain a firm grasp on his hips and the situation. Noiz pulls him in slow, mouth slick and warm and pleasant, and Clear muffles high-pitched noises behind his hands and squeezes his eyes shut. When Noiz sucks hard on the tip, Clear bends forward and pushes him down further until Noiz's hands tighten on his hips in warning and he gags on Clear's cock. Clear eases up and Noiz pulls back immediately, glaring up at him.
"You're not exactly small," he says, deadpan, and then goes back to mouthing lightly over Clear's shaft as a sort of punishment. Clear squirms against the walls and whispers 'sorry' and 'please' and broken versions of Noiz's name until Noiz licks a long stripe up Clear's cock and pulls him back in again. Clear comes almost immediately, twitching his hips against Noiz's hands and fisting his hair hard.
Noiz swallows everything he has to gives with little problem, licking at the sides of his mouth. Clear pulls him up with surprising strength and kisses him, licking his way into the other's mouth. Noiz pulls his pants and boxers up while they kiss, tucking him back in with care before breaking the kiss and offering him a sardonic look.
"Good job on nearly choking m-"
Clear cuts him of, turning them until Noiz is the one up against the wall with Clear pressing a thigh in-between his legs. "Sorry~" Clear chirps, coaxing Noiz to grind against his leg while he rubs slowly. "I'll make it up to you, okay? Okay."
He licks up the shell of Noiz's ear, toying with the piercings using his tongue while Noiz's arms find his back and his hands fist in his shirt. The other boy muffles the sounds coming out of his mouth by biting down on Clear's shoulder, shirt and all, but Clear can still feel the vibrations of his moans and cries. There's a shift for a moment, where Noiz replaces his teeth with his forehead.
"Clear... Clear... I have to-"
Clear doesn't really pay attention, because Noiz is breathy, pliant and open for once. His face is wonderful when he's delirious with pleasure, and Clear thinks it will look even more interesting once Noiz gets those piercings he's been talking about. Either way, he still likes him like this.
Noiz grinds against Clear's leg despite his attempts to warn, pulling him close to press their lips together and holding him tight. He yanks them together suddenly, mashing his lips against Clears when he comes to muffle the sounds working their way out of his mouth. Later he'll find it more than a little pathetic that he came so quickly, but right now he's too busy trying to get off, wanting Clear to press against him a little harder, to care.
Clear presses their foreheads together, looking annoyingly serene with kiss-bruised lips, a soft smile, and messy hair. Noiz doesn't look any better, though his irritation makes him look a little less together than Clear.
"So cute..." Clear murmurs, tracing the blush on Noiz's face with his fingertips. Noiz bats his hand away and growls, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe off what he can. He's in for an uncomfortable drive home, judging by the dampness.
He disentangles himself from Clear, tossing the tissue away in the toilet and flushing it with a foot before grabbing Clear's hand and dragging him out of the bathroom while he smiles placidly. If it were anyone else giving him such a dopy expression after a quickie, Noiz would have found it mocking and decked them in the jaw. It's nothing but sincere and pleased when it comes from Clear, who wiggles out of his worn sweater and ties it around Noiz's waist so the damp spot on his jeans looks less obvious.
"Home?" Clear intones.
Noiz shrugs in response, thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.
"Food first."