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There was no point in going home – how could he after that? – so Keith went back to the locker room to shower off the mess and change into his regular clothes. He decided to go on without underwear because his pair was wet with his cum.
He was keyed up and restless, so he went walking around the neighbourhood, trying to get his head straight. Thinking about it more did nothing to clear up his head. Keith couldn’t stop replaying every touch-fueled moment, every deep kiss…
He got so horned up again, he had to hide in the bushes and jerk off just to release the pressure.
Feeling embarrassed afterwards, he tucked away his dick and licked his hand clean. The activity reminded him of something he’s ashamed of. His dick isn’t very big. He worried about Shiro seeing it and rejecting him. That’s if they even got another moment like that one.
Keith wanted another moment like that one.
God, did he ever.
Shiro too. He’d told Keith he’s everything he wants. Keith wasted time feeling like Shiro had already rejected him, when he’d misunderstood his feelings completely. It was like when he was with Shiro he felt this perfect contentment, but when he was away from him (like now) the weight of the world dropped onto his shoulders.
How could he get Shiro alone again?
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Shiro wasn’t immediately called into Iverson’s office and fired so that was a good sign that either the nurse didn’t snitch or Iverson didn’t care. Afterall, how many blind eyes had Shiro turned for the faculty at this school? Surely, they owed him one. The problem was the grinding feeling in his gut that this nurse thought he was taking some kind of advantage of Keith, when the truth was that Shiro’s in love with him.
It was so obvious now what this feeling was. They were in love. Keith returned his feelings and that made any risk worth it. It wasn’t not Shiro's fault he’d met his soulmate when he was his teacher and Keith was a student. In a few years Keith would graduate and they could be together openly. Until then… until then Shiro just wanted to be alone with him.
Lunch time meant coaching wrestling in the gym, but Shiro couldn’t stand to be around other people right now. He kept flashing back to the feeling of fucking between Keith’s soft thighs. The memory was too fresh and powerful to be ignored.
He put the Captain of the Team in charge of the rest of the practice and retired to his office, making the excuse that he had a headache. His office had windows that looked back out into the gymnasium. Shiro drew the blinds, thinking it made sense for someone with a headache to want darkness to recover.
Finally isolated, Shiro sat down at his desk. His dick was hard and tucked into his waistband (another reason why he needed to get out of teaching wrestling). It didn’t want to go down. Possibly, now that he’d touched and humped Keith’s body, he’d never go soft again.
It was all he could think about, so why fight it? Why not lean into it and fantasize about a future trist with Keith? Think about what he’d look like undressed. What would it feel like to have him suck his dick. What it would feel like to fuck Keith in his tiny perfect ass.
As these thoughts flew through his head, Shiro stroked himself. It wasn’t even his first time masturbating at his desk while thinking about Keith, but it was so much more vivid now that he knew how sweet he was… how he wanted Shiro too…
Everything was possible now. Everything was on the table. He could teach Keith the most important lesson this life had to give, how to enjoy love and sex. How to give his body to another person.
He’d called him coach and it had made Shiro cum.
He was his coach…
Shiro came quickly with a shudder. Cum sprayed onto the underside of his desk (again, not the first time). He’d painted a work of art on the wood dedicated to his love for Keith. He’d take the desk apart and frame the underside if he could.
Finally gaining some post-orgasm clarity, Shiro cleaned himself up and tucked himself away. He rested his elbows on his desk, tented his fingers, and began to plot a way to get Keith alone again.