''Ahh, Damien p-please not h-here. I have class in five minutes.'' Steven informed me, a moan traveling soon behind. I let my mouth abandon his erect nipple as I began sucking on his unmarked neck.

''So do I,'' I breathed out against his skin, placing a kiss to his soft spot right beneath his ear. He shuddered. I had him melting under me within seconds.

He's always like this when I start on him. I haven't even kissed him yet and he's already moaning my name.

''Damien, t-three minutes.'' He released from his lips despite his frequent panting for air. My laughter floated in the air, my lips moving from his neck.

It would be really cruel of me to leave him in his state of discomfort, seeing as though I am the one who put him there.

I thought about it for a minute, then shrugged.

His continuous countdown wasn't exactly a turn on.

I reached down, picking my shirt up from the floor, quickly pulling it over my head. ''Remember,'' I said, looking him deep in his caramel brown eyes, a smirk hanging at my lips. ''It was your call to finish yourself off.''

I slipped out of the janitors closet before he could object. As I'm swiftly making my way down the hall, I glance briefly at my wrist watch.

Haha, two minutes left Steven, I hope your hand works wonders.

Students start piling into the hall at the sound of the bell ranging. I continued making my way to my final class of the day, which by chance, just so happens to be his as well.

I took my usual seat in the back, watching as the rest of the students piled into the classroom. Inwardly, I laughed. There's no way he's going to make it, there is only a few minutes left 'till the tardy bell.

I smiled, seeing the Teacher walking in and calling the class to order. He started with the attendance.

I've never really understood why we did attendance at the end of the day. I mean c'mon, don't they think we've learned enough to be able to skip the last forty-five minutes of school?

God, the Board of Education is so stupid. I would definitely be as far away from this place as I could be if it wasn't for Steven.

I honestly never knew he was such a nerd until he made a rule that if I skipped school more than four times a week I wouldn't get any. Not that I get any anyway. But even thought I hated being here, I stopped skipping for him.

Deep down, I know he did that to help me, and in a way I am thankful to him. Before I only came to school on Tuesdays and Fridays.

Tuesdays are tolerable and Fridays are the most important day of the week. It's a test day, and the most exciting day of the week. You wouldn't believe me if I told you what goes down at this school.

The bell rang and in the same second a panting Steven came running into the classroom. His hand was clutching his stomach as he made an attempt to try and regain some air back into his lungs.

I laughed loudly, not caring if anyone started to stare.

He quickly shot me a glare from across the classroom. He turned to the teacher and gave him some bs excuse for being late. I doubt that he would have even got in trouble if he was a little late. He's like the Einstein of teachers pets.

Even knowing that, I also knew he'd be so pissed at me for almost making him late that that I wouldn't get any midnight action. Well there goes my late night blowie.

I purposely avoided his gaze as he took his seat beside me. The teacher started going on about some project and I proceeded to put my textbook up like a fort so I'd have a shield as I got on my phone.

I really didn't feel like being bothered right now. I have practice after this and then I have to go home and help my brother with his homework.

I know, funny isn't it? Considering I hate all things school related it seems kind of hypocritical of me to make my brother do his homework. I haven't did any homework since sophomore year. The advantage of having an Asian as a bestfriend.

Anyway, after I help with his homework I have to drop him off by his bestfriends house. I never let him sleep at home when our parents are there.

For the most part they ignore us, and we used to hate that, but when things get bad...when they get really bad, we wished they would ignore us, forget our existence even.

I don't really have any place to go when this happens besides Steven's house, but I can't stay there for more than two days a week. His parents are fucking crazy.

It doesn't matter though because I'd rather be dealing with it than letting my little brother deal with it.

''This is worth fifty percent of you final grade Mr. Vitalé. I hope you're paying attention.'' Mr. Richards said, looking in my direction. I gave him a sarcastic smile, shooting him a thumbs up.

Creative writing isn't exactly my favorite. Anything school related is not to my liking really. And I still don't like how they call the class an elective when the person who has to sit through it for forty five minutes sure as hell didn't choose it.

Steven discretely slipped a folded piece of paper on my desk when the teacher wasn't looking. I smirked. Oh look, the golden child is trying to break few rules. Aye, maybe I'm finally rubbing off on him. I unfolded the paper and read his perfect hand writing.

~Now you're shy? Don't play daft with me Damien. Just tell me you're afraid of me giving you blue balls.~

I smiled at the paper. The nerve of this boy. I glanced over to him before scribbling down my response.

~Are you kidding me? I have a hand, Steven. The only time you scare me is when you start using your foreign ass scholar words. Like 'daft'. What the hell does that mean anyway?~

I slipped the piece of paper back to him, then focused my attention to the game of Angry birds on my phone. Hearing him laugh, I glanced in his direction to see him crumbling up the piece of paper.

When he smiles it shows off his dimples. He'll never admit to it though, since he wants to look mature at every moment, but it makes him look even younger than his actual age. It's really adorable. He's the most attractive person I've ever seen in my life.

''Boys,'' Mr. Richards voice caught our attention. Steven and I both looked up at him. ''Either you can read it out loud, or I can. But just so you know Damien,'' He locked eyes with me giving me a stern look. I smiled back innocently just to piss him off. ''After you pretend to read it, I will read it.''

I rolled my eyes.

Turning to Steven, I gave him a 'what the hell' look, but he was busy staring at the teacher with a pleading expression on his face.

How did we even get caught? We barely passed more than two notes.

Wait!

We only passed two notes. Does this man have eyes in the back of his head or something?

How the hell did he even see past my book fort? This is complete b.s.

''Any day now,'' Mr. Richards said, impatiently. Everyone’s attention was on us. The room suddenly felt like it was getting hotter. I took in a nervous breath.

Literally the first sentence on that paper gave away our secret. And there's no telling what Steven wrote on that paper before he crumbled it up. This is great, just fucking great!

I sighed, reaching my hand out towards Steven so that he could give me the paper. He handed it to me and the feeling of eyes watching me became even more evident.

I quickly shoved the balled up piece of paper in my mouth. When dreamed about deep throating so well that I'd have balls in my throat, this is not what I imagined.

I gaged at least three times trying to swallow it. The class watched in amusement and the teacher stared in dull annoyment. This is the fourth year Mr. Richards has had to deal with me, I'm pretty sure he's used to it by now.

Oh and Steven seemed to enjoy the show. He was laughing so hard his complexion had changed to fifty shades of pink.

''Steven, take your goat to the nurse. When you're done you can go down to the gym and explain and explain to your coaches why you both will be missing practice today because of the detention Damien just earned you.'' Mr. Richards spoke, immediately going back to his lesson after that.

I grabbed my things, shoving them into my backpack and exiting the classroom. A laughing Steven followed me out. I didn't find it funny at all. I felt like there was a ball stuck in my throat, and not the good kind. Plus, paper and ink taste really nasty together.

He was still laughing once we were further down the hall. I gritted my teeth, shoving him into a locker and continuing to walk.

Of course he caught up to me though, the boy is captain of the soccer team, he has legs.

''Shoving the defenseless Asian kid into the locker won't change the fact that you looked stupid.'' He told me, still laughing.

I stopped walking, turning to face him. I pinned him against the wall before he had a chance to react. Capturing his lips in mine, I stole what was left of his air. I should've suffocated the laughing bastard with my lips.

''I did it for you, you fucking idiot so please, stop telling me how stupid I looked, I know,'' I said once I had separated our lips, deciding to let him live. ''What the hell did you write on that paper after you crumbled it up?'' I asked him.

He pushed me back, getting off of the wall. I watched his cheeks flame up as he went into deep blush mode. I laughed, shaking my head.

''Wow,'' I said. ''That bad huh?'' I asked him seriously. He didn't answer me and we started walking again in silence. I wasn't even mad at him for almost getting us caught. It's both our fault. But we really have to be more careful, this town is like the headquarters for homophobia.

''Steven, what if Mr. Richards would have took the paper from you before he warned us?'' The question slipped free from my mind before I really thought about it.

I hate it when my thoughts escape my head. I'd rather just keep it to myself, it makes me feel like an idiot sometimes.

Steven glanced at me briefly.

''I guess--I mean I don't know. I know you would've had my back with it, but I don't really want to think about it, Damien.'' He whispered. I could hear the fear in his voice. ''But that's just bro-code right? We have each others back no matter what?'' He asked, offering his hand out to me.

I took his hand in mine, nodding in agreement.

Two jocks who are secretly gay together.

Two reputations and lives on the line if anyone ever finds out.

A millions things to worry about every minute we're in public together, trying our hardest to hide our feelings for each other.

''Yeah,'' I spoke with ease, ''Just bro-code.''

It's easier to lie when you're happy. With Steven, I'm happy.