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Chapter Three





COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!



Jerry, Jos, and Devon paused in front of Jerry's locker, taking in the bold, angry letters scrawled across it."Christ, not again," Dev muttered as Jerry cocked his head to the side and sized up the writing.

"You think it was the football players again?" Jos asked under his breath, glancing around the crowded hall until his eyes hit upon a small group of guys snickering and nudging each other, their faces expectant as they watched Jerry's reaction.

"Who else," Dev muttered, face flushed slightly with embarrassment at his team mates actions. "The cheerleaders did it last time, and it was the other girls before that. Its their turn to put down the loser," he said bitterly, eyes angry.

"Relax, sexies," Jerry said, dropping his bag onto the floor and footing around, pulling at a wide-tipped permanent marker and a small package. "I've got it covered."

Dev and Jos watched as Jerry opened his locker and pulled out the books he would need, stuffing them into his bag. Then he stood and closed the locker, shifting so block the football players'view. Humming quietly to himself he pulled out the marker, his hand darting quickly over the locker.

"There," he said with satisfaction, stepping back from his locker and shouldering his bag. "That looks good now."

Dev and Jos stared, tearing their eyes away for a moment to take in the football players' gaping reaction. They turned back to the locker, now blazoned with a new slogan.



I LOVE ME A GOOD COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!



Flowery stickers spotted around the locker, with quick small sketches of butterflies and rainbows.

"Well...then," Dev finally said."That works, I guess."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Jerry said, voice amused, a wicked glint in his eye. "I figure this works better than putting up wallpaper or painting the locker pink again. The school wasn't too happy about those two. Come on. Don't want to be late to Bio."

Jos and Dev cast one last look at the locker, Jos fighting back his tell-tale blush as he reads the words again. He knew Jerry was referencing one of the infamous comments Jos was prone to let slip at times.

"Late to Biology!" Jerry shouted from down the hall, jolting Jos out of his reverie and Dev out of his contemplation of the odd anger tightening his chest. Why was he so mad, he wondered, as Jos said "Come on. I heard we're having some fun today in lab."





"That was fucking awesome," Jos stated, tossing his bag down onto the floor and quickly planting his ass in achair seconds before it got grabbed out from under him. After glaring down the sophomore who was still eyeing the chair with interest, Jos turned back to the lunch table and met everyone's surprised stare.

"What," he said somewhat defensively."It was."

"I'm sure it is fucking awesome,"Jerry said, breaking the silence. "I'm sure it's even fucking amazing and fucking mind blowing. Hell, it might even be classified as fucking orgasmic. Maybe as just fuck. But, enquiring minds want to know. What is It?"

"It would be the lab today in biology," Dev said dryly. "Jos near had an orgasm from the thrill."

"Hey, it was a good lab."

"I'm sure it was," Dev said calmly, a slight smile on his lips. "I mean, reviewing the organelles of an onion cell. Amazing. I can't think of anything better."

"Well I sure as hell can,"September muttered, looking up from her lunch. "I mean, nothing can beat the satisfaction of successfully taking out an orc, and an evil mage. It's the best feeling."

"Yes, I imagine it is," Alex said, filling the sudden silence. "Just not quite what we were thinking..."

"Really? That's weird." September responded, shaking her head as if she didn't get people and turning back to her lunch.

"That doesn't even begin to qualify as weird," Rene snapped, slamming her lunch tray onto the table and grabbing achair out of a Tim's hands with a vicious snarl. Tim wisely released the chair, raising his hands in surrender and setting off to search out another seat.

"What's got you in a mood today?" Dev asked, shifting out of the way as Rene slammed her chair down and whirled around, purse swinging in a violent arc.

"Nothing!"

Jos spoke up from his position of safety across the table. "Yes. Nothing. Of course. Nothing just pisses me off so much sometimes, especially when Nothing starts being an ass."

September looked at Rene, then turned to look at Jos. She reached into her bag and took out her dice, casting them on the table and eyeing the results with trepidation. Taking a deep breath she asked tentatively "What has made you angry, Rene?"

Rene broke off her glare at Joscelin, who let out a relieved breath, and turned to look at September. "It's just...people," she said with a sigh after taking in September's frightened expression. "They're just being assholes."

"What happened?" Alex asked with concern

"Andrew Muller happened, jumped up on his own importance football playing asshole."

Jerry and Joscelin flinched at the name. "Shit," Jos sighed, "What did he do this time?"

"He spent all of English shouting across the room and making those little cutting comments he's so fond of, and Mrs. Jannings did nothing. It was like she agreed with what he was saying, and just didn't want to show it, so she let him go on, and then yelled at the people who were opposing him."

"What was his topic of choice today?" Devon asked with a cringe, embarrassed to be associated with him.

"What do you think?" Rene asked with a sigh, "Gay people."

Jerry sighed, shaking his head."The usual comments?"

"Yeah," Rene said, "Though the boy is getting inventive. Started going after people associated with them."

There was a moment of silence as everyone glanced around the table, then at Jerry. "What did he say?" Alex asked, breaking the silence.

Rene hesitated a moment, glancing at Jos uncertainly, a faint blush staining her features. "Nothing," she muttered.

"Liar," Joscelin said, eyes narrowing. "He said something about me. What was it?"

"I don't-"

"He's going to find out anyways,"Alex cut in, looking concerned. "He might as well hear it from you and be prepared to face it from others."

Rene sighed and nodded her head."He said that since Jos is friends with Jerry, and they spend time together, that Jos is a fa-uh, gay too."

Joscelin raised an eyebrow, face completely expressionless. "What else?"

Rene blushed furiously and rushed through the rest. "That the only reason Jerry is friends with him is because Jos will get on his knees and suck him."

Jerry and Jos were silent a moment, then they glanced at each other and grinned.

"Joscelin, dearest, our secret is out," Jerry sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "You are, and always will be, the best at giving head I have ever encountered."

"Thank you, Jerry," Jos answered to the sound of laughter and the ringing bell. "You are quite good yourself."

"Nice to see you two can joke about it," Alex said as he shouldered his bag.

"Seriously, though," Jerry murmured, watching as the others walked away. "You can suck cock like nothing Ihave ever encountered before."

Joscelin smiled, laughter still in his eyes. "Thanks," he said, eyes finding Dev in the crowd fighting to exit the lunchroom. "I'm hoping it will come in handy soon."

"I'm sure it will," Jerry said to himself as Jos began threading his way through the crowd. "I don't see how anyone could resist."





"Really, children. This isn't that difficult. Pay attention."

Everyone looked up from what they were doing the next day, pausing in mid-motion to look at Mr. Miyo.

"This," he said, holding up his gecko, "This is Geico. Geico is what is known as a gecko, a /Rhacodactylus ciliatus/."

"No it isn't," Jos muttered under his breath."That's not a crested gecko."

"Shut up, science boy," Dev said with a grin before turning back to Mr. Miyo.

"This," the teacher continued, gesturing dramatically."Is what is called a printer, a Technologus printellus. These two things, geckos and printers, do not mix. So, once again, I will say that you never ever leave geckos unattended near printers. Are we clear?"

The class nodded, hiding their smiles, before returning back to their projects, a low buzz of conversation slowly filling the room again.

"Did he let it out this time again?" Devon asked under his breath as he bent over a sheet of construction paper, carefully cutting with scissors.

"Actually, no," Jos said, looking up from his newspaper clipping. "I think one of the juniors let it out, and then put it down on a table. It just got over there, I guess."

They worked in silence for a few minutes until Jos let out a snort of laughter. "Take a look at this," he said, displaying an article. "Studies show number of teenage parties declining. Clearly they don't know about Jessica."

Dev grinned. "No. I would say the day Jessica begins having less parties is the day hell grows cold." He was silent a moment, hesitating, then he spoke. "Hey, whatever happened with that girl you were after?"

Jos paused, then glanced at Dev. "Not much, really."

"So you didn't make a move on her?"

"No," Jos said with a small smile. "Not yet. Though I'm planning on it."

"That's good man. So who is it? You weren't real forthcoming with a name on Saturday."

Joscelin laughed. "No way am letting go of this one, Dev. You're just going to have to wait."

"Shy, are we?" Dev said with a grin.

"You could say that, yes," Jos answered wryly.

"Well, since I can't get a name, how 'bout adescription? Narrow it down a little for me."

"I don't know..." Jos said, cocking his head to the side as if thinking.

"Come on," Dev urged with a smile. "OK, start with the basics. Do I know her?"

Joscelin laughed. "Yeah, you've met a time or two."

"OK, ok, we're making some progress here. Now, what's the hair color?"

"Light brown, kind of streaked by the sun. Short, spikes out sometimes."

"See, now we're even volunteering information. This isn't bad at all. OK, eye color?"

"Brown."

"Brown hair, brown eyes, let me guess, tanned?"

Jos laughed. "Yeah, my crush is working a nice tan."

"Sounds good." Dev said. "So how tall? And what's the weight? She got a nice body?"

Jos put down his newspaper and scissors and leaned back in his chair, a smile curving his lips as he looked at Dev from beneath his lashes. "Few inches shorter than me, so maybe around 5' 11." Not sure about weight, but the body is to die for. Its just...one look at it and Ineed to go take a cold shower."

Dev laughed. "Yeah, I know how that is. And it sounds like you, boy, have got it bad."

"Of course he has it bad," Mr. Miyo broke in."He's talking to you about it, and Mr. Vera is nothing if not reluctant to talk about his love life."

Joscelin looked over in surprise, grabbing up the paper and scissors again, trying to look like he had been doing something.

"Relax, Mr. Vera, relax. You weren't working. Idon't really care. And before you ask, Devon, I know that because I've heard about Joscelin in the teachers meetings. The entire science department is in love with him, and they talk."

Dev was silent a moment, "Um...do all the teachers talk," he finally ventured to ask. "Because..."

Mr. Miyo laughed. "Yeah, Devon, all the teachers talk. And yes, I know you don't like my class. I'll survive the disappointment," he said dryly. "Anyways, continue as you were." He made acutting gesture with his fingers. "At least pretend to work, in case someone walks by, but really, I don't care what you do."

Joscelin and Devon stared after the teacher for a moment, sitting in silence as they watched him wander over and remove Geico from one of the computers. Then they looked at each other.

"That was just a bit odd," Joscelin said slowly.

"That's one way of putting it," Devon muttered with a shake of his head. "Dammit. I bet Mr. Jones knows I don't like his class, too."

Jos let lose a snort, fixing Dev with an amused look. "Dev, everyone knows you hate science. I'm sure every science teacher in the school knows."

"Yeah," Dev said gloomily. "I know. I'm just so bad at it. Unlike you. Jesus, I thought you were going to get a hard on the way you got excited yesterday when we started talking about osmosis."

Joscelin gave a slow smile. "I might get hard ons for many things, Devon. Osmosis is not one of them."

"If you say so," Dev said with a grin. "So. You get turned on by a lot of things. Your crush one of them?"

Jos let loose a low laugh. "Yes," he purred, staring at Dev. "My crush turns me on. But then that shouldn't surprise you, should it?"

Devon shifted under his friend's suddenly intent stare. "No," he said, unable to hide the edge of sudden unease in his voice."That doesn't surprise me."

"That's good," Jos answered, voice still low, "I wouldn't want you to be surprised."

Devon blinked, unsure of how to answer. He opened his mouth the respond, only to be cut off by Mr. Miyo telling everyone to clean up. With a feeling of relief he didn't quite understand Dev turned and began gathering up the scraps of paper around his desk. What was that about, he thought to himself, wondering why his mind was suddenly thinking of Jos as apredator, sending adrenaline surging through him. He had never seen his friend as a threat before, but something about the way he had looked when he answered Dev had sent a chill sliding down Devon's spine.

"Whatever," he breathed to himself, grunting as he pulled his back pack onto his shoulder. "It's not important."

"That's foolish," Mr. Miyo said from his desk, never looking up from the book he had propped open in front of him. "Everything is important.





"That was important! That was good!" Jerry hissed at Jos. "You made him nervous, and he was interested in you. More importantly, he was interested in who you were interested in."

"I don't know," Jos sighed, flicking a bread crumb into the grass, leaning back to enjoy the sun beating down on him. "I think I pushed too hard."

Jerry made a sound of denial and threw a handful of grass at Jos, who didn't even move. "You can never push too hard, hon," he said.

"Yeah you can," Jos immediately replied.

"Well what did you do?"

Joscelin hesitated, cringing slightly, before saying quietly. "He got kind of...uncertain, I guess, and I saw an opening, so..."

"Crap," Jerry muttered. "You did your commanding thing, didn't you?"

"No," Jos said, drawing out the word. "I did the predator thing."

There was silence, then a murmured curse. "Shit, that's just as bad. Freaks people out."

"Yes, I had noticed that," Jos responded dryly."I don't know what happened, though. He just gave me this great opening, asking me about my crush, and with each question it was getting worse and worse, until finally I couldn't help it, and I just kind of went for it."

"Which explains why we are eating outside today."

"Yeah. I figured give him some space, let him think it over and dismiss it as his imagination. I don't want to risk pushing him again."

"Well I think you made the right choice," Jerry reassured him. "Dev would have seen it eventually, so might as well get it out of the way now."

"If you say so."

"I do say so," Jerry answered. "And really, Idon't think you have that much time left."

Jos cracked an eye, glancing down at Jerry."What do you mean?"

"People are starting to, you know, wonder. Imean Andrew's comment yesterday? Right on the mark, and with the rate at which that boy thinks you know that he must have been coming up with it for weeks. Which means that other people have probably noticed things, too, and just have the courtesy not to yell it across a room."

With a sigh Jos nodded his head in agreement."Probably," he murmured. "I guess it has to come out eventually."

"Yeah, it does," Jerry agreed. "But not yet. Not before you get a chance to get Dev. Because learning that you're gay is only going to freak him out, make him think too hard about all the things you say to him. And then he's going to pick up on all the hidden meanings you love to work into conversations."

"Shut up," Joscelin muttered. "It's fun."

"I don't deny that it is," Jerry said with alaugh, "But it still means that you need to make your move. And Jos, the clock is ticking. Time is running out. Devon is going to get snagged by a girl before long, or people are going to figure out that your sexual orientation isn't what you've been saying it is for the past four years. Make your move soon, or you're not going to have a chance."





Devon scowled as he walked towards the science wing, the halls empty, everyone else already in their classes. Dammit, why did the guidance counselors have to call him out of science class to talk about college options when they were doing a lab? Now he needed to make it up during his lunch period. At least Jos will be here to help me out, he thought with relief. So I'll know I'm doing it right.

He shouldered open the door and stepped into the empty science room, slinging his backpack onto one of the long black tables before going to the back and beginning to gather all the materials he would need together. As he set up the lab his mind began to wander to earlier this morning, before school.

Rene had walked up to him and started aconversation, September joining them later, their presence ensuring that none of Dev's football or cheerleader friends approached. They had been sitting in the courtyard, joking and laughing, when Rene had suddenly blurted out"Willyougotothewinterdancewithme?"

Dev had blinked, surprised, and, being the witty individual he was, answered with "What?"

Rene had blushed furiously and said quietly "Do you want to go to the winter dance with me?"

Devon had been shocked, and still was. Rene was his friend. She wasn't girlfriend material, was she? Dev had cocked his head to the side and looked at Rene, looking at her as a woman, not as his friend. He had been kind of surprised to realize that she was cute.

Opening his mouth to answer Devon had suddenly found himself pausing, wondering what Joscelin would think of the match up. Confused he had looked over at September, who had already cast her dice and proceeded to give him the thumbs up. Without knowing why Devon had taken her advice and said yes, quickly reassure Rene that he would love to go with her, and that no, he wasn't saying yes just because he felt sorry for her.

Relieved she had given him a sunny smile and aquick kiss on the cheek, dashing off to her first period class as the bell rang, leaving Dev to look at September, who met his gaze and said something about the Fates and fun and manipulating before taking off, leaving Dev confused.

I still am confused, he thought wryly to himself as he settled back to wait for Joscelin, who had agreed to help him out with the lab, to arrive. Maybe it was because of that dream.

He had had another of those freaky erotic dreams last night. He really needed to stop reading romances right before he went to sleep. They were doing weird things to his subconscious. It had been athreesome this time, him, and girl and a man. And, oddly, it was only when the man had begun stroking Dev's erection and whispering for him to come that Devon had climaxed.

The opening door pulled Dev out of his rehash of the dream. He glanced up, his eyes immediately lighting on Joscelin as he walked into the room with that smooth, lazy stride of his, his body relaxed, his blonde hair falling into his oddly intent eyes again, chest pressing against the front of his-

What the fuck? Dev looked quickly down, alarmed. Where exactly had his thoughts been going, there? He hadn't really been admiring Joscelin's chest, had he? No, he reassured himself. Thinking about the dream had caused him to make the connection in reality to the nearest male.

"Hey Dev." Jos said, voice an octave lower than usual.

"Jos."

Joscelin walked over, pulling his chair over next to Devon's and lounging back, eyes quickly taking in the set up of the lab before he nodded his approval.

"Looks like we've got everything. Ready to begin?"

Dev glanced over at him, unsure about the weird tone of those last words. Am I missing something, he asked himself, confused.

"Yeah," he answered, trying to hide his emotions. "We can start now."

Joscelin smiled, grey eyes hooded."Good," he murmured before reaching out and starting up the experiment.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching as the liquid bubbled, writing down their observations. It was strangely silent, their normally easy conversation gone. Jos sat as still as he could, trying to stop his eyes from sliding to Devon, trying to reign the desire Jerry had sparked earlier before school.

Jerry had come up to him, excited, and launched right into a detailed account of last nights sexcapade. Then, noticing Jos's growing lust, Jerry had laughed and started talking about Dev, describing his body, speculating on what he would be good at in bed, how he would react, what he would taste like, and doing everything he could think of to drive Jos crazy

"What the hell are you doing?" He had finally snarled at Jerry, shifting his bag around to hide his hard on.

Jerry had grinned. "I'm getting you worked up."

"Yes, I can fucking see that. Why?"

"Because I want you to make your move on Dev today."

"What? Why? And why do you think this is going to help?"

"I want you to make your move on Dev, because I overheard Rene talking, and she's trying to work up the nerve to ask him to go with the winter dance with her. And don't snarl at me, I'm not asking him. And besides, its not like you can stop him from saying yes unless you have a claim to him, which, as of now, you don't."

"The fuck I don't," Jos had growled, speaking without thinking. "He's mine."

Jerry had smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way. Now you just need to convince him of that."

I hope I'm not going to fuck this up, Jos thought, agitated and aroused, feeling that hungry, possessive part of his nature begin to assert itself again as they hit the waiting part of the experiment. They had half an hour to sit around and do nothing. Jos felt the urge to speak building up in him and clamped it down hard, knowing that nothing he said would go over well in the mood he was in. Finally Dev sighed, unable to take the silence and the strange awareness of Jos's tense body next to his anymore. "Want to compare observations?"

Jos went still a moment, glanced down at his notes, then slowly nodded his head, fixing Dev with another intense, unreadable look. He slid his paper over, reaching out and grabbing Dev, eyes lingering on Devon's face a moment before he lowered them to read. Dev stared at him a second, then shook his head in confusion, grabbing the paper and glancing down at the notes.



"-No changes shown

-Slight tension on surface

-Some movement back and forth

-Shifting around uncomfortably"



Devon frowned. What the hell were these observations? He glanced up at the liquid they were observing. Liquid doesn't have emotions....



"-Nervous movements

-Breathing through mouth, licking lips

-Eyes getting darker

-Muscles tensing

-Shirt makes him look very sexy"



Devon felt his eyes go wide, his breathing momentarily freeze. Holy shit. Jos hadn't been taking notes on the experiment; he had taken observations on him. He jerked his gaze up and barely managed to stifle a gasp. Joscelin had shifted his seat around without him noticing, leaning forward as close as he could get without being seen. His legs were spread, pants pressed tight against-

Devon's brain stuttered to amomentary halt. Oh. My. God. He was hard. He had a hard on. A big ass hard on.

"Jos, what are you doing man," Devon asked, barely recognizing his own voice, it was so shaky. He struggled to breath as his eyes remained fixed on the bulge in Joscelin's pants, a strange excitement beginning to course through him.

Joscelin licked his lips and reached out his hand, stroking it across Dev's shocked face a second before he buried his fingers into his hair. "This," he whispered before pulling their heads closer and pressing his lips down on Dev's, silently praying that this was the right choice.

Joscelin's hips jerked slightly as he pressed his lips against Dev's, pushing his tongue into the other male's mouth before Dev could recover from his shock. Sweet Jesus, he had wanted to do this for so long. Had wanted to taste his friend, press himself close, feel their skin slide together, hear him moan with desire. And he was going to, he decided, unable to control his suddenly surging lust. Right now.

Jos slid his free hand to Dev's hips, shifting their bodies around so that Dev was half in his lap, straddling his leg, thigh pressed against his erection. He slid his fingers under the dark shirt Dev was wearing, stroking smooth skin gently as he deepened the kiss, enjoying Dev's hesitant response as his tongue stroked and tasted, reveling in the feel of skin against his hand.

He sensed the moment with Dev realized exactly whose tongue he was swallowing, and, expecting it, just tightened his hold when Devon suddenly tensed and jerked away, pulling back as far as he could, trying to scramble out of his lap. Jos smiled and allowed him to slide halfway down his thigh before he stopped his backward motion, keeping him in place.

"Joscelin," Devon gasped out, chest heaving, eyes wide with sudden panic, "Let me go. Man, what are you doing? Let go of me."

Jos didn't answer for a moment, his eyes lingering on Dev's kiss-swollen lips. "What am I doing? I'm giving us what we both want." He finally said, raising his eyes to meet Dev's gaze.

"I don't want to do this. Let me go."

"No. And of course you do. You wouldn't be hard otherwise."

Devon opened his mouth to answer and stopped, no words coming out. He's so cute when he's surprised, Jos thought as he and Dev both looked down, staring at the bulge in Dev's pants. Cute when he's hard, too.

"Oh God. I'm not...I can't be...what..."

Joscelin laughed again. "You can't what? Have an erection. I think we have proved that wrong beyond all doubt," he said, moving quickly and giving the bulge a squeeze that made Dev jump and inhale sharply.

"No. I can't be...um...I'm not a..."

"Gay man?" Jos supplied, pulling Dev a few inches higher up his leg. "You aren't. Your bi. What," he asked, seeing the other male's gaping expression. "You didn't know? Because Icertainly did. No straight man gives the kind of looks to guys that you do. All hot and hungry. Sweeping the entire body. Lingering in all the right places. Your looks are enough to have me hard and ready in seconds."

"But-"

"No buts." Joscelin gave a wicked grin. "Yet. Don't think of anything."

He pulled Devon all the way up his thigh, moving so that he was pressing into Dev's erection, making the male gasp and swivel his hips. He moved forward and captured Dev's lips again, teasing with his tongue until they hesitantly parted, allowing him to slip inside.

Dev let loose a low moan and let himself go limp, giving into the sensations flooding his body. He wrapped his arms around Jos and pulled them closer, pressing their bodies together, shifting so he could move a hand against the other male's erection. This is like the dream, he managed to think through his lust. Only better. A lot better. How weird...

Jos gasped low, moving his hips against the hand on him, murmuring encouragement. He loosened his hold and allowed Dev to cautiously explore his body, smiling at the other male's growing curiosity. Devon ran his hands slowly down Jos's chest, hesitantly flicking at his nipples through his shirt, trailing his finger tips across his hard abs, hovering a second before they slid lower, stroking again over his groin.

Joscelin's head fell back with amoan. He grabbed Dev's hand and pressed it harder against the bulge in his pants, squeezing, trying to convey what he needed. Dev's hand stuttered, the gripping, tugging motion he had started halting.

"I don't think I can do this," he said, breathing getting faster, his body tensing up. He began to pull away, trying to separate their bodies, panicking as what he was doing began to filter in.

"No, babe," Jos murmured, trying to hide his sudden fear. He couldn't let Dev think right now, knew that it would only make him pull away. He tightened his hands on Dev's hips, holding the shorter male in place as he squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away. "You can do this. Maybe," he said, cocking his head to the side, a wicked gleam lighting his eyes as he realized what he needed to do, "You just need some incentive."

Dev stilled, body still tense, ready to bolt. "Incentive?" His voice was hesitant, but he couldn't hide the curiosity in it.

"Yes. Incentive."

Joscelin stood and lifted Devon, his muscles flexing, attracting Dev's hungry gaze. He shivered as he received one of Dev's looks, his already hard cock throbbing, demanding to be used. He set Dev on the lab table away from the experiment, positioning him near the edge, moving to stand between his thighs.

He locked eyes, brown fixed on grey, and slowly sank down to his knees. Without looking away from Dev he grabbed athick science book off the floor and moved it over, the few inches giving him the height he needed to clear the lab table. Smiling, his hands moved, making quick work of Dev's fly, pulling it open to reveal black boxers beneath.

Licking his lips he hooked his hand under the waist band and tugged the pants down, Dev lifting his hips to help, his breathless panting the only noise he made. Grinning, Jos leaned forward and ran his tongue across the bared skin of his navel, making Dev gasp and jerk, his skin shivering slightly. Jos repeated the caress, enjoying the slightly salty taste, relishing Devon's reaction.

Moving his head Joscelin took the waistband of Dev's boxers in his teeth and pulled down, lowering them to Dev's ankles, leaving them to get tangled with his pants. Devon let out a slightly strangled sound at the contact against his cock, his hands curling into fists against the table, head falling back a moment before he forced it upright again, wanting to see what was happening.

Joscelin sat back on his heels with a smile and took a moment to admire the sight before him. Devon's shirt rode up above his navel, skin bare from there downward. He drank in the sight of Dev's erect cock, feeling his own jerk in response.

I have wanted to taste that for so long, he thought, moving hungrily forward, wrapping a hand around the base as he carefully lowered his head, giving Devon time to protest, grinning when none came.

Devon gasped and cried out as the head of his cock disappeared into Jos's mouth, quickly followed by the rest of the shaft as Jos hungrily sucked him in, teasing with his tongue until Dev collapsed backwards, moaning, his hands fisting in Joscelin's hair as he unconsciously pumped his hips, driving into the wet heat surrounding him.

Jos moaned, sending vibrations shivering along his length, spearing through Dev's body. The male's tongue was working, stroking the shaft, swirling across the tip, wrapping and sliding. He nipped lightly with his teeth, moving his mouth back and forth slightly, creating friction across Dev's entire cock. He skillfully played Dev's rising desire, knowing just when to suck harder and when to back off, when to torture the tip and when the slip around the shaft.

Devon could feel his hips moving faster and faster, pushing harder in Jos's mouth on every thrust as his body took control. His mind focused entirely on the pleasure shooting through him, concerned only with getting more. He tried to hold back as his thrusts became deeper, not wanting to gag the other male, but Jos moved quickly and pressed forward, taking as much of Dev's cock into his mouth as he could, easily deep throating it until Dev was sheathed to the hilt.

Dev cried out as he felt his climax nearing, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm and buck wildly. Jos let out amoan of delight and ran his tongue across Dev's entire length in a long stroke. Then he pulled back, laughing slightly when Dev made a sound of protest. Dev groaned again, unconsciously reaching down a hand to finish himself off, yelping with Jos slapped it away.

"Not yet," Jos whispered, rising to his feet. "You don't get to come yet. I haven't finished playing with you."

Dev gasped at the words, reminded again of his dreams as Jos slid up onto the table and crawled forward, using ahand to shove Dev's shirt up more as he did so, admiring the flesh revealed before he swung a leg across his waist, straddling Dev's body as he bent down for a kiss.

Dev moaned as his tongue was sucked into Jos's mouth, the taste of himself on Joscelin's tongue making his body involuntarily ripple, trying its best to press against Jos. Jos let out a low laugh and obligingly pressed his hips down, grinding their erections together.

"Now," he said, shifting so he could grind his hard on against Dev's stomach, "It's my turn."

Dev licked his lips, suddenly uncertain, but not questioning the urge to satisfy Jos that was running through him. "Ok," he said hesitantly. "I've never done that before, but I guess..."

Jos laughed, sliding along Dev's body to get off the table, reaching forward and tugging the other male onto his feet as well. "Dev, I'm not asking for that." He slid his hands around Dev's waist, then slowly slid them downward, squeezing his ass, pulling him hard against his body. "I want something a little more...intense." He shifted his fingers to glide across the crease of Devon's ass, making him jump and suck in a hard breath.

Taking advantage of his surprise Jos shifted Devon in his arms, pressing their bodies together back to front. He slid his hands down, stroking the sensitive skin where leg met hip before flattening his hands against the area and pulling back, thrusting his hips forward at the same time.

Dev bent over, bracing himself against the table, groaning in the back of his throat. Jos repeated the motion, drawing another groan, then, desperate to feel skin against his cock, pulled back and unbuckled his pants in a flurry of motion, shoving them and his boxers down. He shifted his hips forward and moaned as his pounding cock slid against Dev's ass, fitting smoothly into the crease.

"Fuck, Dev, I need you so bad," He panted, a moment of reason hitting him, making him tear himself away and drop to his knees, quickly searching through his backpack. Dev bent his head forward, gasping for breath, trying to clear his mind of the pulsing desire, barely able to think past the pounding in his cock.

"Jos, what..." He asked, then paused when he heard tinfoil crinkle and saw a wrapper drop to the floor out of the corner of his eye. "Oh. Yeah. That."

"Yes, that." Jos said with abreathless laugh, surging back to his feet, quickly pressing himself against Dev again. "You ready," he panted, grasping his erection and sliding it into place.

Dev tensed and nodded, bracing himself again, taking a deep breath.

"Relax," Jos murmured, stroking ahand up under Dev's shirt, tracing patterns across his torso. "It won't work unless you relax. And believe me, you'll love it once you do."

Devon took a deep breath and nodded, forcing himself to relax his body. Joscelin leaned forward to help, licking his way across the back of his neck and giving light touches to his erection until Dev was moaning softly and panting hard, his mind once again swimming in lust.

Then, before Dev had a chance to think about what was happening and tense again, Jos shifted his hips and pushed the head of his cock inside him, working it carefully past the ring of muscle as Dev jerked and cried out.

Jos murmured soothing words, hating that he was hurting Dev, as he carefully worked his erection deeper and deeper into the other male, until with a groan he couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the final inches in, driving hard. Dev let out a hoarse sound, his entire body moving with the force of the thrust, hands tightening in sudden pain.

Joscelin gripped Devon's hips and barely moved, shifting just enough to feel slight friction as he allowed Dev to adjust to the new sensation of being filled. Dev panted, sucking in a hard breath, trying to accustom himself to the feeling. Slowly he relaxed as his body got used to being filled, and hesitantly moved about, testing out sensations. Jos moaned as Dev began to experiment but held still, building the male's desire until finally Dev was pushing back hard, begging for him to thrust.

Joscelin smiled and did as he was asked, pulling partway out and slamming himself in again, swiftly finding arhythm with Dev, one that soon had them both panting and covered in sweat. Dev cried out with each thrust, his body moving as if he didn't want Jos to leave. Dev tightened slightly around Jos, entire body tensing as pressure began to build in his cock. Jos slid a hand down and cupped the male's balls as he began to pound fast and furious, driving himself higher and higher, taking Dev with him.

He groaned and lowered his head to Dev's shoulder, his hand flexing, squeezing Dev's balls, suddenly setting off the male's orgasm. It ripped through him, making his entire body tense, his voice hoarse as he yelled out Joscelin's name, pumping his cock against Jos's hand as he came across the table. Jos groaned as his own climax hit, slamming him into Dev as his body shook and shuddered, emptying himself into the other male.

Slowly they sank down to the floor, Jos carefully withdrawing from Devon's body after a while, both moaning softly at the friction. They lay there, leaning against each other, panting, until without speaking they turned their heads and locked lips in a slow, satisfied kiss, tongues stroking and playing, tangling as they lazily fought for dominance. Joscelin broke off carefully and rested his head against Dev's shoulder, sighing contently, smiling as a thought ran through his mind.

Mine.