Hey Guys! Here's another chapter of my new series. Thanks for all the great feedback, I'm so happy you guys like the story. There's a little more action in this chapter, but still so much more to come. Let me know what you think- any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.
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Chapter 2: Let's make 'em count
Oliver hid away in Mrs. Valdez's Geometry room, covering himself with the door as he looked out to the stream of classmates that roamed the halls. He felt a rush as he peeked through the slightly cracked door, knowing that Matty would walk by anytime soon on his way to his locker. It wasn't until this morning that he remembered he had a dental appointment, so he had to tell Matt he didn't need to be picked up. He knew that this was the perfect opportunity to catch him by surprise, and hopefully, continue what they started last night.
A few moments later, Oliver saw him weave himself through the crowd. He was impressed at how easily he blended in, almost becoming another face in a sea of teens. Oliver wondered if that's why he hadn't bumped into Matt sooner, as if the boy had become a chameleon blending in with his surroundings as to not be noticed. And he did a damn good job. But as he walked closer, Matt's sun-kissed skin and well-pronounced dimples stood out among the crowd. Oliver stepped past the door, reaching out and grabbing Matt by the strap of his Herschel back pack, pulling him into the room.
Matt fought back a bit, unable to see the person pulling at him from behind. Oliver turned the boy around, impressed at how difficult it was to pin the boy down. He definitely wasn't the scrawny kid that could never hold his own when they would wrestle in the living room. It wasn't until Matt saw Oliver's stupid grin, that he finally relaxed. He complained, "Ollie, you can't just sneak up on people! Christ."
Oliver flashed his famous smile, "That was kinda the point, genius."
Matt rolled his eyes as he fixed his backpack, "Why are we even in here?"
Oliver raised his hands slightly, rubbing his fingers against the black straps of Matt's bag, "So I can do this." Before Matt could ask what "this" was, Oliver pushed Matt up against the cold concrete wall behind him. He reached back, breaking the impact of Matt's head with his open hand. There was strength in Oliver's movements, but also a subtle grace as he cradled Matt in his hand. Oliver leaned in, planting a firm kiss on Matt's wordless mouth. He moaned, unable to comprehend how Matt's lips could be so soft. As he pulled away, his eyes lingered on the boy's thick brown hair that curled slightly at the edges. Below that, his full eyebrows perfectly traced the crystal blue eyes he found himself treading water in. If he wasn't careful, he'd surely drown.
Oliver caught his breath, "That was for the kiss you gave me last night." He held onto Matt's wrists, "I've been wanting to do that since you left."
Matt breathed out, "I'm glad you did." He continued, looking down at his growing bulge, "But I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to concentrate the rest of the day."
Oliver licked his lips, savoring the remnants of Matt's taste. "Meet you at your car afterschool?"
Matt corrected, "Only if there are more kisses like this in store."
Oliver raised a brow, pulling away from the wall, "You'll have to wait and see, Stevens. And if memory serves, you have a Calculus test next period, so you'd better get to work."
Matt yelled out, "Fuck! I forgot", as he reached into his bag, trying to find his notes.
Oliver shook his head, taunting him, "Oh Matty, what am I going to do with you?"
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The rest of the day was pretty uneventful to Matt. After meeting up with Ollie, he had to somehow conceal his growing cock that pushed hard up against his khaki pants. He was almost annoyed at Oliver for that; leaving him blushed red and covering his crotch with his backpack as he weaved through the halls. When he finally made it to the bathroom, he quickly locked the stall and tugged away at his zipper. Pulling it down, his hard cock poked through the waistband of his boxers. Fully hard, Matt's cock stretched to just about nine inches. He'd always been proud of his size, but today, he wished it wasn't so noticeable. He looked down, seeing the engorged head dripping a strand a clear precum that hung in mid-air. He waited a few minutes for it to go down, shrinking to its normal six-inch state while soft. Grabbing it at the shaft, he stuffed his cock into the tight-fitting boxers and zipped up his pants in a leap. All it took was a kiss from Oliver to send him almost to the edge. And as he made his way to Mr. Keller's Physics class, feeling the wet precum that collected in his boxers against his skin, he didn't know how he'd be able to last like this.
Matt pushed open the double doors, feeling the afternoon breeze blow through his amber hair. He looked over, seeing Ollie leaning up against the passenger door of his car. It was like the scene out of an Abercrombie campaign as the boy dug his deep shoulder blades into the clear glass window. He bit down on his lip as he walked over, unable to believe that he, under a few encounters, had spent many closed spaces with this boy. Matt watched as Oliver's face lit up as their eyes met; a mix of excitement with a single shot of lust on the rocks.
