Hayden-Ethan Chronicles

Ethan bent over to pick up his backpack. The school was the next thing to empty, lights already going dark. He'd only stayed behind to help pack up some of the stuff from the homecoming dance. The student council had been pretty pleased with how it had proceeded. He was relatively happy with the entirety as well, if it came down to that.

Bag, homework…I think that's it, he thought in satisfaction, hoisting the over-filled pack onto his back and beginning the trek down the hallway for the exit doors. He was halfway there when an unusual shadow in one of the side hallways distracted him for a moment. "Who's there?" he called down the way.

The shadow moved closer. He still couldn't see a face but just by the way it moved, he thought he could identify who it was.

"Hayden! The dance is over – go home."

Hayden was quite a notorious individual… Not someone to have around after the school was empty.

The shadow paused briefly, made an odd bobbing motion and disappeared into one of the open classrooms.

Dammit…I'll have to make him leave, Ethan realized. He dropped his bag on the ground and stalked down the hallway, arriving outside the door and stopping. "Hayden?"

No answer.

He stepped into the room, peering around in the dim lighting. The moment he was a few feet away from the door, it slammed shut. He jumped in surprise, then growled in annoyance. "Hayden, get your ass over here. I am not in the mood for this."

A silky voice purred in response, right behind him. "Then what are you in the mood for?" Arms wrapped around Ethan's waist, pulling him back against a warm body.

"Let me go," Ethan ordered, twisting a bit in the grasp. A light chuckle near his ear made him freeze.

Hayden's hand dipped lower, fooling with the valedictorian's zipper. "Oh, I don't think you want to be let go quite yet," the other male teased, petting Ethan through his pants.

Surprised at the method of attack, it took Ethan a moment to react. He yanked away, backing up. Hayden followed him. Now that Ethan's eyes were becoming adjusted to the lighting, he could see the other a bit better. The dark-haired male sported a smirk.

Ethan fought down annoyance. "Stop it," he commanded. "Get your stuff and leave."

Hayden laughed and lunged forward, surprising Ethan. In a flurry of motion, the valedictorian's hands were pinned above his head and he was against a wall, Hayden leering at him. "I'll leave if you come," the dark-haired male whispered into Ethan's ear.

Come? Of course, I'd be leaving too…

"I'd be leaving too –" he said, a little uncertainly.

Then Hayden drove all doubt about what he meant out of Ethan's mind. The other's teeth came together sharply on Ethan's earlobe as a hand succeeded in undoing the valedictorian's belt and slipped inside. "You gonna come for me?" Hayden teased, running a hand up and down Ethan's semi-erect shaft.

Ethan opened his mouth to protest. Instead, a small moan escaped.

Soft laughter – that was Hayden, and his torturous hand, kneading gently at Ethan's balls. His other hand let go of Ethan's wrists and traveled down the blond's shirt, unbuttoning the pristine covering as it went. The Hayden withdrew his hand from Ethan's pants altogether, causing a sigh of frustration to escape.

"I wanna see the rest of you, first. Strip."

Ethan moved to comply. He was thinking with his head, all right, but not the head housing brains. His cock wanted what Hayden promised, and he stripped down quickly. The moment his boxers hit the floor, Hayden was all over him, a rough mouth kissing him, the hand between his legs once more, making him moan.

And Hayden pulled away again. Ethan swore. Hayden laughed. "You're too hot not to fuck," he commented, hands going to undo his own pants, revealing an erection of his own.

Ethan saw it and momentarily was jogged back into reality. He was standing in a science room – naked – with one of the worst trouble makers in the school. It probably wasn't a good idea –

Hayden came forward and started stroking Ethan's cock again, and the worries all vanished from the blond's head. The dark-haired Hayden guided the two of them over to one of the lab tables and urged Ethan to bend over it.

He did so. The black top was cool, chilly. He shivered. Hayden pressed a half-kiss, half-bite to the back of his spine. "It'll warm up once we get moving," he murmured to Ethan.
Movement behind Ethan made him look. Hayden was sucking his fingers. For a moment, he didn't see Ethan looking, but when he did, the troublemaker smirked. "Wanna suck?" he asked, pushing his wet fingers towards Ethan's mouth. The blond hesitated only a moment before accepting the digits and sucking on them, tongue twining around teasingly. Hayden pulled them back after a bit.

"Almost makes me wish your mouth was where my cock was going, sweetie," he purred.

Ethan jumped when he felt something warm and slick dip between his crack, probing at his hole. It felt odd. Hayden chuckled. "Like that, hmn? How about another…" Another finger added itself in, scissoring back and forth inside Ethan's body, pushing in deeper each time until he was seeing white spots on contact.

He moaned at the loss of contact when Hayden withdrew. "Maybe some other time I'll finger fuck you," Hayden offered, "but right now…I wanna fuck you for real." He moved up behind Ethan and the blond could feel the tip of Hayden's cock pressing at his hole.

Slowly, it slipped in, going slow. Every so often Hayden paused, just a care so it wouldn't hurt too much. Once he was fully sheathed, Ethan had another reality check. He was in the science room, naked, with a troublemaker…and had a cock up his ass.

Hayden pulled back a bit and then shoved in, making Ethan's upper body skid along the tabletop. "You're fucking tight," the dark-haired male gasped, hands on Ethan's hips to steady them both. "So. Fucking. Tight." Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust, and as the motions grew progressively harder, Ethan's vision went light and dark by turns. He was moaning openly, wantonly.

"You sound like a bitch," Hayden growled into his ear, laughing. "Who woulda guessed the smartest guy in school woulda moaned like a slut?" He pounded home, keeping Ethan from retorting with anything more than new moans.

"That's right, keep it up. You can be my bitch."

One hand snaked around to start jerking roughly on Ethan's cock. Pressure was building in his balls, and he panted harder. Hayden kept the motions in time with the thrusts, and after an extended moment, Ethan released with a cry, spattering come across the floor and the underside of the lab table. As his body tensed up, Hayden kept pounding into him, coming a few seconds later, much more quietly.

The dark-haired male pulled out of the blond and laughed a bit, seeing Ethan spread out still on the table, panting. "Well, bitch, what'd you think of your first real fuck?" He didn't wait for a response – moved in closer and spread Ethan's legs a bit further, appraising the blond's used hole. White come dribbled out of it. "You're quite a mess back here," Hayden teased. "Maybe you could use some clean up…"

Ethan had no idea what Hayden was talking about, but he gasped at a weird sensation in his rear, twisting to see what was going on. A firm smack on his rear stopped his motions, though.

Behind him, Hayden's mouth was pressed against his entrance, tongue dipping in, stroking his insides. After a moment, Hayden withdrew, smacking his lips. "Well, that's two things for another day, hmn?" he asked, pulling Ethan up and pushing him in the direction of his discarded clothing. "Finger fucking and tongue fucking. And maybe a third, too…" he mused.

"A third?" Ethan asked, dressing and looking at Hayden quizzically.

"Fucking with an audience. A nice, big, audience, all staring at you, jealous that you're moaning for me, that you're my bitch." A laugh. The dark-haired Hayden slung an arm around Ethan's mostly dressed shoulders, dragging him towards the door as the valedictorian fumbled to get his belt in its loops and zip his zipper at the same time.

"I wonder what they'll make of your come all over the floor…come Monday…"