Free Go Your Own Way by Zane Riley Page B

him. He huffed when Lennox moved toward him and stomped over to the chalkboard to wipe down the tray. Lennox followed after him.
    “Hello, handsome.”
    Will turned to face him and his cheeks flushed. Lennox watched Will’s eyes roam over his face and body, and pressed him back against the chalk­board. This was the chance he’d hoped for: a moment alone with that desperate look of desire bursting in Will’s eyes. Will’s lips trembled as his back hit the chalkboard and Len­nox ran his fingers up his arm. He could feel the heat, and the shivers that meant want and hope.
    “L-Lennox, we’re supposed to be finishing up.”
    Lennox paused and looked into Will’s eyes: a magnificent green today that made him ache for Will’s lips against his, to feel his body mold into the space between them until they were panting and arching…
    “You’re hard again,” Lennox said. Will shifted, his face flushing. “Don’t be so shy about it. My lips are great with a nice cock. Preferably yours.”
    “That’s not—we aren’t—you won’t—”
    “I want to,” Lennox said. He brushed his lips over Will’s cheek. He felt Will’s breath catch. “I will if you let me.”
    “That’s, well, its—” Will groaned as Lennox pressed his body forward, his thighs nudging Will’s apart. “Lennox, I’m—”
    “Hard, yeah,” Lennox said with a chuckle. One hand gripped Will’s hip and the other tilted Will’s head toward his. “Kiss me.”
    “We aren’t dating, ” Will gasped, arching into him reflexively.
    “Never said we were,” Lennox said. He rubbed his nose along Will’s neck until Will was groaning in the back of his throat and squirming. “Virgin,” he teased.
    Will’s hands grabbed his face and pressed their mouths together.

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    Kissing was messy. Lennox, as all of his flirting and crude re­marks had suggested, was great. Lennox didn’t hesitate. The swift move­ments and the strong press of his lips didn’t give Will much chance to think about what he was doing or where this might go. And for now, he was fine with that. This was wonderful. Wet, messy, but pleasant bliss to get tangled up in until he forgot the rest of himself.
    Lennox pressed closer; his hands grabbed at Will’s thighs. Will gasped as Lennox lifted him up until the chalk tray was wedged against his ass. It was an odd sort of pain, mingled with all the pleasure and the sparking heat traveling through him. This wasn’t anything like the chaste pecks Will had imagined for so many years; it had none of the sweet innocence he’d dreamed about for his first kiss. None of that seemed to connect with this boy pressing against him and using his mouth to part Will’s lips.
    Will’s hips jerked as Lennox bit his lower lip. He couldn’t stop himself. He was too dizzy to think about anything besides the hands on his thighs and the lips meeting his. Lennox groaned and nibbled Will’s bottom lip until Will’s cock throbbed.
    Lennox yanked his lips away from Will’s mouth. They moved along Will’s jaw, down his throat and back up to a soft spot just beneath his ear.
    He was shattering—splintering—into a million pieces. Nothing had ever felt like this and nothing ever could again. Lennox’s hips rolled against Will. Lennox’s quick, panting breaths against his lips and chin made Will whimper.
    “Fuck, I want you so much,” Lennox said.
    Will’s fingers wound into Lennox’s curls and pulled him closer. Stomach pulsing, hips and lower back aching from the position he was in, Will held Lennox tighter, felt his warm back muscles through his shirt and—
    Something clattered against the door. Lennox jerked his mouth away from Will’s.
    “Damnit! Stupid music stand,” Mr. Robinette said.
    Like flicking a light switch Will’s lust turned off. Lennox stood in front of him, breathing deeply, hands still on Will’s hips, his eyes dark with want. A moment later, Mr. Robinette stepped back into the room. Will shoved Lennox away.
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