Unable to resist, Hunter tried again to convince Ryder to speed things up: “It would feel even better if you moved faster.”
“Ha ha,” Ryder facetiously responded, knowing full well what Hunter was attempting to accomplish.
The sexual frustration Hunter was currently suffering from was not amusing in the least, so he switched tactics in the hope of getting some sort of relief. “Prove me wrong, then,” Hunter challenged, thrusting hard to meet Ryder’s weak movement in a silent bid for more.
“As tempting as that idea is,” Ryder drawled while slowly pulling out almost all the way, “I’m rather enjoying this.” There was something gratifying about watching Hunter get worked up into such a state, although Ryder was more than ready to move on as well.
“You bastard,” Hunter cursed under his breath, causing Ryder to chuckle.
Recognizing that paybacks would be hell later unless he complied on some level, Ryder gradually began to pick up the pace, becoming progressively louder, as did Hunter. Ryder was aware of the way that Hunter’s hands explored his body, further heightening his pleasure. His every sense was completely immersed in Hunter and Ryder didn’t have a single complaint about it as he hurried to his end.
Ryder wanted to hold out and last longer than Hunter, but it proved to be too much as he gave in with a wordless moan. He continued his erratic thrusts while working Hunter’s length, finally rewarded with the sight of him climaxing beneath him. It was a captivating visual to Ryder, to witness the way Hunter’s whole body seemed to react to the release of pleasure. Only then did Ryder pull out, feeling incredibly satiated, yet somehow longing for more.
It was the classroom environment that made Ryder start to address Hunter by name. Ryder quickly caught himself, but not before earning a dirty look from Hunter for almost slipping. Sheepishly apologizing, Ryder sat down next to Hunter with a contented sigh.
They sat in silence for a few moments, their shoulders touching as they stared at the blank whiteboard in front of them. Needing to fill the silence, Ryder gestured at the whiteboard as he commented, “You should write something on there.”
“Like what? Welcome to Sex Ed 101?” Hunter scoffed at the ridiculous thought.
Bristling at the implied elementary level of learning, Ryder tried not to read too much into the comment or the potential slight at his own unpolished skills. “I don’t know, just something,” Ryder muttered, startled when Hunter stood up and caged him against the desk.
Leaning closer and trailing kisses along Ryder’s neck up to his ear, Hunter suggested, “Or should I write ‘Professor Dragon’ up there and teach the class myself?”
The sensuous timber of Hunter’s voice made Ryder take a shuddering breath as his hands automatically found purchase on his rival’s slender hips. “You aren’t dressed for it,” Ryder pointed out, still caught up in heat of the moment.
“I’m not dressed at all,” Hunter replied with a low laugh, gently biting Ryder’s earlobe and earning a soft groan from his all too willing captive.
“Playing teacher is going to have to wait for another time,” Hunter said as he started to pull away, unable to resist adding, “much as I’d like to hear you moaning ‘Professor’ under me.”
The latter part of the comment caused Ryder to pause for a moment and he flushed deeply at the image his mind supplied, of Hunter thrusting into him as he writhed in pleasure on the desk. He felt himself respond to the mental stimulation with a jolt of arousal, causing Ryder to shake his head to try and rid himself of the thought.
Raising an eyebrow at the startled look on Ryder’s face, Hunter could easily guess what path his rival’s thoughts had taken. “Care to share your thoughts with the class?” Hunter teased in a mocking voice.
It was enough to snap Ryder out of his accidental reverie and he offered a brusque “No,” as he threw his condom in the trash can next to the desk. Ryder scowled as Hunter chuckled at him, still embarrassed by his thoughts.
“No need to be shy about it,” Hunter encouraged as he pulled Ryder closer with a knowing look. “Besides, I have a pretty good idea what it was.…”
Shoving at Hunter’s chest with an indignant noise, Ryder said, “Oh, shut up.”
“You weren’t thinking about me inside of you?” Hunter questioned as his hands drifted down to Ryder’s ass to fondle it.
“Stop being ridiculous,” Ryder growled as he swatted Hunter’s hands away.
Grinning in victory, Hunter commented, “You’re not denying it.”
“You…!” Ryder protested in outrage, sputtering in his embarrassment.
“I’d be more than happy to show you,” Hunter murmured in Ryder’s ear, causing him to loudly gasp as a shudder ran through him. “But that will have to be for another time.”
“Stop,” Ryder groaned as he broke free of the embrace, completely mortified by his body’s betrayal.
Laughing quietly, Hunter was satisfied that he had affected Ryder so much. Gesturing for Ryder to follow him, Hunter led the way to another door in the back of the classroom. Entering into the room, Ryder was distracted from his embarrassment as he asked, “A locker room? Really?”
Shrugging as he walked through the replica of a school locker room, Hunter headed straight for the shower. “It’s more useful than a regular school bathroom,” Hunter reasoned as he started the water.
Ryder joined Hunter in the surreal shower, having flashbacks to gym class in high school. The shower was small and forced them to stand close together. Ryder made a startled noise when he felt Hunter’s hands on him, lightly trailing along his sides and making him shiver despite the heated water running over them both. “Why do we always end up in a shower?” Ryder questioned, trying to focus on something else before his body betrayed him further.
“Maybe I just like getting you wet,” Hunter replied with a perverse chuckle as his hands continued to explore the contours of Ryder’s body, which were becoming increasingly familiar.
“We don’t have time for this,” Ryder protested with a groan, even as he returned the favor, unable to deny the impulse to reach out and touch Hunter.
“I know,” Hunter agreed with a sadistic smirk that Ryder couldn’t see. He was enjoying himself far too much, but he was finding it hard to call upon his normally impeccable self-restraint. It should have troubled Hunter, but it didn’t really seem to matter in the moment.
Ryder could already feel himself starting to get aroused again and a noise of frustration escaped him. “Damn it, Hun—mmph!” Ryder started to say before he was interrupted by Hunter’s lips on his.
Although Hunter’s original intention had been to silence Ryder, his purpose quickly took an entirely different direction. Pressing Ryder against the wall, Hunter continued exploring that wet warmth with his tongue, imagining what it would feel like wrapped around his cock instead. Ryder’s fingers tangled in Hunter’s hair as he gave himself over, unaware of the way he rocked his hips against Hunter’s thigh in an attempt at friction. It all felt so unbelievably good and Ryder tilted his head back against the gray tiles with a keen, needing more as his cock started to stir again.
Hunter couldn’t resist leaning forward and licking the rivulets of water running down Ryder’s bared neck, impishly biting the soft skin, but not hard enough to mark it. The action made Ryder cry out and it echoed in a pleasing way in the small space, causing Hunter to growl in approval as he released the reddened patch of skin.
Hunter started to firmly pump Ryder’s member to further encourage it to full hardness, reveling in the wanton look of pleasure on his rival’s face. Even though Hunter knew they were short on time, he gracefully dropped to his knees and ran his tongue along the underside of Ryder’s member in a teasing manner before taking it into his mouth. It made Ryder exclaim wordlessly as his hands scrambled for purchase on Hunter’s shoulders, his whole body trembling with need.
“Yes,” Ryder hissed in pleasure, his eyes sliding closed for a moment, “oh yes, please…!”
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ring his rival practically begging made Hunter moan in satisfaction, wanting nothing more than to give in to that desire in ways he knew he couldn’t get away with in the confines of the brothel. All Hunter could do was fondle Ryder’s ass with his free hand as he continued pleasuring him. It made Ryder tighten his grip on Hunter’s shoulder as he took a shuddering breath, feeling like his knees were going to give out on him any minute from the overwhelming pleasure that was reducing him to a moaning mess of need.
As much as Hunter wanted to penetrate Ryder and explore his rival, he resisted the impulse. That didn’t stop Hunter from lightly fingering the tight hole he wanted to be buried in, swallowing around the cock in his mouth to bring Ryder that much closer to release.
Ryder eventually moved his fingers back into Hunter’s brunette hair, which was black from the water, unknowingly caressing him as he thrusted into the talented mouth that was making him forget about everything else. Ryder looked down and watched as Hunter skillfully worked his length, causing him to make an appreciative noise. Hunter looked up at him and the fierce expression in those blue eyes made Ryder feel even more aroused, calling to something deep within him. Ryder responded on an almost primal level, beyond his comprehension.
It was too much stimulation—Ryder came in Hunter’s mouth without warning. Hunter swallowed before releasing the spent member with an obscene-sounding pop, grinning when Ryder slid down along the wall until he was sitting on the shower floor, breathing heavily.
Ryder felt limbless and utterly drained in the most pleasant of ways as he looked up at Hunter with a mix of awe and exasperation. It was positively infuriating that he could be reduced to such a state by Hunter, but he couldn’t help but be begrudgingly impressed, even if it was confusing as hell. Hunter looked entirely too smug for Ryder’s taste and he couldn’t help but acknowledge the erection that was so close to his face. Ryder felt like he should return the favor, but the mere thought of it was intimidating and made him feel uncomfortable. He was distracted by the quiet knock on the door, and he noticed the annoyed look that flitted on Hunter’s face for the briefest of moments.
“Wait outside,” Hunter ordered loudly enough to carry through the door, his voice harsh with irritation and cold detachment.
“Yes, sir,” Ishi’s voice responded before all was silent again.
Softly sighing under his breath, Hunter held out his hand to Ryder, who pulled himself up with some amount of effort. Quickly washing off, they exited the shower and Hunter shut off the water before handing a towel over to Ryder. Feeling somewhat foolish, Ryder asked, “What about you?”
Ryder’s cheeks were flushed from the hot shower and exertion, so Hunter couldn’t tell if the blush was from embarrassment. “I’ll manage,” Hunter dryly answered as he dried himself off with a towel.
They exited the bathroom and Ryder hurriedly redressed, very much aware of the way Hunter was watching his every movement. When he was completely clothed, Ryder shyly looked over at Hunter, who was resting against the desk, the towel doing nothing to hide the evidence of his arousal. Feeling the need to say something even though he knew there was no time, Ryder quietly said, “Uh, have a good weekend.”
“You too,” Hunter returned with a slight smile, thoroughly entertained by the reappearance of the almost virginally shy side of his rival. It made Hunter want to do untold perverse things to Ryder, but now was not the time for such things.
“See you Monday,” Ryder replied, awkwardly standing there as if waiting for something else to happen. “Yeah, so…later, I guess.…”
As much as Hunter wanted to prolong the experience, he knew he couldn’t do it without risking repercussions that simply weren’t worth it. “Have a good night,” Hunter smoothly wished him, grinning because he could only imagine what Ryder’s imagination did to him outside of the walls of the brothel, when he was alone in his bed at night.
It reminded Ryder what was awaiting him as soon as he left and Ryder groaned as he muttered, “Yeah, I doubt that’ll be happening.”
Arching an eyebrow, Hunter inquired, “Why?”
“The guys came here tonight, too,” Ryder explained, scowling faintly as he steeled himself for the conversation he didn’t want to have once he got downstairs.
“You brought the mutt?” Hunter asked with a derisive snort. “What poor bastard had to put up with his incompetence?”
“Secretary Jenna,” Ryder answered. “And I didn’t bring him here.”
Making a mental note to check on the woman later, Hunter focused on the latter part of Ryder’s comment. “You accompanied him to make sure he didn’t choose me?” Hunter guessed, unsure of how that action made him feel.
Feeling as if he’d been caught, Ryder looked down at the floor as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Basically, yeah,” Ryder answered, even though the truth was, he had genuinely wanted to see Hunter again. It was an unhealthy and unbecoming urge, but as Ryder became more and more entangled in Hunter, it was harder to remember why he shouldn’t.
Part of Hunter was irritated by the presumptuousness of Ryder’s actions, but the rest of him was surprisingly grateful. Hunter could easily imagine Jake trying to book him in order to satisfy his curiosity, and then fuck him in the most demeaning way possible in order to lord it over him. The mere thought disgusted Hunter and he could all too easily picture it happening, which Ryder had apparently also imagined.
Pushing himself off of the desk and walking over to Ryder, Hunter tilted Ryder’s head up in order to initiate eye contact. Only when those uncertain emerald eyes were focused on him did Hunter express a rare sentiment: “Thank you.”
Ryder was stunned by the genuine feeling that was conveyed in those two simple words and he found himself accidentally confessing, “That wasn’t the only reason I came here tonight—”
Hunter interrupted him to impishly state, “I know.” He placed the softest of kisses on Ryder’s lips, lingering longer than he should have. Pulling back and brushing the damp bangs away from Ryder’s face, Hunter recognized that something inside of him was moving again, which he still didn’t know how to process it. “You should leave before they charge you a late fee.”
Opening his mouth as if to say something further, Ryder quickly shut it without uttering a sound, instead settling for a final lingering glance before leaving the room. Ishi was waiting for him and politely bowed after she shut the door, ushering him to the elevator without comment on the delay. He felt somewhat guilty that she’d had to wait on them to finish and he awkwardly apologized, “I’m sorry that we ran a little long.”
Smiling in reassurance as the elevator descended, Ishi dismissed Ryder’s concerns. “It is not significant enough to merit a surcharge, so you needn’t worry.”
“Still,” Ryder persisted, even though he was relieved to know that there wouldn’t be any additional fees added to an already expensive evening. “I don’t want either of you getting into trouble over it.”
“Your concern is appreciated,” she thanked Ryder as the doors opened on the ground floor, smiling at him with genuine warmth. “And for him as well. Have a great night, sir.”
“Thanks, same to you,” Ryder replied as he exited the elevator, once again wondering if Ishi was going up to check on Hunter. It left him with a feeling that was a lot like jealousy, but that couldn’t be right. He knew he needed to focus on finding his friends, so he pushed the thought aside for later. Taking a brief moment to center himself, Ryder schooled his expression into a neutral one, despite the telltale flush of his cheeks and the damp hair that gave him away.
Derrick and Jake were waiting for him in the lobby, elbowing each other playfully with knowing looks as Ryder approached. “Looks like someone was having a little too much fun,” Jake teased.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s go,” Ryder replied, laughing as if he were completely at ease. Actually, Ryder was increasingly nervous about the potential conversation, especially since he was still thoroughly distracted by his earlier activities.
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nbsp; Jake didn’t waste any time and jumped straight into the question Ryder didn’t want to answer: “So who did you decide to go with this time?”
“Who do you think?” Ryder retorted with a mischievous grin, hoping that the guessing game would last until they parted at the subway station.
“President Dragon?” Derrick guessed after they exited the premises, immediately assaulted by Jake’s fist for the suggestion.
“Dude, don’t be so fucking gross!” Jake ordered, incensed on his friend’s behalf.
Derrick merely shrugged and muttered, “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“You don’t—did you just say you don’t see anything wrong with fucking a Hunter look-alike?” Jake demanded, his voice rising in his incredulity. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you lose your tiny brain when you came or something?”
“No, I’m just saying,” Derrick shot back, arguing in earnest and completely ignoring Ryder. “You know what? Forget it, forget I said anything.”
“I’m supposed to forget that you insinuated that our friend would hook up with a guy who looks like that asshole?” Jake asked with a snort. “Man, you have some seriously fucked-up issues, Derrick.”
“No, he doesn’t,” Ryder interjected on Derrick’s behalf. “Why are you getting so worked up about it, anyway?”
Jake’s jaw dropped at the nonchalant response the conversation had garnered from Ryder. He had expected his friend to be livid about the comments, not completely calm. “Yo, you should be pissed off at him and instead you’re defending him? What the hell, Ryder?” Jake questioned, completely confused.
“Why would I get pissed at a friend who is supportive of any interest I could ever possibly have?” Ryder asked with a shrug. “Besides, just because he said it doesn’t mean it’s true, right?”
“See?” Derrick goaded Jake. “He totally understood what I was saying. You’re the idiot who missed the point.”
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