I had spent the better part of last night trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with my roommate while the remainder was spent trying to think away my boner. I ended up having to go into the bathroom to finish the job and as much as I wanted to be quiet, it wasn't in my genetics.

I shook my head both physically and mentally as I looked at my schedule and headed in the direction of the art class. It was just before lunch and I had a bit of free time so I decided that drawing would ease my thoughts of one very confusing guy.

The class only had a few students and the lecturer just smiled at me as I entered. Grabbing some paint and a few brushes, I went to a new canvas and prepared myself to just do a standard outdoor scenery.

"Nice to have you back Mr. Hanicock. We've missed you these last few weeks." Ms. Taylor says as she comes to a stop near me.

"Sorry, just been busy with school and what not."

"Mmhm... you really should consider actually doing the course. You've already been in here all semester long."

"I'll think about it."

She gives me a sad smile and heads to her desk just as the bell goes to announce lunch. Everyone starts to clear out and I take a deep breath as I begin my painting. My strokes are light and focused as I start to move from the edge of the canvas and my mind is completely tuned out as I created a work of art from heart. Subconsciously, I thought back to last night and the way Damon's lips felt against my own. It was all I could think about for the past two years and I bit my lips at the thought that he was better than my imagination. No wonder all the girls go crazy over him. His dick was huge and I could only let my brain run wild to what it would feel like to have him inside me.

"Wow, is this a new type of art you're venturing into?" Ms. Taylor asks and I jump from the sudden intrusion.

Looking at my painting, I grew pale as instead of my classic sunset and trees, there was a completely naked picture of Damon lying on my dorm bed with his dick hard and a smirk on his face. I didn't know how to cover up the painting so I just stood there as I felt her eyes sear into the side of my scalp.

"Aren't you late for class?"

I look up at her shocked before my eyes land on the clock near her head. "Shit. Bye."

Rolling the painting, I grabbed my bag and headed to my next class. I had worked through my lunch period and as much as I was hungry, I couldn't afford to be late for class. I barely made it to my seat before the lecturer walked in and I notice Damon sitting in my direct view. He doesn't give me notice as he's wrapped in conversation with a redhead and I'm happy the twins aren't here.

I place my painting in my bag and tried to focus on the lecture but halfway through I got distracted when the center of Damon's pen suddenly disappeared in his mouth. He slowly sucks and licks the pen and I thought that he was trying to tease me but his face was focused on the words coming out of the lecturer's mouth. A hand sneaks behind his neck and immediately my chest starts to tighten as I recalled the last place his hands went... on me.

When I felt the shift in my pants, I knew I needed to calm down so I quietly slipped from class and headed to the nearest men's room. The walk was short and relaxing and I washed my face with the refreshing cold water. I groaned at the coldness of it before turning the tap off just as the door is flung open and in walked Damon. He has a blank expression on his face and I would have left him alone in the room if he wasn't already heading to me.

My face showed confusion but before I could talk he pulls me to him and kisses me. At this point I just learned to roll with whatever he did and so I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. We're pressed close to each other and there's no denying his boner. I groaned against his head as he munched down on my neck and my eyes shut as his hands squeezed my butt.

The sound of someone coming had us pulling apart but instead of leaving, Damon pulls me into the last stall and closes the door. He comes very close to me and presses his hand over my mouth as we hear his rugby teammates enter. My heart is going crazy as I tried not to look at him but we're so close that it's impossible. His brown eyes are piercing into mine and I know he's listening to the gossip of his team. They seem oblivious to us as they just talked about girls and sports and I jumped as I felt Damon's hand rub me from the outside. My wide eyes screamed stop and the smirk on his face screamed 'I don't care'.

"Stop." I mumble as he moves his hand to undo my pants and I place both my hands to halt his.

"Keep talking and they'll know we're in here." Is all he says as he encircles my growing boner before kissing my neck.

I want to push him off me but at the same time... why? His mouth is slowly becoming the death of me as I give silent groans and he recaptures my own for a heated kiss as his hand increased their action. I groaned into his mouth and he bit my lower lip as his hand squeezed the tip of my penis. I groan again a bit loudly and I'm thankful for the noise the boys are making on the outside. I try making him stop again as I know I can't keep it in for much longer but Damon ignores my plea as he sucks and nibbles from my ear to my nipple.

At this point my breathing is messed up and I squeeze my eyes shut as my mouth is wide open. My hands wrap around his neck tightly and when he squeezes my length again, I let scape a loud groan just as I came and he captures my scream with a kiss. The last of his teammates leave and I continue to make noises as my body tries to calm down.

Bracing my head onto the stall wall, I controlled myself before reopening my eyes. Damon is wiping his shirt off with tissue and I realized I came all over him.

"I'm sorry." I say and he looks up at me with a hard expression before opening the stall door and roughly pushing me out.

He slams it shut and I'm left shocked at his quick change of mood.