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"Check the bottom drawer.Maybe we should get thelights..."

Kell's cockthrobbed with each of Parker's languid thrusts, and to his alarm, he felt himself coming close to the edge. The thrill of being caught had hurtled him there, and he was fighting with everything he had not to plummet over. If he did, he didn't think he could hold anything back. They'd be caught for sure... And Parker, dick that he was, wasn't doing him any favors. He was enjoying this situation. But it'd be a lie if Kell said he wasn't, too. Parker thrusted harder. Kell squeezed his eyes shut, muffling a tiny moan into hishand.

"What was that?"the nervous student said. "Did you hearthat?"

"Ah. Got it. Here it is."

Kell's eyesrolled back as Parker fucked him with slow, deep thrusts. He was hitting every right spot. It was impossible to hold on. The orgasm rolled over him like a fucking tidal wave of pleasure, crackling through his body with explosive force. He let out a low, guttural moan that sounded more like an animal than a person as his cock tensed and came. Parker grunted. His expression tensed into a snarl of ecstasy as he hit the finishtoo.

The two studentspractically jumped into each other's arms. In the darkness of the room they couldn't see Kell and Parker from their spot behind the mannequins, but they had heard the sound of their finish. They yelped and bolted for the door, slamming it so hard behind them that one of the mannequin's arms droppedoff.

Parker's cockthrobbed inside of him as he felt the waves of his climax continue to wash over him and then finally begin to recede. Then he started to laugh. Parker grinned down athim.

"Now that was something,"hesaid.

"Asshole,"said Kell, and he pulled him into akiss.

After cleaning up,the two of them cautiously poked their heads out the studio door into the hallway to check if the coast was clear and then slipped out. They walked together to the parking structure that was next to the art department, their hands hanging just a few inches apart. After a moment of internal debate, Kell reached over and took Parker's hand. He expected Parker to pull away, but instead he slowly tightened his hold around Kell's hand. A tingling, happy excitement bloomed within the both ofthem.

"Ikinda wishthe project had been longer," Kell said. "I wouldn't have minded being forced to see you every night for a coupleweeks."

"Iwould've gotten tiredof it," Parker said. "Kidding," he added, after a cheeky pause. "Who said we can't continue to see each other every night? We'reneighbors."

"That's true,"Kell said, with a laugh. "So... Are we going to keep seeing each other? Likethis?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah,"he replied, without hesitation. "I actually... really likeyou."

"Believe it or not,I really like you, too," Parker said. "I shouldn't. But Ido."

"Why shouldn't you?"

"Because.You know how it is. Time is precious, and we hardly have enough of it as it is. But I think you're worth making time for. Just a little bit oftime."

Kell smiledand kicked Parker's shoe. "Yeah? I hope so, jerk. So... what about tonight? Maybe I could come over to your place when you get back fromwork."

An odd expressioncrossed Parker's face for a moment. "Not myplace."

"What'swrong with your place? I'm sure it's much nicer than the closet that's myapartment."

Parker shook his head."It's... it's a mess. Filled with equipment and supplies and stuff. I don't want you to seeit."

"Idon't mind..."

"No,"Parker said, firmly. "Not myplace."

"Alright, okay,"Kell said, slightly taken aback. "Sorry."

Parker sighedand drummed his fingers on the roof of his car before opening driver side door. "Do you still want to meettonight?”

"Yeah..."

"Okay,"Parker said. "I'll call you." He moved to get into the car and paused. He turned and grabbed Kell and pulled him into a kiss that took his breathaway.

Kell watchedas Parker drove away, his heart fluttering in his chest. He was realizing that Parker had the incredible ability to piss him off in one moment and leave his heart racing with happiness in the next. He was curious why Parker was so against having him over. Kell really didn't care about a mess. He was sure that Parker was overstating it, anyway. Whatever mess there was, he was willing to bet money that it was probably an artistic mess. Incidentally aesthetic. Parker was always so fastidious and perfect in his appearance that he couldn't believe it could bethatbad.

Maybe he actually does livein squalor, he thought. Or maybe he thought that he was living a destitute lifestyle compared to the one he was normally used to living and was self-conscious about it. Kell could imagine that being the case for someone who came from money and was living below the standard of living they'd been accustomed to. After all, he did drive that extravagantly fancy-asscar.