forum Hey, wanna gay one on one?

Started August 18, 2019 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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"Damnit, I hate this class…" He mumbled, sitting down regardless. "Why did I come in early?"

"I don't know," Jackson shrugged as he sat back down half facing the front of the class, half facing Eric, "To prove something I think?"

"The hell do I have to prove?" Eric asked, resting his head on his desk.

"That you weren't always late," Jackson said with a half smile, "At least that's what you said."

Eric groaned, flipping him off and hiding his face in his arms. "I regret doing this. I regret everything. I regret existence."

"Class now, regret later," Jackson said turning to face the front fully, "So, uh, don't do anything stupid."

"If by 'stupid' you mean 'iconic', then I make no promises." He said, voice muffled by his arms. I also regret this position… my studded band is digging into my forehead… but I'm so tiered…

“By stupid I mean stupid,” Jackson clarified for Eric. He watched as other classmates had finally begun to enter a few minutes before the bell would ring.

"Screw you…" He mumbled, starting to doze off a bit.

“Uh huh,” Jackson said with a little smile. He glanced back to see Eric slowly drifting to sleep, decided not to try and keep him up.

Eric dozed off, breathing evening out and nuzzling into his arms as the teacher droned on.

Eric jumped awake when the bell rang, startled. "What-"

Jax let out a little snort as he heard a what from behind him. He began to pack up his things and turned to look back at Eric, "Glad to see your awake Sleeping Beauty."

"Did I sleep through the whole class?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. "Because good."

"I do believe you did," Jackson told Eric with no hesitancy and stood up to leave class, "Which class do you have next?"

"Chem, why?" He asked, standing up and stretching, shirt riding up a bit.

"Just curious," Jackson responded, "I've got English."

"Sucks for you!" Eric said, smiling. "At least I get to actually do stuff in Chem."

"We do stuff!" Jackson exclaimed slightly and looked with a mock glare at Eric, but the smile gave him away, "I get to read books from the old days."

"We have Mr. Jones, and he let's us cause little explosions." Eric said. "So who is really winning here?" He asked, bending over to grab his bag.

Jackson hoisted his backpack up onto his back easily, "You are. By a long shot. Making your little bombs in chemistry."