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Len was in his fifth hour, glaring Fukase instead of listening to the teacher. Fukase was doing the same, wishing looks could kill. Their staring contest was the stuff of legends.
"Len, Fukase," The teacher got their attention, "since you were too busy making goo goo eyes at each other to pick partners, you two are partners for this project."
"Aw, what?!" Len exclaimed. "This is all your fault!" Len blamed Fukase.
"My fault?! You looked at me first!" Fukase blamed Len.
"That doesn't mean you had to look back!" Len argued.
"What, so you could get off on looking at me? Am I that hot, huh Banana Bitch?!" Fukase asked, getting yelled at by the teacher for language.
"NUH UH! You're the one that fantasizes about me!" Len accused.
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE NOT!"
"AM T- DAMNIT FUCK YOU LEN"
"FUKASE. HALLWAY."
"FUCK YOU TOO MR HIYAMA"
"Oh you idiot"
"OFFICE. NOW."
"DO ONE" and Fukase left the room.
"Jeez, what's your guy's problem now?" Rin, who had been sitting next to Len the whole time, asked. "I know you're usually mad at each other but this is like way more than usual."
"He took my fucking banana." Len huffed, getting yelled at for language.
"Wha- that's it?!" Rin exclaimed.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THAT'S IT" THAT'S A FUCKING HATE CRIME HE DIDN'T NEED TO FUCKING DO THAT WATCH IM GONNA TAKE HIS STUPID ASS POINT DOLL UNTIL HE GIVES IT BACK THAT STUPID ASSHOLE GOD I HATE HIM AND HIS STUPID ASS PRETTY FACE AND HOW HE CAN JUST FUCKING EFFORTLESSLY LOOK SO DAMN GOOD IN A SKIRT GAH HE'S STUPID." Len went on a tirade.
"Bro." Rin responded, knowing about their obvious crushes on each other. I mean they say t out loud all the time.
"LEN OMG STOP SWEARING GO TO THE OFFICE" The teacher yelled at him.
"Whatever." Len said as he grabbed his bag and left.
He walked the halls, exploring the school with no intention of going to the office. Fukase had the same idea, grabbing Len's hand and dragging him to a rarely used hallway.
"What the hell dude?" Len asked next to the empty classroom.
"What, did you want to go to the office?" Fukase asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, no, but that doesn't mean I want to spend the time I'm not getting yelled at by the guidance counceller with you." Len scoffed.
"Oh, so you don't wanna sneak out and skip our last 2 hours?" Fukase asked.
"...will you give my banana back?" Len responded.
"You're still mad about that?" Fukase was a little shocked.
Len just glared harder.
"Ugh, look, I ate it, but I'll buy you a whole bunch if you skip with me. C'mon, none of my friends ever wanna." Fukase offered.
"...2 bunches." Len bartered.
"Fine, whatever, are we gonna do it?" Fukase asked.
"For 2 bunches of bananas, yeah." Len agreed.
They snuck out of the school easily, heading to the grocery store.
"Hey, Fukase?"
"What?"
"How often do you hold people's hands?"
"..What?"
"Answer the question."
"Uh- I don't know, not very often, I guess?"
"Heh, knew it."
"Knew what?"
"That I can hold hands better than you."
"What?!"
"Yeah! I can hold hands better than you!"
"No you can't!"
"Uh, yes I can."
"Alright then, prove it!"
"Prove it?"
"Prove it! Hold my hand to the grocery store and prove you hold hands better than me! Unless you're scared I'm better?"
"In your dreams!" Len exclaimed, roughly grabbing Fukase's hand.
"No, no, that's all wrong! You're supposed to be gentle grabbing someone's hand." Fukase said, wrestling his hand out of Len's grasp. "Try again."
"Oh- Whatever!" Len scoffed, gingerly grabbing hold of Fukase's hand this time.
"Shows who knows more about holding hands." Fukase bragged.
"Nuh uh! I'm winning right now!" Len claimed.
"If that helps you sleep at night." Fukase tittered, leaving Len fuming.
They walked the rest of the way to the store, still holding hands inside. Fukase bought the bananas and gave them to Len, who peeled one with his teeth before eating it, acting like it was a dick he was sucking to get Fukase to blush.
"You perv." Fukase scoffed as they left the store, ashamed that he did indeed blush.
"You're the perv for looking so long. Were you imaging that as your dick?" Len asked.
"Wha- NO! I bet you wouldn't know the first thing about sucking an actual one." Fukase crossed his arms as best he could with their hands still intertwined.
"Yes I do!" Len exclaimed, actually eating the banana now.
"Oh yeah? Prove it!" Fukase demanded.
"Prove it? On you?" Len asked.
"Uh- I- that's not what I-" Fukase stuttered, realizing what he just said,
"I mean, I would, but it's probably too small to get my lips around." Len told him.
"What?! No!! It'd be too big to fit in your whore mouth!" Fukase yelled, insulted.
"Oh yeah? Prove it." Len challenged.
"Fine! We're almost at my house anyways." Fukase accepted.
"Fine, it's a bet then. I bet that you've got a tiny little micro dick too small to blow, you bet that your cock's too big to fit in my mouth, that right?"
"I dunno, what's the prize?" Fukase asked, unlocking the door to his house.
"Hm.. the permission to do whatever the winner wants to the loser?" Len offered.
"That's tempting. Alright, bet." Fukase smirked.
The two of them kicked off their shoes, tossing their bags on the couch as they passed it on their way to Fukase's room.
Fukase locked the door to his room before forcing Len onto his knees, sitting down in his office chair. Len undid the redhead's belt, tossing it across the room before taking off his pants and underwear at once, although leaving his skirt and being extra careful to leave his socks. Fukase took off his coat while Len did this, leaving him in his cream colored shirt.
Fukase's member was bigger than Len expected, but he was sure he could take it all easily. But then he got a bit flustered looking at it. Sure, he'd seen plenty of videos and read up on a lot of tips on how to do it, but at the end of the day, this was Len's first time sucking someone off.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Or are you chickening out?" Fukase taunted.
"N-no.." Len said, tentatively grabbing it, making Fukase hiss a bit from the temperature of Len's hand.
"Why's your hand so damn cold?" Fukase asked.
"Shut up, it's about to get warmer." Len said before giving Fukase's cock a few strokes to get it hard enough to put in his mouth. Fukase gave no audible reaction to this, but he was visibly blushing a bit.
Len's face went red as Fukase grew in his hand, getting longer and longer, until he was fully hard enough to blow. It was easily 6, maybe 7 inches, although Len's never been good at judging size.
"Y-you re-ready...?" Len asked, honestly a little scared of this.
"Ready to win." Fukase smirked. "I bet you'll blow me so bad that you won't even make me moan."
"Wha- n-no, c'mon don't be like that..." Len said, heart racing as he put the tip in his mouth, resisting the immediate urge to spit it out from the taste. He hadn't expected it to taste good, but he didn't expect it to taste that horrible either.
Fukase tapped his finger from impatience as Len breathed, mentally preparing himself for this. Finally, the blonde brought his head forward, licking the bottom of Fukase's shaft.
"Oh, Len.. This sucks~" Fukase fake moaned before laughing.
"Shu' up, A'm jus' ge'in s'ar'ed." Len told him, the vibrations from which caused Fukase to involuntarily whimper, just the tiniest bit.
Len started bobbing back and forth, slowly for a while, getting used to the sensation. Other than the taste, it wasn't the worst thing he's put in his mouth. It'd probably be better mentally if it wasn't Fukase, but oh well.
"I'm gonna win the be-et~" Fukase bragged in a singsong voice.
"Wha'?" Len asked. He had thought he was winning.
"You've barely got half of my shlong in your mouth." Fukase told him.
Len took his mouth off Fukase for a minute. "I'm sorry- shlong?! You unironically call your dick a s h l o n g ? ! "
"Well- not unironically.. it's a funny word!" Fukase defended.
"...this is why I hate you." Len told him flatly
"Whatever keep sucking my shhhhlong whore." Fukase demanded.
Len sighed but said nothing else, ignoring the way the name made him feel(in hid pantaloons 😳😳😳😳😳😳). He took Fukase's.. sigh shlong in his hands, putting it in his mouth again. Now that he was expecting it, the taste wasn't as horrible. When was the last time he took a shower? Surely dicks aren't supposed to taste this bad, right?
Len still went slowly, but put more pressure on his meat tube with his tongue. He spread Fukase's legs a bit to get more access to him, trying to take him deeper in his mouth. But he did it too fast, causing him to gag, having to remove Fukase from his mouth again, coughing.
"I'm gonna wi-in, I'm gonna wi-in." Fukase chanted in a whisper.
"Alright, fine, it's too big for my mouth, but what about the other bet?" Len admitted.
"Other bet?" Fukase asked.
"You said that you bet I can't make you moan. I think I can. Double or nothing?" Len offered.
"Hm.. how would we double the first bet's prize?" Fukase asked.
"I dunno, the winner would get to do whatever he wants to the loser twice, once now, once whenever." Len shrugged.
"Alright.. and you mean anything?" Fukase clarified.
"Anything." Len confirmed.
"Okay, I accept. Double or nothing. ..you really wanna lose, huh?" Fukase laughed.
Len shook his head, disagreeing. He was about to start slobbing on his knob again, but Fukase stopped him with a "W-wait."
"Hm?" Len responded.
"We should set, like, the rules. Like what counts as a real moan." Fukase said.
"I 'spose that's fair. Taking just a grunt or whimper would basically just be taking a loss. You need to actually moan like," he paused to give a demonstration, making Fukase's cock twitch a little, "or I lose. Fair?"
"Yea, fair, now suck me off whore I wanna win." Fukase told him.
"It's nice to want things." Len teased before taking Fukase back in his mouth.
He moved faster than he had before, but still at a relatively slow pace, just like my pace writing this because I only have one hand available ugh don't break your wrist
Fukase was smug, thinking this would be easy. But then Len added more pressure with his tongue, humming softly for the vibration, and now Fukase's face was red and it was hard to stay quiet.
Len went faster, making Fukase grip the armrests a little, and he could feel his smirk when he did that.
"Don'' 'ap ou' now, I jus' s'ar'ed." Len teased, using his hand to stroke the part of his cock he couldn't reach with his mouth.
Fukase kept his mouth closed, fearing he wouldn't be able to close it again.
Len kept this pace up for a while, and Fukase was given a chance to get used to it. And fuck did it feel good. The fact that it was Len weirdly made it even more arousing. Which made it harder to keep quiet.
Fukase started bouncing his leg when Len went a bit faster, using his tongue more, using it to better lubricate the part of his dick that his mouth couldn't reach.
"Oi, qui' da'!" Len told him when his leg bouncing hit his face. Fukase shook his head in response, still scared to open his mouth. Len lifted his free elbow onto Fukase's thigh, pressing down to stop its movement.
Len lightly used his teeth, fighting the urge to just bite him. He supposed that'd be too cruel, and Fukase hadn't done anything that bad.
Fukase's breathing got heavier, like panting but through your nose. He lifted his hand to bite his sleeve, having caught himself biting his tongue a few times now.
Len hummed a bit louder, the stronger vibrations from this causing Fukase to whimper now, despite trying his best not to. He could feel he was close, but he wasn't sure how aware Len was of that fact.
He tried to think of a way to let him know, looking down he didn't really seem to, but then wondered, should he? Does he really have to? Probably not.
Still, Fukase tapped the armrest in bursts of 3 a couple times with his free hand, this being his best idea for it. Len didn't seem to get it, looking up at the redhead with a confused look. Oh well, he tried.
Len changed up the pace again, pressing into Fukase's not quite gigantic but still decently sized O.T.N. harder with his tongue, making Fukase start holding his breath to ensure no sound would come out.
It only took about another half a minute of this for Fukase to finally explode, managing to only audibly whimper. He was panting by the time he allowed himself to breathe again.
"Y-you don't have to swallow but don't spit that onto my floor." Fukase told Len after he separated mouth from dick. "Um.. here, I guess." He said before handing Len a tissue.
Len took it and spit the semen into it, tossing it in the bin under his desk with all the other similar tissues.
"Fuckin' wanker." Len commented before getting off his knees, deciding to sit on his bed.
They sat in silence for a little while, contemplating what they just did and how they were gonna continue. Fukase knew what he wanted, ashamed as he was for wanting it, and Len was pretty sure he knew too, but neither of them really wanted to say it.
"So... You, uh.. you won." Len stated, clasping his hands together. He'd check his phone if it wasn't in his bag downstairs.
"..yup." Fukase confirmed just a bit too late to not be awkward.
They again sat in silence. Len looked around Fukase's room. It was.. fine, he supposed. Nothing special. A few posters, red and black bed, dark painted walls. He'd left his cane by the door, that seemed to be it's spot.
"Your room sucks ass." Len finally said.
"Wha- like yours is any better!" Fukase was quite offended.
"I can quite confidently say it is." Len nodded.
"You're biased!" Fukase exclaimed.
"Nuh uh." Len stuck his tongue out at him.
"Fuck you."
"I bet you'd like that."
"Wh- yeah?! So what if I did? I could if I wanted. I could twice! I won." Fukase huffed.
"You could. You did win." Len agreed.
"Maybe I will." Fukase said, crossing his arms and glaring at the blonde, who glared back.
They stared at each other for a while, looking into each other's eyes... IN A HATEFUL WAY THEY HATE EACH OTHER NOT LOVE HAHA LOL
"...I should go home." Len said after a while, getting up.
"Oh.. alright. Bye I guess."
"Oh, by the way.." Len said in the doorway before he left, "Don't call me a perv if you're gonna sit there with your dick out while we talk."
Fukase scoffed, adjusting his skirt. "At least I'm not a dick sucking whore, go fuck yourself."
"I think you have that covered." Len told him before leaving, closing the door behind him.