Double Trouble; A Highschool Rh Action Romance.

Leon

On my way to high school, I noticed a group of four individuals walking toward me. Initially, I presumed them to be regular students, but as they drew closer, I realized that they were quadruplets. They all bore striking similarities, with black hair and hazel eyes that appeared almost piercing. Their movements were swift and synchronized as they effortlessly maneuvered past me. Their pace was so brisk that I couldn't even catch a glimpse of their faces as they walked through the crowd, leaving onlookers in awe. They entered the classroom more quickly than they had walked and vanished into the bright, empty room. As I entered the classroom and turned the corner, I felt my breath hitch and noticed the air in the room become dense. As I glance towards the back of the classroom, I feel a lump in my throat and adjust my collar nervously upon seeing the four brothers sitting together. I felt a group of people fixate on me intensely, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey. They scanned my appearance from head to toe before whispering amongst themselves, making it clear they were guarding their group of four. I observed them closely, paying attention to every detail of their appearance, sound, and movement. They were silent for a few minutes until the youngest-looking member of their group looked up at me. Out of the four brothers, he appeared to be the smallest and weakest. Despite this, he had short hair that was neatly trimmed to graze his sturdy shoulders. His veiny hands were adorned with black and white spiral tattoos and symbols that ran up his muscular arms. Three names, "Dia, Kiri, and Benji," were accompanied by another symbol and writing. He sat with his legs spread apart, both hands in between, and his back arched, displaying his muscular back streaked with symbols and texts. His hazel eyes appeared to glow as they stared right through me. As he continued to stare at me, I began to feel my body temperature rise and certain areas become tense and tight. As I turned around, I noticed he was staring at my lower abdomen, which made me feel my school pants tighten. I quickly raised my hand to get the teacher's attention. She had tipped glasses and green eyes that snapped towards me as she asked, "Yes, Leon?" Could I please have permission to use the restroom? After getting a nod from the teacher, I immediately grabbed my bag and exited the classroom. I noticed my friend Desmond looking at me with concern, probably because of how urgently I left. I entered the bathroom and went into the largest stall close to the end of the small enclosed space, impatiently waiting for the last few people to leave the bathroom. I sigh heavily, pressing myself against the wall, and begin to stare down at the bulge that pressed against the pants, wanting to be out of what felt like a painful prison. I slowly unbuckle my belt, sliding it down my pants just enough to easily slip it out of my boxers. I close my eyes sharply as the cold air hits the tip of my throbbing erection. After a few minutes, I began to stroke slowly at first but began to pick up speed, his hazel eyes and inked body invading my mind. I could hear my voice echoing through the shallow bathroom, my panting and whimpers growing louder by the second, ignoring the loud creak that came from the bathroom door as the voices of people entering grew quiet, the sound of their footsteps ceasing as my breathing became rapid and my strokes became sloppy and wet. A warmth came over me as I felt myself begin to loosen. I threw my head back in pleasure and exasperation, sighing heavily. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what just looking at him did to me. I couldn't help but think about his ice-cold stare and muscular figure, his almost arousing hands that pulsed every time he clinched his fist, and, oh, how badly I wanted him. If only it could have been him touching me all over.