sexual tension
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"that's why I don't believe in god!'' ansel said with emotion
"im so sorry, I will pray for you" esther said
"holy shit esther I don't want you to pray for me-"
"hey has any one seen timmy today?" armie worried
"uh yea he was just at lessons last period, don't worry about your boyfriend" said ansel
"oh my god hes not my boyfriend, we are just close bestfriends!" the teenage boy said almost too loud
"lower your voice, morgan freeman, im pretty sure the whole cafeteria heard you" esther remarked
"shut the hell up es-"
armie saw the younger boy walk through the cafeteria, his curly hair framing his face perfectly.
"hey sorry im late, got caught up with mr.aciman" timmy apologized
"don't worry, but there isn't really space for you so..." ansel trailed off
"here" armie patted the small space next to him
"erm, okay" timmy mumbled
he walked over to armies side and squeezed his tiny body next to him, but there wasn't a lot o space so he was partly sitting on his lap. the two hormonal teenge boys shifted in their seats.
"wow that was funny to watch"
"so, about that report" esther said trying to change the subject
"i was think-"
armie and timothee both drowned the conversation out and focused on their situation completely. half of timmys ass was sitting on armies dick, and his legs were atop of his. timmy could not seem to get comfy because every five seconds armie would shift in his seat. until he felt something poke him in his ass
"holy shit armie-" timothee got interrupted by the school alarm going off
"we are having a practice drill" the secretary said
"everyone to the back wall!" the teacher screamed
"timmy and armie both tried to stay as farthest away as possible but got squeezed together unfortunate for their little situation
"your not close enough" the teacher said
timmy got closer to armie so that his ass was buried in armies cock. with all the fidgeting, it didn't make it any better.
this went on for about five minutes until armie finally took control of the situation and grabbed timmys hips to keep them from swerving
"drill complete"
nevertheless, the two men ran out of the cafeteria the fastest they have ever ran in their life.
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YOU ARE READING
elio & oliver and timothée + armie imagines ( call me by your name. )
Random❝ oliver stop it! we are in public!❞ OR in which i write a bunch of one shots of elio and oliver & timothée and armie, whether it be smutty of pure fluff.
