Klint+Jeramy, The cafeteria, open,M

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Klint sighed some, lifting his head to give Peter room to rest his head. He murmured something unintelligible as Peter kissed along his neck, rolling his head back until it rested against the grass.He opened his mouth eagerly, groaning as it took years for Peter to reach the corner of his mouth, finally having contact with the others tongue. He winced as his already bruised lip was bitten, though it only excited him more. He let his hands dive under the other's shirt, his nails digging into the other's back, leaving raised cuts. He kissed back roughly, biting at the others tongue and lip before smothering Peter with his own tongue.

He felt like he had lost something when Peter pulled away, his mouth suddenly feeling empty. He opened his mouth the complain, but instead he gasped as Peter's hand teased him. Struggling to not let out a groan, wanting Peter to have to earn it, he pushed into his hand, pouting when his hand was gone. He stuttered some as his own nipple was pinched, barely able to hold back the groan that was on the tip of his tongue.

He gazed up at Peter, his mouth half open. He bit his lip, his brow furrowing as his fuzzy mind started to think again, now that their kiss was over. He didn't like casual sex...it just didn't sit right with him. He didn't care if others did it..but with him? His stomach lurched some and he pushed Peter's chest , non to gently, wanting him to get off. As Peter shifted, he rolled out from under him, immediately regretting doing so. He bit his lip, looking anxiously at Peter's face, hoping that Peter's feelings weren't hurt. He stuttered something, not sure how to start, now feeling like a complete idiot.

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His body felt like it was on fire...the kind of fire though when all you want to do is rip off all your clothes and make sweet sweet animal sex. Peter reacted to every touch, every scratch like his senses where heightened. His cock throbbed and wanted release but not yet...maybe not ever as he felt Klint push away from him. A deep frown over took Peter's face, he knew it was all going so fast why did I have to push the sweet sweet animalistic Karma Sutra arms and legs flailing about sex on him? Peter wanted an answer! Damnit, he cursed his hormones and his large cock.

He took a deep breath and propped himself up on one elbow, "I'm sorry...I know this was all going to fast." Peter spoke before giving Klint the chance, he blew it and for the first time he felt something other than that carnal instinct that was inflicted on him so cruelly. "Maybe, maybe I should go?" He made into a question rather than a statement wanting Klint to chose his fate, every fiber of his being wanted to stay and yearned for Klint. What if he had fucked up royal...he couldn't take to rejections in one week!

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Klint's lip trembled some as he listened to Peter. No, he wasn't as close to tears as he thought he was going to be. He was just frusterated. Not even with Peter, just with himself. Why did he have to fuck everything up? He had done that twice now, in a span of less than an hour.
"No don't go" he stated..well..more growled than anything else. He scooted closer to Peter, once again pressed up against his body, his face buried in Peter's chest as he spoke.


"Well.." he said, starting out awkwardly. He looked up at Peter pathetically, mumbling "Well I want to know...is this just like...a fling?" he said, his sentence a mixture of choosing his words carefully and also spitting them out as fast as he could. He cringed some, his heart beating faster as he waited for an answer.

It was strange. Even though he was rather upset, for no reason really, he still wanted Peter. Even if it was just a fling, he would probably still go through with it. He shifted some, his pants suddenly seeming way too tight. He shifted as inconspicuously as he could, though he was sure Peter could feel the bulge against his stomach. He sighed some, his head resting against the crook in Peter's arm.

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Peter looked at Klint as his lip trembled, it was all Peter's fault this had happened he never intended on hurting Klint...in fact he didn't even think things would go this far but he was thankful they did. "Okay," Peter said simply to the other boys first comment a warm smile spreading over his face as Klint snuggled back up against him, it felt warmer some how more caring that hot animal lovin' he was contemplating.

Strong arms wrapped around the other boy as he spoke, was this just a fling? At first it had all seemed like that but...some where between the biting and scratching something happened and just the mention that this could be nothing more than a fling sent a pang of sadness through him.

"I..um..." Peter wanted to answer this question properly, "I mean...I think I want this to be more than a...fling." He swallowed hard suddenly feeling nervous, what if klint just wanted this to be a fling? God he was such a fool! Why did God curse him with such a romanticized mind...and that big cock though some might see that as a blessing.

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Klint's heart beat even faster as he listened to Peter. He could feel himself starting to blush some, but he couldn't bring himself to care."mm thats all I wanted to know" he said, suddenly leaning up to plant another kiss on Peter's lips. "Lets let this become more than a fling?" he said, though it came out more of a question than he originally intended.

He couldn't help but smile as he pushed Peter onto his back, laying down on top of him again. He looked down at him with a pleased expression on his face, happier than he'd ever been since he learned he was going to this school. Maybe now, now that he had Peter, to be specific, school and life would be more bearable.

"So I'm guessing that means we're together now?" he asked, still somewhat nervously, not wanting Peter to just be sparing his feelings. He already felt like he had to make it up to Peter; he had ruined the mood twice now. He smirked, deciding that that wouldn't be a very hard thing to do. He leaned over again, planting another gentle kiss on Peter's lips, this time slipping his tongue into the other's mouth.

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Peter smirked through the first kiss as his face flushed a deep red, it wasn't that he was embarrassed he was just, well, happy. "I think we should, I like you to much to much to fuck and run." Peter said crudely grinning as he kissed Klint once more with a little bit more passion than last time. He held Klint close as they lay back on the ground, it was all so perfect and for the first time in long he felt like he belonged.

"Yeah." Peter said with a small laugh nuzzling into Klints neck, "I guess it does." He kissed up the other boys neck again before they found each others mouths, his own tongue glided across Klint's not wanting this ever to end.

For once he was at a loss for words, Peter held Klint's face in his hands as he continued kissing him with the kind of passion that comes with every first little spark, though with that small doubts started to set in for little Peter when was he going to fuck this up like every other good thing in his life. It was only a matter of time before he did or said something that ruin everything but he didn't want to think about it. No he wanted to remain right here in this moment.

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Klint could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he listened to Peter; but this time he didn't care. They were the good kind, anyways. He nuzzled his body against Peter's, lifting his head so he could massage Peter's tongue with his own. His hands were on Peter's shoulders, not quite digging his nails into the bruises, but enough that Peter could feel it.

He was positive he could feel a tremor go through his body while they kissed; as if it were his first time. His brow furrowed for a second, as if sensing Peter's doubt about something. Brushing it off as Peter was just worried someone was going to walk in on them, he turned his thoughts to more important matters; such as kissing peter.

He broke the kiss to breathe for a few moments, shifting and rubbing his erection against Peter's. He gave a shaky breath as he did this, suddenly forcing Peter into a rough kiss, nipping at his lip before trying to suffocate him with his tongue.

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Peter felt happy, even as Klint tortured his body he couldn't help a moan escape him but he continued kissing Klint. He wanted him right now, one hand delved under his pants again harshly groping the soft mounds of his ass letting his nails dig into the soft flash. His other hand grasped onto Klints hair and pushed his head back, Peter broke the kiss but not before lightly biting on the others bottom lip.

With a satisfied grin he kissed down to Klint neck where he lightly nibbled and sucked wanting to leave his mark, content with his work he thrust his hips up messing there cocks together a wave of pleasure shot through making him tighten his grip on Klint's hair.

he pulled his hand from Klint's ass making sure to scratch him along the way, the same hand began to unbutton his shirt. Peter resisted the urge to look around, he was sure no one would be around as they where far from everywhere. His worry was for nothing really...right? In any case he wanted to feel Klint's skin against his and he was sure he couldn't wait to go somewhere private, it would look like he was smuggling a very large toy train down his pants.

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Klint arched his back as Peter dug his nails into his ass, groaning into the other's mouth. Hissing some as his head was forced back, he couldn't help the shudder when his lip was bit. He had a crooked grin on his face as Peter left a gentle mark on his collar bone.

He gasped loudly, his eyed widening at the electric wave of pleasure that washed over him as their cocks were smashed against each other. He couldn't help but groan as he did the same back to Peter, his neck muscles straining as Peter pulled his hair, only exciting him more.

He groaned into Peter's chest as his ass and back was scratched. As he watched Peter unbuttoning his shirt he found himself excited to finally get to see Peter's well sculpted body fully, not just the outline. His brow furrowed for a moment as he started to slip his own shirt off, hesitating as he did so. He bit his lip and dropped it next to them, shivering in the breeze. He looked down some, not too proud of the scars that lines his chest and back, which were now open for the world to see.

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Peter leaned up slightly and pulled his own shirt off as Klint removed his, bright blue eyes glided over other body. Obviously the scars stood out to him, he bit is lip slightly wandering if Klint felt uncomfortable but he didn't care as with one hand he traced them, each individual scar, the scarred tissue felt hard against his skin and a shudder ran though his as he looked up into the other boys eyes, he wanted to show Klint it didn't matter to him with or without the scars he's still want to be with him regardless. A quiet smile washed over his lips as he lent up and kissed Klint hard against the lips, slipping his tongue into the others mouth. In all honesty the scars meant nothing to him, no one was perfect he'd learned that on the first day as he spied his roommates burn scars.

His fingers trailed down the front of Klint's body before finally delving into the front of his pants, Pater took Klint's erection in his hand and lightly tugged on it as much as he could with fabric restricting them. He moaned into Klints mouth as with his free hand he lightly grasped the others neck, peter bucked his own hips against the back of his hand wanting free of the rest of his clothes and in one swift movement he released Klint's cock and undid the first button on his pants, his own cock made a wet slapping sound against his chest before he returned his attention back to Klint's hardness.

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At first, he had instictivly shied away from Peter, not wanting his scars to be touched. That was until he looked down at Peter and decided to finally trust him, shivering as he made a point to trace each and every scar. He looked down at Peter, watching as his chest rose and fell, and was quite taken by surprise when Peter kissed him; though he kissed feverishly back.

He gasped alloud at the sudden breach of his pants and he bucked his hips for a few moments, unable to control himself. He groaned loudly, his face buried into the crook of Peter's neck, nipping at his jaw harshly. He let his hand travel down Peter's chest, after a few tried managing to undo the button to his jeans. His hand pressed against Peter's hardness and he suddenly growled possessivly, digging his teeth into the side of Peter's harshly as he rubbed against Peter's erection.

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Peter smirked into the kiss the gasped as he felt Klint bite into his neck, the gasp soon turned into a moan as he bucked his hips against the others hand. In a swift motion he rolled so he was on top of Klint, he kicked his legs slightly ridding himself of them blasted pants and a light breeze whipped around his bare ass making him shudder.

He moved the hand from Klint's neck and back to his hair where he pulled it tight, repaying the favor and biting the others neck before tracing his tongue down Klint's body taking in the taste of his sweat before taking one of his nipples in his mouth and biting on it harshly. Eyes looked up at Klint's face wanting to see the mix of pleasure and pain on Klint's face.

While one hand still clasped Klint's hair the other left his cock and scratched across Klint's ass, a crooked smile took over his face as he grabbed at it hard. He wanted to be inside him but didn't dare make the move, he settled bucking his hips harder into Klint's hand as a moan left his mouth while still pressed to the others nipple nibbling and biting.

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Klint let out an involuntary gasp as his back hit the ground lightly, taking a moment to realise Peter was on top of him,butt naked. He wanted to laugh at how quicklyy Peter had stripped, but his chcukle soon turned into a harsh gasp as Peter bit his neck. He looked up accusingly at him, as if it wasn't Peter's job to do any of the biting around here.


He couldn't stop the sudden cry of pain and surprise that was ripped from his throat, arching his back and squirming while Peter bit at his sensitive nipple. "F-fucker" he growled breathily, hardly able to form this simple word as he pressed against Peter.

His neck muscles strained as he pulled away from Peter's grip, a playfully growl on his bruised lips. He let his nails scratch lightly down the small of Peter's back, trailing down until they reached Peter's ass, suddenly digging his nails into the flesh. He had always liked challenging anothers "Dominance" over him, though in his mind nobody ever was...he more let them imagine for a few minutes out of their lives. They usually stepped up to the challenge, wanting to prove their masculanity..or..it was just hormones kicking in. Either way, it added a certain flavor to their activites; wither it be sex or kissing.

He groaned at the taught fabric ofh his pants brushed against peters legs. He grimanced, deciding that Pants were overrated, and he set to work awkwardly grinding against Peter, until his jeans were down to his knees, and then it was just a matter of kicking them off. He let his mouth hang half open, closing his eyes as a stiff breeze blew throw his boxers.