Nathan's jaw nearly dropped when he saw Flynn and Dylan walk into the classroom together. It had been over a week since anyone last saw the two even standing near each other. The moment Flynn and Dylan settled into their seats, Nathan couldn't hold himself back—he immediately approached Flynn.
"Hey... when did you two start getting along again?" Nathan whispered.
Dylan, who noticed Nathan leaning in toward Flynn, accidentally overheard the question. Before Flynn could even open his mouth, Dylan beat him to it.
"You wanna gossip?" Dylan said, raising a brow. "Come here—I'll tell you everything."
Nathan scratched the back of his head, suddenly nervous. "U-Uhm... n-no, i-it's fine. Hehe."
"No, come here," Dylan insisted, motioning him over with a lazy wave of his hand. "Ms. Amanda's not here yet. I've got plenty of time to tell you the whole story."
"I—I'm good! Really!" Nathan blurted out before scampering back to his seat. As soon as he sat down, he muttered under his breath, What is wrong with that guy...?
Flynn let out a faint, amused laugh under his breath at the two of them. When Nathan finally walked away, Flynn lowered his head onto the desk, settling in to nap while they waited for their teacher to arrive.
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After their class, Flynn and Dylan headed straight to Mary's restaurant. It had already been a month since it opened, but this was the first time they were able to visit because their schedule had been packed during Foundation Week.
When they arrived, they saw Mary busy in the kitchen, cooking nonstop because of the steady flow of customers. Lucas was there too, helping her prepare meals. The three officers contracted to assist Mary for three months were also present, serving as waiters. Everything was running smoothly—the restaurant lively and in good order.
"Flynn, Dylan! I'm glad you finally came. Sit down, I'll prepare something for you," Mary said as she warmly greeted them.
"We can eat later. Let us help first," Flynn replied.
"Are you sure? All right then. I'll go back to the kitchen to get the next orders," Mary said, hurrying back inside.
Dylan followed right after her to collect the dishes she had just finished preparing and handed them out to the customers. Flynn helped take orders from newly arrived guests, weaving through the tables with ease.
By eight in the evening, after the two boys finally had their dinner, Flynn and Dylan headed home first. Mary and Lucas stayed behind to wait for the remaining customers to finish so they could close the restaurant for the night.
When they got home, Flynn immediately took a shower, changed, and collapsed onto his bed. Dylan followed soon after, fresh from his own shower, wearing just a black tank top and white boxer short.
As Flynn lay peacefully with his eyes closed, he felt Dylan settle down beside him. Too sleepy to care, he didn't even glance at him.
A moment later, Flynn suddenly felt Dylan's hand brushing against his chest.
"Dylan... go to sleep already," he murmured.
"I'm not sleepy yet," Dylan replied.
"Well, I am," Flynn said, his voice heavy with sleep.
Dylan didn't answer. Instead of stopping, his hand slowly moved from Flynn's chest downward toward his crotch. Before it reached its destination, Flynn quickly stopped him.
"Dylan, what do you want now?" Flynn asked, irritation creeping into his voice.
"Do you even need to ask? You're making me hard... help me finish," Dylan said, blunt and teasing.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? The things coming out of your mouth are disgusting," Flynn snapped, glaring at him.
"Why would I be ashamed? It's normal for a guy," Dylan said, sounding almost proud as he glanced down at the bulge in his boxers and caressed it. Flynn couldn't help but glance too.
His face flushed crimson, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. It was the first time he'd seen someone like this—hard and right next to him.
"You're such a pervert... do whatever you want," Flynn muttered, turning his back to Dylan.
Dylan just grinned mischievously. But instead of going to sleep, he seemed unable to control himself and overwhelmed with desire, needing release. Not wanting to force Flynn, he took care of it himself, pleasuring his little Dylan.
As Flynn faced away, he could feel what Dylan was doing beside him. Embarrassment washed over him—this was the first time he has ever had someone masturbating next to him. He wanted to scold Dylan, but he couldn't bring himself to—he didn't want to see him.
Flynn could hear Dylan's soft moans. Even though Dylan tried to keep them quiet, they carried clearly through the stillness of the night, and the bed subtly shifted beneath them.
Flynn couldn't explain it, but a warmth spread through his body as he listened to Dylan's soft moan. He could feel his own dick little by little coming back to life.
Even though Flynn didn't want to admit it, he was getting aroused as he listened to Dylan. The sounds only made his own arousal grow harder, responding to Dylan's increasing intensity beside him.
When he realized Dylan was reaching his peak and let out a loud moan, Flynn could no longer hold back. His dick was already rock hard, desperate to be freed.
"Uhhggg... fucckkkk..." Dylan moaned.
Dylan was panting heavily when he finished. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come like this. He had released so much that some had splattered onto his chest, filling the room with the scent of his own release.
A moment later, Flynn suddenly got up and ran toward the bathroom.
Dylan couldn't help but grin at Flynn's reaction, knowing that his actions had stirred desire in him too.
After wiping off the release that had splattered across his chest, Dylan quickly sanitized his hands with alcohol and headed straight to the bathroom. He wanted to sneak a quick look at Flynn, but the door was locked. A few minutes later, Flynn finally stepped out—trying to act casual, though his light panting and the sweat beading on his forehead made it obvious what had happened inside.
"Success..." Dylan drawled, smirking as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Shut up," Flynn muttered, bumping his shoulder against Dylan as he walked past and headed back to the bedroom.
Once they were back in bed, Flynn tried to fall asleep again, but Dylan clearly wasn't done teasing him.
"You got turned on too, didn't you?" Dylan asked, his grin mischievous and self-satisfied.
"Dylan, aren't you even a little embarrassed by the things you say?" Flynn shot back.
"Come on, just admit it. You were horny because of me, right? Why didn't you just join me?" Dylan continued to tease.
"Dylan... the next time you pull something like that, I swear I'll make you sleep outside," Flynn warned before turning his back on him and pulling the blanket over his head.
Dylan only grinned, scooting closer until he could wrap an arm around Flynn's waist.
"Good night, my Baby FAL."
The next day, Flynn offered to drive Dylan's scooter on their way to school.
"I'll drive this time." Flynn said.
Dylan blinked in surprise at the sudden offer.
"Ehh?? You just got horny over me last night and now you want to drive me around?" he replied with a wicked smile.
"Shut up. I just want to try driving it. You never let me use this." Flynn shot back.
"Fine, fine." Dylan said simply—but he looked more excited than he did when he was the one driving.
As soon as Dylan got on the back seat, he wrapped his arms tightly around Flynn's waist. Flynn stiffened in surprise.
"What are you doing? Move back." Flynn complained, pulling Dylan's hands away.
"Just let me hold on. What if I fall off?" Dylan complained from behind.
Flynn scoffed. "I've been riding on the back of your scooter for ages, and I've never fallen off."
"Fine, fine..." Dylan muttered.
But the moment Flynn started speeding up again, Dylan resumed exactly what he'd been doing—his hands creeping back to Flynn's waist. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers trailed upward until one hand slipped under Flynn's shirt.
Flynn jerked in surprise, the scooter wobbling on the road. He grabbed Dylan's wrist and yanked it away. "Dylan... if you don't stop, I swear I'm crashing this thing into the nearest post."
"Come on," Dylan whined, completely unfazed. "You're so stingy."