Chapter III: Part Two

"I thought you were an oaf." The statement came unprovoked as they packed up for the evening. The library intercom had just dinged and announced fifteen minutes before closing. That beautiful rose color spread to Aoto's neck this time, and Chūshi couldn't help but stare.

"You're not the first person to say that," he laughed in an attempt to ignore how his heart galloping in his chest. "And you won't be the last. At least oaf-looking men are said to make good pediatricians." Since the room was reserved for them and only one other session for the next few weeks, he left the textbooks on one of the shelves on the opposite wall.

"You… you want to be a doctor?" Those eyes raked him over which did nothing to calm his heart rate. "You know that they don't just let anyone become one of those?"

His tone induced Chūshi's laughter which he tried to hold back as they exited the tutor room. "You're pretty funny Aoto."

"That wasn't meant to be a joke. And so informal." He was back to being expressionless, but that didn't stop Chūshi's world from turning on its axis.

"What should I call you then? Although I'm not the one almost failing English." So cute, he thought watching Aoto's face flush even more. The blush spread to his collarbones which he became hyper aware of; so much so that he almost missed Aoto's response.

"Fine then, should I call you Oshiba-senpai?" Though the tone was sarcastic, it wasn't as if his dick knew that. What am I, a high school manga character?

"H-how about I call you Hoshino-kun?" They exited the library and Chūshi's eyes frantically sought out a bathroom. "How about we settle on that for now; see you later." He rushed into the men's room, thankful it was empty.

He blindly locked the bathroom stall door behind him, throwing his stuff to the ground. His hands grasped at his belt and fumbled with the buttons and zipper. Chūshi wasn't a horny man by nature but it was like he was a different person. No, not a different person… His mind conjured up images of Aoto's blush again but transformed to him blushing while calling him "Oshiba-senpai" while he marked his slender pale neck with hungry kisses. He felt close and would normally be embarrassed at how fast he was about to finish.

"Oshiba- kun, are you alright? I wasn't going to say it before, but you look a little more unkempt today than usual."

The way Chūshi's mind froze physically hurt and his body filled with pins and needles. Even if he tried to act like he just finished taking a leak his raging boner would give him away. If he tried to hide it with his bag it would be too weird and bottom line, Aoto would still find out. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm a-alright," he said, his hand inching up and down his now slippery cock. "My stomach has just been bothering me."

Absolute silence and Chūshi forced himself to stop in case Aoto could hear. He then heard the sound of a zipper and rattling, like pills in a bottle. "I'm going to hand you these under the door. I have… issues before exams." Chūshi sighed in relief realizing his secret would remain just that.

"T-thanks Hoshino-kun. You're a lifesaver."

When Chūshi would look back at this moment, he would be two parts thankful but one larger part of him would regret what came next. But he couldn't have known. For the time being, his sigh of relief abruptly ended when, upon bending down, Aoto tripped over his own feet, pitching his upper torso to slide completely underneath the stall door.