Prompting Part XXX

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There was a strong smell in the air, he noticed immediately. Chemicals, yes, this was a chemistry lab, but they were even more pungent than usual. Nicotine, faint, but there, and he could also smell... his nose twitched involuntarily, nostrils flaring as he struggled to place the myriad of scents. Honey, he thought, and tea, and something that smelled vaguely familiar, like the stuff his mother used to use on her violin. Rosin, he thought it was called. Someone jostled his shoulder and John stumbled, his eyes flying open, and he realized with a flush of humiliation that several of his classmates were staring at him. His cheeks coloured and he walked quickly to his desk, sinking down into the seat and hunching his shoulders.

Professor House stood up from his desk. "Today we're beginning a lab. Try not to burn anything down," he said lazily, sweeping a hand towards the board. Detailed instructions had already been written out. "Get going."

"Want to be my lab partner, John?"

John turned his head at the question. Sarah Sawyer was standing next to him, a nervous smile on her round, pretty face. He smiled weakly in return and nodded. "Sure, why not?" he agreed, edging over to make enough room for her to sit down next to him. She slipped into the free spot, her hand brushing against his arm. Normally that would've been enough to make John edgy, excited with implication, but today he felt nothing, too consumed with the nausea and the heat to worry about a girl on top of everything else.

"D'you smell that, Sarah?" he asked her softly.

"Smell what?" Sarah tilted her head back, thrusting her pert little nose into the air. She sniffed a couple of times and then wrinkled her nose. "Oh, do you mean that bitter scent? I think it's one of the chemicals we're supposed to be using today. Smells awful."

That wasn't what John had been talking about at all but he nodded as if it was, not wanting to try to describe the scent, which was becoming stronger by the moment. He squirmed on the seat and wiped his forehead free of sweat for the third time. If this went on for much longer, his shirt was going to be soaked. He could feel beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck and soaking into his collar. It was massively uncomfortable and he couldn't resist unfastening the top two buttons in an effort to get a little air against his damp skin. Sarah looked at him in surprise and her cheeks flushed as her eyes lingered briefly on the little opening of skin before she looked hastily away.

"What shall we do first?" she said, her voice a bit higher pitched than usual.

"I don't know," John mumbled. The truth was more like he just didn't care. His stomach ached and he groaned quietly, dropping his head and shifting in an effort to find a more comfortable position. Much to his surprise, his cock was half-hard. He dropped the palm of his hand over the juncture of his thighs, realizing that Sarah's proximity must have been affecting him more than he'd guessed. That was the last thing he needed.

Sarah looked at him for a long moment, a frown tugging at her lips, and then she turned away, picking up two different vials. She began mixing them together slowly. John struggled to pay attention to what she was doing but it was nearly impossible. He blinked rapidly and then squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in shakily. What the hell was happening to him? His temperature felt like it was off the charts. He couldn't ever remember feeling this hot. It was agonizing. There was even sweat beginning to form along his arse; he could feel it trickling down between his cheeks, soaking into the seat of his trousers. His breath caught at the odd feeling and he clenched his hands tightly into fists.