Surprises (/Falling Inside the Black)
Becker didn’t expect Connor to push him against his locker, pressing all those layers of clothing against the hardness all that wriggling had caused not that long ago.
He didn’t expect himself to ask the most obvious question: Your place or mine?, just like he didn’t expect them to end up in the deserted infirmary - after a quick “Not mine” muttered in unison, and an apologetic “Abby” and “Helen” (not said out loud but thought) -, tugging at each others clothes desperately, mouths locked in a heated caress.
He didn’t expect Connor to lose control so quickly, moaning, begging, pleading to be fucked on the too clean sheets - Bentley will be on a fucking vendetta.
He didn’t expect it to feel so incredibly good to sink into the boy’s feverish, writhing body, allowing those always moving hands to finally come to a rest around him, one clinging to his shoulder fiercely, the other tangled in his hair.
And he certainly didn’t expect Connor to cry out his name instead of Stephen’s during his release, eyes shut tightly as if to bar reality, mouth open against Becker’s own, pulling him too into a violent orgasm.
“Stay.”
Becker didn’t expect that either, as he moved to put his clothes back on, but he still lets himself be pulled back on the too narrow bed, trying to make himself comfortable with a sweaty, needy, and very exhausted Connor on top of him.
“You smell good,” a sleepy, half-conscious voice whispers against Becker’s neck.
“It’s sweat, Connor.”
“It’s you.”
Becker allows the thin arm and leg to wrap him in a possessive embrace and the softness of his own voice against Connor’s hair surprises even him.
“It’s like Stephen’s.”
The nod from beyond sleep is barely there but it makes Becker shut his eyes so hard it hurts. That at least he did expect, just like being woken next morning by Bentley’s outraged voice - Connor, Alex! Out! Both of you! Now! - that couldn’t be muted with tired jokes. The slow amused smile emerging from behind the embarrassed blush as they are dressing hurriedly in the hallway comes as no surprise either, and he’s glad, because somehow it kicks everything back into the normal track.
“Alex? Alexander?”
“If you tell anyone, I will never babysit Sid and Nancy again.
The horrified look is reassurance enough.