Principles and Practice of Sex Therapy // Standalone
Jack sighed loudly, causing a blonde girl with thick-rimmed glasses to turn in her chair and glare at him. He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her before slumping down in his chair and sighing again. When this failed to get the attention of his study-partner-slash-boyfriend, he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest before kicking him under the table.
“Stoppit!” Matt hissed, barely looking up from the thick textbook he was hunched over while
he scribbled furiously in his notebook.
“But I'm boooored,” Jack whined “I need you to love me.”
“I am loving you. I'm just doing it silently. While I study. Which, by the way, is kind of the reason we're here,” the older boy said pointedly.
They were surrounded by other students, most of whom looked tired and a little bit frustrated; finals were coming up and none of them were particularly pleased with Jack's attempts to get Flyzik's attention.
Jack never had been good at applying himself to study but it was getting dangerously close to finals and Matt had hoped that he might be able to try a little harder than usual.
Apparently not.
Realising that he wasn’t going to be able to distract his boyfriend any time soon, Jack was working on an immaculately folded paper plane; his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in absolute concentration. He completed the last fold and took aim, a cheeky grin on his face.
The blonde haired girl turned around, an even dirtier look on her face than before, after the tiny aircraft hit her in the back of the head.
“Sorry,” Jack apologised “I dropped it.”
She slammed her textbook shut, picked up her belongings and stormed past them, stopping only to hiss at Matt: “Put your damn boyfriend on a leash!”
Jack grinned widely, waving enthusiastically at the girl as she walked past.
Matt sighed. “Jack...”
“What? I didn’t like her anyway.”
“She’s in one of my classes and you’ve pretty much just guaranteed she’ll hate on me all semester.”
“Pretty sure she’s a bitch.”
“Pretty sure you’re a brat.”
“Pretty sure you love me anyway.”
“True,” Matt said, looking thoughtful “And I’m pretty sure you love making out.”
“Yes. Yes I do. So, let’s ditch study and go makeout in your car,” Jack said, already beginning to scramble out of his chair.
“No.”
The younger boy sat back down with a disappointed sigh. “Worth a shot.”
“If...” Matt began slowly, chewing on his lip ring thoughtfully “If you can study solidly for the next hour... We can go and make out in the couples therapy section.”
“Couples therapy? Kinky.”
“Shut up, jackass. There’s never anyone there. It’s perfect. One hour of study. Deal?”
Jack grinned. “Deal.”
What followed was the longest hour of his fucking life.
He kept his word, though, and spent that hour hunched over a book about Nazi Germany as he took messy, illegible hand-written notes.
The minute the clock hit 3:12pm he was out of his seat, and tugging Matt up by his shirt sleeve.
“It’s been an hour. Let’s go. Stop reading. It’s time. I studied. Maaaaaaaatt,” he whined, pulling at the older boy’s clothes.
Despite the fact that his boyfriend was only two years younger than him, it sometimes felt like ten but Matt still couldn’t help but laugh.
“Okay, come on.”
He laced his fingers through Jack’s and began to lead him through the crowded library, nodding every now and again at people he recognised.
Matt would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to this study break just as much as Jack was. It’d had been a long day and his boyfriend looked pretty darn adorable when he was studying; tongue poking out of his mouth and brow creased in concentration.
He was definitely ready to get down and dirty between dusty shelves full of advice for couples. He doubted that making out in public libraries was recommended anywhere in those pages, but hey; whatever worked.
He pretty much dragged Jack up the stairs, the lanky boy tripping over his own feet on the way, and through the rows of books. The further they got into the dense labyrinth of literature the less students there were which was exactly what Matt had hoped for.
As soon as they were completely clear of other people, Jack grabbed his boyfriend by the waist and pushed him hard up against the shelving.
“So,” he began, wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist, a smirk on his face.
Matt raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “So?”
“Couples therapy, hey?”
“Yup.”
“How about we do a little therapy of our own?” Jack said, wriggling his eyebrows cheesily.
Matt groaned. “You are so lame.”
“You love it.”
Matt shrugged, chewing on his lip ring nonchalantly. “Eh.”
Jack pouted dramatically and pulled back from his boyfriend, crossing his arms sulkily over his thin frame.
“Oh, come on,” Matt reached out and hooked a finger through Jack’s belt loops, and gently tugged the younger boy in his direction.
“Why should I?” Jack replied stubbornly “You don’t even love me.”
“Because you’ve got about 60 seconds until I walk away.”
Not daring to test his boyfriend on that, Jack kissed him hard, pushing him back up against the shelf.
Matt whimpered gently against his lips, and Jack wasn’t sure if that was because the shelving was hurting his back or because he was overcome with pleasure by Jack’s incredible making out skills.
He decided to assume the latter.
He moved his hands to Matt’s hips, and pushed them up under his hoodie, grabbing his hips and forcing them closer together.
Their kisses had gotten more desperate; messier, and Matt wove his fingers through Jack’s hair, closing the gap between them even more, if that was possible.
They broke apart, both slightly breathless, and Jack began to go to town on Matt’s neck; sucking, biting and trying his damnedest to ensure there would be a noticeable mark there when he was done.
It was taking everything Matt had to keep quiet at that point, but when Jack forced his thigh between the older boy’s, it was more than he could handle.
The friction was so good and so needed that he couldn’t contain the groan that escaped.
Jack laughed and captured his boyfriend’s lips in another kiss, muffling any moans that would have followed.
He was just as turned on as Matt, and could feel the older boy’s thigh against him but it still wasn’t enough. With a desperate half-groan he fumbled with his pants, undid the button and zip and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, forcing it into his boxers.
“Jack!” Matt hissed, pulling his hand back “I’m not giving you a hand job in the middle of the library!”
“Please,” Jack begged breathlessly “I love you. I want you. I need you.”
Matt blushed but pushed his boyfriend’s jeans down a little, before Jack grabbed his hand.
“Wait.”
Matt looked up at him, confusion all over his face.
Jack grinned before spitting directly into Matt’s hand.
“Carry on.”
“Ew, Jack.”
“Well, did you have any lube?” Jack asked, rolling his eyes. “No? I didn’t think so. And nobody likes a dry hand job.”
Matt just rolled his eyes before before getting back to the task at hand; no pun intended.
Jack groaned, tilting his head back as Matt did all the right things to him. He really did have the greatest boyfriend ever and this would have to be the most effective way to study, without a doubt.
“Fuck,” Jack breathed, his eyes closed as he felt the familiar heat pool in his stomach.
The look on Matt’s face was somewhere between lust, smugness and concentration as he took in the effect he was able to have on his boyfriend. He moved closer to the younger boy and gently nuzzled at his neck, kissing against his collar bones and nipping just gently at the delicate skin.
Jack was absolute putty in Matt’s hands and Matt loved every second of it.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna...” Jack moaned loudly before coming over Matt’s hand, the older boy wrinkling his nose just slightly, but in a completely affectionate way.
Just as Matt was about to gently coax/force his boyfriend into returning the favour; getting Jack off always got him pretty worked up, they were interrupted by a shocked gasp followed by a loud throat clearing.
The boys looked up, deer in the headlight expressions on both their faces, and saw a stern, horrified looking elderly librarian standing at the end of the row of books.
“Uh...” Matt began, blushing furiously, with his hand still messy and down his boyfriend’s pants.
Jack grinned cheekily before winking at the librarian. “How do you feel about threesomes?”
Matt had never seen someone go from looking furious to terrified quite so quickly. Apparently her views on threesomes were not overwhelmingly positive.
She stammered something about a “life ban” and “promiscuity” and “exhibitionists” before turning on her heel and storming away, leaving Matt horrified and Jack amused beyond belief.
“You just invited a librarian for a threesome. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Matt said, incredulous, pulling his hand out of Jack’s boxers and wiping it on the inside of the younger boy’s shirt.
Jack knew better than to complain; Matt was now sexually frustrated and a little humiliated, so he’d just have to deal with a jizz-y shirt for a bit.
“I’m so glad she didn’t go for it,” Jack said thoughtfully.
Matt couldn’t help but laugh. “We’ll never be allowed in here again.”
“Worth it,” Jack said with a grin.
“Stoppit!” Matt hissed, barely looking up from the thick textbook he was hunched over while
he scribbled furiously in his notebook.
“But I'm boooored,” Jack whined “I need you to love me.”
“I am loving you. I'm just doing it silently. While I study. Which, by the way, is kind of the reason we're here,” the older boy said pointedly.
They were surrounded by other students, most of whom looked tired and a little bit frustrated; finals were coming up and none of them were particularly pleased with Jack's attempts to get Flyzik's attention.
Jack never had been good at applying himself to study but it was getting dangerously close to finals and Matt had hoped that he might be able to try a little harder than usual.
Apparently not.
Realising that he wasn’t going to be able to distract his boyfriend any time soon, Jack was working on an immaculately folded paper plane; his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in absolute concentration. He completed the last fold and took aim, a cheeky grin on his face.
The blonde haired girl turned around, an even dirtier look on her face than before, after the tiny aircraft hit her in the back of the head.
“Sorry,” Jack apologised “I dropped it.”
She slammed her textbook shut, picked up her belongings and stormed past them, stopping only to hiss at Matt: “Put your damn boyfriend on a leash!”
Jack grinned widely, waving enthusiastically at the girl as she walked past.
Matt sighed. “Jack...”
“What? I didn’t like her anyway.”
“She’s in one of my classes and you’ve pretty much just guaranteed she’ll hate on me all semester.”
“Pretty sure she’s a bitch.”
“Pretty sure you’re a brat.”
“Pretty sure you love me anyway.”
“True,” Matt said, looking thoughtful “And I’m pretty sure you love making out.”
“Yes. Yes I do. So, let’s ditch study and go makeout in your car,” Jack said, already beginning to scramble out of his chair.
“No.”
The younger boy sat back down with a disappointed sigh. “Worth a shot.”
“If...” Matt began slowly, chewing on his lip ring thoughtfully “If you can study solidly for the next hour... We can go and make out in the couples therapy section.”
“Couples therapy? Kinky.”
“Shut up, jackass. There’s never anyone there. It’s perfect. One hour of study. Deal?”
Jack grinned. “Deal.”
What followed was the longest hour of his fucking life.
He kept his word, though, and spent that hour hunched over a book about Nazi Germany as he took messy, illegible hand-written notes.
The minute the clock hit 3:12pm he was out of his seat, and tugging Matt up by his shirt sleeve.
“It’s been an hour. Let’s go. Stop reading. It’s time. I studied. Maaaaaaaatt,” he whined, pulling at the older boy’s clothes.
Despite the fact that his boyfriend was only two years younger than him, it sometimes felt like ten but Matt still couldn’t help but laugh.
“Okay, come on.”
He laced his fingers through Jack’s and began to lead him through the crowded library, nodding every now and again at people he recognised.
Matt would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to this study break just as much as Jack was. It’d had been a long day and his boyfriend looked pretty darn adorable when he was studying; tongue poking out of his mouth and brow creased in concentration.
He was definitely ready to get down and dirty between dusty shelves full of advice for couples. He doubted that making out in public libraries was recommended anywhere in those pages, but hey; whatever worked.
He pretty much dragged Jack up the stairs, the lanky boy tripping over his own feet on the way, and through the rows of books. The further they got into the dense labyrinth of literature the less students there were which was exactly what Matt had hoped for.
As soon as they were completely clear of other people, Jack grabbed his boyfriend by the waist and pushed him hard up against the shelving.
“So,” he began, wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist, a smirk on his face.
Matt raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “So?”
“Couples therapy, hey?”
“Yup.”
“How about we do a little therapy of our own?” Jack said, wriggling his eyebrows cheesily.
Matt groaned. “You are so lame.”
“You love it.”
Matt shrugged, chewing on his lip ring nonchalantly. “Eh.”
Jack pouted dramatically and pulled back from his boyfriend, crossing his arms sulkily over his thin frame.
“Oh, come on,” Matt reached out and hooked a finger through Jack’s belt loops, and gently tugged the younger boy in his direction.
“Why should I?” Jack replied stubbornly “You don’t even love me.”
“Because you’ve got about 60 seconds until I walk away.”
Not daring to test his boyfriend on that, Jack kissed him hard, pushing him back up against the shelf.
Matt whimpered gently against his lips, and Jack wasn’t sure if that was because the shelving was hurting his back or because he was overcome with pleasure by Jack’s incredible making out skills.
He decided to assume the latter.
He moved his hands to Matt’s hips, and pushed them up under his hoodie, grabbing his hips and forcing them closer together.
Their kisses had gotten more desperate; messier, and Matt wove his fingers through Jack’s hair, closing the gap between them even more, if that was possible.
They broke apart, both slightly breathless, and Jack began to go to town on Matt’s neck; sucking, biting and trying his damnedest to ensure there would be a noticeable mark there when he was done.
It was taking everything Matt had to keep quiet at that point, but when Jack forced his thigh between the older boy’s, it was more than he could handle.
The friction was so good and so needed that he couldn’t contain the groan that escaped.
Jack laughed and captured his boyfriend’s lips in another kiss, muffling any moans that would have followed.
He was just as turned on as Matt, and could feel the older boy’s thigh against him but it still wasn’t enough. With a desperate half-groan he fumbled with his pants, undid the button and zip and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, forcing it into his boxers.
“Jack!” Matt hissed, pulling his hand back “I’m not giving you a hand job in the middle of the library!”
“Please,” Jack begged breathlessly “I love you. I want you. I need you.”
Matt blushed but pushed his boyfriend’s jeans down a little, before Jack grabbed his hand.
“Wait.”
Matt looked up at him, confusion all over his face.
Jack grinned before spitting directly into Matt’s hand.
“Carry on.”
“Ew, Jack.”
“Well, did you have any lube?” Jack asked, rolling his eyes. “No? I didn’t think so. And nobody likes a dry hand job.”
Matt just rolled his eyes before before getting back to the task at hand; no pun intended.
Jack groaned, tilting his head back as Matt did all the right things to him. He really did have the greatest boyfriend ever and this would have to be the most effective way to study, without a doubt.
“Fuck,” Jack breathed, his eyes closed as he felt the familiar heat pool in his stomach.
The look on Matt’s face was somewhere between lust, smugness and concentration as he took in the effect he was able to have on his boyfriend. He moved closer to the younger boy and gently nuzzled at his neck, kissing against his collar bones and nipping just gently at the delicate skin.
Jack was absolute putty in Matt’s hands and Matt loved every second of it.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna...” Jack moaned loudly before coming over Matt’s hand, the older boy wrinkling his nose just slightly, but in a completely affectionate way.
Just as Matt was about to gently coax/force his boyfriend into returning the favour; getting Jack off always got him pretty worked up, they were interrupted by a shocked gasp followed by a loud throat clearing.
The boys looked up, deer in the headlight expressions on both their faces, and saw a stern, horrified looking elderly librarian standing at the end of the row of books.
“Uh...” Matt began, blushing furiously, with his hand still messy and down his boyfriend’s pants.
Jack grinned cheekily before winking at the librarian. “How do you feel about threesomes?”
Matt had never seen someone go from looking furious to terrified quite so quickly. Apparently her views on threesomes were not overwhelmingly positive.
She stammered something about a “life ban” and “promiscuity” and “exhibitionists” before turning on her heel and storming away, leaving Matt horrified and Jack amused beyond belief.
“You just invited a librarian for a threesome. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Matt said, incredulous, pulling his hand out of Jack’s boxers and wiping it on the inside of the younger boy’s shirt.
Jack knew better than to complain; Matt was now sexually frustrated and a little humiliated, so he’d just have to deal with a jizz-y shirt for a bit.
“I’m so glad she didn’t go for it,” Jack said thoughtfully.
Matt couldn’t help but laugh. “We’ll never be allowed in here again.”
“Worth it,” Jack said with a grin.