Chapter 3: Rising Action
Hovering over the rigid shaft of his partner, Tyler couldn't help but feel butterflies of excitement swarming in their stomach. Anthony, quite unaware of the game being played, seemed to be confused yet captivated by the sudden turn of events unfolding in the sterile confines of the college lecture hall.
The cool air of the classroom clung to Anthony's skin, itchy from the sweat that glistened on his forehead as he wrestled with the barrage of emotions washing over him: confusion, fear, excitement, lust.
Tyler unzipped Anthony’s pants and began stroking his cock. The uncertainty that built within him fueled his heartbeat and heightened his anticipation.
"You know I can't do anything in here," Anthony mumbled, his voice hushed but cracking with desire. "Professor would just kick us both out."
Tyler raked sharp nails up Anthony's chest just enough to leave faint red marks, a warning of how far they might go, and whispered back, "I don't care about rules.
He continued stroking Anthony