Lunch itself proved to be a torment. When Ju finally took his seat beside Alby, across from Dylan, he expected his problems to be over. Turns out he couldn't have been more wrong.

Rather than actually eating anything, Dylan had opted to just grab a carton of milk and stick a straw in it, despite the obvious correct way to drink carton milk being ripping open a corner and drinking it straight from the cardboard box. This would've all been fine and dandy, Ju would've lectured his bestie on the proper way to drink milk and they would've gone on with their lives like normal, straight men. Fortunately - No! Bad brain! UNfortunately - however, this was not the case.

This was not the case because, apparently, Dylan didn't know the difference between a plastic straw and a dick. The entire lunch period, the brunette constantly twirled the slim piece of plastic around his mouth, rolling the tip of his tongue over the head of the straw and swirling that goddamn tongue ring around the thing incessantly. When the kid finally did actually decide to drink from the thing rather than just practice his blowjob skills on it, he dipped his lips far lower than they needed to be over the plastic cylinder, o-ing his lips preemptively before he slipped them over the straw, all while making sure to maintain direct eye contact with Ju. (This was obviously to assure the asian he was still listening and not for any other reason whatsoever.)

Needless to say, Ju's pizza sat cold and untouched on his tray by the time he was finally released from that endless purgatory by the bell and B-lined for his own car, deciding heading home early was well worth saving himself the embarrassment of creaming his jeans in the middle of the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, not even Ju's own apartment could offer him the sanctuary he so craved, his own brain conspiring against him in the worst of ways all evening long. Constantly, images from the day would present themselves in the teenager's mind despite his desire for them to do anything but that: Dylan's lips moving as he spoke, Dylan's tongue rolling around his straw, Dylan's mouth wrapped around- That was quite enough brain! That didn't even happen today, or any day, ever - Nor was it ever going to!

Ju groaned unhappily and buried his face in his pillow, doing his absolute best to refrain from the sudden urge to grind into his bed that came with the images his brain so kindly supplied him. It wasn't very helpful, with his eyes closed against his pillow, there was nothing stopping his mind from running wild, now having his full range of vision to display his filthy imaginings across and eager to use that to its full advantage.

It was only the familiar ping of Snapchat going off that saved Ju from stumbling into a full on accidental masturbation session - And by saved from, he meant, doomed him to one.

After only hesitating a brief moment to let his eyes linger on the Snap name Dickwad and contemplate just why he had put that many fire emojis behind it to begin with, Ju swiped open the app and clicked on the picture. Now, it wasn't like Ju and Dylan had never sent selfies before, that was actually 90% of their communication (the other 10% was sending memes they found that reminded them of the other, or they just liked) so there was really nothing noteworthy about this particular instance - But that, in no way, shape, or form, meant that it didn't send every ounce of blood in his body straight to where Ju didn't want it to go when he opened the pic.

Dylan was sitting on his bed, legs crossed underneath him as he held his phone far above his head to get the shot, his crappy converses still on and tracking dirt onto the mattress - Though Ju only wished he could be worried about some mud stains on a blanket when faced with the fact that Dylan had decided to splay two of his long fingers out in a peace sign and stick his fucking tempting tongue through it. The brunette's digits spread around his pretty pink tongue in a way that framed his shiny new metal ball perfectly, though Ju was truthfully a whole lot more interested in the fact that he could visually trace a thin line of saliva from one finger pulling over to the other in a wet trail at the moment. Yeah, no, mud stains were about the last thing on Ju's mind, somewhere far below what it would feel like to press Dylan into that bed and put that piercing to use.

With all this coursing through Ju's head at the speed of light, it was a wonder he even managed to notice there was text across the image alone small and white in the classic grey box customary to Snapchat. "Study date tomorrow?" The small, barely noticeable text read and the asian nearly groaned. Why did Dylan have to phrase things like that, throwing charged words like date in Ju's face when all he wanted to do was drag Dylan on one of those before slamming his dick down the kid's throat?

Oh shit. Oh shit. Well, at least it was all out there now... He wanted to take his best friend on a date and throat fuck him. He- He could face that. I mean, his heterosexuality was ruined but, hey, at least he hadn't been lying to Trevor when he'd promised he didn't want to take advantage of the pretty brunette. (Fuck no, he wanted to relationship that boy so hard.) Oh, and that was a thing. The word pretty seemed to be coming up in correlation with Dylan a lot recently. Guess that was fine too though really, nothing left to lose when he'd already all but jumped the hetero ship and got a ticket for the Gay Train for the soonest ride outta Straight-ville.

With that thought in mind, Ju shot an affirmation text back to his new favorite fixation and didn't feel the least bit guilty when he jerked off to the thought of Dylan's seductive mouth three times before finally passing out.