Lukas found himself in a plain-looking corridor with several doors or different shapes and sizes. He didn’t recognize it. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. He tried to open a few, but they were all locked. He couldn’t walk and in front of a dark blue door. Lukas gently touched the door. Something was different about this one, and he couldn’t help to be drawn to it. He reached for the knob and slowly turned it.

The door opened smoothly, and Lukas stepped through. Once inside, he stopped. He was in the empty classroom where he had been with Tate earlier. He sighed and turned around to leave, but the door he had entered from was gone. There was nothing to but him and the stack of desks and chairs. He looked around and noticed another door at the other end of the room. He headed towards it. When he arrived in front of it, the door opened.

Someone was standing in the entrance, blocking him from leaving. Lukas looked up at him. It was Tate. A dark shadow clouded his face, but he could clearly see his eyes as clear as day. Those two blue piercing beads sent shivers running down Lukas’s spine. Tate took a step forward, forcing Lukas to move back. Tate continued to advance until Lukas was backed up against a desk. Lukas felt a lump in his throat as he tried to swallow. He wanted to ask Tate to move, but his mouth wouldn’t move.

Tate leaned down and gently slipped his hands under Lukas's ass, grabbing handfuls of his butt cheeks. Lukas squealed as he was briefly lifted and seated on Tate’s lap. It was only then that he felt fabric against his skin. Lukas looked down as he noticed he was only wearing boxers. He quickly looked at Tate, who was also only in his boxers.

Lukas wanted to move. To run away, but his body wasn't budging. He was glued to that lap.

Tate leaned in to suck and nibble at his neck. Lukas unconsciously rolled his head back, leaving Tate the necessary room he needed to do what he wanted. His lips made his skin tingle with every inch they touched. Just like the last time, Tate's hands went to his nipples, and he pinched them hard. Lukas gasped and felt his lower area come to life. His hands covered his mouth as sounds started to escape from his lips.

"You're hard," Tate whispered.

Lukas locked eyes with Tate. They were cold and uncaring as usual, but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t help but want to keep staring at them. Tate's hands traveled down and slipped into Lukas’ boxers until they were cupping his butt cheeks. He grabbed them roughly and pulled Lukas closer, causing their groins to rub against each other.

Lukas's arms wrapped around Tate’s neck as he arched his back. He was feeling so good. Better than he had ever felt. Tate was aggressive, and Lukas couldn't deny that he liked it. He wanted more. Lukas’s hips started to move on their own, grinding harder against Tate’s, chasing after the sensation it gave him. He leaned forward, dropping his head on Tate’s shoulder. The heat in his stomach was growing. Spreading. Making him unable to think of anything else.

Tate snickered as he nibbled at Lukas’s ear. Sucking at the lobe. One of his hands had left his butt and started to wander towards the front. A moan caught in Lukas’s throat when he felt the fingers wrap around his cock.

"You’re so wet."

Lukas woke up at that moment, and he quickly ran to the bathroom. He removed his pants and looked at himself. He was half-hard, and his boxers were wet. Lukas leaned against the wall.

"Fuck!" Lukas swore as he let himself slid down to the floor. "What is wrong with me?"