If it wasn’t for the book shelf behind him, Stewart would have probably fallen over. He let out a small groan and closed his eyes, moving his hands so they held onto a bookshelf for dear life. That’s when he felt the uncontrollable shiver and Dean touching him there. For once Stewart couldn’t talk. His mind was racing, as was his blood. He felt himself start to react to Dean’s movements and just started nodding hopelessly, his mouth opening and closing without a sound. Stewart lost all train of thought and just raised his hips upward, hoping beyond hope that Dean wouldn’t stop. “P—pl—please.” Stewart choked out, opening his eyes slightly looking at Dean.
Without warning there was a sound of someone huffing, and with only a second's notice Stewart looked at Dean, straight in the eye, and then shoved him to the ground, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t see them. It wasn’t a proper hiding spot by any means but it wasn’t well lit and if no one wandered down the stack then they’d be fine. Stewart held on to Dean as he kept his eyes open. Madam Prince walked past carrying a lamp and books in her hand, thankfully not spotting them. Stewart took a look at Dean, not able to breathe quite yet. Not even a minute later, the lights were out, the shuffling of Madam Prince’s feet was gone. It was officially after curfew.
Stewart let out a breath, and rolled over spreading out on the floor. He grabbed Dean’s hand and placed it on top of where his racing heart was, raising his eyebrow at Dean. He could hardly see him at all. “That was… close.” Stewart let out a small laugh, and then leaned over and kissed Dean, trying a couple of times before he found his lips in the dark. “Where were we, now?” Stewart trailed his hand down to Dean’s pants, rubbing against Dean teasingly.
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