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The world is one third as bright as it should be at this time of day: the sky is a deep, brooding grey, its normal calm blue obscured so cruelly by heavy-laden clouds. Trees outside sway and lurch under the force of cold breezes, and what leaves remain on this autumn day are constantly battered and thrown around, bejeweled by innumerous beadlings of gemdrop rain. It's ten in the morning, and looks like it's five thirty. The gloomy day fuels the gloomy temperaments of students still half-asleep while no sun shines down on the school.

This is the third day in a row it has been raining - it all started as a loud and fierce storm, with high winds and thunder and tornado warnings, but then boiled down to a smooth and endless drumroll and has since remained there. There is no such thing as 'clouds in the sky' - there is only one cloud on this day, a dim and broiling behemoth that keeps the temperature in check and moods low. On other days the prospect of looking out the window and daydreaming would be available; today, one would turn and peer out the window, only to be met with bored eyes looking back and meeting that lethargic gaze, reflected on fogged-up glass.

A lion near the back of the classroom slumps in his chair and chews absently on a claw' he wishes this day was over so he could go home and get back to sleep. Each minute seems to last five, and the teacher pacing around in front of the blackboard just continues droning on and on and on about absolutely nothing in particular - nothing he can follow, at least. While all this will be important later, while it'll all be on Tuesday's quiz and Thursday's review and next Monday's test and blah blah blah, he just can't will himself to pay any attention in the slightest. There's a moment in each day where on decides they'll do absolutely nothing else for the rest of that day - his moment had occurred a few seconds before his alarm stabbed needles into his ears at six this morning.

He sighs, bites the tip of his claw off, picks up his pen, puts it down, picks it up again, turns it around, swishes his tail, looks up at the clock for the fifth time in two minutes. He scans the room, and sees twenty-three other faces as sleepy and blank as his: Megan holds a phone under her desk; Philip is asleep, a puddle of drool gathered on his desk; Kera is busy doodling something in her notebook; a fox in the corner of the room whose name he never learned chews on a strip of jerky; and Kaz stares idly out the window he sits next to, slate-grey eyes the color of today's sky focused on nothing in particular and everything in particular.

Kaz. The lion's eyes hover on him. He's an otter, born into a music-loving and artistic family with an older brother - now two or three years into college - and another younger one who never turned four. He has all except two classes with Matt - this lion - and is one of the top students in all of those, if not the top himself. It's strange how he manages to get such good grades, as he hardly ever does anything in class and also rarely ever turns in homework - but, that's just another strange attribute of this strange otter.

Kaz. His sexuality's always in question, one way or another: one day he'll be seen holding hands with a girl, the next he'll be sitting in some guy's lap; his voice is a rich, low tenor, but it carries a bit of a lisp; he often wears tight pants (and, oh dear God, can he pull it off!) with a shirt usually that matches the fit; and he hangs out with all the different cliques of students at school, and somehow, he seems to fit in with each and every one of them. He's never done anything - that anyone knows about, that is - to align himself any one way or another, and when asked about it, he usually shrugs and says something along the lines of "you'll see".

Kaz. Matt - who has been out of the closet for a few years now - has had his eye on him for who knows how long, and every once in a while suspects the same from the otter. Kaz is so bright and colorful and energetic, while Matt is quiet and shy, a generally nervous individual who never knows what to say or when to say it. Kaz always seems to know what to say and what to do, almost as if he can read the other person's mind and emotions.

Kaz. Slim, lithe, sexy. Graceful, pretty, cute - effeminate, if anything. He's strange, and interesting, and different, and enticing - tantalizing. This school year, he's turned down two guys and three girls, one of which was Alexandra Huber - Alexandra Huber! - for a relationship, and for as long as Matt can remember, he's been single since he first entered high school. Matt has been in and out of at least four.

Kaz. He's looking at me.

Matt drops his head under that smooth steel gaze, hoping the otter hadn't been watching for long - that'd be a bit embarrassing, as Matt had already asked him out once and had been rejected - but, that was at the start of the year. Things might have changed by now - he knew for a fact that Kaz knew he still liked him, though. He knew because that otter was a king of teasing.

Lightning flashes outside, and Matt takes the opportunity to look out the window; out of his peripheral vision, he sees the otter still facing him, still watching him. He can see the way he's half-turned in his chair with an arm draped over the back, how his long, thick ruddertail curls around a leg of the chair, how he has one of his legs tucked underneath the seat and has his other extended out. To put it as simply as possible, he doesn't care - and the teacher doesn't care that he doesn't care. Seconds stretch on and on and on as the lion wishes for him to turn back around, to show his blatant apathy toward what the teacher has to say in his original position.

The bell rings - thank God. Matt begins to gather his things while keeping an eye on Kaz; when the otter leaves the room ,he waits a few seconds, then slings his backpack over his shoulder and follows after the last person to leave. He shares his next class with Kaz - but, not only that, he sits right next to him. That's where the otter does most of his teasing, as the low tables in that room allow for paws to do many more things without being caught than in any other room. The thought of what has happened there in the past brings both a nervous flutter to his heart and an expectant shudder to his cock.

Someone bumps into him, and he's in the middle of a muttered apology when he sees that otter's slim form push past him and slip through the crowds of people ahead, a leaf following the flow of a choppy river with unparalleled ease

Well, fuck.

Matt watches as he weaves his way through the halls, and tries to keep a considerable distance to hide his blush - what bumped against him was a paw, and it just so happened to brush against a spot to the lower left of the base of his tail... and pressure was certainly applied before it was removed. What are the chances? Matt has often entertained the idea of doing something in retaliation to Kaz, but never actually does due to his inherent shyness and the fact that he'd probably enjoy it - not that Matt doesn't enjoy it, of course. He's just always too flustered to show it when it happens - and he's often spent hot nights thinking about Kaz's paw on his thigh and imagining what it would be like if he were ever to go further...

He coughs and lowers his ears as he comes to his class; Kaz is waiting outside, leaning against the doorframe. He has no backpack or anything else, and just carries one pen in his pocked - who knows what the fuck he does with the papers he gets in class?

"What do you think of our homework for economics, fluffbutt?"

His voice perks Matt's ears - it's so smooth, so calming, so sweet... "I... I dunno," he stammers, pushing through the door. "I wasn't really listening. Never do in that class."

"Yes, I know, I could tell." Kaz slides out his chair with his foot and plops down into hit; Matt takes his seat next to him, slowly. "I'm not too worried about next week's test, though. Should be easy enough."

"Uh. Yeah." Matt kicks his stuff under the table and slouches back in his chair. The bell rings, class starts, and the teacher gets up from behind his desk to go point at something on the board. Matt tries to pay attention, but he keeps on flicking his eyes back over to Kaz's paws - they're in his lap, one on each leg, fingers drumming the same rhythm over and over. He's teasing me again, he realizes. He knows I want him to do something, so he's not doing anything. Oh God.

Kaz nudges him (which makes him jump) and whispers something, and the lion is about to ask why he said that when the teacher calls on him to answer a question. He looks at the teacher, then t Kaz, then back at the teacher, and spits out what the otter told him; the teacher nods, acknowledges that his answer is correct, and goes back to his lesson.

"Hey, thanks," Matt whispers. "I had no idea what he asks."

"No problem. I mean, what are friends for, right?" Kaz reaches over and pats Matt's leg -

• and the lion freezes up, heart already in his throat. He keeps his paw there, on his knee, obscured from vision by the table, while watching the teacher as if nothing was happening. This is how it starts, then. Matt shifts a bit and breathes out a shuddering sigh; Kaz's ears flick as they pick up the sound, and he moves his paw further up the lion's leg. His fingers continue their drumming there on his lower thigh but without being lifted - more of a wave of squeezes. Nothing the teacher says is making sense, or even registering; every nerve in his body is focused on the warm paw gently inching up, up, up his leg.

Kaz shifts and coughs into his other paw, and uses this to hide the movement of his paw up another few inches. Matt swallows and licks his lips nervously, hoping the otter would notice his growing boner, realize he had gone too far - or not - and stop... but knowing him, that probably won't happen. He wiggles a bit, slides back in his chair...

...and jumps when that warm otterpaw presses back up against him.

Kaz had never gone this far. Yes, he had countless times before had his paw on Matt's upper thigh, but ever higher, as it is now. Oh God. Matt doesn't breathe; Kaz presses on the front of his pants and forces out a breath.

"Don't make a sound," purrs the otter in a low, coarse growl. "Next is lunch, and I live just down the street. We could take the chance to do what we've both been wanting."

Matt keeps his eyes forward and nods, trying to keep as still as possible; Kaz slips his paw into the lion's pants and keeps it there for a few seconds, searches for the tip of his hard cock with his thumb, finds it and rubs the pad of his thumb over the bead of pre that waits there for him, then removes his paw from his pants. Matt watches, then, as he lifts his thumb to his lips, licks it once, and drops it into his own lap.

Matt breathes out another sigh and hesitates before patting the otter's leg - Kaz takes his paw in his own and presses it into his crotch, where the lion feels a hot hardness similar to his own, then releases it and once more readjusts his position. His solid confidence, how he lacks any hesitation or regret... how does he do it? Here Matt is, heart beating fast, nervous, blushing - and he didn't even do anything [fully] of his own accord.

The memory of Kaz's paw pressing into his most sensitive area through the fabric of his pants hangs in his mind, thick, heavy, and delicious - he remembers how that sweet paw slid into his pants and brushed his cock, wrapped around it, squeezed it, but no more... he can't just leave me like this, the lion thinks. He knows what I want - and he wants it, too. Matt casts a sideways glance over at Kaz; the otter's ears are still trained on him, and his erection is a bit obvious under the tightness of his pants - he's teasing me again, isn't he? Well, we'll just see about that.

Matt reaches over under the table and takes Kaz's paw; the otter's whiskers twitch, and the ghost of a smile lifts the corner of his lips. Matt brings the paw to the front of his pants where it just was and presses it in; Kaz's fingers curl around his bulge and squeeze, and remain there after the lion removes his paw. The otter finds his cock through his pants and squeezes it, then presses in to his sack, then squeezes his cock again... Matt swallows back a moan and wriggles slightly, suddenly very conscious of the other students - but Kaz continues groping and feeling him in full sureness and confidence fueled by lust and who knows what else. He digs into Matt's crotch with fingers and thumb now squeezing, now not, with his palm pressed against the lion's hard meat with a single layer of fabric and a zipper between them...

...and then he stops and leans in toward Matt. "No more," he says, in that same so-sexy growl, "until class is over. Remember how my paw felt, lion - and remember how I felt, in yours."

And he does. Matt sits through the rest of class, unable to concentrate or think clearly. He forgets everything the teacher says right after he says it; he often has to hear a question two or three times to understand it, and can never come up with the right answer; and each move by Kaz sets him on edge and shoots another jolt into his heart, even if he's so little as reaching across the table to pick up his pen.

Finally, though, class comes to an end; Kaz is one of the first to get up and leave, and Matt has to rush to follow him through the halls. Outside, it's much easier: he moves slower, sticks to the sidewalk, and falls back to walk beside the lion.

"So..." says Matt, keeping his eyes pointed toward the ground, "why?"

"Why what?"

"Why all of that, in there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He's teasing me again. He's going to make me say it. "Why..." Blush. "Why did you grope me?"

"Oh, that." Kaz smiles again; a car drives by. "I've seen you watching me. I could tell in your eyes what you've been wanting... and, in gym, I'm sure I'm not the only one to notice your boner underneath your towel in the locker room." He chuckles. "Sometimes I shower after everyone else for a bit longer than I usually would... and for an audience of one, always."

Oh, God, the times Matt had stayed to watch! Many nights had he pawed to thoughts and memories of that - that sleek, sexy body, fur slicked down and shining with wetness, half-turned to him so his sheath and sack were obvious in the otherwise smooth curve of his belly and legs... there was that time every once in a while the soap would jump from his paws, and he'd lean over to pick it up - and, to Matt's wistful eyes and cock, he'd lift, lift, lift his tail while reaching for it, with his legs spread apart and sack hanging down, two cream-furred lures for his eyes...

"To be honest, though," Kaz continues, "all the teasing I do to you, in the locker room and otherwise... God, it turns me on. I've been wanting you to make a move for quite a while now."

Matt stops in his tracks, surprised, then starts walking again - with the images of a showering Kaz still consuming his thoughts. "...What? You have?"

"Of course." Kaz turns and stops in front of the lion, in turn bringing him to a halt; then, he cups Matt's sack and cock in his paw and squeezes. "After all, who wouldn't want this? I've seen you shower, too, fluffbutt. I know you sometimes stay later than me, until after school ends on some days..." He leans in, close enough for the lion to feel his breath on his whiskers. "I've seen you paw off. I've watched you, from the back corner of the room where you ever look. I've watched you, from start to finish - and, let me tell you something: water and sweat aren't the only things I've wiped off with my towel."

A deep blush warms Matt's face, and he's once again too flustered to say or do anything; Kaz releases him after a few seconds and then continues walking like before.

"This is my house," he says, and starts towards the door; Matt follows, a bit of a distance behind. "Mom won't be here for at least another six hours, and my father doesn't live with us. We'll have some time alone - just you and me." He fishes a single key out of his pocket and sticks it into the heavy wood door. "Won't that be nice?"

Inside, it's warmer than outside, and it's not a particularly warm day for such rainy weather. Kaz lounges back on the couch in the living room and releases a sigh - it smells of exotic incense in this house.

"Come on, sit." He pats the cushion next to him. "It's a nice couch. Oh, just throw your stuff down by the - yeah, that works."

Matt steps over, looking over the room as he does, and then sits; Kaz instantly gets up and kneels down between his legs, one paw on each knee.

"Now then -" The otter licks his lips slowly and scans his eyes over his friend's blush. "How long have you liked me?"

Matt blinks. "Uh. I... I don't know. Since the beginning of the year, I guess?"

"Mm." Kaz runs a finger up and down a seam on Matt's thigh. "And to what of me are you attracted? My personality?" He leans back on his feet and undoes the top button of his shirt. "...or my body?"

Matt watches with the same thirsty intensity he had on each of those days in the locker room... "...Yes. I mean, uh, both."

Kaz continues unbuttoning - two down, three down, four down, five down, one left. "Why have you never made a move on me, then?" The shirt falls open.

Fine lines of sleek muscle in the ridges of the otter's chest and belly captivate Matt's eyes, as they had so, so many times before. "W-well, I... I've always just been really shy, and nervous, and a bit scared, b -"

"That's no excuse."

"- and besides, it was so hard to figure out whether you're gay or not, since you won't ever tell anyone -"

"I like to keep people guessing. But - that's still not a good reason. I mean, I finally advanced since you wouldn't, and here we are now." The otter stands; his shirt flutters to the ground near his feet, and his pants hang a bit low on his hips. He's not wearing underwear today. "I've seen you with some of your boys before - and they all tell me you're an excellent kisser." He hooks his thumb into the waistband of his jeans, and they slip down a bit further. "Is this true?"

Matt breathes in and breathes out, in and out. Kaz is hard - he can tell. "That's not for me to judge."

The otter's whiskers flick; good answer, they say. "Then let me."

Matt stands, still consciously keeping his breaths steady; he's just half an inch or so taller than Kaz, and not quite as slim. Silence reigns for a few short seconds, pervaded only by the gently tapping of the rain on the roof. Kaz lifts his paw, places it in the middle of Matt's chest, gently massages the fur there and skin underneath; Matt puts his arm over Kaz's shoulder and brings his other paw to rest on the otter's hip, where a brown-furred paw soon joins it. Kaz leans in; Matt leans in; their eyes drift shut; their lips meet and hold. Matt feels an electric shiver shoot down his spine, and he thinks Kaz's tail flicks, but he can't be sure.

The kiss draws to a close and then pinches off, only to give way to another kiss, and another, and another, and somewhere in the middle of it, the clinking of Kaz's belt being removed reaches Matt's ears. He slides his paw from the otter's hip to the front of his pants, where he mirrors the motions and massages performed on him not all that long ago. Kaz moans and sighs into his mouth, and even has to pull back to breathe in.

He stays there for a moment with his eyes closed, just breathing and occasionally licking his lips - must be a habit. "I'm gonna need some help getting my pants off," he whispers, "and I'd take a guess and say you do, too."

Matt pops the button of the otter's ants through with a trained thumb and forefinger, and slowly draws down the zipper; underneath, familiar thick cock throbs and waits, and he gives it a few strokes before sitting back on the couch and spreading his legs.

Kaz's pants fall and he kicks them aside, then stands there for a few seconds for his friend's viewing pleasure - his reddish-pink ottermeat stands out in fine, fine contrast with the creamy off-white fur of his belly, and it reaches up, up, up, a good seven inches, perhaps more... and he has the girth to go with it, too. Matt is about to undo his fly when one of those paws comes down to stop him and move his away, and then Kaz once more kneels down between his legs - what is he doing? He casts his eyes up to Matt's face, licks his lips, looks back down, closes his eyes, leans in... and takes the front flap of the lion's pants in his teeth and tugs on it, pulling it down over and free from the button.

Wow. Matt raises his eyebrows - that's never happened to him before. Wonder how much practice that took to get right.

Kaz lifts the zipper with his tongue and takes that, too, in his teeth - Matt wriggles in response to the chin pressing into his crotch - and pulls it down... the lion sees the twitch of his nose and whiskers when the wave of his musk that has been contained there all day hits him, and smiles. They're both going to love this - he can tell.

The drumming of the rain fades away to something insignificant, unimportant, nonexistent. Kaz presses his tongue to the base of the hard cock not even an inch from his face and holds it there, then licks up, up, up along the underside, pulls the tip into his mouth, swirls his tongue around and around it... oh God. Matt's eyes close, and he breathes out a sweet sigh - this otter's tongue is everything he had hoped and expected it to be and so, so much more. Kaz tilts his meat better towards him with a gentle finger and thumb, and goes right down on it with lips taut, tongue curved, and absolutely wonderful in every way imaginable. It's clear in the velvet skill with which he performs that he's had lots of practice with this... but that doesn't matter right now. Matt brings his paw to the back of the otter's head and holds it there; the fur is soft, thick warm, and pushes that head further down in his lap...

Kaz lets his eyes drift shut and allows this sexy lion to control him as he very well pleases - he just loves the scent, the feeling, the taste of this cock cupped in his tongue and rubbing up against the roof of his mouth, loves everything about what is happening right now. The throbs and twitches that continuously surge through his also-hard cock are powerful, uncontrollable - during all of those nights alone in bed and showering at school, he never once thought so much would be done to him just by having this rich meet on his tongue... but, oh dear God, he wants more, more, more. He slides down further on to that cock, feels it fill more and more of his mouth, his throat - gags a bit, recovers, gags again, recovers again - and has to remove his finger and thumb from the base to get it all the way into his throat. Without the help of a certain well-endowed wolf from early high school, he wouldn't be able to do this.

Matt's paw goes limp, and he arches his back in sheer pleasure. Oh my God. He never once imagined it would be this great to have Kaz go down on him...

The otter remains there for a while - breathing cut off, eyes shut, aroused like never before, nose buried in musk powerful enough to overcome the incense his mom burns all hours of the day - and then draws back, slowly, slowly. A string of saliva connects his lips and Matt's tip when he pulls completely up; he licks it off and then leans in for another wet string of connected kisses - even though they seem more like wrestling matches between their tongues than kisses.

"So," he purrs, breath hot on Matt's face, "are you a top?"

The lion has to gather his thoughts and breathe for a while before responding - and when he does, he intentionally rubs his cock against Kaz's belly. "Yeah, actually... I know it doesn't really seem like it, but yeah. I am."

"Really." Kaz slides to the floor, turns around, gets on his paws and knees, and lifts his tail; Matt stares, licks his lips, absently strokes himself. "Prove it."

Those two simple words take a while for the lion to process - he is busy staring at that fine rump of which he had rarely gotten as great a view as this - though ,there were those times in the locker rooms he would drop his soap, or bend down to towel off his feet and legs... this was like those times, but in full shameless splendor, where the otter didn't have to pretend to be doing something other than showing off, and where the lion didn't have to sneak his hungry glances and lusty peeks...

"Come on, don't be shy." Kaz reaches back, spreads himself further with one paw on his rump, stretches his tailhole with the tip of a finger pulling on one side. "I know you want this. I know you want to learn what it feels like to slide into this... and I know I want to learn what it feels like to sit back on that delicious meat of yours. So, let's get to it."

Matt stands behind the otter, places a paw n his hip, feels up what he has to offer with his other. Warm, fresh, tight... he runs his fingers up Kaz's sack, squeezes and massages it, presses his palm into the pucker of flesh below the base of that thick ruddertail... then he lifts his paw to his mouth, licks up his middle finger, slickens the entire length, pulls it from between his lips with a gentle pop, and lowers it, lowers it, lowers it. He finds his tailhole again and circles his moist fingerpad around it - which draws a gentle clench and exhalation of breath from the otter - and then centers on his opening, presses in, in in... Kaz groans, softly, and turns his head.

"More," he growls, "more. I want your cock in me, baby, I want to be filled to the brim with your cum. I trust you won't disappoint?"

Matt leans over close and digs his finger in as far as possible. "I was just getting to that... horny little otter, aren't you? I've never seen you like this."

"You mean on my hands and knees on the floor, naked and practically begging for a pounding?" He pushes back against the lion's finger. "Very few people have seen me like this."

"You know what I meant." Matt slides his finger out and positions himself behind the spread otter. "Now then... can I expect you to be noisy?"

"Can I expect you to get to it?"

"Well, I -"

Kaz rolls over and throws the lion to the ground, then sits on his belly and leans in close to his face. "You know, just because I'm a bottom..." he purrs, tailhole teasing Matt's tip, "...that doesn't mean I can't be dominant every once in a while. He moves down, raises himself up over Matt with the lion's tip against his hole, and keeps a paw out on the furry chest below him for balance. "Now, I'm going to fuck myself on you - since it seems that's what I have to do to get the pounding I'm looking for - and you're going to lie right where you are and take it."

Matt smirks - such audacity! "Then get to it."

And, he does. Kaz lowers himself, inch by inch, down on the thick cock below him... Matt watches through half-closed eyes as he tilts his head back, sighs, shivers a bit, licks his lips. Kaz's paw on his chest tightens and relaxes, tightens and relaxes as he slides further down, as the lion's cock stretches him wider and wider, as it continues to reach deeper into him... Matt closes his eyes the rest of the way as Kaz's tight warmth surrounds and envelops him. Oh God, it had been so long since he had last done this... and never had it felt so, so good. Must be something about otters.

Kaz breathes out a moan and sits down on Matt's meat, all the way inside him, tingling all over with the sensation. Eyes closed, ears back, paws clenched, back arched, tail raised - the otter that now sat atop him was a person totally different from the otter that groped him in class earlier. Not that that was a bad thing, of course.

He raises himself up a bit - aided by Matt's firm grip on his hips - and slides back down, then raises himself, then slides back down, again and again and again. Each time he rises up a bit further than the last and descends with more, more, more speed and force; a gasp slips in through his just-parted lips each time he slams down, and his moans snake out through those lips between heavy breaths. He moves and lurches with a kind of unsteadiness that can almost be described as sleepy, as if he's drunk on the rich musky heat that has, by now, filled this half of the room.

The lion beneath him twists and squirms as well: he keeps his paws tight on the slim hips bouncing up and down, up and down above his; he breathes in uninhibited panting through clenched teeth and open lips; his eyes are squeezed shut, not unlike those of the fine otter fucking himself on him; and he pushes his hips up and pulls them down with the rhythm of his bouncing. The pittering of the rain is completely and totally inaudible beneath their duet of sighs, moans, gasps, and panting - beneath this music of sex, rich and passionate and rapturous.

Kaz leans down and presses his lips to Matt's while still churning his hips and while the lion also does the same. Hot gusts of breath leave his nose and wash over Matt's face; he brings one paw up to the lion's cheek and reaches his other down to pump his own throbbing and leaking cock; he breathes his moans out into the lion's mouth around the union of their tongues. His panting, bouncing, and stroking all grow faster, faster, faster - and Matt fucks him with growing urgency and speed, too, feeling himself tense up, climax within sight -

Kaz sucks in a sharp gasp and then spits out a string of separated and shuddering breathes - Matt feels the otter clench tightly round him and then jerk a few times, and a warm, sticky wetness permeates the fur of his belly and chest. He bites and Kaz's upper lip and shoves himself in, deeper than ever before - and just barely suppresses a growl as he empties his own load out inside Kaz, shooting out rope after thick rope of hot cum into his warm depths.

The otter gasps once again with each of those throbs inside him, and grabs weakly at Matt's chestfur. "My God," he breathes, in the throes of thick panting.

Matt puts an arm up behind his head and sighs contentedly. "Exactly what I was thinking."

Kaz licks his lips, and then kisses Matt's. "Can you afford to be late to fourth period tomorrow, too?"

Their lips meet again, and again, and again. "I can be late every day - for the rest of the school year and even after it ends."

The gentle rain continues, uninterrupted, as if nothing had ever happened.