"Dylan?" Jack's quiet voice interrupted the half-hearted lesson on electrons and Dylan turned to face him.
"Jack?"
Jack looked down, blushing. "Yeah. Well uh." Dylan's eyes were on him, black and patient and oh how could he say anything now? "Yesterday." Was he okay to be asking this? They'd--they'd kissed once, after Winnie broke up with Jack, and a few times after, but this tutoring thing was new, and Jack felt like the Dylan sitting so calmly next to him wasn't the one who had wiped away his tears. Yesterday they'd kissed again, with tongue this time, which Jack had only ever done with Winnie and felt somehow different when the person you were kissing had chapped lips instead of a liplined pout. Despite that, this might not be his place. Asking about something so personal--it had to be personal, right?
Dylan interrupted Jack's thoughts with an inquisitive noise and Jack realised he'd been too quiet. "Sorry. Er, so. Yesterday." Get it out, Jack. Just say it and he'll know you're an idiot but say it anyway go on. "What--what were you doing?"
Dylan stared. "Doing?"
Blushing harder seemed like a good idea, so Jack did. "In your room I saw you I'm sorry I didn't mean to but I walked by and it looked like you were I don't know like petting yourself down...there and it looked sexual almost but I thought you did that with girls....I guess boys too I don't know I'm sorry I asked." When he started to breathe, Jack realised Dylan was laughing.
"Wanking, Jack." Jack blinked. "Look, I'm not going to tell you to get bent for seeing," Dylan continued, "but how do you not know?"
Wanking? "The older boys...mentioned it. I--" Jack didn't know what to say, so he shrugged.
"Look," Dylan said finally, eyeing Jack in an odd way. "Let me show you."
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"Yes," Dylan encouraged, albeit breathlessly. "Good, Jack. God, Jack."
Jack gasped and arched up into his hand. Sweat was gathering along his hairline and he tugged again at his cock, hips twitching. It felt good. Very good, actually. More than that this was fucking amazing and he was going to do it every day. He'd brushed his hand over past erections, but it had felt wrong and dirty. But here, with Dylan fisting his own cock in the next chair, here it seemed only right. And felt...oh, but he'd gone over that.
Jack stole another look at Dylan underneath his eyelashes and that was all that it took for him to come, on his stomach ew and probably ruining his shirt. Dylan joined him in another minute, biting his lip and making a strangled noise that Jack committed to memory. Dylan grinned at Jack after a moment and Jack made a weak noise. He was embarrassed again. Dylan didn't seem to notice, instead leaning over to--to kiss him! Oh. Well, that was nice of him.
"Not bad," Dylan said appraisingly, and Jack became aware of how exposed he was. "Wash up and we can work on protons."