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>2:50 PM, Tuesday in the robotics classroom, Everyone has already arrived, except for Guillermo, who was late as always.
The usual Tuesday afternoon, where all the robotics members were arriving at the classroom to suffer as per usual. Fabiana is sitting near the big windows beside Mr. Daniel's desk, talking to Sara and Gema, about nothing really important. At the far back of the classroom, Anthony is fighting with Alex about things no one cares about, while Ryan grabs their shoulders and tells them to shut up. Patricia is laying on the yellow bean bag beside them, on her macbook and ignoring everyone with her airpods. Mr. Daniel is writing something on the whiteboard, while Andres, Andreu and Chanui are talking about Limbus, with Sara and Gema quoting them from across the room in the WOW gc. Maritza, Ana and Pietro are all chatting at their usual table.
It was an average day, really. But someone, someTHING was missing.
Out of nowhere, the old, wooden door of the classroom squeaked as it opened, and everyone stopped to look and sigh in disappointment as they watched Guillermo walk in and start coughing as he always does.
Sara yelled at him from the table.
- "Whyyyy are you always late?"
Guillermo coughed, responding in his chopped English as always.
- "I am not always laaaate, you guys are just early"
Everyone went back to chatting, and Sara brought her attention back to quoting the others. Guillermo walked further into the classroom with the classic pep in his step, and set his backpack down near the testing tables. As he set down his stuff, Alex approaches him with his Orange ball, getting a little too close.
- "Guillermo look at my ball". He chuckled "i found it under my bed and even though it was a bit dusty I just ran it under the sink for 10.57 seconds and-".
As Alex continued to rant about bullshit, a certain transgender felt a sense of jealousy rise within hi-her? no- no HIM. rise within HIM. Anthony stomped towards the two, now standing beside Guillermo and Alex.
- "Guillermo, start coding..."
- "But AAAANTONY, you're not letting me touch the robot!"
Alex stepped aside. "sorry." He walked away upset for literally 0 fucking reason. They immediately moved on from Alex's completely unnecessary apology, and returned to talking about their robot. They walked back to their usual testing table, where Maritza was already sitting with her airpods on and her iPad. Anthony went to retrieve their team's robot from the oddly sci-fi coded cabinet (why is it so fucking shiny (i use it as a mirror)). He gently held the robot in his hands as he went back to where his team was idly waiting, making sure not to drop their Spike. Anthony set the robot down on the mat.
- "Maritza, where's the positioner" he said sternly.
Maritza began to position the robot with their completely flawed and unnecessary positioning system. As she did that, Anthony and Guillermo began to chat amongst one another about brawl stars. Once the robot had been positioned, they were ready to start programming. As Anthony and Maritza start to measure the mat and program, Guillermo asks his classic burning question:
- "Anthony, why don't you let me touch the robot?!"
- "Dude, because you always try to do freaky shit to it" Maritza chipped in.
- "No i do NOT, im just TRYYYING to coh-llaborateee". Anthony sighed. He and Maritza never let Guillermo anywhere near the robot, especially without supervision. His constant request for 'touching' the robot never got old to anyone in the class, but sometimes, in the far back of his mind, Anthony couldn't help but wish that Guillermo would one day be asking to touch him instead.
- "No, Guillermo. You can't touch the fucking robot. quit asking..."
The rest of the after-school went on as normal, with Sara being forced out of the class by Ms. Neydi for eating and Alex crashing out. And before they knew, 4:30 rolled around, and it was time to start packing.
>4:30 pm, Robotics classroom, everyone was already packed and ready to go home, and Sara and Ryan had already left by 4:00 PM.
Anthony had spent the last 40 minutes of the session playing brawl stars on his phone, his gay little legs crossed in his seat and his headphones around his neck, while Guillermo had been 'fixing' the robot for a little longer than he had expected. Because of this, neither of them had packed their things, nor had they cleaned up and put away their robot or LEGOs.
Mr. Daniel, who was about to leave, walked over to the door, his hand on the door knob as he spoke.
"Okay guys- I need to go home now but you two have to put your stuff away, okay..?"
They both nodded and Mr. Daniel left. I was just Guillermo and Anthony left in the classroom. Anthony was still playing brawl stars with his legs crossed on his usual seat, while Guillermo reluctantly began to clean.
"An-tony, why aren't you cleeeeeaning?"
"Because i'm in a match, dipshit. Now shut up"
Guillermo scurried over to where Anthony was sitting, his small, grubby, greasy fingers poking out from the sleeves of his comically oversized robotics hoodie.
"AKSHUALLY, AN-TONY, i WONT shut up. stop playing bRAWL stars."
He reaches for Anthony's phone, grabbing it from his hands without warning. Anthony stood up from his seat as soon as he processed what had happened, grabbing one side of his phone and fighting Guillermo in an intense game of iPhone tug-of-war. Guillermo makes a sudden pull with much force, causing him to fall onto the floor, the phone in his hand, and Anthony falling right over him. When he opened his eyes, his breath hitched upon making eye contact with the boy hovering over him so quietly. They were both shaky, yet still. Anthony was on all fours hovering over Guillermo, who was lying on the floor beneath him, resting his weight against his forearms. Before Anthony could even bring himself to speak, to stand up, to do ANYTHING- A greasy black hand reached up at him, gently brushing a strand of his long hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. Anthony blushed, his pupils dilating as he stared into Guillermo's eyes, then at his dry lips. What if... No, he shouldn't, he COULDN'T! He's a boy...and so is Guillermo...that's wrong...right? But then... why did it feel so RIGHT?
"u-um..." Anthony fidgeted, not knowing what to do. Guillermo slowly sat up, Anthony leaning back until they were both sitting on the ground in front of each other closely- but not as close as they wanted. "Guillermo, I-" before he could finish speaking, Guillermo grabbed Anthony's chin in one swift, sudden motion, interrupting Anthony's words- with a kiss. And suddenly it was as if time had stopped. they were both still for a moment, just letting the thought of them finally giving in to one another settle in their minds. Guillermo pulled Anthony closer with his hand, as Anthony's right hand gently held the back of Guillermo's head, guiding him, his left hand caressing his back like a precious pet.
And as they both got more comfortable, they shifted their bodies for more closeness, until Guillermo broke the kiss, gasping for air. They looked into each other's eyes as they panted, sweat beads on their foreheads and the sound of their desperation and passion in the cold air of the classroom. "G-Guillermo...~ I-" Anthony was once again cut off, this time by the sound of his phone ringing from behind Guillermo's back. He reached out a shaky hand to grab it, his eyes regaining an intelligent light as he realized his mother was calling him- it was 5:15! "Its my mom, I-I have to go-" He reached for his air pods and backpack and scurried towards the door, the flustered redness on his face hinting towards his desperation to avoid Guillermo's gaze. "An-tony, wait! you can't just leave-". Anthony stood facing the door, his back turned to Guillermo. "I don't know what came over me, but I really have to go now, my mom is going to be pissed and-" as he reached for the door knob, Guillermo took his arm, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall.
Anthony dropped his backpack, his eyes wide, his breath heavy, and his chest thumping faster than it ever has before. Guillermo grabbed the side of Anthony's thigh, lifting his leg just enough to hook it around his waist. He did the same with Anthony's other leg, just that this time, Anthony let it happen. "Good boy~". Anthony couldn't help but cover his blushing mess of a face with his hands as he let Guillermo lift him up against the wall, pressing himself against Anthony's body in a way he couldn't describe- and he wanted more. Guillermo began kissing and nibbling at Anthony's pale neck, slowly but surely pulling more and more sweet noises from out of Anthony's throat. "mh...nh- Gui...llermo..~". Guillermo began leaving gentle marks along Anthony's neck, slowly using one shaky hand to unbutton his uniform to continue his nibbling on his collarbone. Anthony instinctively pushed Guillermo's head closer to his collar, filled with so much lust that he can barely think straight anymore. His worry of his mother being upset quickly vanished from his mind, as his brain was clouded with thoughts of his unofficial lover.
Guillermo pulled away slowly for a brief second, looking up at Anthony with bedroom eyes. "This is nice". Anthony looked back at him, panting. "Yeah...it is..."