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Smith kept kissing the other, needing that simple connection matching the heat as their bodies rocked together, hips grinding forward, cock against cock. Tilting his head, he let his gaze move to view their naked forms, how fucking hot they were, how good Drew felt and he smirked at the words, the whispered pleading.

Drew smiled genuinely as their lips collided over and over again. The tension between them had been growing for awhile now and Drew couldn't be more pleased that it had led to this shower rendezvous. "Sir, yes sir" he teased as his back arched slightly. He could feel the warmth of Smith's cock against his own and it was driving him absolutely wild.

Sure, he was teasing him, but that was just in his nature. He loved doing that, even more with Drew, who got pissed off so easily about it all... "No," he shakes his head, frowning his brown, in a mock sadness, "Well, they do if you're a winner," he shrugs. He wasn't about to let him forget who won that tournament. He was utterly satisfied with how the story had turned out. "They didn't tell you, did they? They offered me a sports scolarship here." They were both in the same place, yes, but Kevin couldn't help being amused at how different their situations were.

Drew's cheeks were singed bright red with annoyance as Kevin spoke. He wanted to walk away, but it wasn't exactly like he had many options of places to go around here. His jaw clenched and tightened when the other told him he got a scholarship for tennis here, "Fuck off" was all he could say as the tall cadet glared at the man who was the reason why he ended up here. "Clearly no one else applied for the scholarship or something" he said with an annoyed frown. He smoothed back his hair out of his face, a nervous habit, as he looked at the other, "Hopefully your mentor is ready to deal with all of your bullshit" he grumbled.

Smith wanted to have a comeback but instead he just rolled his eyes, which were quick to drop from that annoyingly handsome face to that equally annoying perfect looking cock in front of him, so hard already and he was feeling as he licked over his lips. "If you wanted a blowjob, you didn't need to be such a prick," he said, glaring at him but bringing a hand up, wrapping around that thick shaft and stroking it once, moving the cock from his cheek and to where his lips parted, tongue extending first, to lick over anything already leaking from the tip, before descending to meet where his fingers held the base. He shouldn't have been so turned on, but Dirk was driving him wild.

Dirk looked down at the cadet and couldn't help but lick his lips. He looked so damn pretty on his knees, looking up at him and clearly sizing him up. "I don't want a blowjob" he lied as his hand gripped the back of the cadet's head, "You want my dick" he said cockily. Dirk clocked the other's stare at his throbbing cock and grinned as Smith's tongue made contact with his tip, teasing him. "Good boy" he muttered in a low tone as the cadet's fingers wrapped around him. Dirk thrust his hips forward, fucking the cadet's mouth as he grunted.

The kiss was something he had been craving for so long since his arrival, and sure it hadn't been too long, but he still needed and yearned for the warmth of another. Smith didn't want to acknowledge any of that though, not the hooking up with men part - he was great at that - but crushing on someone, not here, not now.

Drew had hooked up with several guys since arriving here at Preston yet he hadn't yet been this intimate and vulnerable with any. He let out a deep moan as Smith's hand grinded their dicks together. Drew could feel the warmth of Smith's cock against his as some pre appeared on the tip of his dick.

That wink seemed more playful than the demanding, brutish jerk before him would be capable of considering everything that Smith had witnessed so far, the remains of his hair enough of a testament. Even banter after was strange, but he leaned into the touch because fuck it felt good against his buzzed hair, and kept his eyes on him. "You ruined that for yourself, asshole," he grunted, feeling the hand pulling him closer until he was looking at the older man, eye level with his dick and for once he waited for instruction, his eyes betraying him.

Dirk had a weak spot for mouthy pretty boys and Smith seemed to be no exception. His hand rubbing his handiwork on the cadet's head, Dirk had a insatiable smirk on his lips, "Pity. Should have given those locks one last go" his free hand reached down to stroke himself slowly. Dirk took in the sight of the cadet on his knees for him and his dick twitched. "Why don't you put that mouth to good use?" he asked boldly, letting his cock rest up against Smith's cheek.

open starter; event 01.

He could recognize that voice he overheard anywhere. Drew was absolutely shocked to see Kevin here. His cheeks flushed red with anger at the sight of the source of most of his problems. He shook his head, "Fuck off, Ruiz" was all he could say in a low tone as he interrupted the other cadet who seemed to be talking to someone else. "I didn't know they enrolled rats here" he said with a pointed tone as he glared at his rival.

Nate blinked as Drew grabbed one of his bags, caught off guard for a moment before his smirk widened. “Short stack, huh? Wow, straight for the jugular,” he shot back, tone laced with playful sarcasm. “You’re really rolling out the warm welcome, aren’t you?”

Drew smirked at his comment, thinking it was the epitome of wit. "Sorry, I had to" he nodded his head slowly. While he was happy to help the other with his bags, he had to throw in a bit of teasing. Especially since the male was so much shorter than he was.

"That sounds nice..." he nods along, slowly, savoring every word. He's now fully engaged in the flirting: "Can you help me, then," he raises an eyebrow, and slides down an inch, and then with one hand he unbuttons his pants, "Blow off some steam."

When Jasper asked him if he'd help him out, Dirk raised a brow. He usually wasn't the type to get down on his knees and submit to anyone else, but he owed Jasper for overstepping with his cadet. "Dude, sure" Dirk agreed as he watched the other mentor unzip his pants.

He is now determined to do it. Right here right now. Fuck it if they are in the middle of the campus and people will see. He won't let this bratty boy disrespect him like that. "Fine." He barks out, holding him by his shoulders, and turning him around: "Pull down your pants." If Dylan wants to be fucked in public, he'll oblige. "And you better moan loud." If what he wanted was attention, Felix was about to make him the most famous hole in all of Preston.

Dylan knew that eventually Felix wouldn't be able to resist. A smug smirk crept across his lips as he was turned around by the shoulders, a whimper escaping his lips as he was told to pull down his pants. "Sure, Felix" he teased as he wasted absolutely no time pulling down his pants for the other to take him right here for anyone to see.

« - » Isaac didn't mind the eye roll. He was used to it. If he fell apart every time a cadet had done it to him, he would have gone crazy years ago. Isaac wasn't that desperate to be an authority figure. But Isaac's deal seemed to do it, turning the cadet's attitude around. "No promises that your mentor will fall for it." Isaac shrugged. "But something tells me, Cadet, that you're pretty good at getting the things you want in the end." A statement, not a question. He didn't need Dylan to confirm it. Taking in a long breath, Isaac chuckled a little. "Well. I'll have to give you scalp exams. which usually involves you on your knees with my hands in your hair." Isaac said evenly, tone serious but the gleam in his eyes flirtatious.

Dylan nodded, "I'll take my odds" he smiled. He knew that it probably wouldn't work, but flirting with the man was a great consolation prize at the very least. A smirk formed on his lips as the man accurately pointed out that Dylan was used to getting what he wanted. "Scalp exams, okay..." Dylan ran a hand through his hair before locking his lips. "I suppose you'll have to do an exam to establish a baseline, right?" he asked flirtatiously as he sunk down to his knees. A bold move that Dylan was willing to make.

Nate followed Drew’s gesture toward the intake desk, his expression flickering between disinterest and mild annoyance. “Eighty percent of my stuff, huh?” He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag and glanced back at the car where his other bags still sat. “Guess they’re really rolling out the red carpet here.”

Drew nodded slowly as the other mentioned the vast majority of his things would be confiscated, "That's probably an underestimation" he admitted with a roll of his eyes. He hated how intrusive the whole process felt.

« - » "If anything made sense in the military, maybe there would be peace on earth." Isaac shrugged. He was starting to feel the tension of the day, just how tired he was. A lot of cadets told him the same things over and over again, and sometimes Isaac wished he could wave a wand and make it okay, but he was only a simple doctor. He could tell that Isaac had struck a nerve and he faltered a little bit. "I can try and delay it." He leveled a gaze at Dylan. "A note, your...sensitive scalp. It may work. But chronic conditions have to be treated. You'd have to come back here to me every week." Isaac shifted on his feet. "Does the sight of my ugly mug for a few weeks sound amenable, Cadet?"

Dylan rolled his eyes when the older mentor made mention of peace on earth. Dylan's body was getting cold as he stood there naked under the lights. The cadet perked up slightly when the doctor appeared to buy into his scheme. "Yeah, really?" he asked, not loving the idea of having to pretend to have a scalp condition since it sounded unhygienic. "How exactly do you treat a condition like that?" Dylan asked with faux innocence, though he picked up what the other was putting down. "I'd say that's a fair trade" Dylan replied, though the mentor was anything but ugly and Dylan quite enjoyed the view.