#rattcius

Atticus chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully and tried his best to keep his gaze down at his shoes but it was hard when he was pretty much pinned to his locker by a pair of much larger arms on either of his head. Slowly he looked up and found Racer looking back down at him and felt his cheeks heat up. 

“Racer we can’t skip gym just to make out again...”

But even he could hear the hesitation in his voice. It was the only invitation his best friend needed and before he could even formulate another sentence their hands were intertwined and Racer was pulling him through the halls smiling like he alone held the world’s greatest secret. 

“Racer come on...”

And what he had originally meant to be a plea to turn around and attend class came out low and needy and was immediately misinterpreted. They didn’t even make it to their usual spot behind the bleachers before he was pressed hard against the wall of the back stairwell with Racer’s lips on his. If he’d had half his wits about him he would have chided the red head for being so reckless, but then there were strong fingers gripping his hips and their bodies melded together into a perfect symphony he couldn’t bare to interrupt. His hands tangled uselessly in Racer’s hair. 

“screw it”

He mumbled between heated kisses.