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Locker Lover Ch.2

Here's Chapter 2 for my Highschool Slex AU! Hope ya like it!

Chapter 2:

'Worth the Detention'

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the only thing Alex can do is stare at the teen before him. A pair of vibrant amber eyes watching him like a hawk, strands of white hair cupping around a pierced ear while Joey’s cheek is pressed against the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the top of the table.

There’s something about the way Joey is looking him over, something that Alex just can’t quite place. Hints of amusement? Maybe a twinge of curiosity? Something buried deep within those mischievous eyes and that slight smirk crossing his face.

Alex doesn’t even realize he’s staring intently, grey orbs focusing on Joey’s features, until the latter clears his throat and waves a hand infront of him to grab his attention

“Hello? Anyone home?” A playful tone, one that anyone who knows Joey might be shocked to find him using, and a cocked smile making Alex all the more embarrassed when he finally snaps out of it.

A blush darkening his face as he quickly throws his head to the side, Alex just nods in an attempt to answer the earlier question.

“Huh? Someone actually home or is this your first time in detention?” Lifting his head to ask, Joey’s arm falls against the black table top with a soft thud as he looks at Alex. He’s not able to put his finger on it, but he swears he recognizes that fluffy ass auburn hair from somewhere.

“I-I…Y-Yeah…” Words pitifully slipping from his lips, voice cracking just enough for both to notice as Alex slowly turns his head to look back at Joey.

Damn this overly anxious nature he’s been cursed with. Alex swears internally when Joey chuckles at the broken statement, not caring who heard the voice crack. It's that fact that it was heard at all that makes Alex want to curl up into a ball and never see the light of day again. Though Joey, for some reason, chooses to ignore it.

“Still doesn’t actually answer the question.”

“Y-yes…to both?”

“Thought so…Never seen you here before. What’re you in for?” With a raised eyebrow, Joey takes note at the way Alex fidgets with the textbook infront of him and just how rapidly his leg is bouncing.

“I-uhm…” Before Alex can manage an explanation, a voice from a different table calls out and breaks the increasingly awkward air between the two.

“That’s the kid that blew up the science room, Joey.”

Tiling his head to the right to look over at the twin diagonally from them, Joey gives an amused chuckle when he processes what was just said.

“No shit! Darren, you’re shitting me! This little fucker did that?!”

“N-NO! It-It wasn’t me!”

“Then why’re you here?” The voice infront of them calls out, the other twin turning in his chair to look back at Alex with a quizzical look.

“Dawson has a point, what’s the story Red?” Joey asks with a head tilt, smirking when the conversation slowly expands to the rest of the room.

“Ok is his hair red or not?! I can’t tell!” A third voice booms from the front of the class. It’s the guy currently serving a detention for ignoring the Vice Principal’s warning and riding his horse to school (again) who decided to get out of his chair and sit on the desk, back now to the whiteboard as he looks back in Alex’s direction.

“Travis, it’s clearly fucking brown.” The streaker makes his voice heard now…

“Shut the hell up Mike, you don’t know shit.”

Eyes jumping from person to person and with each acknowledgement of him even being in the room, Alex shrinks more and more into his chair. Somehow half the room divulged into an argument over his hair…

“Typical…Can’t keep fucking focused to save their lives….” Rolling his eyes in annoyment, Joey turns his attention back to Alex. Flinching everytime someone makes reference to him and his lip being bitten nervously as he slinks back, trying not to be noticed…

“Jesus you’ve really never been in trouble before, huh?” Crossing his arms over his chest, a few pieces of red clay fall free from the fabric of his shirt as he leans back in his chair. Whether or not he’s right, Joey grabs Alex’s attention easily with the quip.

“H-huh?”

“You look scared shitless, dude.”

“I-I…” It’s all Alex can muster, the sudden attention flung upon him from these people he’s had little to no interaction with is more than he signed up for when he got out of bed today. Looking down at his hands in his lap, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched tight enough to birth a migraine.

A strong hand smacking his back, Alex lurches forward as he braces a hand against the table. With an almost bored expression, Joey sees Alex hastily reach forward to push his glasses back to their position on his nose before whipping his head towards his direction.

“What was that for?!”

“Get outta your own head. I promise nobody here gives a fuck about you. Stop looking like you’re about to piss yourself.”

“I-I’m not! I-I just…I’ve just never been in detention before…”

“No? Really? I thought you were a hardened criminal” Sarcasm dripping with every word but they lack a certain malice Alex was expecting.

Alex reaches up to brush his bangs out of his face as he manages a glare, trying to figure out if Joey actually recognizes him or not.

“Really. Calm down. Nobody’s even paying attention to you anymore.”

So caught up on his own anxiety and self dread, Alex had actually missed that the conversation surrounding his hair color was long forgotten in such a short time. Most students having gone to sit with others or pulled out their phones in the absence of an adult.

Shoulders visibly relaxing while Alex lets out a ragged shuddered breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding in.

Hearing Joey shift in his seat, Alex looks over to find Joey kicking up his feet onto the table and leaning back, clearly not caring that the red clay from the bottom of his cleats is dirtying the surface as he makes himself comfortable.

“So, really. What landed you in here?”

“It-It was that Chem Lab experiment…But it wasn’t my fault! Anthony is the one that ignored the instructions and decided to just ‘wing it!’ You can’t just ‘wing’ experiments with fire or chemicals! It’s just not safe! And I told him it was a bad idea but did he listen to me?! NO!”

A glint of amusement in Joey’s eyes shine while he watches the previously timid and shaking teen just go off. The way Alex’s arms and hands move to accentuate his points, the way his nose crinkles as he grimaces remembering the whole ordeal, and just how expressive this dude is.

Scoffing while crossing his arms over his chest as he relaxes into his chair, Alex pouts as he glares down at his homework.

“It’s not fair…” Bottom lip poking out just enough to notice, Alex’s eyes mist slightly as he recalls it. He was actually really upset to get the detention slip, it didn’t come from his usual teacher for the class. It came from a substitute teacher, one he actually really liked before all of this.

“I can’t believe Mrs. Janson gave me a detention…”

“Pffft! Janson? She’s a fucking bitch.” Waving his hand, Joey lazily tosses his head to the side to look at Alex better when he hears the soft gasp escape the presumably younger teen.

“You can’t say that! She’s not a-a bitch…” Tone low and hushed, Alex ducks his head down as he says it, like he’s too afraid of someone hearing the swear come from him.

Raising an eyebrow, Joey finally gives Alex a proper once over before letting out a quiet “Ahhh…I see…Now I remember you.”

“H-huh?” Eyes scanning Joey’s face for any tell, Alex watches cautiously as Joey gets his feet off the table and plants them on the ground, turning in his chair to look at Alex head on.

“You’re in my Statistics Class, aren’t you?”

‘Shit…He recognizes me now….’

A million thoughts race through Alex’s mind as Joey smirks, realizing he was right.

“Thought so, wasn’t sure until I just heard you stumble over the word ‘bitch’. Didn’t think you were that young.”

“I’m not! I’m just a year younger than you!”

“So you’re 17?”

Pulling an embarrassed face and biting his lip, Alex shakes his head weakly before confirming his actual age.

“N-No…16…”

“So you’re 2 years younger than me.” A playful grin spread across his face having proven the supposed child prodigy wrong.

God, Alex has always hated this sort of thing. Just because he’s younger and smaller he’s always been disregarded when it comes to school. Not that he really cares what people think about him, but in that typical teen way…He’d rather be thought of positively rather than negatively…

Again, this baby face of his is biting him in the ass…Especially now that he’s stuck in conversation with this guy, who seems like he’s more than happy to play the age card for whatever reason.

“So?! It’s not like you being born before me actually means anything!”

Corner of his mouth tilting upwards, Joey gives him a crooked grin before holding up his hand.

“It means I’m older than you. I’m bigger than you. And I can guarantee that I’m more popular than you.” Putting up a finger with each line, Joey holds up three fingers nearly in Alex’s face as the younger pulls away.

Batting the hand out of his face Alex glares and scoffs at Joey who just looks smug, though Alex doesn’t miss the quick flicker of Joey’s eyes as he looks down towards Alex’s lips.

“Green huh?”

Hand shooting up to quickly cover his mouth, Alex his head away in embarrassment at Joey mentioning his braces. Alex picking a bright green for the elastics for his braces might not’ve been the best idea…Just another thing to tac onto the list of things this guy is probably going to call him out for…

Alex hears what he thinks is the start of a laugh or scoff but has to turn back to look at Joey when he speaks after about 15 seconds of silence.

“I got my retainer in orange”

Eyes landing on the piece of plastic with a wire attached to the front, Alex looks confused for a moment before looking back to Joey who is running his tongue over the upper row of his teeth. He hadn’t realized their entire conversation that Joey had any hardware for his teeth, he just hadn’t noticed it somehow.

Throwing Alex a soft smile when he sees the hand slowly drop form his face, Joey drops his jaw and reaches in to force the retainer back in place. Something about the scene makes Alex blush just a smidge, there’s something that’s just a little weird about watching Joey put his retainer back in…

Though that might just be Alex realizing his gaze was lingering on Joey’s lips as he ran his tongue over them, either adjusting the retainer to how he’d want it or just readjusting to it being back in.

Shaking his head after noticing that he might’ve been being a little weird, Alex waits for Joey to continue their conversation, the younger teen not really knowing how to proceed.

“So, when do you get those off?” Left hand reaching with a pointer finger towards Alex’s mouth, Joey rests elbow back on the desk and watches with his head leaning against his hand.

“In about 4 months…My dentist said I only need them for about a year.”

“Hey, that's not too bad! I had mine for 16 months. At least once a month I’d get a split lip from them”

“Is that normal?!” Head whipping over to look at Joey with a hand reaching up to touch his own lips at the statement, Alex stares at him wide eyed before Joey just laughs him off.

“Oh fuck no dude. But I’m not gonna take a shithead calling me ‘Braceface’ when I’m playing baseball, now am I? Guy talks shit, he gotta get hit.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Joey chuckles as he reminisces over the countless fights or scuffles he’s gotten into over the years, and to his surprise he actually hears Alex let out a soft laugh.

“There ya go, now you don’t look like you wanna cry!” Reaching over, Joey smacks Alex on the shoulder lightly, smirking when he actually catches a glimpse of Alex’s green rubber bands when he laughs a little more.

“You know, I don’t think you’re supposed to play with that in?” Pointing to his own mouth while speaking, Joey is able to infer what Alex means when making his statement, despite it sounding like a question.

“Oh the retainer? I know, I know. I’m super ass about remembering it, Coach usually yells at me to make sure I put a mouthguard in instead of having this in.”

“Yeah he…He seems like he doesn’t like you much…”

“Who? Coach? Oh yeah he hates that he doesn’t hate me.”

Tilting his head to the side, Alex can’t help the quizzical look on his face as he looks at Joey, hoping he doesn’t have to ask for an explanation.

“Coach and my dad are close, they went to college together and are still good friends. Plus, pitching two no-hitters last season means even if he wanted me off the team he’s outta luck.”

Humbly singing his own praises, Joey quirks an eyebrow when the younger teen still looks confused. “What’s up?”

“A no hitter?”

Blinking blankly while watching Alex, Joey just nods, not expecting to have to explain the concept of a no hitter to the guy that skipped two grades and is on the honor roll.

“Y-yeah man. A no hitter? In baseball? I pitched two games where the other team never got a hit off! How-How do you not know this, it was huge news last year! We won the State Championship game because of me!”

Bewildered by the idea that Alex has no idea what he’s talking about, Joey nearly looks offended when Alex just nervously laughs and shakes his head.

“Really!? Nothing!?”

“A-afraid not…I don’t really follow sports…”

“Evidently not!” Head in his hand laughing, Joey almost snorts at just how disconnected from the rest of the school Alex really is.

Smiling softly, Alex watches Joey laugh while fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, fingers tugging nervously at fabric while Joey straightens his posture back out to look at him.

“Ya know, I’m wondering something. If you and Ivo both landed a detention, why are you the only one here?”

Pausing, Alex looks around the room scanning for the person that doomed him to spend an hour of his time here. Low and behold no Anthony Ivo! Seriously?! The only reason Alex is even in this is because of that guy, but he’s nowhere to be found! What kind of rip is that!?

“What the hell!? Where is he?!”

Slamming his hands on the desk, Alex instantly regrets it when he sees the rest of the class turn to face him.

Eyes narrowing, Dawson incorrectly thinks that Alex is wishing Dr.Randour to come back in and glares him down for it. The dark haired teen infront of the pair turns around in his seat to look at Alex who flinches away, but is ignoring Joey completely.

“Dude! Volume! Don’t fucking get Randour back in here!”

“Yeah, not all of us are a teacher’s pet.” Darren, the twin on the other side of the room, quips to back up his brother despite the fact that they're only there because they constantly fight.

“Darren, Dawson, Back off! He’s cool.”

First time in his life anyone other than his parents have ever referred to Alex as ‘cool’ and it does take the gawky teen by surprise to have Joey stand up for him so quickly. A hand on his shoulder further accentuates the point to both twins who almost instantly back down but Dawson is still looking at the pair.

“Then what’s up?” Dawson addresses Joey, not Alex that time.

“He says Ivo is supposed to be in here too but he’s AWOL.”

“And?” Mike, the streaker who is currently laying across the top of a desk while looking at his phone turns his head back to look towards Joey.

“I mean I’d be pissed if I got detention because of Ivo’s lame ass and he’s not even here.” Travis, AKA Pony Boy, proclaims inbetween sips of a RedBull he pulled from his bag the second Randour stepped out.

“Shut up, Travis!”

Watching the room talk around him, Alex realizes Joey’s hand is still firmly placed on his shoulder but doesn’t mention it for fear of making it awkward. Rolling his eyes as the room starts to get back off track again, Joey calls out to the girl who’s reading at the first table, closest to the front teacher’s desk where the detention slips should be.

“Yo, Stacey! See if Ivo’s name is on the sheet for me!”

Saying nothing, she simply flips him off, standing up and takes a hit from her vape before she leans over and peers onto the desk. Sure enough, there it is. Anthony’s name on the detention sign in form, but no slip and no Anthony…

“Yeah, he should be here” Taking another hit of her vape before sitting down, Stacey goes back to reading, deciding it’s in her best interest to ignore the rest of the room.

“That damn jerk…” Clenching his fists, Alex glares down at the book on the table while Joey looks down at him and shakes his shoulder softly, trying to break an increasingly sour mood.

“Hey there, thought you couldn’t swear.”

“I can…My Dad just doesn’t like me to…Says it’s not polite…”

Hearing the near hurt in the soft voice coming from Alex, something about the way he speaks makes Joey feel some protective desire. What can he say, Joey makes friends quick and Alex is a type of pathetic that he can’t help but feel a little sorry for.

“Eh don’t worry, Ivo will get what’s coming to him.”

Eyes shifting to look up at Joey with a curiosity buried in them, Alex feels his shoulder lighten when Joey lifts his hand from it’s perch. Meeting Alex’s questioning gaze with his own confident one, Joey pats the smaller male's head roughly before he pulls away contact entirely.

Somehow unaffected by the overtly affectionate action, Alex resigns himself to finishing his homework as Joey settled into a comfortable position in his chair. His phone and everything else he has is still in his bag in the team locker room, so he has little to amuse himself with.

A few more minutes pass, Joey watching passively as Alex makes quick work of the advanced problems before him and makes a light hearted joke that gains Alex’s attention again.

“Remind me to sit next to you in Stats. from now on. You really are as smart as the teachers say you are.”

“I’m not gonna let you cheat off of me…” Not the first time Alex has had to say that and he doubts it’ll be the last. But Joey took it way better than most.

“Please, I can pass on my own. You just work fast and Mr. Poltzer always makes us pair up for classwork. And I think I like talking to you.”

“You…You don’t want to cheat off of me? Really?” Alex stops spinning the pen in his hand to look over at Joey who previously had his eyes focused on the way Alex was working.

“Nah, I’m not that desperate. I get decent grades.”

“Shocker” The line slipped out, faster than Alex could process what he was saying, let alone what he was thinking. The second it happens, Alex’s face is darkening in embarrassment and Joey’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Fucking dick!” Smacking Alex’s shoulder again, Joey laughs loudly while Alex stumbles over an apology.

“I-I’m SO SO sorry! I-I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Uh oh,everybody watch out. Pointdexter’s got sass!” Travis the Ponyboy calls out happily while laughing, a few others following suit with some low chuckles.

Alex hadn’t even realized others were even paying attention to him and definitely didn’t think that anyone would be listening to him right now. Looking up towards the front, Darren and Dawson somehow moved to sit beside eachother at the desk in front of Joey and Alex. Travis and Mike having gotten together to watch a downloaded episode of South Park Mike downloaded onto his phone, neither really paying attention but hey it’s some entertainment.

Suffice it to say most of the room had naturally gravitated towards Alex and Joey, well more precisely Joey. Just something about the kind of guy he is, someone that makes friends easily and is generally well liked, except by people he gets in fights with.

Darren and Dawson had turned around to laugh at Joey once they heard the dig Alex threw his way, the fact that Joey answered with a playful disposition rather than an aggressive one a sign to those around that he now found Alex to be friendly, or at the very least personable despite the forced interaction.

“Hey, why’ve the Randours been outside so long? It’s been like 20 minutes! I can’t be an unsupervised minor!” Mike comically demands, his fist hitting the table with a solid thud to accent his point.

“That why your mom still bathes you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Travis!”

“Dude that wasn’t even me! It was Joey!” Travis points to Joey who’s smirking with a toothy grin at Mike, like he’s daring the blonde to be bold and try something. Seeing the nearly evil look in Joey’s amber eyes, Mike instead smacks Travis’s arm and glares at him, saying nothing.

The accidentally collected group laughs softly, both something does slightly worry Alex…

“But that is a good question…Wh-Why has Dr.Randour been out there so long?”

“Eh he’s probably just making out with Coach. Those two get so damn handsy…” Joey shudders at the thought, having actually attended their wedding a few years ago.

“Ewww” Travis speaks before he thinks, only to have a stray eraser thrown into the back of his head. Bouncing off his thick skull before hitting the floor and bounding a few more times before resting against a chair leg about 10 ft away, Travis reaches a hand up to rub the spot while turning around to glare at whoever threw it.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it’s ewww because it’s two old guys!Not because it’s gay!”

“Uh Huh. That’s what I thought, douchebag.” Joey, in an almost warning tone, speaks before he settles back into his chair. The heat buried in that glare so evident, atleast to Alex who watches with a softened expression yet wide eyes.

Joey reacted and threw that eraser instantly, without any hesitation and no remorse…

Shaking his head and chasing away the thoughts, ignoring the theories suddenly filling his head, Alex turns his attention to the door. As if on cue, the adults reenter and are shocked by the new seating arrangement.

Quickly hiding their phones and whatever snacks or drink they had, each student quickly puts themselves in a seat. Stacey having the hardest time since she just took a hit of her vape before the adults returned…Holding in the smoke as long as she can, quickly grabbing her backpack and blowing the smoke into it and closing it hurriedly.

“What the hell…” Coach Randour looking around suspiciously as Dr.Randour shakes his head, knowing damn well these students were up to something….

“Did any of you do any homework?”

Everyone, without fail, points to Alex who looks between the figures pointing at him before he looks back at Dr.Randour. Shocked that he was called out, even in a positive way, Alex blushes slightly but nods Holding up the paper in his notebook that has his homework completed, Alex nervously smiles as Dr.Randour sighs.

“Alight Joey, get your ass up.”

“Thought you said I was benched for this practice?”

“You are, I’m gonna make you watch Kent pitch. That’s punishment enough”

“Oh son of a bitch! You’re gonna make me watch Smallville pitch!? Coach that’s torture!”

Standing up and glaring the whole time, Joey walks over to Coach Randour who’s already leaving the room. Before he leaves, Joey looks back and gives a two finger salute, not to anyone in particular…but he was making eye contact with a certain bespectacled teen when he did it…

Smiling softly as he thinks to himself that maybe, just maybe, this detention wasn’t that bad…Since it seems like he made a new friend today…

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prettyhandsomeakwardtffiykyk · 14 days ago

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Locker Lover Ch.1

Sooo here's the first chapter for the Slex Highschool AU! Heads up, Lex is a little dork who still goes by Alex and Slade is a jock baseball player that goes by Joey.

CHAPTER 1:

'First Time Here?'

Tightening his grip on the backpack straps draped on his shoulders, Alex has to steady himself as he walks down the hall of his highschool. Being three stories tall the school itself is far bigger than it probably needs to be if you take the actual student body count into consideration, so Alex being unfamiliar with the area he’s in is doing little to help his nerves.

Making his way down the empty hall, Alex sees that most of the classrooms are already devoid of activity. The lights dim and doors locked shut and truth be told, Alex isn’t even sure he’s heard of most of these teachers before…

“Mr. Waid? Dr. Morrison… Mr. Wolfman and Perez?” Talking outloud to soothe himself, trying to focus on anything but how anxious he feels, Alex reads the names of the classrooms he passes, now certain he’s never heard of any of these teachers. “What are these classes…?”

Shaking his head before looking down at the yellow slip in his hand, a pathetic scowl (nearly a pout) crosses his face as he rereads the note for what has to be the hundredth time…

A detention slip with his name and today's date scrawled in the top corner. It’s for one hour of after school detention in Room 129…

His lips pursing as he attempts to burn holes into the damned paper, Alex hates to admit that he was genuinely upset when he received it…He’s never once gotten a detention or a write up in his highschool career!

Hell, he’s never even gotten a verbal warning! This is so unfair!!

“It’s not my fault…Anthony is the one that didn’t follow the instructions…”

Fluffy auburn locks slipping down, bangs nearly covering his eyes before he brushes the stray strands away, Alex halts his steps as he reaches the detention room…An old Home Economics room that’s since been repurposed to storage and a makeshift practice space for the drama department.

Biting his lip before steeling his nerves, Alex isn’t quiet sure what to do next…Is it like a normal classroom where you have to knock to come in? Or do you just walk in?

He’s never been here before and Alex isn’t really the best at adapting to change…

“Alright Luthor…Calm down, calm down…Everyone in there is just a student too…And-And this is a one time thing! One and done…Just go in, sign your name and wait it out…Y-You’ll be fine…”

Alex actually thinks about the idea of needing to knock for detention and surmises that it’s pretty unlikely and sucks in a breath before he reaches a shaky hand out; Turning the handle, he slowly pushes the door open before taking a hesitant step in.

Quickly scanning the room, Alex’s eyes widen with shock then relief when he sees that the teacher overseeing the room is one that A) He knows and B) That actually likes him. Eyes glancing over to the other side of the room, Alex sees a few recognizable faces, none necessarily friendly or unfriendly…Just people he knows you could easily categorize as ‘Repeat Offenders’, though not in an overtly malicious way…

For example, there’s the guy that routinely streaks at any and all school sporting events…A pair of twins that always get into fights with each other(though rarely get physical with anyone else?), a dude who at least once a week rides his horse to school…And by a very old county law, the school is forced to house, feed, and water the horse till the school day is over…

But most of the other students scattered around the room Alex has no idea who they are but he can feel their eyes on him…Though that might just be his overactive social anxiety rearing its ugly head once again.

Approaching the desk at the front, Alex feels himself jump slightly when the teacher lifts this head and looks up at him.

Dr. Randour. A seasoned teacher who once taught at a smaller state university that many of the student body puts as a ‘safety’ school when applying to college. He’s been teaching at Valeveiw High for about five years now, noone really knows why he changed from teaching at a college to a public highschool…But Alex isn’t complaining.

Randour’s greying hair pushed back, a pair of dark glasses settled atop the bridge of his nose as his hazel eyes scan the scrawny teen in front of him.

“Huh…Alex, I thought it was a mistake that you were on the list today…What happened?” A sincere yet confused smile doesn’t hide the obvious amusement in the teacher’s voice.

“H-Hi Dr.Randour…A-An accident in the Chemistry lab…”

“THAT WA-That was you?!”

“N-No! I-It was Anthony! I-I was just his partner for the lab an-and the substitute teacher gave us both detention…” Stumbling over his explanation, Alex feels a deep blush force itself on his face as he grows more and more embarrassed…

Dr.Randour covers his mouth as he tries to stifle a laugh, shoulders shaking slightly as he watches Alex for just a moment before composing himself. Waving a hand dismissively at Alex, Dr.Randour gives one last chuckle before speaking.

“Don’t worry Alex…These sorts of things happen…Just take a seat.”

With a shaky hand, Alex places the yellow slip on ontop a few others that are piled on the desk, likely from the other detionaires in the room with him now. Turning to face the rest of the room, Alex does his best to keep his eyes cast down as he walks in between the rows of tables, the long black type that you’d usually find in a science class.

Settling on the last table in the left row, Alex moves as quietly as he can as he shoves himself in the metal seat, his backpack now resting against the side of the table leg closest to the wall.

In front of him is half of that pair of twins, he hates putting it that way but he has no idea of their names and honestly he doesn’t want to know. The dark haired individual sitting with his arms crossed, once in a while returning the sneer that’s being thrown his way by none other than the sibling. They aren’t sitting at the same table, instead sitting in the furthest seat from the middle as their tables are on opposite sides of the walkway.

Alex couldn’t tell who started it, the back and forth only getting more and more aggressive. No worded taunts but there’s clearly animosity between the two, taking turns glaring or flipping eachother off like each is daring the other to throw the first punch or launch the first insult.

Shrinking into his seat more, Alex let’s out a sigh of relief when Dr. Randour finally chews out the pair, scolding the immature behaviour that seemingly everyone is far too used to.

“Dawson! Darren! Knock it off or I’m calling your sisters!”

That very…specific? Threat somehow works. Both noticeably flinch at the notion and cease the performative feud, each turning their head to face away from their sibling.

A few of the students laugh, mostly because the idea two teen boys would be scared of their teacher getting their sisters involved in a fight is just laughable.

A heavy sigh leaves their highly over qualified babysitter’s lips before he stands, Dr. Randour placing his hands on the desk as he rises before he looks out over the collection of students in the room.

“Alright, you all know the drill. No phones out, no goofing around, no fighting”- a quick sweep of his eyes looking between Darren and Dawson before he continues- “and no sleeping. Just do your homework or study. We’re all here until 4:30, so let’s just behave today. Ok?”

A few murmurs of acknowledgment fill the silence as Randour stopped talking, genuinely waiting for a response from the teens. He doesn’t treat them like kids, most of them are only a year shy of being adults…Why pretend otherwise?

That’s something that Alex always appreciated about Randour, he never treats students like kids…even if some still act so immature…Probably comes from having been a college professor for so many years, there’s an expected level of respect. Being treated like a young adult instead of a kid…

That’s something Alex has always struggled with… Having been in advanced placement classes since early middle school, Alex has always been the youngest in his classes. He has enough credits and is technically labeled as a ‘Senior’ in his highschool, though with skipping grades Alex is only 16…Two years younger than most in his graduating class.

And being honest? You can tell. He’s been cursed with an advanced intellect and a baby face. Not a single lip or chin hair, surprisingly clear and smooth looking skin, and fluffy hair that just screams youth. Not to mention the fact that the kid looks 100 Lbs soaking wet if that.

The meek personality doesn’t do him any favors either, shoulders scrunched in that desperately beg you not to take notice of him. Perfected the practice of moving through the halls with his head down, constantly working alone instead of in groups for projects.

Suffice it to say that chances are you don’t know Alex from school, and if you do you know he’s a bit of a loner. On a first name basis with the librarian type, would rather read a book or do solo science experiments than dare to have a conversation with someone…

Reaching into his backpack, Alex pulls out a binder for his AP Physics C: Mechanics class and flips through to his newest homework assignment to start working on it. Spinning the pen between his fingers absentmindedly as he reads, Alex barely has time to finish two questions before the door to the detention room is all but kicked open.

The door reeling back from the force and all but slamming against the wall, the hinges squealing as old metal swings the door back again. Like meerkats turning in unison, every head in the room is whipped towards the door as an adult drags in a student…

Well maybe drags in isn't the best way to describe it, but it’s the only way Alex can think to. A tall man in a hat, khakis, a dark blue polo shirt and has a disheveled look to him has a taller student, most likely a senior, by the back of the shirt as he forces him into the room.

“Hey that’s clearly harassment!” Said student calls out as he brushes off his pants, all white stained with red dirt or clay that is unmistakable even to the most sports inept individual. Straightening his back, the teen standing in front of the room turns to glare at the person who threw him in.

“Joey! Can it! You’re lucky I’m not benching you for that stunt you pulled!”

“Not my fault Brooks can’t hit a fastball…”

A cruel chuckle slipping from the lips of ‘Joey’, the adult points angrily at the teen before Dr.Randour stands up and gets in between the pair. Not that anything would’ve happened, this song and dance is more typical than you might guess, though Alex doesn’t know that.

Shrinking back into his seat more, Alex bites the inside of his cheek when he sees Coach Randour enter the room and start yelling.

How Dr.Randour ever married the brute that is the gym teacher/baseball coach Coach Randour Alex will never know…Yeah, Coach Randour isn’t the biggest fan of Alex so his sudden appearance in an already uncomfortable situation isn’t the greatest for the teen.

“Mark!” Dr.Randour all but scolds his husband infront of the class but that does little to quell his anger

“What?! Cecil, he got in a fight with another player!”

“Hey Brooks started it! He should’ve taken the walk”

Joey shrugs his shoulders as he watches with a smirk when Coach Randour glares at him again before pointing angrily.

“Joey! Sit down! I’m throwing you outta practice today. Cool off in here!”

Dr.Randour tosses his spouse a glare, annoyed that he’s decided that his problem baseball pitcher is going to be his problem.

“Marcus…Can I speak with you outside?”

The two share a very brief silent exchange before both walk out of the room, closing the door behind them as they start bickering in the hallway.

Rolling his shoulders as he walks down the spaced walkway between the tables, Joey nods and smirks when he sees a few friendly faces.

“Darren. Dawson” Giving each a fist bump and apparently naming them correctly, Joey runs a hand through white messy hair before he stops midstride, seeing a new face in his usual spot…

Taking notice, Alex flinches when he sees Joey stop and look at him. Realizing he might be in someone else’s spot, Alex’s hands shake as he goes to swipe his book into his bag but stops when he hears the chair beside him scrape the old floor.

Hesitantly turning to look towards the noise, Alex’s eyes widen when he sees Joey sitting down beside him with a playful smirk on his face.

“First time here, huh?”

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prettyhandsomeakwardtffiykyk · 14 days ago

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Slexmas: The Luthor Who Stole Christmas

How the Grinch stole Christmas story retelling

[Slexmas Prompt: Christmas Story Retelling]

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Desk Discretion

A Slex Office Smut! During a video call, Lex can't focus while Slade is under his desk. Only +18 Below the cut!

Pale fingers grip the arms of a desk chair, a head tilted back as a strangled and muffled moan slips through red swollen lips. Squeezing his eyes shut, Lex turns his head to the side as he feels his legs forced further apart.

Strong hands running themselves up along his legs, a tender squeeze given to his calves as low chuckle is heard coming from under the large oak desk. There sits Slade, his chin resting on one of Lex’s knees as he watches the younger male slowly unravel before him.

A singular amber eye taking in every flinch, lip quiver, and any facial twitch Lex’s body decides to share. Tongue swiping over his own kiss bitten lips, Slade swears he can taste the slightest hint of blood…Lex must’ve gotten a little too needy…

Just how Slade wants him…

Resting on his knees while tucked under the desk, Slade looks over the erection straining against Lex’s pants, a noticeable wet spot darkening the fabric. Hand reaching up, Slade cruelly presses the tip of his finger against the damp spot, Lex’s hips bucking upwards at the sudden contact.

Throwing a hand over his mouth Lex tries to muffle the moan that escapes him but the sound is so intoxicating to Slade. Smirking more, Slade tauntingly lays his head down on Lex’s knee to watch the reaction from a more picturesque angle.

“Awww..Someone needs a little more attention…” Sass dripping with every word, Slade presses the palm of his hand against Lex’s throbbing erection, earning another breathy moan that only encourages him more.

“Sl-salde…We-We can’t…” Lex slowly opens an eye to look down at Slade but that couldn’t have been a worse idea. Slade’s cheek pressed to the curve of his knee, white bangs covering a little more than half of his face but a bright eye watching him like a hawk. An all too sincere smile gracing Slade’s features is a warning sign to Lex.

An air of confidence surrounds the ex-mercenary. The calm and collected disposition, the way his lips are currently pressed into the slightest smile, one that someone who’s never met Slade before might mistake for contentment.

It’s at this moment Lex realizes he’s right where Slade wanted him to be. The sudden intrusion into his office, the passionate makeout session that landed Lex in his office chair while Slade straddled him, the way Slade meticulously ground his hips against Lex’s. Slade biting at Lex’s bottom lip before shoving his tongue in roughly, encouraging Lex to put up more of a fight for dominance.

Body pressed to body, hands hurriedly running through hair desperate to bring eachother closer than before. Fingers tangling in reddish brown locks, Slade forced Lex’s head to the side to suck a few rushed kisses and bites into the crook of the pale man’s neck.

Each clothed hump earning another desperate mewl into the kiss and the way Slade kept pawing at Lex, trying to get him more and more flustered without actually advancing their exploits… No shirt unbuttoning, no cheek grabbing, no undoing Lex’s tie to bind his hands together behind his back…

He’s just fucking teasing…

Seconds, minutes, even half an hour managed to pass as the two continued their onslaught. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room, desperate whines forcing their way from Lex’s lips as Slade drags his hips painfully slow along Lex’s lap. Gloved hands gripping the back of Lex’s chair for leverage, Slade roughly forces his hips against Lex as they fight to keep their lips connected. The pair only breaking apart to steal a few quick breaths before they resume, neither wanting to be apart for more than just a few seconds.

Slade took the liberty of locking Lex’s door behind him since he had this whole compromising position planned from the moment he stepped foot in the elevator leading up to Lex’s office. He knew what he was going to do and he’ll be damned if he’s interrupted.

Slade slowly pulled his body from Lex’s but never completely stopped touching him. Slowly sinking to his knees, one hand forcing Lex to stay seated in his chair while the other gripped an arm and pulled the wheeled chair closer to the desk, Slade settled himself partially under the desk while Lex just watched him from above, face beet red and his eyes wide as he tries to focus on Slade’s pseudo-retreating figure.

After over thirty brutal minutes, Lex’s fully erect cock was desperate for any attention Slade dared give it, though in their foreplay time had certainly slipped away from him. Slade sat there, his hand pressed against a trapped cock with his cheek resting on Lex’s knee, he watched as Lex slowly came to realize just how precarious their situation is.

Slade had forced his way into Lex’s office at 1:24 PM and the pair had been preoccupied for over half an hour since then, not typically a problem…but today Lex had an important video meeting set for 2 PM, just 4 minutes from now…

“Oh fuck!” With shaking hands and a panicked visage, Lex tries to scramble to his feet but his legs are held in place by two strong hands. A solid thud and slight shake felt as Slade pulled forward his foot, a heavy boot pressing down against a wheel on Lex’s chair. Now even if the scientist’s legs weren’t held down in place, he still wouldn’t be able to force his body away from the desk enough to actually stand.

“You’re not going anywhere…” The low sultry voice makes the hairs on the back of Lex’s neck stand up as he slowly cast his eyes down, wide eyes landing on the man he trusts the most in the world.

It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a demand nor a question…

It was a statement of fact.

“Wilson, I-I have a meeting…”

Ignoring the broken sentence, Slade sits up as straight as he can while crouched under the desk. Lex’s legs quickly shifting apart as Slade forces them apart, the ease of which they parted not going unnoticed by Slade though Lex’s protests continue.

“Really! Sl-Slade! We-we really can’t!” Panic coursing through Lex’s veins as he feels a hand unbuckle his belt and force open the button and zipper to his pants. A pair of pale and clammy hands press themselves against Slade’s head as he brings himself forward, a skilled hand quickly working Lex’s desperate member free from the confines of his pants and underwear.

Lex’s breath hitches when Slade wraps his hand around the aching member, beads of precum dripping from the his red tip and rolling down the base of the shaft as Slade looks up to Lex with a triumphant grin.

Giving a tantalizing slow stroke, Slade watches as Lex throws his head back again and arches his back, hips forcing more contact. Puffing his cheeks as he blows out a shaky breath, Lex’s leg bounces against Slade’s hand that’s still forcing it down against the chair. Another slow stroke has Lex dipping his head forward, messy hair covering his eyes as his chest heaves, trying to calm himself down enough to reign in Slade’s excitement.

“Sl-Slade…I-I have a meeting…I ca-can’t-you-you can’t!” Lex's pitiful protest is cut short when he feels Slade’s warm tongue lull over his leaky tip, tongue running flush against the tip before he gives a quick peck to the shaft. Nose dragging along the base of the cock and upwards, Slade has to pull his gaze away from the delicious looking treat before him to force eye contact with a nearly drooling Lex.

Despite edging and overstimulation being a common occurrence, Lex is still fumbling over his words with this admittedly vanilla encounter…but that’s exactly what Slade wants.

“Don’t worry baby…Daddy isn’t gonna leave you. Take your video call, I can be discreet…”

“I-I can’t! Not with you down the-!” The incoming call chime pierces Lex’s ears while Slade just settles himself between Lex’s legs more.

“Slade! I can’t miss this meeting!!” “Then answer the call”

Slade says it so matter of factly that he tries, and fails, to give Slade a corrective nudge with his foot but in retaliation Slade just gives another quick swipe of his tongue against Lex’s throbbing cock.

‘There’s no way I’m getting out of this…’

Cursing under his breath, Lex tries to steady himself as he hurriedly organizes his desk. Running his fingers through his hair, trying to be at least a little presentable as he runs his hands over his clothes, trying to flatten out any wrinkles that may have formed during their steamy makeout session.

“Behave down there…” It’s a request, Lex knows he isn’t in a position to make demands…And Slade’s in no position to HAVE to grant any request right now.

Staying quiet just long enough for Lex to click the accept icon, Slade gives him one last defying word before he properly starts.

“No”

The second Lex’s camera turned on he had to bury his reaction, his eyes twitching as he feels Slade’s mouth take in more and more of his cock. Biting the inside of his cheek roughly, Lex goes fully on autopilot… He hears what the investors on the screen are saying, but he can bring himself to actually listen.

Nodding along while trying to pretend to care, any verbal responses coming out in broken sentences. Lex’s left hand balling itself in the hem of his shirt that is thankfully out of view. His knuckles white and the highest pitch whines somehow managing out of his throat, his lips still pursed tightly closed.

Meanwhile under the desk, Slade is actually being surprisingly nice! He’s not deep throating, he’s not using teeth, and he’s actually refraining from using his free hand to give Lex’s testicles some much needed attention. Instead, Slade bobs his head slowly while he runs a hand up and down the length of Lex’s cock he’s not currently taking in his mouth.

Tongue running along the underside of the cock, the corner of Slade’s mouth ticks upward when he hears Lex have to give another verbal response. The broken and stretched syllables, the way Lex’s voice trembles when he has to expand on what he said…

Dragging on and on, Slade can tell by how taste alone that Lex is close to reaching his limit. More pre leaking as he forces the cock further in his mouth, Slade’s feels Lex’s tip graze the back of his throat while poor Lex has to fake a coughing fit to cover the moan, his head dipping down and to the side as he ‘coughs’ into his elbow…

In reality it was an excuse to quickly mute his microphone and hide his face, a few tears springing to his eyes as he lets out a raspy moan, his leg bouncing up and down as much as Slade’s strong hand would allow.

After a few more seconds of pretending to cough, Lex has to force himself to continue the call but he can’t last much longer…

The thick pre-cum spreading over the length of Lex’s cock as Slade quickens his pace as he reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out his phone. Opening his eye just enough to peek at the screen, Slade taps the phone and calls one of two numbers that are in his ‘favorites’ section.

Sensing the meeting wrapping up, Slade throws Lex a bone to ensure a speedy goodbye. The number he called is a direct line to Lex’s office, no secretary, no holding, no option menu…Just Lex.

The important business aspect of the meeting had long concluded and, though Lex couldn’t even begin to tell you what it was about at the moment, the sharp ring of his office phone was the perfect excuse for Lex to quickly jump out of the meeting. Apologizing for the phone call and the sudden goodbye, Lex goes to answer the phone while shutting off his camera.

As he brings the phone to his ear he hears the sloppy sounds of Slade forcing Lex’s cock in and out of his mouth. Slade takes an opportunity he can’t pass up…

Slamming his head down, deep throating Lex with such force that he gags himself, Slade takes Lex in his mouth completely. Throbbing cock forcing its way further down Slade’s throat, a throaty guttural choking noise hits Lex’s ears with crystal clear quality. The phone against Lex’s ear and the mic from Slade’s phone picking up every vulgar noise the two share.

Moaning loudly, his voice breaking into sobbing cries, Lex cums down Slade’s throat with little warning, not that Slade is complaining. Thick ropes of cum coat the inside of Slade’s mouth, a small amount rolling down the corner of his mouth and chin as he pulls back to admire his work.

Cock slipping from his slips, Slade watches as the rest of Lex’s body shivers as he slowly comes down from his high. Lex’s hair is messy and his clothes are now disheveled, his skin covered in beads of sweat and his cock is still wet and messy as it lays against his body. Blown pupils struggle to focus on Slade’s figure as it emerges from under the desk, Lex can’t bring himself to look anywhere other than the growing tent in Slade’s own pants.

Straightening his back, Slade can only smirk as he takes his thumb to wipe away a bit of Lex’s seed that now covers his face. Licking his thumb clean, not wanting any to go to waste, Slade leans down to look Lex in the eyes before he speaks.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it Lex? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself” Hand coming up to brush a few loose strands of Lex’s hair out of his face, Slade is expecting a kiss or for Lex to throw himself into his arms, begging for a round two or to demand an apology and explanation…He’s not prepared for what happens next.

Before Slade can properly react, he’s met with Lex’s foot raising up and kicking him in the chest. Stumbling backwards, Slade slams into the back of the hard desk before looking up with a shocked expression, one of anger soon fading when he realizes what it was really for.

Rushing to stand up and close the distance between the two, Lex presses his hands roughly against Slade’s chest as he starts to bite and suck a few hickeys into Slade’s neck. Low moans only acting as encouragement, Lex peppers more kisses onto Slade while the latter rests his hands on the smaller man’s hips.

“I can’t fucking believe you did that…That was so fuckign hot…” The raspy confession brings another smirk to Slade’s face as Lex continues to sing his praises.

“I fucking love it when you choke on me…This fucking throat was made for me, Wilson…” Right hand reaching upwards, Lex runs the hand along the side of Slade’s neck that he’s not currently marking as his own.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you return the favour then?”

A corrective bite to the side of Slade’s neck has him hissing in pleasure before Lex forces a hand in Slade’s white locks, jerking his head to the side to make proper eye contact.

“You’re the little desk slut, Joey…Not me…”

“Oh you little fucking minx you…” Colliding their lips again, Slade forces his tongue into Lex’s mouth, biting roughly on the bottom lip before he breaks the kiss. “You’re gonna give me something Luthor, I just gave you a fantastic blow job”

Hands running up and down Slade’s broad chest, Lex bites his lips when his hand travels just a little too far south, fingers brushing over Slade’s neglected cock. Whether Lex is just in a kinky mood or was emboldened by the semi-public blowjob, he offers something Slade isn’t going to turn down.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and you fuck me in the shower of the training area. We can see how loud I can get before your security team notices and you have to choke me out so keep me quiet”

Slade’s eye widens and he can’t help that his mouth drools at the prospect.

“Yes sir, Mr. Luthor!”

Lifting him like he weighs nothing, Slade has Lex wrap his legs around his waist before giving another rough kiss. Tongues hastily running over one another, lips swollen and red, cheeks flushed and sweaty at the prolonged lip lock.

Breaking apart, Slade presses his forehead against Lex’s as he walks them to Lex’s private elevator.

“I just might have you do that for every video conference I have…I like Daddy being under the desk.”

“Keep it up and Daddy might just fuck you in the training area against those floor to ceiling mirrors…”

“Ohhh fuck that sounds so good…”

Shuddering at the thought, Lex presses his face into the side of Slade’s neck while Slade has his arms wrapped tightly around the former.

Once in the elevator, Slade presses Lex’s back to the wall of the elevator to hold him in place, one softer kiss breaking the ever growing tension in the small confined space. Eyes fluttering closed, Lex wraps his arms around Slade’s neck to pull him closer. Pulling apart with a small strand of saliva still connecting their lips before speaking, Lex gives a teasing smirk to the typically brutish man.

“Huh…Guess Daddy does have a softer side…”

“Yeah yeah…But keep it hush hush…Don’t want anyone thinking I have a thing for the boss, now do I?”

“Now how would anyone ever get that impression? You’re SO discreet…”

“Haha. Very funny. Just for that I’m using spit as lube”

“How in the FUCK is that a punishment?!”

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