Let him return the favor though you don't last too long

‘Damn you, Fred,’ thought Alexander bitterly as he felt Fred tug on his hardened cock from underneath his clothes.

"Ah...Ahhh" Alexander couldn’t help but moan from the feeling of Fred’s hand caressing him through the soft fabric of his clothes. The sensations he felt on his small cock were all the more enjoyable because of it. Fred proceeded to speed up his hand movements, "Ahhhhh ohhhhhhh~" Alexander to moan louder and breathe heavier. Fred watched and smirked at Alexander as he rubbed his little cock vigorously under the skirt and through the panties.

“You’re enjoying this a lot,” said Fred. “You’re a dirty slut, Alexa, really.”

"Nooo...I'm....Nooohhh~" Alexander bit his lip in exasperation as his body twisted and he felt himself throb against Fred’s fingers. He pushed himself harder against Fred’s hand, yearning nothing more than to feel his touch caressing his cock. He thrusted vigorously against Fred’s hand as Fred squeezed around his cock through the fabric. Alexander imagined this was what it felt like feeling himself enter someone for the first time. Fred watched as Alexander let out a miffed moan and convulsed with pleasure. "Fuck...I can't...I'm!" Suddenly, he orgasmed under his clothes. He gasped as his hot liquid filled up his panties and soaked a spot on his skirt.

“Wow, I’m a little surprised,” laughed Fred as he pulled his hand away. “You have remarkably little endurance, Alexa.”

Alexander wrinkled his nose in frustration. “That..Was my first time...Doing...Something like that” he said with exhaustion in his words. “I couldn’t help it!” Alexander pouted

Fred smirked and shook his head. “Don’t sweat it, babe,” he said. “I’m not too worried about it. I’ll be taking the reins in bed so I’ll just need to learn how to pace myself with your easy little self.”

Alexander looked at Fred and blinked. He wasn’t entirely sure how to take Fred’s comment. “W-wha… Fred!” he cried before hushing himself and speaking in a loud and angry whisper. “You do realize that if a teacher turned the corner just now and saw us, we’d be expelled. I don’t want to put my college career in jeopardy just because you are feeling frisky.”

“Nobody was going to come and catch us,” scoffed Fred as he waved off Alexander’s words like they were nothing. “You still enjoyed it.”

Alexander turned red and sighed. “Just, whatever, Fred,” he said begrudgingly. “No more of this though. We have our future to consider and I don’t want to mess it up just for some stupid sexual escapades.”

With Fred’s monstrous sexual drive seemingly quelled, Alexander noticed that he actually seemed to be listening for once. Fred nodded and sighed. “Okay, sure,” he said with a heavy heart. “I suppose it isn’t worth going that crazy again. Least not in a public space.”

Alexander shook his head and turned Fred around to head back through the doors to the student hall. “Let’s just go back to our room,” he said

Fred raised a brow as he let Alexander push him along. “Don’t we have an evening class we’re going to be late for?” he asked. “I seem to remember trying to time it so we can just go from here.”

“I came in my clothes, Fred,” Alexander growled under his breath. “I’d like to change.”

Fred shrugged as they made their way through the hall. “So?” he asked, being too dense to take any hints.

“The fabric isn’t very thick you numbskull,” said Alexander, annoyed.

Fred raised a brow and looked down at Alexander and laughed. “Oh hey, it does kinda look like you-”

“Yes, it looks like that! Now move you oblivious dunce!” Alexander snapped.

Fred couldn’t help but just laugh as he walked back towards the room with Alexander. He realized Alexander used him to hide the whole back through the hall and just found the whole thing hilarious. Alexander used Fred’s big bulky body to hide as he knew his spot on his skirt was glaringly obvious to anyone who would notice. Fred wore a smirk on his face as a couple of students passed by. Alexander darted behind Fred each time a student passed like a scared mouse, hugging him from behind to silence any suspicion that it was just them being lovey dovey. Fred had a hard time holding in laughter by the time they reached their door. “Quick thinking,” he said. “You should just walk like that with me all the time.”

“Just shut up,” said Alexander. “I’m so freaking done with this day.”

Alexander considered skipping the even lesson, even though that was against everything he believed in. He thought long and hard about it as he rushed into the room to change. In the end, though, he knew it wouldn’t be right, especially not on the first day. After Fred walked in, Alexander quickly locked the door before looking for something to change into. Fred watched him as he looked at the locked door. “What? You don’t trust me or something?” he asked.

“In many ways, yes, In this? Absolutely not!” said Alexander as he scrambled to find some clothes.

Fred just smirked as he sat down on his bed and checked his phone, curiously looking at Allison’s social media account. He browsed the account when he noticed he and Alexander were tagged in a photo together, posted by their friend Alisa since she was still friend's with Allison. He smirked when he noticed it was tagged as ‘A complicated relationship...’ and couldn’t help himself but to respond. He left a comment on the photo to Alisa stating ‘it really isn’t.’ He sent the message and thought about how it all really came to this.

It wasn’t that Fred was angry at the accusation, because he knew the other girls didn’t understand the relationship he had with Allison. Hell, he didn’t really even know himself anymore, at least not after this. He continued on messing with his phone when Alexander came back around to Fred’s side of the room.

“Much better,” Alexander said with a smile. He stood there in a warm, comfortable sweater and jeans with his hair braided back into a ponytail that was so long it hung over his shoulder. It wasn’t the elegant look he had before but it was homely and had a housewife vibe to it. He looked at Fred messing around on his phone and raised a brow curiously. “What are you doing?” he asked, knowing Fred doesn’t usually use his phone for anything but for phone calls, texts, and maybe porn for all the new things he knew about Fred now.

Fred gave him a wily smirk. “Just researching on how to fuck a ponytail,” he said.

Alexander blinked. “What!?” he squealed as his face shot up in horror.

“You wanted me to research this stuff, right?” he asked.

“No way, Fred,” said Alexander angrily. “You don’t touch the hair. The hair is off limits! You do that and this thing we’re doing, it’s over, got it?!”

Fred could see Alexander was very adamant about not letting him do anything of the sort. “Fine,” he said, disheartened. “If you want to be that way.”

“Swear you won’t touch my hair,” Alexander demanded.

“I swear, Alexa, Jesus,” said Fred. He smiled and patted the spot next to him on the bed. Alexander sighed and walked over to where Fred was sitting and sat himself down next to him. Fred rubbed Alexander’s shoulders gently before suddenly pulling his whole head down onto his lap. He bent his face down close to Alexander’s and held out the phone. “Smile and say cheese, Alexa!”

Alexander smiled a very warm smile, not really sure why he was doing so but felt compelled to just do it that way. He looked up at Fred confused. “What was that for?” he asked. "Oh nothing much just wanted to take in the moment." Fred replied coyly. “Oh come on! Were already late so quit fooling around!” Alexander huffed as he grabbed his bag.

Fred smirked as he sent the picture to Alison’s social account with the message ‘not that complicated’, hoping she’d read it soon and respond in some way. “Okay, let’s go,” he said to Alexander as he stood up with him and headed toward the door, all the while trying to imagine the look on Alison’s face when she sees his message. Perhaps she'd feel the same hurt he'd felt...Or maybe she'd do something drastic or maybe she wouldn't even care still kinda hard not to wonder.