Go to the boys' room

You don't want to risk it.

You toss back a note containing simply the word, "Patience." He rolls his eyes at you and tries to turn his attention back to the movie, but it's not happening. It's just a minute or two before he gets up and excuses himself to the restroom, tossing the teacher his most polite, innocent smile. And right before he exits the room, he sends a glance your way, too--his particular brand of wicked grin that says at the same time "I want you" and "get your ass over here or there'll be hell to pay."

Well, shit. The teacher is only supposed to allow one person out at a time, so that leaves you to sneak out. You wait a few minutes to try to be inconspicuous, though it's tough to focus on anything aside from the thought of what Jason wants from you. You're stuck on the mental image of that thick bulge in his jeans, knowing how his cock will twitch and strain against your hand when you tease him before unzipping those jeans, knowing the taste of the precum that it will already be leaking once you pull it free.

Once you can't stand the waiting anymore, you manage to cash in on the fact that you're typically a remarkably well-behaved student to get the teacher to bend the rules and let you go. You're damn near twitching with anticipation as you hurry along to the boys' room.

Jason's waiting right past the entrance, leaning against the wall with his hands thrust anxiously in his pockets. "Took you long enough," he mutters under his breath, and you don't have any time to respond before he wraps one hand around your waist and the other behind your neck, pulling you in for a rough kiss. He's greedy and impatient, and as he moves his lips against yours he pulls your hips in close too, and he grinds himself up against you.

When you break apart in gasping, eager breaths, he drags you off to the corner and pins you forward against the side of a stall. He leans in close, and even through two layers of clothes you can feel his cock pressing against the small of your back. He pauses his rough play a moment to admire you, kissing the nape of your neck. He starts to move his hips against you again, but just lightly now, just barely rubbing his cock over your ass. Teasing.

"Goddammit, Jason," you groan, and you try to grind back into him, but the angle he's got you held at makes it tricky.

He laughs softly at your attempts and steps back further, instead leaning in to nip at your ear. "Beg for it," he croons. It's always headgames with him.

"Please," you begin with a bit of a waver to your voice. "Please, let me feel your cock."

"You want to feel it, hm?" he murmurs close to your ear, with a playful note to his voice, and you know him well enough to be skeptical. He grabs your arm and twists it roughly behind your back. Before you have a chance to ask what he's doing, he guides your hand onto his cock and rubs against your palm.

"Jackass," you mutter under your breath.

"What's wrong, Zack?" he asks sweetly, and if you could turn around you know the wicked glimmer you'd see in his eyes. "I was just doing what you asked me to."