"Oh, you can't do this to me," Edmund says, squirming. "I - do want it risky, but I'm trying to throttle that voice until we can make it legal if not socially acceptable in case we get caught? I want it nil risky right now. We can do risky tomorrow."

"Nil risk would probably mean one of our places," he says with a thoughtful hum as he takes a step towards Edmund and places a hand on the side of his hip. "Slightly more than nil but still low could still be around here. I know a place or two."

"I'll take slightly more than nil if it means I can get off sooner. There's an optimization problem somewhere in there, but guess what I don't care about right now?"

Edmund seems to be babbling slightly.

James hooks a finger into the waist of Edmund's trousers and pulls him the rest of the way in for a kiss. Public kissing is in fact fine in this timeline.

He pulls back and says, "Then follow me." He can just grab the handbook and pen again, stuff them into his backpack, and pull Edmund along.

Edmund follows, adjusting his trousers again.

This is not the first and will certainly not be the last time James has some after school activities like this. In particular he knows the cleaning schedule by heart and knows exactly which classroom is going unused and not going to be visited for a couple more hours still.

Once they're inside, Edmund says "Now, stop me if I'm moving too fast, but -"

Then he kisses him.

James kisses back with a smile, and from the way his hands immediately make their way into Edmund's pants he has no worries about moving "too fast".

Edmund takes the hint, and initiates some groping of his own.

"Shit," he says breathlessly, "this is - wow - I haven't, um, done this before, I might not - last -"

"So what you're saying is I should get to sucking you off before you come if I want to taste any?"

"Yes."

Edmund starts trying to shimmy out of his trousers without letting go of James, with an amount of success.

James kisses the top of Edmund's head once before getting down to his knees to help with that process. And if the way he's moving once Edmund's cock is free rubs his face against it a bit too much, Edmund might get the feel it is entirely on purpose.

"God, fuck - I want to fuck your throat, do you want me to fuck your throat -"

"Fuck yes I want you to fuck my throat," he says, finishing unzipping his pants so that one of his hands at least can be used to play. The other is around the base of Edmund's cock, and his mouth is now around Edmund's shaft.

Good because that seems to be what's happening now. Edmund is trying very, very hard to be as considerate as possible, but he's also an extremely horny virgin and his hips aren't cooperating with his intent to make this easy on James.

James will grab Edmund's hand and firmly place it at the back of his own head and curl Edmund's fingers around his hair.

His mouth is too full for him to say "did I stutter" but he thinks he's managed to communicate it well enough.

Well, in that case.

Edmund thrusts, and pants, and twists his fingers in James' hair, and makes some thoroughly indecent noises.

James's noises are similarly indecent if somewhat muffled. If he ever had a gag reflex, he has long since trained himself out of it.

And... from this timeline's perspective, he hasn't actually properly come today—wet dreams don't really count so much in his experience—so he's having just as much fun here and leaking onto the floor (but making sure not a single drop of Edmund's precum escapes).

After what is not an objectively embarrassing amount of time, Edmund's fingers tighten and he pulls James further down onto his cock and moans as he cums down his throat.

Then he awkwardly pats him on the head. "Thank you."

James swallows every drop, and by Edmund's last shot he's coming, too. Without the advantage of someone sucking him he shoots all over the floor, but honestly he feels like the image is super hot anyway.

He pulls away from Edmun's cock to pant a bit into his skin, then looks up with a grin to say, "You are quite welcome." And another added lick to make sure no latecoming drops are missed.

Edmund giggles when licked, and scratches James behind the ear. Then, reluctantly, he buttons himself back up and runs a hand through his own hair.

"That... was very nice. I like you. I'm happy about the things that are happening."

He leans into Edmund's hand, giving the strong impression that the only thing preventing him from purring is the lack of vocal apparatus.

Then he starts rummaging in his bag for tissue paper to clean at least some of this mess. "Always happy to take a guy's virginity the same day I met him," he says with a grin.

"Hey, I still have as many as several of my virginities! Including the main attraction!"

"I'm sure we can fix that tomorrow." Here, tissues, he can wipe himself (including a bit of precum that dried on his cheek) and then the floor, then tuck himself back in and zip up. His phone buzzes, then, and he grabs it and rolls his eyes with a sigh when he sees whatever caused the buzzing, but that reminds him: "I should get your number. ...and we should go find your phone so you can get mine. That way I can outrageously flirt with you some more and send you nudes."

"...yes, yes we should."

To the locker room! Phone! Exchange of numbers!

Awkwardly standing there!

"I guess I'll... see you tomorrow?"