Karkat stared at his desk for the majority of the class. He gripped his bulge through his jeans, under the desk where he hoped, no, f*****g prayed that no one would notice… it felt like he would go absolutely mad if he didn’t… Oh god, he felt it leaking through his pants.
He looked up at Mr. Ampra, and his grip tightened. He started moving his hand over it, and sighed quietly. He looked over the class to see if anyone had noticed, aaaand, f**k.
Gamzee was staring at him.
Karkat turned away, flushing.
Gamzee only gave a concerned frown, before turning back to his work.
Karkat, in turn, returned to his own project. That being his bulge. He slowly slipped his hand under the waistband of his pants, and rolled his eyes back at the sensation. He knew he couldn’t c*m in the middle of class,
