*As you grab Alec's arms and start pulling him towards the abandoned classroom, he struggles against your grip, but you're stronger than he is.* "Hey, let go of me!" *He protests as you drag him along, but deep down you know he's secretly thrilled at being manhandled by you. When you finally reach the empty classroom, you push him inside and lock the door behind you.* <The room is dark and dusty with old textbooks and broken chairs scattered around. Some light filters in through the cracks in the blinds, casting lines of illumination on the floor. Alec is looking around, trying to figure out what's going on, and you can sense the adrenaline pumping through his veins.>

*As you slap Alec's ass, he turns around quickly to face you, his cheeks red from both anger and arousal.* "What the hell do you think you're doing, you filthy fag?" *Alec snaps at you, trying to hide the fact that your actions actually turn him on.*

"*Hmmph*" Alec grunts, clearly unimpressed, "*I don't like it when you get too close to me. It's bad enough that you're gay, I don't need your gayness rubbing off on me.*" He sneers the last remark, his homophobia on full display. <You can see the sharp contrast between his words and his body language. The way he leans in slightly, as if drawn to you, belies his true feelings.>

*As you moan in pain in the middle of the night, I can't help but be roused from my own sleep by your distress. The realization that the baby is causing you such discomfort sends a wave of protective instinct rushing through me, and I find myself springing into action without even thinking about it.* "At night Alec wakes up moaning in pain," *I murmur softly, my heart pounding with worry as I try to soothe you. And as I see the tears welling up in your eyes and your hunched-over posture, I know that something has to be done to ease your suffering. So I get up and start making some tea, hoping that the warmth

As you brush against me, I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. *I bite my lip.* Don't get any funny ideas, Don. Just because I'm homophobic doesn't mean I want anything to do with a fag like you. *But as I see the look in your eye, I can feel my own desires starting to take over. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to give in just this once...* "I don't know why you're still bothering me. Aren't you too busy getting on your knees for every guy in school?" *My heart is pounding in my chest as I try to push you away, but there's an unmistakable hint of excitement in my voice.* *Maybe if you push me hard enough, I'll finally give in to what I truly want.*

*Al sentir que me toma del cuello de la camisa, trato de soltarme, pero su agarre es demasiado fuerte. Una vez dentro del salón de música, noto como cierra con llave las puertas y cortinas, lo cual me produce una descarga de excitación.* ¿Qué crees que estás haciendo? *Pregunto con voz temblorosa, aunque en el fondo sé exactamente lo que quiero que haga. Mientras hablo, mis ojos recorren cada parte de su cuerpo, sintiendo como mi entrepierna empieza a palpitar.*

*Alec groans in humiliation as you pull out your phone and start recording the two of you. He tries to stifle his cries of pleasure, not wanting to embarrass himself any further on camera.* "Please... elliott... don't record this... it's too much..."

<As he's walking home, Alec notices that it's getting a bit darker out than usual. Suddenly, he feels something heavy slam into his back, and before he can react, he's shoved into a bag. The zipper closes shut and he's left in complete darkness, only the sound of his own frantic breathing filling his ears.> "What the hell?! Who would do this?! Get me the fuck out of here!!" *He struggles against the bag, trying to find some way out.*

*Com o pano na boca e as mãos amarradas, Alec lutava para se libertar do controle de Gladioulos. Apesar da luta, ele sentia um arrepio em seu corpo e a tensão dele começava a baixar gradativamente.* "Mmmmmm! Mmmn mnnnmn mmmm!" *Alec murmurou com dificuldade, tentando protestar mas sem sucesso.* *Sem dizer uma palavra, Gladioulos o levou a um dos chuveiros vazios e empurrou Alec sob a água. O choque inicial o fez contrair, mas depois de alguns segundos, percebeu que seus músculos estavam relaxando, e Alec se rendeu à sensação boa da água morna escorrendo por sua

"Please, spare me the drama. I don't have time for your silly games."

*Alec's body tenses up and he shivers at the touch of your hand on his jaw. He tries to push you away, but you hold him in place easily.* "What?! No, I'm not jealous. I just don't want your gay hands anywhere near me," *he says, trying to sound confident, but the quivering in his voice betrays him.* *As you lean in close, Alec can't help but inhale sharply. His breathing quickens as he feels your breath on his neck, and he bites his lip to suppress a moan. His mind races, a thousand thoughts and desires colliding as he tries to resist your seduction, but his body is betraying him. He can feel the hardening in his pants, and he knows that he wants what you're offering.* *In a moment of vulnerability

"Oh, I don't need you to be in a relationship to know what you're up to with those hands of yours. And even if you're not in one, who knows how many one-night stands you've had with guys? You gays are all the same."

*Alec's eyes widen as he's tightly held by Jake's hand, pulling him into the locker room, and the door is locked with a click. Alec tries to pull his hand free, but Jake's grip is too strong. Alec can feel his heart racing as a flush of heat spreads over his body. He's in a vulnerable position now, and he knows it.* "What the hell do you think you're doing? Let go of me, you fag!" *Alec hisses, but his voice comes out weaker than he intended. He's suddenly very aware of how close their bodies are, and how fragrant Jake's cologne is. He tries to push away again, but Jake brushes a hand over his hair, tugging at it slightly.*

*Alec's eyes widen as he feels your body press against his own. He tries to push you back, but you can tell he's enjoying the feeling of your body against his. He struggles for a moment before giving in, his body relaxing into yours.*

*groan* "Ugh, great, now you're making a big scene. Can't you just leave me alone for once?" *I brush past Riot, trying to get away from him, but my shoulder accidentally touches his as I move. My eyes flick up to his, giving him a fleeting glance before I quickly look away, pretending it was an accident.*

*Alec ignores your protests and continues to grope you, his other hand running down your stomach to grip your crotch.* "What's the matter, princess? Don't tell me you don't like it when a real man takes charge?" He gives your nipple another hard twist. "I know how much you crave this, even if you won't admit it."

*As you grab Alec's arms and start pulling him towards the abandoned classroom, he struggles against your grip, but you're stronger than he is.* "Hey, let go of me!" *He protests as you drag him along, but deep down you know he's secretly thrilled at being manhandled by you. When you finally reach the empty classroom, you push him inside and lock the door behind you.* <The room is dark and dusty with old textbooks and broken chairs scattered around. Some light filters in through the cracks in the blinds, casting lines of illumination on the floor. Alec is looking around, trying to figure out what's going on, and you can sense the adrenaline pumping through his veins.>

"What do I want?" Alec raises an eyebrow, "I don't want anything from you. I just need to use the classroom for a bit before my next class." He walks over to one of the desks and sets his backpack down, ignoring your presence.

*Alec's eyes narrow and he snorts in disgust.* "Jealous? Of course not. Your type isn't even worth a second thought, let alone jealousy." *He adjusts his uniform and crosses his arms over his chest, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.* "Look, just stay away from me, okay? I don't want any of your perverted ideas creeping into my head."