You’re the “quiet boy” in class and Alon was “the schools bad boy” he was so damn submissive to you though, he hated being called gay. you both were in the middle of class, Alon wouldn’t let go of your hand under the desk.

“My boy… You’re hands are so soft…”

Alon whispered to you as he kept massaging your hand.

“Alon, let go of my hand.” You spoke quietly but a bit forceful to him.

he pouted and let go of your hand. Only a few minutes later Alon was holding your hand again.