Dalton Hand Series (pt. 2) - Justin.
Thanks to Phlox for editing! Read the originals here, and send me a prompt here or here! Characters belong to CP Coulter.
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Sydney Willis was a tease.
Justin had heard the rumors, but it wasn’t until Prom night that he experienced it first hand. To be honest, even the most stubborn man would have trouble turning down Sydney’s request to meet her in the male bathrooms as she pressed up against his side and murmured in his ear, and the way she swayed her hips in her figure hugging dress made it hard not to watch as she walked away.
And it had to be said, it had been a while for Justin.
As soon as he entered the bathroom, a feminine hand grabbed him by the front of his shirt. He was pulled into a cubicle, and his lips met Sydney’s in a heated kiss. The door slammed and locked behind him, and he found himself being pressed against the thin wall, his tongue battling for dominance against the girl’s. The Brit’s hands ran along the American’s sides, pulling her flush against him as her hand made little work of the buttons on his shirt.
Their hips rolled against each other’s, both wanting more friction, the tension that had always been between them begging to be resolved. Sydney’s hands found themselves tangled in locks of brown hair, tugging roughly as Justin nipped at her lips, afterwards soothing the bites with his tongue. He growled softly into the kiss as she pressed against him again, knowing very well she could feel how hard he was already. He could sense her smirk against his lips.
Justin tilted his head back and Sydney’s kisses moved from his mouth to his jaw, his neck, and then down his chest. He glanced down at her, a soft moan escaping his lips as the girl in front of him pulled up the hem of her dress, allowing her to squat down in front of him. Her slim fingers unbuttoned his trousers quickly before slowly pulling down his zipper and pressing her palm against him just slightly.
“You seem pretty eager, Bancroft.”
“Shut up, Willis, you’re not exactly making this easy for me.”
Sydney smirked and tugged down his trousers, humming softly to herself as they landed by his ankles. She pressed her hand against him again, palming him gently as her other hand ran up along his stomach and chest before coming back down again. Justin tangled his hand in her hair, his fingers curling tightly. His hips jerked and his cock twitched at her touch, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted her.
“Please, Sydney…Touch me already…Properly.” Her giggle sounded through the bathroom. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Justin’s boxers and pulled them down, eliciting a soft whimper from him as the Brit’s aching length was released. Sydney wrapped her hand around him and Justin tilted his head back again as she leaned closer. He felt her warm breath against the tip of his cock. So close. He closed his eyes, waiting for the touch of her mouth.
It never came.
“You know…This is the male bathroom. I shouldn’t be in here.” And with that, Sydney stood, fixed her dress and kissed his cheek lightly. She practically skipped out of the bathroom, throwing a smirk over her shoulder at the Hanover. Justin’s just blinked after her, unable to register what just happened. He stood there, harder and in more want than he ever was before, and Sydney had just left him hanging. He couldn’t go back out there, not this erect. He clenched his jaw before sighing slightly, slowly wrapping his hand around himself.
It wasn’t the same. He wanted Sydney’s touch. He needed Sydney’s touch. But his own would have to do for now. He made a soft noise as he began to stroke himself, slow and steady. He drew in a shaky breath, twisting his wrist as he ran his hand along himself. He closed his eyes, imagining that it was in fact her hand working on him. He relaxed against the wall, finally finding a rhythm that worked for him and his fantasy. He knew he wouldn’t last long; he just wanted to get out of this situation.
“Justin, are you okay? Syd said that you needed some help- OHMYGODWHATAREYOUDOING?!”
Justin snapped his eyes open and froze. He knew that voice. It was Willis. The wrong Willis. Sydney had left the cubicle door open.
“Spencer, what the hell, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? This is a public bathroom what the hell are you doing? My sister just came out of here- oh my god, what were you doing with my sister?!” Spencer’s voice was climbing higher than usual. Justin tried to explain, but just as he opened his mouth-
“Spencer, did you find him? Is he- Oh okay, he’s touching himself.” Danny quickly spun around, not exactly wanting to watch his friend in this circumstance. He looked at the ground before swearing as the door opened again. “Merril, what are you doing in here, you’re not-“
“Sydney said Justin was in here alone, he’s meant to give a- oh. OH.”
It was Spencer’s time to swear as he took Merril’s hand, leading her away from Justin and his little problem. “Close your eyes or something…Justin, we are so going to talk about this.”
“And pull up your pants or something…I hope this isn’t a prefect thing, because I’m…I’m not doing that…”
Justin sighed as he heard his friends leave, quickly pulling up his trousers and buttoning his shirt. He ran a hand through his hair, gathering himself before running to catch up with his friends…If he could still call them that.
