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Every day of secondary schooling is draining for Sejanus.
It’s not like in elementary where his classmates would taunt and tease him every day. No, they’ve grown too old for that, learned that Sejanus isn’t some fad that will go back to his district in a year. His classmates understand that his family holds power and that it’s not a good idea to get on the bad side of power. He knows that they still despise him and that they still say the things they would say about him back then, only this time behind his back. In some ways, it’s worse.
Every day he walks the halls and goes to classes with a constant weight on him. Every whisper, every side-eyed glance is always directed at him. Some teachers are no better and actually have the authority to talk down to him. The worst part is being alone throughout this. Sometimes Sejanus feels as though he is going crazy, that he is the only one who sees their stares and hears their whispers. There is no one there with him to confirm or deny that this is not normal, that this is so cruel.
He wouldn’t let it get to him, he’s promised himself that much. It still drains him and leaves him feeling like nothing but he still picks himself back up, still tries to act as though he is completely fine.
The reason leading him through is graduation and going to university. In university everything will be different, everything will be better. All Sejanus has to do is make it through the last few months of school and then everything will be fine.
He takes one day at a day, every day is as draining as the last. Today has been especially bad starting off with one of his teachers calling him out and having him stand before the class for some nonsensical error of his. Hushed giggles and excited whispers have been following him throughout the day. Still, he makes it through and pulls himself forward.
Only one more class, he tells himself as he walks down the hallway.
Two girls walking in front of him glance back and smile at each other as they try to suppress their laughs. Sejanus does his best to ignore them. They turn into the same class that he does when their smile suddenly drops into something Sejanus can’t recognize. They quickly dash away to their desks and he catches sight of the reason for their mood change.
Coriolanus is a favourite to many of the teacher and often takes the role of their assistant. As usual, Coryo is clearing the chalkboard of the last class’s lesson. Unlike usual, he is doing so in a skirt.
Students come in from behind Sejanus and he realizes he has been standing there staring at Coryo. He quickly makes his way to his seat.
“Alright settle down, let us continue yesterday’s lecture,” The teacher announces to the class and the students become silent.
He turns to Coriolanus and takes in his attire before saying with an almost confused tone, “Thank you, Mr. Snow.”
Sejanus feels better that his staring wasn’t completely wrong taking both the girls and the teacher’s reactions.
Coryo’s skirt isn’t out of place in the school. The school uniform code decrees that for formal events students must wear their school shirt, blazer, skirt and pants but for usual school days students may wear their school shirt and blazer with the option of a skirt and pants combo, only a skirt, or only pants.
The thing is: Coryo never wears just a skirt. Ever the overachiever, he always wears his uniform in full, pristine condition with both pants and a skirt. For some reason today, that changes it seems.
Sejanus watches him as he takes the seat in the front row beside him. He watches as Coryo crosses his ankles. Such good skirt manners that Sejanus wishes he didn’t have. Sejanus is not even paying attention to the lesson, all he can think about is Coryo in his skirt. It’s not scandalous or exposing by any means, the red skirt reaches to just below the knee and Coriolanus wears black tights completely covering his legs. And yet Sejanus’s mind races.
Coryo is one of the few people at the school who is actually nice to him and doesn’t act like his presence is as wanted as a garbage can. Sejanus wishes they were friends but he understands that with the whole student body whispering behind his back, Sejanus isn’t exactly the easiest person to be friends with. So he keeps on dreaming of university where things will be different, where they can be friends. Well, in most of his dreams, they are far more than friends.
Sejanus is far from immune to Coryo’s pretty eyes and lovely white curls.
One issue of students, mostly girls but some boys as well, who wear skirts on a daily basis face is having their skirts lifted up by unruly students. As much as it makes him feel like a horrible person, Sejanus wishes someone would lift up Coriolanus's skirt. A sick part of him wishes he could be the one to do it.
The bell ringing shakes Sejanus out of his trance and he quickly tries to keep up with the other students and rushes to collect his belongings.
“Plith, please see to the organization of room and Snow, have the transcript of the lesson finished by 5 o’clock.” The teacher instructs as he follows the crowd of students out the door.
“Yes, sir,” they reply in unison.
In a matter of minutes, only Sejanus and Coriolanus remain in the classroom. Sejanus starts rearranging the seats properly and picking up any trash as Coryo sits editing the transcript. The room is completely quiet and Sejanus starts to feel suffocated by it. He tries to think of something to say, something to make conversation.
“So you’re wearing a skirt today.” Sejanus is a fucking idiot.
Coryo lets out a frustrated sigh.
“Everyone keeps saying that, it’s completely within the dress code.”
“Of course, of course, maybe it’s cause you don’t wear them often? I mean you wear them all the time - the skirts that is - it's just you usually wear them with pants because that’s how you always wear the uniform, you always wear the uniform completely properly that’s why its so odd when you don’t. I mean it's not odd that you’re wearing it, it's completely normal and- and it's not that you’re not wearing it properly, it is proper, it's just not what you usually wear and that’s different and that’s why people keep mentioning it to you.”
Sejanus kicks himself in his mind. Coryo only looks at him.
“It just seems like so little to get stuck on,” he replies as he returns to editing the paper.
“Yeah, for sure” is all Sejanus can manage to say.
Quiet sets in the room again. Sejanus goes to the chalkboard to clear it just as Coryo had at the beginning of class.
“You know I find it funny how the students that wear skirts all the time roll them up so that they’re short and make their legs look hot but really hate it when the guys lift their skirts up. I mean it's all about consent of course I get it but I- never mind that’s stupid, those idiots are sick for harashing them like that.”
“You think I wore a skirt today so someone would lift it up?”
“What? no! I-” Sejanus turns to find Coryo with a small smile. “That’s not funny.”
“No, of course, I’d roll up my skirt if I wanted to ‘make my legs look hot’” Coryo continues to tease him.
Sejanus can’t help but smile and joins to take a seat beside him.
“Also if you wanted to ‘make your legs look hot’ you wouldn’t be wearing tights.” Sejanus huffs.
“I’m not wearing tights,” Coryo replies blankly.
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m not.”
Sejanus looks down at Coryo’s obviously tight-clad legs and gives him a look.
Emotionlessly Coryo grabs Sejanus by the wrist and places his hand on his knee. Then, slowly he pushes his hand up his thigh underneath his skirt. Sejanus becomes laser-focused on the feeling of Coryo’s thigh underneath his palm. He feels the threads of the fabric as his hand goes up, up up until- his hand meets cool skin halfway up his thigh.
“Socks,” Sejanus says dumbly.
His hand still on his thigh, Sejanus looks up to see Coryo staring at him, waiting.
Cautiously, Sejanus hikes up his skirt and takes a look at what’s underneath. Coryo’s black socks that end halfway up his thigh are held up by garters attached to small black skin-tight boxers. Through the boxers, Sejanus can make out the clear shape of his length. Sejanus mouth starts to water and he looks up at Coryo again to still find him watching and waiting.
He takes it as an invitation.
Sejanus slides down from his chair and settles himself on his knees between Coryo’s open legs, his previous skirt etiquette seemly set aside. His hands slip under the garters and hold Coryo’s thigh as he brings his mouth to the boxers. He licks once before beginning to suck on his dick through the layer of fabric. Coryo sighs and moves himself close. Sejanus can feel him hardening and adjusts his head to find the tip and sucks on it hard through the fabric. Coryo’s small gasps and sighs continue with the action.
When Sejanus figures he is fully hard, he slips his hands up to his hips to find the waistband of his boxer. He removes his head and pulls down the waistband to reveal Coryo’s throbbing cock.
Suddenly, Coryo pushes Sejanus away and he falls on his back, almost hitting his head on the desk. Sejanus looks up at him confused and kinda hurt to find Coryo has put his skirt down and is looking elsewhere. Laughs come from the hall and a group of students pass by the door where Coryo’s gaze is. The students pay them no attention.
“Go close the door,” Coryo orders.
Sejanus quickly stands and goes to shut the door. For security reasons, the door locks from the inside which Sejanus takes advantage of.
When he turns back to Coryo, he finds him with his skirt lifted back up, both him and his cock waiting. Sejanus returns eagerly and takes him up into his mouth. Coryo throws his head back with a moan that goes straight to Sejanus’s cock. He runs his tongue over the inside of his length and Coryo weaves his fingers through the dark curls of the back of his head. His grip tightens and holds Sejanus in place. Coryo thrusts into his mouth and catches Sejanus off guard, making him gag for a moment. He relaxes himself and lets Coryo fuck his throat.
He holds and fondles his thighs as he continues to slam into him. Coryo’s breath quickens and he can tell he is close. Sejanus's cock throbs underneath his pants with every breath. With one final thrust, Coryo holds Sejanus’s head still and spills down his throat. Sejanus takes his full load greedily, desperate to taste him. He sucks off what’s left as Coryo exits his mouth.
They both try to catch their breaths and Sejanus rests his head on Coryo’s thigh. Coryo catches his breath before Sejanus.
“The custodian will be in here soon, we should be leaving.”
Sejanus looks up at him and Coryo is already putting himself away, his cock still glistening with Sejanus’s spit.
“Right.” He says but before he can stand Coryo grabs him by the chin and looks him in the eye.
“You’re not to mention this to anyone.” Coryo’s eyes are fierce.
“Of course,” Sejanus responds and Coryo lets him go.
Not that anyone would believe him anyway.
Sejanus stands with some difficulty considering he was still hard. Coryo continues his final touches on the transcript so he ignores it and finishes tidying the class. When they exit the room, they go their separate ways.
Every so often following that day, Coryo wears only a skirt to school and every so often, Sejanus’s school day gets better.