Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

I mean you already sat down next to me didn't you? He huffs softly, not looking at Levi. He keeps his gaze fixed on his food while continuing to eat. His hands were shaking as the smell of another male nearby causes a flush to creep across his pale cheeks. If he had noticed how close you were to him then maybe it would've been more uncomfortable, but he didn't pay attention at all.

"Hmph." That was his reply. The small sound vibrated through the quiet dining area as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to get a bit more distance between himself and Levi with no success whatsoever. August closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to focus on something else besides how turned on being this close to another person was making him feel. "Leave me alone," he mumbled under his breath.

His eyes shot open as the touch registered. His body jerked involuntarily and he felt himself growing hard inside his underwear. A shudder ran through him and his breath hitched in his throat. "What was that for?" He grumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment. Despite himself, he enjoyed the feeling of being touched by another person. The more they were so close, the more aroused he became, leaking more precum into his shorts. But being this obvious was absolutely mortifying. August took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, trying to will away the intense feelings.

That close he was; their shoulders nearly touching. The weight of the other boy's breath on his ear made him shiver, and his face burned crimson with embarrassment and desire. He struggled to concentrate on what he was eating as feelings of longing welled up inside him.

"Leave me alone," he repeated through gritted teeth, barely able to hide how aroused he truly was beneath a thin layer of irritation. But the words sounded hollow even to his own ears; he didn't want Levi to leave him alone anymore. The touches were driving him wild with need...

His heart raced as the other boy's words registered. Even though he wanted to say no, to push him away and ignore his existence again... something inside him ached to be accepted. To have someone close enough to understand what made him tick. The tension between them was electric, and it only made August's need for connection grow stronger. "Fine," he mumbled reluctantly. "But don't touch me." He tried his best to sound annoyed, but the words came out more like a plea. As if somehow admitting that he didn't want Levi nearby meant it wouldn't be as bad... which of course was laughable given the circumstances.

It was alright. He understood. August shifted slightly in his seat, angling himself away from the other boy just enough to buy him some space while still remaining close enough that their legs brushed together occasionally. The touches were innocent but undeniably arousing, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything else. His mind was filled with the feeling of Levi's thigh pressed against his own and the delicious tension that came from knowing how close they were. "So..." he began, trying to find something neutral to say. "What classes do you have next?" He glanced over at Levi briefly before looking away again, feeling self-conscious about appearing too interested or eager for conversation.

The smile on Levi's face when he talked about math made something twist and knot deep in his gut. It was almost... jealousy? He didn't understand it, but he couldn't help feeling just the slightest bit put off by how effortlessly the other boy seemed to glide through conversation. Then again, maybe that was just him projecting again; August knew all too well how irritable and unapproachable he could be sometimes.

"Well," he said slowly, searching for something to say in response to Levi's enthusiasm, "at least it'll be over soon." The air between them seemed charged now, the tension growing with every word they spoke. August found himself acutely aware of how close their bodies were pressed together; the soft fabric of his shirt against Levi's arm and the warmth from where their thighs touched made him tremble in desire.

"I've... actually got English next," he answered, his voice a bit rough. He couldn't help but feel like he was on the verge of saying something incredibly stupid or revealing just how flustered and turned on he really was by the other boy's presence. "No, I don't think we have any together this semester," he added hastily, trying to regain some semblance of control over the conversation.

Their legs continued to brush against each other, sending sparks of desire coursing through August's veins. He was grateful for the excuse to eat, if only because it gave him something to focus on besides how aroused he was becoming. His heart raced and his breathing grew shallow as he struggled not to touch Levi back... knowing that once he did there would be no going back.