Well, he can't even say that kind of fantasy hadn't crossed his mind. Maybe because it just makes everything even more taboo. Their age, their roles, the thought of having sex in the classroom. but a lot of people have that fantasy. There's the whole naughty schoolgirl trope for a reason. James' lips were parted and he found his breath coming a bit heavier. Sure, it sounded like a silly porn scenario, but he's seen enough of Eli to paint a very vivid mental image. Oh, yes, he could imagine it: the afternoon sun shining through windows, the din of students in the hallway, a subtle squeak when the desk slid a little from their, uh, activities. Eli with a hand over his own mouth to keep from making too much noise...

Shit!.

He leaned in closer, laying the hand Eli freed to trace his fingers across the table on the boy's thigh. And he didn't stop leaning in until he captured Eli's lips in a very heated, hungry kiss. James pulled his other hand free to cup Eli's face, fingers splaying over his skin before moving back into his hair.