for the fun of it

The President of the Student Council stood rigidly, his hand frozen over the door knob of the Student Council’s room. The door was open at a fraction so that only when someone who is really close to door can see into the room.

And the President could swear that not even one minute had passed after he left the room.

“I love you.”

The President felt a shiver run through his body. It wasn’t that he was being homophobic. It’s just that confessions aren’t something that he was used to yet. For example, he couldn’t get used to someone sneaking up behind him, giving him a bear hug from behind and whispering with a warm breath, “President, I caught you!”

Like right now.

He could feel his Secretary tip toeing, trying to see what is going inside the room. He spun around, slapped his hand over the Secretary’s eyes then almost immediately slapped his mouth to muffle his ‘WHOA’. The Secretary stood still quietly, his hands hanging by his sides limply.

The President listened closely. A moan escaped from the young man in the room. Obviously, they were too busy to care about what’s going on outside.

“Move,” he hissed.

The Secretary nodded his head and together, still in the same position, they moved stiffly away from the Student Council’s room to the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

“Keep it down, ok?” the President said before moving his hands away slowly from his Secretary.

He cleaned his hands casually against his pants. “Come on, it’s almost time for class,” he said quickly, adjusting his spectacles as he looked at his Secretary who was almost a head taller.

“What’s happening inside there?”

“Nothing much.”

The President looked down, observing how much cleaner his shoes were compared to his Secretary.

“Then why were you being so secretive?”

“I wasn’t.”

He checked his watch. The bell’s going to ring any time soon.

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I’m not.”

This year’s summer is really warm. So warm that he felt his face was burning for some - any! - reason. Yes, the President thought to himself, definitely the summer and not anything else.

“Tell me about it,” the Secretary began to whine loudly.

The bell rang loudly as though it was an air raid siren.

“IS IT SEX?”

The President’s eyes widened upon hearing it. No, the Secretary was not screaming at the top of the voice. It was just that the usually empty-head-of-that-Secretary had actually nailed it so the word ‘sex’ seemed to have echoed through the siren, out of the school building and into outer space. Martians probably would hear it if they left their observance satellite on during their bed time.

“What are you talking about?” he said defensively, then tapped a finger on his Secretary’s forehead lightly. “How did you get to that conclusion anyway?!”

“It must be sex. You blush every time you talk about sex.”

“Wh-wh-what? I’m not blushing! It’s the summer heat, idiot!”

Like a dog in its mating season, the Secretary sprinted down the corridor. The President - who knew where the Secretary was running to - gave chase frantically and panicked when he saw the Secretary reached out for the Student Council Room's door knob!

Immediately, he jumped onto the (empty-headed) man fiercely and a loud bang disturbed the silence as the Secretary’s (empty) head made an unforgettable impact onto the tough door. The unconscious man slid face-down along the smooth surface of the door and laid (still face-down) with his head just a few zero point units away from the door. The President sat over his Secretary, sweating profusely, catching his breath.

Thud!

The door opened outwards.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The door connected with the Secretary’s head a few more times before a curious head of his teacher - whom the President knew all too well - popped out from behind the door. Fuming, the Student Council’s President met his teacher's gaze with a glare that could send the Secretary yelping away in fright (if he was not unconscious) with his hand outstretched.

“From now on, I’m holding the keys.”

Afterword

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

His lover held up a maid's costume. Alax-sensei squealed in delight.

"WHO IN THE WORLD'S GONNA WEAR THAT?! And stop squealing you -!" Hans let out a cry of exasperation.

"Hans daaaaliiiiguuuuu..." Alax whined, his eyes as wide as a puppy's.

"I'M NOT YOUR DARLING!!!" Hans tried in vain to struggle from Alax-sensei's teasing embrace, "and Sensei - " he complained to his lover - "how in the world did you ever get to meet this creature!" His voice rose to a thrill as he tried very hard to push the whining doctor away.

"Ohohoh!" Alax squealed, "canshewearitcanshewearit?!"

Hans turned to where Alax-sensei was pointing excitedly to and groaned in exasperation. "Sensei," he said to his lover, "would anyone call a sex doll 'she'?"

"Alax-san would!" His lover answered, wiping his tears from his eyes from laughter.

"ALAX WATARI!!!!" Hans could take it no longer. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

There was furious clinking of metal as Hans - to his horror - watched helplessly as the excited male had helped himself to the sex doll which Hans and his lover bought just for the fun of it. "F*k the maid attire, she's PERFECT without anything on!"

"Alax..sensei.." Hans clamped his hand to his mouth as he watched the frenzied speed of the man grinding his member into the frontal hole of the sex doll. What made it worse was the excited fella had switched on its girlish sounds.

Hans left the room to the balcony, half-disgusted and feeling hard at the same time - because his reactions mirrored the doll's a lot when his lover did the same to him. Somehow he wondered how the sex doll came into their lives.

"Curiousity is dangerous, is it not?" he heard a familiar voice whispering into his ear as he felt warm hands sliding around his waist, "having bought the doll.."

"Cut it," he struggled within his lover's inviting embrace. He felt embarrassed having a third party in the apartment although they have their moments alone together. "Why do I get the feeling Alax-sensei would ask if he could have that doll.."

*****

A few days later in the university, Hans received many texted messages on his handphone from Alax-sensei to come to the sick room.

Hans almost fainted when he opened the door to the sick room.

He was right after all.