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It happens in between each of their classes, every day of the week, without fail.
Even when their classes aren't exactly near each other-- Killua's could be on the third floor and Gon could be on the first-- they would meet up in between, in a previously decided stairwell on the second floor, and anyone could walk by and find Killua pinned to the wall with his fingers laced with Gon's on either side of his head.
No one would say a word-- unless it was one of their friends, of course, or maybe even a teacher they were close to.
They wouldn't stop for anyone.
Well, anyone except Mr. Morrow, probably. They didn't need him to have any more lewd thoughts about them.
Bisky would cover her mouth and giggle as she twirled by them and walked down the next flight of stairs. Leorio and Kurapika would be hand in hand, already hearing the sounds of lip smacking before they even saw the two boys making out. And then they would just laugh lightly and be on their way.
Palm had once stopped to glare at Killua-- this was when she had her really strange crush on Gon-- but after her feelings were reciprocated by a teacher she's been infatuated with for a while, Mr. Knov, she giggled at how much Gon and Killua loved each other.
Yes, it was quite obvious how much they loved each other, every time someone would see Gon pry Killua's mouth open with his tongue, when they would hear Killua's soft moans, and when someone stared too long at them, Gon would glance at them, and his eyes would flash with something that said "watch this". And then he would press his lips to Killua's harder, wedge his knee between Killua's legs, and pull his mouth away to suck hard on Killua's neck, marking him.
And Killua, Gon thought, was unaware of all the people who really saw Gon doing that. Or maybe he was aware-- and he was just too embarrassed at this point to open his eyes, as they were always closed tight from how euphoric he felt. He wouldn't be able to handle making eye contact with another innocent student, because Gon knew that as embarrassed as he would probably get, he would want to continue making out.
It was a Friday when they met up again, only looking at each other for a few seconds before Killua leaned forward and gave a few gentle pecks to Gon's slightly chapped lips. The older male hummed delightfully from how sweet his boyfriends kisses tasted. He could tell it was one of those days that Killua wanted to slow down their usual pace, and so he would grant that. He still laced their fingers together and gave a small nip on Killua's earlobe, though-- he can't keep his mouth off of any part of Killua for too long, or he would suffer from serious withdrawal.
Killua smiled teasingly at him after he pulled back.
"How do you survive forty five whole minutes without me?" He clicked his tongue, and the answer came easily to Gon.
"I dont. I actually die and come back to life right before the bell rings because I know I get to see you again," he said truthfully.
"Yeah?" His smile widened. "We only see each other to make out in between those classes, you know. The ones that we don't share."
"All of our teachers separated us in the ones we actually do share, though," Gon whined, feeling annoyed by how they could do that to two young boys madly in love. Have they no heart?
"Mm, that's true. I suggested revolting, but…"
"We've already faced detention twice this year, I know," Gon sighed. "And we need to keep our grades up so we can both go to the college your parents are making you go to."
"You know you still don't have to come with me," Killua said, his gaze gentle. "You can go wherever you want to go."
"And I want to go with you," he finalized with a certain squeeze to Killua's hand. That was enough to make Killua sigh and smile again, effectively getting Gon's heart to speed up.
He loved him so fucking much.
And he would be able to make out with him so much more when they went back to his house after school.
"The last bell is about to ring soon," Killua stated sadly. "We'll have to get going."
Gon was glad their next class was in the same room, so they could walk there hand in hand. A few more minutes of closeness.
"Then let's go, Killua," he leaned down to smooch his boyfriends smooth porcelain skin.
"Ah," he flushed, despite being more than used to by now with Gon's gentle shows of affection. He tightened his grip on Gon's hand and nodded, his face absolutely radiant and beaming. "Mm! Let's go."
So they went--
And Gon thought, not for the first time, that he would follow Killua anywhere. To class, to college, to an apartment they would inevitably share and turn into their home-- to any part of the world that his love wanted to go to.
He would happily go along, and he would pour all of his love and affection into Killua every chance he got.
In the flight of stairs below where Gon and Killua just stood, Hisoka Morrow licked his crusty ass lips and moaned.
"Oh, how they turn me on.~"