Pairing: Brian and Justin
Rating: NC 17
LESSON IN LOVE - CHAPTER ONE
A snort of laughter, followed by some very loud shushing, alerted Professor Brian Kinney to the fact that not every student in his class had been paying rapt attention to him. Pausing the day's lesson mid-sentence, he peered sternly towards the noise with narrow eyes. How he hated to be interrupted when giving a lecture!
“Is something funny going on, Mr. Taylor?” he coolly asked.
“Um... No, Sir,” came the short reply.
Brian sighed heavily. “Then why are you laughing?” he asked a second question, slightly irritated by the lack of a proper answer to his first one.
“I don't know, Sir,” was offered as an explanation, accompanied by a casual shrug of Justin's shoulders.
“Well, if you won't tell me here, maybe you'd like to tell me in my office after class.” Brian had no time to carry on with the questioning, not to mention that it had begun to massively bore him.
Sitting up a little taller, Justin's face grew unmistakably smug. “Yes, Professor Kinney... Sir.”
Brian nodded his head and gave a little cough. Pushing his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose, he resumed the lesson. He stayed on the lecture hall stage when it was over, watching the students file out of the back doors into the corridor. Justin Taylor, he observed, lagged behind, casting glances now and again to the front where he stood.
And then, with a final glimpse and a lick of his lips, the young man was gone.
Swallowing hard, Brian gathered his notes and left the stage.
Waiting outside of Brian's office, Justin was noticeably fidgety as he searched up and down the corridor, hoping to catch sight of him sauntering along. His prayers soon answered, he hid his hard-on behind his battered backpack and drooled quietly. This wasn't exactly how he wanted to be with him, but since it was the only current option he was determined to make sure it was worth it for both of them.
Justin found himself holding his breath when Brian was stopped mid-stride by a pretty coed, who asked him something about a file in her hand. "Fuck off, Bitch," he muttered under his breath, aiming a cold stare at her. "He's mine." Seething inside, he watched Brian smile at her as he answered her question. He wanted to rip the stupid girl's head off for keeping him from his office - and him.
Brian continued on his way with a shake of his head after she exhaled a little giggle, blushed, and practically skipped away in the opposite direction. Within a few paces, he stood face-to-face with Justin.
“Professor Kinney,” Justin replied, only hoping he sounded composed.
Unlocking his office door, Brian stepped back. “After you.”
With an eager nod, Justin quickly entered. Brian followed, shutting and locking the door once more. Why, he didn't know. It just seemed to be the right thing to do under the circumstances. Setting his backpack to one side, Justin turned to him, a slow smile creeping across his face.
Brian laid his keys and notes down on a filing cabinet near the door, and then he took off his glasses. “Care to tell me what was going on in there, Taylor?” he asked, placing his specs on top of his notes. Resting backward against the door, he folded his arms across his chest, eyes squarely on Justin.
“Well, um, it was like this...” Justin started to explain, coyly walking towards him.
Brian rolled his lips into his mouth. Relaxing his arms down by his sides, he had a feeling that something was going to happen with this beautiful young man.
“I told Daphne that I wanted you to fuck me, Sir, which, for some reason, made her laugh out loud. I tried to keep her quiet, yet she laughed all the more. Then, I couldn't help but laugh, too.” Stopping toe-to-toe with his professor, Justin raised his hands to play with the lapels on his black jacket.
Brian breathed in the scent of his brash student. The smell of sun and sin invaded his senses, his cock filling to its full capacity. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Taylor?” he asked in his best 'I couldn't give a shit' tone.
“I've seen the way you look at me. And my ass, Sir. My mouth, too. I bet you've even thought about how your cock would feel inside it, just as I've wondered how it would taste in there.” Justin's hands worked their way down to Brian's belt buckle, undoing it and his trouser fastenings.
“I see. And how would it feel if my cock was in that mouth of yours?” Brian licked his lips, his cock anxious to be touched.
“Like heaven,” was the quick, matter-of-fact reply.
“And if it was buried deeply into your ass?” The place where it's aching to be right now, Brian thought with a quiet groan.
“Out of this world, Professor Kinney.” Justin's voice was low and sassy, his eyes locked with Brian's.
“Really? Well, I'll be the judge of that, Taylor. Not you,” Brian croaked, grabbing Justin by the shoulders and smashing their bodies and mouths together. He felt his student react immediately, wrapping his arms around his waist and opening his mouth to the tongue that was pushing its way inside.
The kiss turned into a frenzied clash of lips, teeth, and tongues, neither of them seeming to taste enough of the other. Hands gripping wildly at clothes, they pushed and pulled, struggling to find the skin lying hidden underneath. Both panting with exertion, Brian nipped at Justin's neck.
“Time for you to show my cock heaven, Taylor,” he breathed hotly into Justin's ear, pushing him down onto his knees.
Justin couldn't remove the barriers fast enough to get at Brian's throbbing thick nine inches. Looking up at him through lust-heavy eyes, he spoke with a hint of a whisper.
"It'll be my pleasure... Sir."