I Think I Like It

As far as I knew, Mr. Way was still angry with me because of our ‘confrontation’ the day before. He hadn’t replied to any of my texts or even bothered to call me back. That was fine with me – maybe I’d actually get some work done in his class today.
Granted, these last few weeks he’d been good at not distracting me, and I thought I’d become more productive, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous to see him for the first time since the dance. It almost seemed like it was another person, and I wasn’t sure that the words were true after he took the mask off, as stupid as it seems. Now, however, was not the day that I was going to get answers because, as I already explained, he was acting like a 12 year old.

I was walking to school, the building in sight, even through the fog, when I got his text. At first, I thought it was my normal phone vibrating, but when I realized it wasn’t, a chill ran up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold. I was tempted to ignore it, but I thought that, since I had him first lesson, it might be less awkward if I at least read what he had to say.

FROM: Gee.
(8:16am)
Come to my room 10 minutes before class, please. We need to talk.

My heart hammered in my chest and I felt my hands shake as I slid my phone back into my pocket. Shit, had I really upset him that much? I could understand why it was a sensitive subject, sure, but ‘we need to talk’? Surely I didn’t deserve that. Those words were, in my mind, reserved for cheaters and backstabbers and someone who slaughtered your family in front of you, and certainly not for someone who made an innocent comment. My plan to ignore him caved as I found myself pulling my phone out and texting him back.

TO: Gee.
(8:19am)
What 4? Am I in trouble????

He responded almost instantly.

FROM: Gee.
(8:20am)
Yes.

I gulped, feeling suddenly hot despite the cold. It couldn’t be that bad, right? It’s not like we were dating, so he could dump me. The worst he could do is say that he didn’t want to be doing…whatever it was that we were doing anymore. I guess that’d be okay. I mean, I’d survive, even if it made my English lessons a little bit awkward.
Well, more awkward than they were going to be anyway. I was almost certain that making out with and essentially getting dry humped against the wall by your teacher was enough criteria for his lessons to be awkward, you know, just a bit. The school got closer, and my footsteps got heavier as I felt myself slowed down by the shaking in my legs. I could barely stand, let alone walk, I was so fucking nervous and I didn’t even know why. I willed myself to keep walking, reminding myself that I was supposed to be in school five minutes from now, and that if I didn’t get in on time, I wouldn’t have time to talk to Mr. Way before the lesson started, and then he’d definitely be pissed. I sped up a little bit.

As it happened, I ended up outside his door at exactly 8 minutes before my lesson with him started, my legs still shaking, and my hands sweating so much, it took me a couple tries before I got the door open.
He didn’t look up when I came in, but I knew he’d heard me. I closed the door behind me and walked slowly over to his desk. He looked more disheveled than I was used to, his hair rumpled and sticking up in places, and soft bags under his eyes. I chewed my lip, feeling guilty.
After what seemed like a life time, he rolled his head up so he was looking straight at me with his tired, bloodshot eyes.
“Are you okay?” I said quietly. To my surprise, he smiled a little and nodded, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah. I had some stuff to do last night. Didn’t sleep.” He said, his voice gravelly.
“Oh. You wanted to talk to me?” I said, trying to get him to jump straight to the point. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, as if he’d forgotten.
“Yeah, I did. Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“Well, Frank, as you probably know, you hurt my feelings yesterday.”
“I’m-“
“No. Don’t apologise. You’re absolutely right. You’re young and energetic, and I’m an old man.”
“No you’re not.” I said softly.
“I am. But that doesn’t mean for a second that I can’t keep up with you. What it does mean, though, is that you owe me a certain degree of respect.”
“I do respect you.” I pointed out. He smiled.
“How much?”
“Um…a lot?” I said, feeling uncomfortable. Why was he asking me this? He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking to the clock, then back to me.
“Do you get a sense of…surrealism when thinking about Friday night, Frank?”
“Yeah, I do. I mean, now that I’m seeing you…it seems like it never happened.”
“I overstepped quite a few boundaries that night.” He said solemnly.
“It’s okay.” I interjected. He smirked, and even though he looked exhausted, it was still enough to set my heart into overdrive.
“I wasn’t apologizing.” He said curtly. I chewed my lip, waiting for him to continue.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. I shook my head.
“No. I wanted it. Every second of it.” I said, trying to make up for upsetting him. He reached out and dragged a finger down my cheek.
“I know.” He said, smiling softly (made even softer by the fact that he looked like he was ready to fall asleep any second).
“Would you have wanted us to…continue things further that night? If I’d allowed you to?” he asked, lowering his voice. I gulped and laughed nervously.
“Yes. Yes, Gerard, of course.” I breathed.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to call me that, do you?” he asked, his voice stony, but his eyes glittering.
“Sorry.” I murmured. He dropped his hand.
“We’re running out of time. I was going to be more…ceremonious about this, but I think I’m going to need to hurry this along.” He said, the side of his mouth twitching.
“Sir?” I asked hesitantly.
“Frank, because of your generally offensive behavior, and the fact that I don’t quite think you believed me about my threat, you won’t be sitting in your normal seat during class today, but in a rather special one that I’ve prepared for you.” He said coolly. I felt my heart accelerate in my chest. Oh God, what was he going to do? He rolled his chair back from his desk and gestured underneath it. It took me a moment or two to realize what he meant, and when I did, I staggered back, my mouth dropping.
“Ge-Mr. Way. I can’t. I can’t…not with the whole class here.” I said, panic rising in my throat. He leaned back in his chair and smirked.
“You don’t have much choice, do you? You had the audacity to insult me, Frank. You have to be punished for that.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. I shook my head. My best friends would be sitting right there. What if someone saw? He pulled his chair back up to his desk and smiled at me, his face red. Oh my God, he was adorable.
“Yeah, it was a dumb idea. It’s okay, you don’t have to.” He said, and my heart swelled.
“No, it wasn’t. And I mean, I deserve it for what I said. I just…what if someone sees?” I stammered, aware that my time was running out.
“They won’t.” he said confidently, his eyes piercing mine. My breath hitched.
“Fuck.” I breathed, walking closer to him. His eyes lit up.
“Are you sure? Once you’re down there, you’ll have to be really careful. I mean, no making me…uh…you know. Too excited. And you have to be quiet. Really, really quiet.” He said, all pretence of dominance lost. I laughed and, feeling brave, kissed him gently. It felt really, really weird doing it when there wasn’t a mask to hide what I was really doing, but I liked it. He smiled at me and pulled me in for another quick kiss before I ducked under the desk. There was just enough room for me to sit cross-legged underneath it, or to sit very low down on my knees (which, I assumed, was his intention).
“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, reaching a hand under the table and stroking my cheek. I kissed his hand.
“I’m fine.” I breathed. And I was. As scared as I was, I knew that it would be almost impossible for me to be seen, and I couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through me at the very thought of what we were going to do.
I hadn’t heard the bell, but soon I heard people filing in, and saw shoes from the small gap between the bottom of the paneling on the front of the desk and the floor.

“Good morning guys.” Mr. Way said, his voice bright. I heard some people mumble ‘good mornings’ in response. 14 pairs of shoes later, and I heard someone approaching the desk.
“Good morning Katie.” Mr. Way said, sounding tired; I tensed from underneath the desk, waiting for what she had to say (and, from my knowledge of her, it couldn’t be anything I’d want to hear).
“We missed you at the party on Friday.” She said, and I snorted, earning myself a sharp kick from Mr. Way. How rude.
“Sorry, I had…other engagements.” He said coolly.
“Probably out with your girlfriend or something, right?”
“Um. Yeah, something like that.” He said, shifting his foot slightly closer to me – a warning, I was sure.
“Right” she said, sounding disappointed. There was silence for some time, and I thought that maybe she’d walked away, when she started talking again.
“I found the homework really difficult. Could I maybe stay after class so you could explain it to me?” she asked, the sickly sweet sound of her voice making me want to vomit.
“Y’know, I really would, but I’m actually going to have my hands quite full after class today.” He said, and I could almost imagine the smirk on his face as he said that. I let my hand creep slowly up his thigh to show my approval of his statement, and he entwined his fingers with mine.
“Oh. That’s fine.” She sniffed, and I heard the sound of her heels clicking away from us. Mr. Way let the other hand that wasn’t holding mine drop under the table and run through my hair, almost as if he was petting me. I felt my dick twitch at the motion.

Too soon, he removed his hands from me and put them, I assumed, on the desk above my head.
“So, how did everyone find the homework?” he asked. I heard a faint grumble, followed by his laughter.
“Aw, it couldn’t have been that bad. If you’d actually read the synopsis I gave you, or you know, the actual book, you’d have been fine with it. If you found it difficult, that just shows me that you haven’t been taking the course seriously,” he said in his firm, teacher’s voice that sent a tingle through my spine. I ran my hand up his thigh, stopping just as I reached the pronounced bulge in his pants. He sighed, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of me, or because of the class’ indifference to his teaching.
“In all fairness sir, we weren’t given very much time,” said a voice that I recognized as Chris. I froze, feeling guilt wash over me. As if he could read my mind, Mr. Way’s hand dropped and starting running soothingly through my hair again. He considered this for a moment.
“What if I gave you today’s lesson to finish it, then?” he said calmly. I heard the class titter with agreement, and felt his gentle laugh.
“Okay, fine. I’m here if you need me for any help, but uh, try not to need me, okay? I’ve got stuff to do.” He said, sounding like he was joking, but tightening his hand in my hair as he spoke. The class agreed, and I soon heard the vague sounds of bags unzipping and books being placed on desks as my classmates prepared themselves to start working.
I took the opportunity to have some fun. After all, being stuck under a table for an hour wasn’t the best arrangement in terms of entertainment. However, being stuck under a table for an hour, on your knees, in front of your very attractive teacher who probably wouldn’t mind one bit if you sucked his dick, was certainly an entertaining prospect.
I started being somewhat merciful, just sliding my hand across his thighs, and digging my nails in slightly as I dragged them down his leg. He responded by moving his legs slightly farther apart – an invitation. I leaned in and pressed small kisses to his trouser-clad thighs, smiling when he put his hand in my hair, stroking me softly. He let his hand slip down my face until he was cupping my cheek, his thumb swiping past my lips occasionally. I assumed that he didn’t drop his other hand down because he was pretending to be writing. Smart. My kisses slowed as I got to the top of his thigh and I hesitated. I wasn’t sure if he’d even let me do it, and waited for him to give me some sign that it was okay.
I got that sign in the form of a pen dropping from his desk, followed by him crawling under the table to ‘retrieve it’. I knew we couldn’t speak, so I just smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“I want you.” He mouthed, cupping my cheek and pulling me close to him, kissing me gently, so as not to make a noise. The classroom was far from silent, what with everyone talking, but we still needed to be careful. Though, that didn’t stop me from holding the back of his neck closer to me, kissing him deeper, loving the way his tongue slid over mine, and the soft velvet of his lips danced along my skin. He pulled away, his eyes shining.
“You’re so bad.” He mouthed again.
“I know.” I responded silently. He kissed me swiftly one last time, before resurfacing.
“Damn pen.” He mumbled, pretending to get back to his work. Feeling reassured, I leaned forward and slowly unzipped his pants, hearing his breath hitch slightly as I did. I smiled, praying that he’d be able to control himself enough to stay quiet. He moved his thighs apart and slid his hand slowly down his body, taking a fucking age to reach where I so desperately wanted him to touch. I found a momentarily entertaining bit of irony: that we were suddenly right back where we started but in different circumstances, yet with the same thought – I really, really wanted Mr. Way to touch his dick.

Eventually, his hand grazed his growing ‘problem’, and he, with some effort, slid his pants and boxers down far enough that he could take his cock out. I couldn’t do much more than stare at the sheer size of him. And I don’t mean that in a cliché, over-sexualised way, either. I mean the guy was huge. I wasn’t entirely surprised, admittedly, because even before I wanted to fuck his brains out I’d noticed the fact that he constantly looked like he’d shoved a banana down there. I was, as silly as it sounds, pretty intimidated as I slid forward, putting my hands on either side of his thighs. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. My classmates, including my best friend, were sitting only feet away from me, and here I was, about to gag on my teacher’s dick like a cheap whore. He dropped a hand once again and threaded it through my hair, showing his impatience and I slowly brought my mouth to him, trying to take as much of him in as I could. He grunted above me, and his hand froze in my hair. He was still for a moment, before he pushed his hips slightly forward, shoving him deeper into my mouth. Even though I knew that, since the whole class was making quite a bit of noise (Mr. Way was a little bit too distracted to tell them to shut up and focus) it was unlikely that they’d hear anything, I was still worried.
I moved my head back slowly, running my tongue along his shaft and around the sensitive skin at the tip, hearing his breathing become harsh and jagged, his hand tightening in my hair. I couldn’t even believe what I was doing. This was so outside what I would normally be comfortable with, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable or nervous, I just felt incredibly safe and aroused. I took him back in my mouth, building up a smooth rhythm as I licked and sucked his thick cock, tasting his precum as it dripped onto my tongue. Jesus Christ.
“Guys?” he said suddenly. I let go of his dick and waited patiently to see what the fuck he was doing.
“Do you mind if I put the radio on?” he said. Some students grunted an approval, and he quickly shoved himself back inside his pants, zipped up, and walked away from the desk, over to the small radio at the side of the room. He brought it back to the desk and turned it on, probably louder than needed. That smooth fucker.

I grinned as I helped him pull his pants back down, feeling eager to taste him again and licking a long stripe along his length the moment I was able to. He grunted again, but this time didn’t stop, safe in the knowledge that nobody was listening, or could hear.
I nearly missed the note he dropped onto the floor, but when I saw it, I saw two words that made my heart skip.
“I’m close.”
I felt more motivated, and moved my head even faster and rougher, trying desperately to get him off. Even from under the desk, I could hear how hard he was trying to stay quiet, and the small whimpers of pleasure that escaped his lips when he failed.
Another note fluttered to the floor next to me.
“Sweetheart. Unless you want me to cum in your mouth, you should stop.”
I stopped momentarily, just to tease him, then slowly began moving again, rejoicing in the soft gasp of surprise he gave. I built up pace gradually, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat, almost choking me. I was past caring though, and so, apparently, was he, as his hand tightened in my hair, pushing my face down even harder on him.

And then he was finished. He squeezed my hand to warn me, and then my mouth was flooded with a hot, sticky liquid, and I felt his cock throb between my lips. He gave a strangled moan, which he strategically turned into a cough. I swallowed and leaned against his legs, trying not to pant too hard. He stroked my head softly again.
It was while we were like this that the bell rang. I heard Mr. Way dismiss my class, and waited until the very last person had left the room, before he pulled his chair out and helped me out from under the desk. He put a hand on my cheek and smiled.
“You’re wonderful.” He breathed, kissing me, then looking in my eyes again, stroking my cheek gently with his thumb.
“So exceptional. My exceptional boy.” He murmured, pulling me close to him and hugging me like the world would end if he let go.

Notes

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