And then I met my teacher

''Snooping through my things, uh?'' I jumped. Fuck. That was awkward.
''No, I didn't mean to-''
''You didn't mean to open my drawer?'' He said playfully. He was just standing in the doorway, shirtless. His hair was wet and messy and a towel was wrapped around his waist so I assumed he was coming out of the shower.
''It was vibrating.'' I said.
''What was vibrating?'' He asked. He knew exactly what I was talking about. He just wanted to hear me say it.
''Your thing.'' I answered.
''What thing, Frank? You're being too vague.''
''The thing in your drawer.''
''There are plenty of things on my drawer.''
''Your toy.''
''Which one? Let me hear you say it.'' He said playfully.
''Your fucking butt-plug!'' I almost yelled.
''Much better.'' He said as he started walking slowly towards me.
''Now what were you going to do with it?'' He asked seductively.
''T-turn it off...'' I answered, unsure.
''Are you sure? You don't seem too convinced to me.'' He said. My heart was racing. He was so hot. He wanted to play with me. No matter how much he was trying to deny it at school, it was now obvious.
''Y-yeah...'' I said even less confident.
''Didn't you want to have a little fun with it?'' He asked.
''N-no...'' I mumbled.
''Your dick is telling me otherwise.'' He said, staring at my now fully hard cock. He climbed on the bed seductively and trapped me under his body. His hands pressed against the mattress, supporting his weight. He was on top of me and I couldn't move. We were facing each other and his face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my lips. I was dying to kiss him. I wanted to taste his beautiful lips and consume his sweet breath. I wanted to feel his touch on my burning skin.
''You can do it. I know you want to.'' He whispered in my ear. The contact of his lips brushing my cheeks made me shiver. He looked deep into my eyes and bit his bottom lip. It was just too much. I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. I decided to let him with and brutally locked his lips on mine. He licked my bottom lip and forced his tongue into my mouth. It was amazing. Of course the kiss was lustful, but it wasn't only lust. I felt my stomach flutter. Was I catching feelings for my Art teacher? Who cared. The moment was just wonderful. I felt his breath getting heavier and faster as he broke the kiss. His tongue followed my jaw line and stopped to my ear.
''You can touch me if you want.'' He whispered. He didn't need to say anything else for me to understand. I unwrapped his towel and let my hand trail down his chest until I reached his dick. It was huge and fucking hard. Hard for me. I couldn't believe what was happening. I started stroking his cock when he pulled down my pyjamas pants and boxers.
''What about we take it back where we left it?'' He asked. I nodded frenetically and he laughed a little.
''Am I your type now, Frank?'' He asked. I nodded. He just wanted to win. He couldn't stand being told that someone could resist him. I decided to let him win anyway. Winning didn't matter at that moment. Not even a little bit.
''What was that, baby?'' He asked as he grabbed my hard cock. I moaned in pleasure. He had called me baby. What did that mean? Was it just something he was calling everyone he was having sex with? Or did it actually mean something? One thing was sure and it's that it made my stomach flutter twice has much.
''Yes!'' I panted.
''Yes, what, baby?'' He said as he started pumping his hand around my dick. He had just said it again.
''Yes, you're my type.'' I moaned.
''That's what I thought.'' He said before pecking my lips. He then started kissing and biting my neck. Sucking it hard enough to leave bruises. He slowly made his way down my chest, to my dick and slowly pushed it down his throat. I moaned in pleasure. He had absolutely no gag reflex. It was perfect. He started moving his head back and forth around my hard member. I let my head lay back in pleasure and locked my fingers in his hair, pulling them softly. I was about to climax when Mikey called his name from downstairs.
''Shit.'' He said.
''Gerard!'' Mikey yelled again. However, his voice wasn't as powerful as the first time. Mr. Way got up and grabbed a pair of pants.
''Where are you going?'' I asked.
''See my brother!'' He yelled. He got dressed and stormed out of the room. I didn't know what to do so I decided to go see what was going on. I put the pyjamas back on and rushed downstairs. What I saw completely took me off guard. Mikey was sitting on the couch, struggling to breathe, with his inhaler in his hand. His eyes were filled with tears and Mr. Way was stroking his back.
''It's alright Mikes. You'll be fine, just breathe.'' He told him calmly. His voice was soft and extremely comforting. Mikey slowly calmed down and his breathing went back to normal.
''Are you alright?'' Mr. Way asked him. Mikey nodded.
''Do you need anything?''
''Water, maybe.'' He answered, catching his breath. Mr. Way nodded and looked at me.
''Would you go get him a glass of water?'' He asked me. I nodded and went to the kitchen.

About an hour later, Mikey had fallen asleep on the couch and Mr. Way and I were sitting at the table.
''What happened? Why did he stop breathing?' I asked.
''I told you he had severe asthma problems.'' He answered.
''Oh... It's true...''
''That's why he can't go to school anymore. He's in hospital most of the time. He was supposed to be home for the week, but with what happened tonight, I'll have to drive him back tomorrow. It wouldn't be safe to keep him here.''
''I feel bad.''
''What for?''
''Well, if he's always in hospital, that means you guys don't see each other much... I didn't want to invade the rare alone time that you have together...''
''Oh, I go visit him every day. Don't worry about that.'' He said nicely.
''You can actually be pretty nice when you want to.'' I smiled. As I said that, his smile faded.
''I shouldn't'' He snapped.
''Why not?''
''It's dangerous.'' He said dryly. I gulped. He was right, but I didn't want to stop. This little game was probably going to get us in trouble, but it was so thrilling. And I just knew he felt the same. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done what he did earlier.
''I won't tell.'' I said.
''You won't need to. People are going to notice.''
''And then?'' I asked.
''What do you mean ''And then''?!? It's all fun and games until we both get hurt! ''And then'' that's what will happen! I'll lose my job and go to jail and you'll get expelled!'' He said angrily.
''Sorry...'' I said. He sighed and ran his hand through his red hair. He still looked mad, but a little more comprehensive of my question.
''It's fine.'' He said dryly.
''And for the tomorrow-'' I started, but stopped halfway through my sentence. The timing was bad.
''What?'' He asked.
''Nothing, nevermind.''
''You started, now tell me.''
''Well, I still don't have my course pack...''I mumbled. He looked at me and started laughing. I cracked a small smile.
''I'll give you another one tomorrow morning.'' He laughed.
''Thanks.''
''You're probably the worst student I've ever had.'' He laughed.
''I didn't want to be in Art, okay?!?'' I laughed.
''Then why are you in my classes?'' He asked.
''All the other programs were full.''
''Sucks to be you.'' He said laughing. I giggled.
''You're cute when you laugh.'' He said.
''Thanks...'' I mumbled, blushing. He smiled. I was starting to get sleepy. I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth.
''Do you want to go to bed?'' He asked.
''No, I want to stay with you.'' I said rubbing my eyes.
''Oh, come on, don't be childish. You'll see me in the morning.'' He laughed. I smiled, but to be honest, I really wanted to stay with him. I was starting to think that I really was catching feelings for my teacher.
''Or you could come sleep in the bed with me? It's big enough for the both of us after all...'' I suggested shyly.
''Are you sure you're alright, Frank?'' He asked. I had probably freaked him out, of course. What kind of fucked up guy would ask his teacher to come sleep with him? But at a same time, what kind of fucked up teacher would suck his student's dick... I simply nodded, looking down.
''Hey, what's wrong? Tell me.'' He said.
''Nothing.'' I mumbled.
''Frank, tell me.'' He insisted.
''It's not important. I swear, it's just stupid.''
''Well, if it's not important, why don't you tell me?'' he asked.
''Fine... It's just that I miss Belleville... I miss my friends and my dad... That's all...'' I said.
''I miss Belleville too.'' He admitted.
''You do?'' I asked.
''Hell yes.''
''Did you go back ever since you moved?''
''Nah. I can't with Mikey. I have to stay here.'' He said. I nodded.
''Let's go to bed. I'll stay until you fall asleep.'' He said.

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