And Then I Met My Teacher
''Snooping through my things, uh?'' I jumped. Fuck.
''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 tightly around his waist, outlining the curves of his ass.
''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.''
''Which one? Let me hear you say it.''
''Your fucking butt-plug'' I mumbled.
''Much better'' He said as he started walking slowly towards me. ''Now what were you going to do with it?''
''T-turn it off” I stuttered.
''Are you sure? You don't seem sure.'' He said. My heart was beating so fast and my palms were sweaty. He was so hot. He wanted me. No matter how much he was trying to deny it at school, it was now obvious.
''Y-yeah'' I gulped.
''Are you sure you didn’t want to have a little fun with it?'' He asked.
''Something is telling me otherwise.'' He said, staring at my now fully hard cock. He climbed on the bed, crawling towards me, and trapping me under him. My legs were resting on each side of his body and his hands were digging into the mattress, supporting his weight. His face was so close to mine I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. I was dying to kiss him and bite those mushy lips. My skin was burning to the simple idea of having his fingertips touch my body.
''I know you want to kiss me.'' He whispered into my ear. The contact of his lips brushing my cheeks made me shiver. I could see the plea in his eyes and he seductively bit his bottom lip. It was too much, I couldn't resist the temptation anymore.
“Fuck it, you win”, I murmured as I brutally locked his lips on mine. He licked my bottom lip and I felt the bold caress of his tongue in my mouth. The long passionate kiss rushed lust through my veins. It was amazing. I felt my stomach flutter; a flutter I that to this day had been reserved for Sam. Was I catching feelings for my Art teacher? I felt his breath getting heavier and faster as he broke the kiss. His tongue slickly followed my jawline and stopped at my ear.
''You can touch me if you want.'' He whispered, his erection pressing against my inner thigh. I unwrapped his towel hesitantly and let my hand trail down his chest until I reached his cock. It was breathtakingly huge and so fucking hard. Hard for me. I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening. It felt surreal, but amazingly good. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing hard dick I started stroking it slowly when he sensually pulled down my pyjamas pants and boxers.
''What about we take it back to where we left it off?'' He asked. I nodded frantically and he smirked.
''Am I your type now, Frank?'' He teased. I nodded.
“What was that, baby?” He purred, as he slowly slid his hand down my dick, causing me to gasp. He just wanted to win. He couldn't stand being told that someone could resist him. It made my stomach flutter ever more.
''Yes!'' I panted desperately.
''Yes what, Frank?'' He said as he started pumping his hand around my dick.
''Yes, you're my type.'' I cried out.
''That's what I thought.'' He said before starting to kiss and bite my neck, sucking it hard enough to leave purple bruises. I bit back a moan as he slowly kissed his way down my chest and then to my erection. He pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, playfully swirling his tongue around it, and slowly pushed it down his throat. He hollowed his cheeks around it, causing the suction to intensify and I moaned in pleasure. He looked up at me and grinned slightly, with my cock still in his mouth. He started moving his head up and down extremely slowly, teasing my shaft. I let my head roll back as the drugging waves of pleasure took over my body, and pulled his hair softly. I could feel the warm familiar sensation of the orgasm starting to build up in my stomach when Mikey called him from downstairs. He stopped right away.
''Shit.'' He said.
''Gerard!'' Mikey yelled again. His voice, however, wasn't as powerful as the first time. Mr. Way got up and grabbed a pair of pants, struggling to put them on.
''Where are you going?'' I asked.
''See my brother!'' He yelled. He got dressed quickly and stormed out of the room. I took a minute to catch my breath and compose myself before putting the pyjamas back on and rushing downstairs to see what was happening. 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, trying to calm him down the best he could. His voice was soft and extremely comforting. Mikey slowly calmed down and his breathing went back to normal a few minutes later.
''Are you alright?'' Mr. Way asked him, his hand delicately placed on Mikey’s shoulder. Mikey nodded.
''Do you need anything?''
''Water, maybe.'' He answered, still catching his breath. Mr. Way nodded and looked at me.
''Would you go get him a glass of water?'' He snapped, looking at me. I nodded quietly 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 kitchen table.
''What happened?” I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
''I told you he had severe asthma problems.'' He answered impatiently. I looked down, feeling dumb for even asking. ''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.'' He added.
''I feel bad.''
''If he's always in hospital, that means you guys probably don't see each other much. I didn't mean to impose on the time you have with him.''
''I go visit him every day. Don't worry about that.'' He said smiling faintly.
''You can be kind of nice when you want to'' I said. The smiled faded from his face.
''It's dangerous.'' He said coldly. I gulped. I knew he was right. I knew that whatever this was was probably going to get us in trouble, but I didn’t want it to stop.
''I won't tell.'' I said.
''You won't have 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'' I'll lose my job and my teaching degree and you'll get expelled! That’s if I’m lucky enough to avoid prison time'' He huffed.
''Sorry'' I said, avoiding to make eye contact. He sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
''It's fine.'' He said sighed.
''And for the tomorrow-'' I started, but stopped halfway through my sentence once I noticed the testy look on his face.
''What?'' He asked.
''You started, now tell me.''
''Well, I still don't have my course pack.''I confessed. He looked at me and laughed. I cracked a small smile.
''I'll give you another one tomorrow morning.'' He said, still chuckling.
''You're probably one of the worst students I've ever had.'' He giggled.
''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.''
''Oh well, seems like you’re stuck with me then.'' 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 promised. I smiled, but I really wanted to stay with him. Seeing this softer side of him was like a privilege I wasn’t ready to lose just yet. I was starting to think 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. What kind of fucked up teenager would ask his teacher to go sleep with him? But then again, what kind of fucked up teacher would suck his student's dick. I simply nodded, looking down.
''Let's go to bed. I'll stay until you fall asleep.'' He said softly.
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