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Love wasn’t a sentiment Will had known before meeting Mr. Wheeler. He’s had crushes in the past, but nothing as powerful as what he was feeling for his teacher.

Love might’ve been a strong word. Some might say he couldn’t possibly know what it was, and that he couldn’t genuinely feel it because he was too young. They would also say it couldn’t possibly be directed at someone he didn’t truly know. They would say it was obsession, fascination, admiration, anything else but not love. But for Will’s young mind, filled with fairy tales and mostly hormones, he was pretty sure he was in love with Mr. Wheeler. He knew what his heart wanted better than anyone else after all. 

Professor Wheeler was handsome. A kind of handsome Will had rarely seen. He didn’t know what he was doing as a highschool teacher instead of being a model, because he definitely could’ve been one. He was so gorgeous it could make it hard, at times, for Will to concentrate. While he was in class, it was hard to focus on something else than his beauty before him.

Sometimes, he would just stare at his face, his ears blocking the words he would pronounce to focus on him solely. His words didn’t sound like anything, he could only hear his voice. His snug voice, low. The type of voice that he wanted to hear before falling asleep. Or hear while waking up. Or hear singing to him, while his long fingers would stroke his hair gently. In those moments he could only hear Mike but none of what he was saying. His eyes would stay fixated on his mouth, moving. His pink mouth, lips perfectly defined as if they were sculpted with the sharpest precision in marble, and painted with the most beautiful shade of pink in the world. His cheekbones were high and sharp, his chin long, his jaw defined. Will thought he would be nice to draw. And so he did, quite a lot. He would draw small doodles of him in class, or when coming back home. But his pencil and own skills weren’t enough to portray an angel sent from God himself. He could never recreate perfection, but he could try.
There were two things Will distinguished about his face. The first thing being how beautiful he was, obviously. Long nose elegantly round around the tip, sharp smooth jaw, sensuous lips that wouldn’t twist in an amused way very often. Mr. Wheeler had a couple of expressions that Will managed to identify, who seemed to serve him well in almost every situation. There was an acquiescing but faintly impatient smile, a tight-lipped glare, a steady gaze that appeared neutral, and as a variant of this expression, a slight disdainful crook of an eyebrow. For a teacher, this range of facial expression was plenty. He did not approve of wasted time, he didn’t like foolishness, and he could make that clear with just a look at the class. His gaze — cold from the inside out, a glacial black that wasn’t warm, who, most of the time, his smile did not touch. 

There were exceptions, where at times he would smile genuinely. Will knew how to differentiate his true smiles from the fake ones, because he was paying attention. He loved him, it was that simple. He loved to observe him and he loved to hear him talk. He loved his inflections, his phrases, the way he would clear his throat. Which was why he knew Mike appreciated him, at least a little bit. With the way his smile would glimmer, with only just a flicker of amusement, Will knew he got through the most glacial part of him. And this freezing black gaze could sometimes melt. When it did, Will felt like he was drowning in it. The slightest look was enough to make him submerged underwater. Instead of a cold, obsidian, stern gaze, they would become clear shiny dark brown, stars in them, resembling the night sky. But even when they were like a black hole, and that Will felt like his blood was freezing in his veins when he would look at him, his mellow voice could also make him warm. 

His hair were also dark. A raven color, so dark it almost had reflections of blue in its underdone. They were slightly messy but in a sexy way, like it was calculated but trying to look unintentional. His curls were wild, and it only made him look even hotter, in Will’s biased opinion. It was hardly his fault he looked so perfect. Will could imagine him in the morning, after taking a shower, water dripping down his shoulder and taking care of his curly strands in front of the mirror. How he would fix them so they would look perfectly messy. And it worked. He was perfect.

So perfect Will couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had to control his boner while in class, try to think about something else once he was home. But he couldn’t stop dreaming of a lanky man with smooth pale skin. He dreamed of him, jerking off to memories of his face and projections of his body, always impatient to go to school to see him. He found himself needing to see Mike every day. 

Just to get a glimpse of him, he would make detour in the hallways to pass by his class when he didn’t have one in the day. Weekends were awful since he couldn’t see him, but he tried distractions to occupy his mind and keep him out of it. Still, he would daydream of him, of every single detail he could recall and tried to memorize. He wanted to be able to picture him perfectly in his mind by memory. 

He would think of his pale skin. So very pale, like Mike feared the sun. It would make his veins apparent at times, standing out with the blue emerging from the seemingly translucent skin. But he was still gorgeous. It gave him a unique look, Will loved it.

He was also tall, thin, like a model. His shape was perfect, and he was taller than Will by a whole head. His limbs were long, slender, almost sensual with the way he moved, but Will could see he wasn’t spindly either. Sometimes, he would lift his sleeves up, and it would drive Will crazy just to see his arms exposed that way. He could see his muscles flexing under his shirt when he was crossing his arms. It looked as if his shirt would accentuate and hug every muscle of his chest and biceps with its tightness.

And at times, he wished he could just see his bare skin, no clothing to hide the view. Just see him, plain and simple, in his purest form, unclothed. 

His clothes were beautiful, too. He was stylish for a teacher, he wouldn’t wear the classical look. No boring polo and beige pants, he would actually make an effort to make his buttoned-up look good, with accessories, a vest above. He looked very classy and everything fitted him. He had the perfect body to wear anything, long and thin with some muscles molded on the tissue. It drove him crazy.

He really was gorgeous. It shouldn’t be legal to let a man this attractive work in a facility full of hormonal teenagers.

He knew he wasn’t the only one who got mesmerized by him, girls would giggle and blush, whispering some gossip about him and how hot he was. He couldn’t help but silently agree. Though he also felt a weird pinch of jealousy.

He wasn’t jealous of them, per se. Just at their ability to voice out these kind of things. Will couldn’t really speak about his adoration for his male teacher. He wasn’t sure this would be well received. 

Mike just had this captivating aura that would draw eyes to him, he was charming, seductive in the way he would do — anything really.

Will could hardly detach his eyes from him, not while in class with him, not while walking in the hallway and trying to catch sight of him somewhere, even in his imagination, back at home, when he would close his eyes and imagine him. It had been like this since the beginning of school year. 

It was kind of infuriating, how much Mike would be in his mind, how stupidly gorgeous he could be, because then it made Will think about stuff. Having fantasies. Wish that Mike couldn’t be just a simple teacher but instead be something else. Something more. How he’d like for him to be his husband, he would do anything.

And he didn’t want to feel all that and let Mike be — entirely indifferent to him. He knew the chances of Mr. Wheeler becoming his husband one day was of one percent, and again it was a very generous percentage. He didn’t know if he was married already -though he didn’t have any rings on that finger in particular-, he didn’t know if Mike liked men, and again, he wasn’t even a man, he was a boy. It was forbidden, illegal. But he wanted Mike to understand that he wasn’t just a boy.

He wasn’t a kid. He could take his decisions, he could be hot, too.

He wasn’t just a student. Not any other student. He wanted to mark his mind, at the very least, because Mike was too present in his head for him to not be in his at all. 

Even if Mr. Wheeler didn’t want him, he would still think of him, maybe. The smallest flicker of hope that Mike maybe, while coming back home could have a little thought for him was enough to make him burst in joy. When Mike would smile, one of his rare genuine ones seemingly reserved for him, he felt caught in ecstasy and would replay the moment over and over. 

And so he did all kind of stuff to try and get his attention, to make himself a special student, one he would remember.

He was obviously attending class, sitting in front as per usual. Mike had finished giving his lessons and let them work in silence for a bit, to take a little advance on the work. They had an exam the next day, and so after explaining some of the rules and how the exams would be made (MCQ, three small development questions and one long development question), he gave them the rest of the time period to study a bit. Only, Will had no intentions of doing that. 

He looked at Mike intently, admiring his face while everyone else was busy in their books and he himself not minding the students. Professor Wheeler had the habit of furrowing his eyebrows, creating a small crease in the middle, when he was concentrated. His usual grey pen he always had was placed between his lips. Will used to chew at his pen, the plastic ones with a cap -not the one with erasers- but he eventually stopped. Mike however, kept this habit, not chewing, just placing it between his lips. Will didn’t know why, but it was hot, to him at least. Seeing Mike tapping his lower lip with a swift movements of a pen, before taking it out to note something on his sheets — it was all so sensuous through him. Everything about him seemed hot, it was that simple. 

He kept staring, searching for his eyes, and suddenly they locked.

He felt his heart jump. He thought for a moment about looking away, but he did try to get his attention so it would’ve been dumb to avoid him now. Instead he smiled shyly, and Mr. Wheeler gave it back. A small, polite one, but no disdain in his eyes. This was enough of a victory for Will to blush.

How he wished he could be the pen now. He felt like melting in a puddle. 

This wasn’t the first time they exchanged these kind of looks, Will would play this little game often, but it didn’t always have its effect. There were other things he would do to try and get his attention, like dropping his pen, or a book, or anything under his hand just so he could try and get a small hand contact with him if he was near enough to pick up the object on the floor. If he was too far, he would just bend enough to show his body.

Now he wouldn’t call himself attractive or anything of sorts, but he had his attributes. His ass was a one of them, for once, a good one at that. He was also told he had a friendly smile, that he looked soft and cute, that it made people want to cuddle him. He didn’t want Mike to cuddle him necessarily, he wanted him more to — fuck him, maybe.

But he was also find with cuddles. As long as kisses were involved. He would do anything to kiss those lips. To feel Mike on him, his hands, his warmth — he would really do anything. Like coming to his desk after class to say, basically, nothing. Just waiting for everyone to exit the room to talk about the first thing that would come to his mind. Silly stupid stuff like “Hi professor! The weather’s good right? Is everything okay in your life? I’m already done with the homework! I lost my eraser” anything. And thinking back about it, it wouldn’t help his case at trying to make himself look like he was mature, and not just a stupid kid. But he was, a stupid kid, and all he wanted was to seduce him, any way he could possibly have. So just seeing him, making those small talks to say nothing were a first step to insert himself in his mind. He wondered if Mike was waiting for him to come to his desk after every class. Or maybe he was tired of him doing that. Either way he wouldn’t say it. 

At first he seemed distant, closed, cold. His eyes were a void, it seemed. His look stern, mouth closed. It was when Will used to simply call him “Mister Wheeler” or “Professor Wheeler”.

But now he felt a little more comfortable, so he would sometimes go with “Sir”, sometimes “Professor Michael”, and in his own mind, never in front of him, just straight up “Mike”.

He had finally felt like he broke through Mike when after a hundredth time at coming to his desk for a silly two word conversation, he saw the shadow of a smile on his face. It was slight but he saw it. Amusement . Real amusement. 

He saw it through a flicker in his eyes, a twitch of his lips, and right there it light up a spark of hope. It was the first time, probably ever, that he saw Mike’s smile touch his eyes. It was when he finally managed to dissociate his fake smiles from real ones. This might’ve been when he fell in love, too.

He couldn’t help but beam seeing Mr. Wheeler like that, it looked as though he got to him for a moment. 

Then there were other moments, when he started participating in those conversations instead of simply answering passively. This little progress made him impossibly happy, and he doubled his efforts. He sometimes would let one or two buttons of his shirt undid, or unzipped his coat and slowly take it off while looking at him straight in the eyes, as if he was truly stripping. It was more to send a message, like, "I’m yours. I could take off many more layers if we were alone”

He didn’t know if it worked because Mike would look away when he would do that, but he didn’t know if his avoidance was caused by uneasiness or shyness. 

A bit like now. When Mike broke eye contact to focus on his work, which made Will come back to the present. 

He finished his study, and after a few minutes the bell indicating the end of the day rang. Everyone rushed to pack their things and storm out, but Will as usual took his time. He pretended to be busy, just doodling while half the class was already walking away. Then one pencil at a time, then an eraser, he slowly put them back into his case, before zipping it slowly.

There were still four or five students left so he pretended to stretch. Bending his back, twisting his arms, then he got up, doing the same number for his legs, glancing around to see everyone leaving.

The entire time, Mike looked at him, a sly smile on his lips. Will gave it back, controlling it because if he wasn’t he would have the most embarrassing and widest smile he ever did, so he bit it down and looked down. He grabbed his books and pencil case and approached the desk, the class empty, apart from them. 

“Hi Mr. Wheeler” He said while giving him a dreamy smile.

“Hello Mr. Byers”

He had to find something to say, anything. It almost seemed as if Mike was anticipating those visits, it was even more nerve breaking to know that.

“Um.. how many MCQ did you say there would be? Was it 20 or 30?”

“20 only” he answered naturally, his eyes insistent on him.

This was even more nerve breaking. His other teacher wouldn’t really mind him. When he would ask questions, they would glance at him and focus on whatever was more interesting on their desk while answering. But Mike kept his eyes straight on him, and his intent gaze chased the air from his lungs away.

“O-oh! Good. And uh.. do we mark them with an X or a crochet or we just darken the circle?..”

“You can go with whatever method you prefer, William”

There were times like these, where he would say his first name with probably the warmest voice he would ever hear in his entire life. He never thought his name was particularly pretty, but through his mouth it sounded like the most melodious word ever pronounced. He wanted to hear him say it again. It might’ve become his favorite name, after Mike.

He felt close in those moments. When Mike would welcome him to his desk, talk to him, answer with patience and say his actual name. It was moments that he would cherish, a lot, especially alone at home.

And he suddenly got a crazy idea while glancing at Mike’s desk.

“How long will the exam take, you think?..” he asked, pretending as if he didn’t just get the craziest idea popping into his mind.

“I’m leaving you one hour and a half, but it won’t take all that time. I know you’re a good student, so for someone fast as you, it would be an hour or so” he replied calmly.
He knew him. He knew his pacing. He implied he was smart, he said he was a good student, fast to get the task done. 

“Okay!” He said happily, feeling butterflies roaming around in his stomach. It was sort of a compliment, right? He would take it as such.

“Do you have any more questions, about the exam?” Mike said, with something implicite behind his question, but Will didn’t quite grasp it. 

About the exam? Did that mean Mike expected him to keep talking about something else?

“No I think that was all! Thank you”

He stayed there, looking at him, and Mike did the same. 

The silence between them stretched. None of them moved.

“Don’t be nervous about it” Professor Wheeler suddenly said and Will visibly shivered at the thought of Mike seeing him so tense just by being in his mere presence. 

“You always had good grades, this won’t be an exception”

Ah, he was talking about the exam, of course.

“Thank you, I’ll do my best and study hard!” 

“I know you will”

Will felt like a ditch ripped the floor open and took him with it. Gravity just forcing him down. No strength on his legs. No air left to inhale. 

Something as simple as that, four words. Four words that became his absolute favorite words.

I know you will.

Mike was counting on him. He trusted him. He knew .
He would succeed in this exam. Get a perfect score because Mike believed in him. It was encouraging. It was nice. It was a compliment. Mike complimented him.

He felt himself blushing. And once again, like he would do very often, he purposely let his pencil case drop to the floor. He became quite good at acting surprised. But this time instead of bending to pick it up by himself (it would’ve been useless since he was facing Mike, so he wouldn’t even get a view at his ass which he wanted to show), he let Mike do it for him. Bending, grabbing it. In the meantime Will subtly snatched something of his. When Mike handed him back his pencil case he giggled awkwardly “Thank you!” He said.

“Be careful with that, it’s not the first time it’s slipping from you” he said as a warning, but his tone was sharp, and he technically gave him an order.
Be careful . It was commending, firm, and all Will wanted to do was kneel and obey to whatever he would tell him to do. He promised himself he would always be careful from now on, though he completely did it on purpose. How he wanted to let Mike order him anything. With a warm voice, with a stern one, it didn’t matter which way. 

Instead, he kept his composure, trying to think of something to say other than show himself to be entirely too submissive and making things weird.

“It always happens when you’re near” he added with a chuckle. Why did he say that. This might’ve been even worst.

“Does it” Mike wondered with a mellow tone, lifting up one eyebrow, not so much asking a question, just waiting for Will to confirm. He was so hot. God this voice—

Will simply nodded, feeling his cheeks heating up even more. His mind was too blank at the sight of Mike to come up with an excuse. “Yup.. it never happens with other teachers.. it’s always in your class that it just.. fall” he explained, trying to keep himself together.

Mike grinned, subtly lopsided, and it made Will’s stomach twist and flip and shrink at once. 

“Is it that I make you nervous? Your hands get sweaty and slippery?” He was teasing him. And Will just wanted to nod. He wanted to give him his hands so Mike could touch them and see how nervous he made him.

“Maybe you’re just unlucky, or I’m—”

Mr. Wheeler never finished his sentence. But for once, he looked away. He broke the ardent gaze that had been burning Will with its intensity ever since he approached his desk. 

Maybe you’re unlucky or I’m— 

Lucky ?

Was he going to say lucky? Did that mean he managed to get his attention? Did that mean he was actually looking at him when he would bend, his back turned to him to pick it up?

He couldn’t get his hopes up. He couldn’t. But he would absolutely use that to fuel his scenario. Just thinking about Mike stealing a glance while he was bending, checking him out — nope, he wouldn’t think about that now, not here, in front of him.

He gave him a small, controlled smile and finally “Well, bye then Mr. Wheeler! See you tomorrow!” He said cheerfully, and with a calm and composed smile Mike answered a low “See you tomorrow, Mr. Byers”

Will had to restrain the urge to giggle and jump out of the room. It felt so hard to just walk when he was ready to burst with energy, and when his legs felt like jello. He could crumble at any moment.
He still forced himself to walk, without looking back, straight ahead, while pressing tightly on his fist the grey pen he had stolen.

*

When he came back home he crashed down on his bed, feeling giddy, with always those butterflies in his stomach that would tickle his soul. Mike, Mike smiled at him. 

He quickly retrieved his sketchbook, he had to try and doodle him. 

He tossed his books aside, scattered around his music records he left the night before. He told himself he would clean everything up that weekend, he didn’t like to leave his room messy. 

He laid on his stomach, trapping the stolen pen between his lips, smiling at the thought of an indirect kiss.

He flipped through pages and pages of professor Wheeler’s doodles, until he found a blank one. Once he did, he took the pen that was in his mouth and started to trace some lines. He thought about Mike’s words.

“Either you’re unlucky or I’m..” he noted on his sheet “I’m lucky” in a bubble, as if Mike said that. He exaggerated the subtle smile Mike would give to instead paint a more flirty expression onto his face. Who cared if it wasn’t what happened — it was only just a drawing for his fantasies. He drew, line after line, from memory retracing exactly how Mike looked, without even a need for a reference or picture. Everything was well engraved in his heart and mind.

Once he was done with this sketch, he flipped a new page to draw another one. A naked portrait of Mike. An art depicting them both in the act. 

He had no idea what his naked body looked like, but he imagined. He tried to picture what his arms would be like without a shirt to cover them. He tried to picture his dick, and he blocked.

He assumed it would be proportional to him, long, but not really thick. Anything could work. But truth was, he had no idea.

He blushed trying to draw a man’s genitals. He never actually tried before, he felt so silly. He stopped for a bit, putting the pen back into his mouth. Then he chewed a little, careful not to leave any obvious bite marks on it. He considered. Picturing Mike’s dick in his head, imagining Mike standing naked before him, imagining Mike grabbing him and smashing their lips together—

He would still be alone for a bit. Jonathan and his mom were both working at that time. Now was the time, or never.

He got up quickly, running to the kitchen. 

A slight sensation of shame didn’t stop him from searching for saran wrap, cutting a bit of it and enrolling the pen inside. He made a quick stop to the bathroom, searching in a hurry the vaseline. He had to improvise, without condoms and lube, all he had were those cheap alternatives. He figured it would work still.

He ran back to his room, closing the door and locking it, before flopping on his bed lazily. The springs squeaked but he didn’t care. He still checked around before doing anything else, as if anyone could see. His curtains were drawn, no cameras, obviously, he was completely alone with his fantasies.

He appreciated his alone space, no one in the house, just him. 

He fiddled with the button of his pants, trying to undo it with one hand. He closed his eyes and pictured Mike in the meantime. How he would walk slowly in class while giving his lessons, producing near silent steps. How he would meet his eyes when Will just wouldn’t stop staring at him. How his eyebrows would knit together when he was focused, nibbling the pen in his mouth. The pen. Will stole it. And now it was wrapped in saran wrap and he could — he really could—

He pushed his pants down, wiggling to try and get them off, this time using both hands. He fought them off for a bit, which was an hard task because they were really tight. Way too tight, but it was worth it because it really put his ass on display, enhancing it even. 

He kicked them on the floor, pushing his underwear with it. With a nervous breath he placed himself on his knees. It wasn’t the first time he would do something like that, but just the thought of taking his teacher’s pen to do it caused a stir of guilt and shame inside of him. But nothing could beat his arousal. 

He nibbled on his lower lip, taking the wrapped pen and put some vaseline. It looked gross. He even wondered if this was a good idea, but screw it. He tried much more audacious dildos before -like an hairbrush he had to throw in the trash and lie to his mom about why it suddenly disappeared, or simply vegetables that mysteriously vanished-. The pen was small, it wouldn’t hurt. There wasn’t even a cap that could bother him, it was the kind of pen he had to twist to get the tip out, smooth on every side.

He thought of Mike's concentrated face when he was reading his notes, or when he was marking the grades. His beautiful mouth sometimes curling up to a smile when Will would give him one. How polite he was, all the time, so classy and wonderful . He whimpered as he found his hole, his finger covered in cold vaseline. He pushed in, easily, the opening making itself on its own. Then he palmed at his dick, throbbing with the light brush. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth, and fully wrapped his dick in his fist. Eyes still shut, he thought of Mike's hands. How they looked big while grabbing the paper sheets. How they were denied of a ring. How they would be so, so soft against his skin when Will had the opportunity to touch them. How thin it was, long fingers, slender, with blunt nails very carefully looked after. 

He was unlike any other teacher Will ever had. Most of them were elder men or women of plain features, looking like dinosaurs. Either with no hair or gray ones that started to recede. A pale, almost gray skin that made them look as if they were dead already. Eyes watery and covered by glasses, making them appear older than they really were. They would wear boring dusty uniforms that smelled stuffy. Talk with boring voices that could put him to sleep. Calloused hands, with wrinkles, dirt under their nails. 

In short, nothing like Mike. Mike who looked so clean, smelled so good, who was just so gorgeous . With a powerful voice that grabbed anyone’s attention. A way of speaking eloquent, making everyone be attentive to his words. And the way he would gesticulate, his hands—

Mike’s hands would probably fit so well around him. Mike would fit so well inside of him. He could imagine his long fingers making their way inside, pushing in, massaging his sweet spot, how much Will would moan under his touch. He imagined and pushed his own finger further, slowly pumping, his other hand working on his throbbing dick. He whimpered with his mouth closed.

God. Mike. Mike’s precise words. His soft voice he would never, ever raise under any circumstances. He could get cold, sharp, stern, when students would talk while he was trying to teach. But it was never a necessity to raise his voice. He had enough authority with his look alone. He remembered the way he would pronounce his name. How sometimes he would say “Mr. Byers” and other times “William” with his low, seductive voice. William might just become the thing he loved hearing the most, as long as it was Mike saying it. His voice would curl over his name the same way Will’s fingers would curl around his cock, this time stroking himself. Then he shifted from his finger to the pen, generously coated with thick vaseline, this would be hell to clean up but screw it. He thought of how Mike would feel on him. Or under him, if Will were to sit on his lap, what his expressions would be like then. Maybe he wasn’t bold enough. Maybe he should make Mike understand more clearly what he wanted. He was determined to see his features twisted up in an expression of pleasure. Maybe once they were done talking, he could straight up pretend to fall on his thighs. Or maybe he could sit on his desk, spreading his legs so Mike could place himself between. He should be bolder. 

He slammed his eyes close and pictured him, his smile and eyes. Remembering how much taller he was than him, how Will could nuzzle in his chest. He could picture his gorgeous face. His lanky figure, gentle eyebrows and the curve of them, his gorgeous nose, full mouth, sharp cheeks, angled jaw — his neck and Adam apple. He wanted to suck on it, bite on it. For Mike to mark him. He could feel his presence, he imagined his soft hand pumping his dick at his place. His arousal spiked, excessive. His blood pumped in his veins, his lungs sucked in air faster, his muscles twitched and he moaned out loud.

He was so hard at this point, his mind still scattered all around the place, the images sometimes flickering vividly through his mind and other times looking hazy behind his closed eyes. His grip hardened, and he pushed the pen inside of his hole. He doubted a simple small pen could ever possibly make him come, or even just reach his prostate, but it was less about the stimulation and more about knowing he had Mike’s pen shoved down his hole. The pen he put in his mouth, the one he always had, that he stole to do filthy things while thinking even more obscene stuff about him. 

He kept a firm grip on it, because he knew things could get lost in there. He pumped a little, taking it deeper, but it didn’t really feel like anything, it wasn’t stimulating him, but just his tight muscle clenching around it and the pressure he had around his dick was sufficient. The mental image stirred something deep at the pit of his stomach, he kept stroking himself, his eyebrows drawing themselves together, his teeth digging harder in his lips. He stroked on himself, going with a rhythm he knew he liked, still sloppy because he had to keep the pen in place. It was a little uncoordinated, his position not favourable in the slightest, but he didn’t want to waste too much time with it. He knew what to do to give himself pleasure, there was no reason in his mind to make it last longer and tease. He would always come harder when there was something on his butt, it would turn him on by thousands, especially giving all the circumstances. He huffed out, before releasing a broken moan, this time louder. He rubbed himself against his palm, quickly, stroking himself hard and not restraining any noise anymore. His mouth opened wide, sighing out pleasurable gasps. He switched position, going from staying on his knees to collapsing on his chest and jutting his hips in the air. His back arched, face compressed down the mattress as his hand worked on the length.

Mike’s hands would probably feel even better against him. They were bigger, longer, probably smoother and more agile as well. How would he do it? Would he be firm in his gesture? Simply teasing him? Maybe he’d rub over him and not finish him off, for all the times Will teased him as well, showing him his ass without giving him the opportunity to touch. He moaned out loud again, imagining himself bending and Mike putting his hands on his waist, grinding up against him. Maybe it would be a way for Mike to get back at him, teasing him for all the times he blatantly wind him up without following through.

He curved his spine all the more, butt high up in the air, pelvis moving to fuck his own fist while he pumped the pen in his ass, thinking about the way Mike would look at him at times. 

All he wanted was for him to devour him. To sit on his lap so he could jerk him off, just so he could feel that blissful moment through him, through his touch, where he could finally lay his hands where he so desperately wanted them. 

He whimpered, fingers pressing harder on his shaft as he kept stroking always faster, forcing himself to be quick.
He would love to bend on his knees for him, willingly, taking him in his mouth. Or simply just sitting on him, while they would rub against each other, feeling Mike’s hard on through his own pants, his underwear, having Mike touch him. Grinding down his leg, feeling his muscles underneath, having Mike feeling him and looking at him, imagining his teacher’s palm over him, going for his thigh, skimming through his skin, fondling his ass. 

He jerked up, rocking himself and moving faster, more desperately, having the bed springs squeaking and his own body rocking, his moans ripping through the air. His hand became wet with precum, his stroking slicker, more pleasurable. His knees fell wider apart. He couldn’t help but think about his knees parting wide for Mike to come inside of him, that made his hole clamp down on the pen. He whimpered of both pain and need. It built up, his voice going crescendo, higher in intensity. He whined a long noise, prolonging the vowel, almost shouting with rapture when he came, his back arching, pressing himself further down the bed, his toes curling to the sheets while his hips quivered high up in the air. He stayed suspended for a moment, overtaken by pleasure, and some words escaped his lips, small crackly moans punctuated with “yes” and “Mike”.

He fell back, flopping flatly on the mattress, the springs squeaking all the more, content. He smiled, sighing with relief, comfortable and on top of the world. He pulled the pen out of himself, and caught his breath. He panted for a bit, the time to let himself even it back. 

Maybe he should study now. He wouldn’t want to disappoint Mike. And who knew, maybe if he were to do good, Mike would compliment him or give him a reward.

The thought made him titter cheerfully, and he got back on his feet, retiring the saran wrap to throw it all away, before cleaning the pen thoroughly. 

*

Mike noticed the way his students would look at him, he wasn’t unaware of his charms. He knew he was a handsome man, and despite his students trying to get his attention, he never let that distract him from his job. He was a very good teacher, far from being conceited, he was just told so. His students had good grades, he was making sure everyone could understand his lessons, making very easy revision sheets so they could get ready for the exams. If a student was in need, he would offer his help, if they started getting agitated, he had enough authority to make them focus back on what was important. He had always been that way. Stern, strict, rigorous in his work.

However, he started to feel himself breaking down, little by little. He tried to keep his composure, he was good at it. Keeping his head straight, face close. He never got involved with any students, no matter how much they would insist. He was there for one thing only: teaching. Not getting close to them. But there was this one kid, cracking up his facade. William Byers and his not so subtle attempt at flirting. 

It seemed so obscene, so foolish. Some students had tried those silly tricks on him before, obviously. The small talk, hair twirl, bending to pick something they dropped on purpose and trying to make it look like an accident. It all seemed so childish, but through Will somehow it had its effect.
He used to think it was dumb impertinent, and it shouldn’t be working, it never did before. But it was. His own body was reacting every time Will was near. When he would catch him looking at him with rare intensity, making him forget the rest of his sentence and what he was going to say. Or when it would destabilize him so much he couldn’t focus on his reading and had to stop.

He hated that this would work. He felt stupid, falling for a kids game that way. He hated himself a little more every time Will would bend to pick up his book he had dropped for the hundredth time, and that he would steal a look at his round ass molded in his pants. This was ridiculous. And yet — his dick would twitch with interest. His mind kept telling him that William was just like any other student, a child, easily impressionable, who wanted to show himself for a teacher he deemed attractive. But he couldn’t help but anticipate their small conversation. He was looking forward to seeing him in class, in front, shamelessly staring and almost undressing him with his gaze. Before doing a whole act, pretending to stretch and taking his time for all the other students to exit so he could be the only one remaining just to talk, and say nothing. Nothing interesting, but Mike still looked forward to it. They had scarcely exchanged a few sentences before Mike got caught onto this act. He tried to push it away, but William got the best of him. He ended up breaking down and gave up restraining. Conversations became more friendly, it was an exchange and not just Will monologuing. 

It was hard not to break down. Something about Will’s face had initially fascinated him. His pallid skin and gauntness he liked, though it made him seem even younger than what he truly was. 

Truth was, with a lack of a partner, and a very simple and routine lifestyle, Mike longed for the touch of another human. Dating was not in his habit, though he knew he could. He didn’t lack charisma, nor candidates interested in him. But with his busy life and perfectly organized schedules, he simply couldn’t make time for these sorts of things, and he wasn’t all that good with these date stuff. It didn’t bother him that much, though at times, he did wish he could wake up next to a place in bed warmed up by the presence of a lover. 

He did not want to make Will his lover, it would be messed up. He was a grade 9 teacher, Will was far too young. 

Mike had written, traveled, fucked, lived. He knew things, not only facts, but truths of existence as well, that a simple teenager couldn’t possibly know. And he would teach those facts, talk about them for hours. Next to him, Will was only just a kid. He often felt wordless and ignorant in his presence. However, Mike knew he could draw this intelligence from him. He was a good student, he was smart. He could teach him so much more. And Mike found himself liking this innocence, knowing he could be his mentor of life. Will was a blank slate and he could give him any knowledge he wanted to, as well as worshiping his tender young body. 

He should feel guilty and amoral about yearning to touch his smooth light brown hair, which looked infinitely soft. He should feel guilty about liking the color of his eyes, the way they would twinkle with excitement and enthusiasm. He should feel guilty about thinking of these cute sensual lips and his adorable smile letting appear bunny teeth. He should feel guilty about fantasizing about Will’s lithe and slim body, yet hiding surprising assets. So different from his own willowy build. But he couldn’t. Because Will was so very adorable it was hardly his fault he felt drawn to him. It was nature, it was what he wanted, it was anything but his own fault. He wasn’t at fault for admiring his soft face and nice smile, nor for enjoying his company, simply because he had this good energy.
The idea still seemed so forbidden, but in a way that would make him shiver with thrill, in a way that would insert in his mind before he could tamp it down. And he knew, unmistakably well, that Will wanted this too.

He didn’t even seem vulgar in his approach, just determined. It looked less like an attempt at courting and more — some invitation Mike couldn’t see himself decline. 

If it had been anyone else, he would’ve laughed at the spectacle, thinking a kid shouldn’t be doing such things. Kindly rejecting the advances and telling them to find someone of their own age. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that with William, because it worked. No matter how much he hated that it did, there was nothing he could do. This boy was successfully seducing him. 

Even on an occasion like this one, during an exam. The room falling entirely silent as Mike was distributing the sheets. Will was still gazing at him, with the same dreamy expression he always had. An unnerving level of knowledge and sharp intelligence glowed behind those innocent eyes. Eyes that seemed as though they were looking right through him. All the way down to the ache in his stomach from pure greed. Almost as if Will could see his desire for him through the white of his eyes. See the suppressed fears that haunt him in the reflection of his pupils. Mike would catch himself freezing in his presence, at least until Will’s childish laughter soothed his foolish superstitions of pseudo mind reading. He was just a kid. A kid with expressive eyes, a beautiful smile and a laugh he wanted to hear at all times.

Mike purposely gave Will his sheet in his hand, locking his eyes to him while he let his fingers brush over the boy’s who grabbed the sheet. 

It was a split second but he saw Will swallow, redirecting his attention elsewhere, and he let go.

He passed the sheet to the student beside, simply dropping it on the desk without contact.

When he came back to his own desk, he noticed his pen that had vanished the day before. He took it, and looked over at Will, who was already looking. His eyes flicked to the pen, then back to Mike, and he gave him a small, uncertain smile.

Cheeky boy. 

*

Will did well for the first part of the exam. He was always good with multiple choice questions, it was the easiest part. 

Something must’ve happened. He didn’t know what, exactly, but something. Because Mike kept looking at him. Pen in his mouth. Watching him like he knew . He probably did notice his pen was gone, but did he really know it was him? And why was he putting it in his mouth almost provocatively?

Usually it seemed natural, just a force of habit. But now he was staring, too intently, it was distracting. Deep down Mike’s retina, he looked desirable . His hungry look could’ve confused anyone Mike wasn’t looking at a teenager at this moment, but a real attractive person. He felt himself be an object of want though his gaze, and it threw him off.

Will tried to focus, really hard on his sheet but it seemed impossible when Mike was still burning him with his look.

He was dumbfounded, without a clue about what to do. So he bit the inside of his cheeks, flustered, and tried to ignore him. He could feel beads of sweat damping his hair, his hand clammy, weakly holding his pen. 

C’mon. Just focus. Finish the exam . He told himself, forcing his eyes to the question, reading it absentmindedly. It didn’t work. No words could come through.

His eyes lifted on their own, only to cross directly Mike’s, who was still looking. What was he doing? What was happening? 

He gave him a small timid smile, his mouth dry. He needed water. He needed a break. And Mike smiled back, a slow, dark smile, some smirk that made his heart jump and a jolt of electricity crossed through his spine. What was he playing at? Why was he being so friendly? It was unsettling.

He looked back at the question. He read the first word, the second one, then the whole sentence. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t comprehend anything. His heart beat so fast, but it still couldn't catch up with his brain. His brain had stopped working altogether. It couldn’t even achieve the simple function of reading. He stiffened on his chair, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he calculated every split second he was losing trying to just understand a word.

Yet Mike was still looking at him, he was still nibbling on his pen. The pen he had masturbated with. The pen he stole just to put in his butt and feel something. And now Mike had it back and—

No.

This couldn’t be happening. 

Not right now, not in class.

This was a nightmare. A real life nightmare. 

His pants tightened around him, he crossed his legs. Fuck he thought, closing his eyes, inhaling shakily. He would just wait for it to pass, he just had to focus on his exam and finish it.

He glanced at the clock, only thirty minutes left. But he could do it, he was a fast thinker, he studied well, he knew what he had to do. If only he could read this stupid question. And most of all, do not look at Mike, he promised himself. 

He closed his eyes, took three shallow breath and solicited every drop of will and determination he had to finally read the question. And yet even without looking at Mike, he could still feel his gaze sticking to his skin, and the uncomfortable hard on that was still tormenting him. 

He uncrossed his legs, tried to change position.
His right leg hammered the floor stressfully. He told himself he had to stop biting his nails so he instead chewed the inside of his lips which had a weird taste of metallic blood, he had been biting too hard. He raked a nervous hand on his face, wiping away the traces of his stress wetting his face. He was sweating like a whore in church. 

And he made the mistake to once again look over at professor Wheeler. For once he wasn’t staring, but he lifted his head up as soon as he saw Will’s movement, and this time he lifted a curious brow, a small smirk on his lips.

He couldn’t do this. 

Will got up, trying to hide his erection. He wasn’t particularly big but a bulge could still be obvious if someone were to look in that direction, but if he pretended everything was alright, it could go unnoticed. He approached, slowly, to professor’s Wheeler desk. For once he didn’t start the conversation. Mike, with a soft whisper, to not bother the other students, asked  “What is it Mr. Byers?”

Will hesitated, Mike knew for sure something was wrong. He couldn’t stop staring at him, obviously he would know he wasn’t focused. 

“Uh.. can I go to the bathroom, please?” He simply asked shyly, his voice almost cracking at the last word. 

It required everything for Mike to not look down. Will’s face was distracting enough, and so he focused on that, smiling a gentle reassuring smile.

“Of course”

Will was already ready to run off, trying to get away from the intensity of his eyes. He turned, in a hurry to go hide his shame in the bathroom. But as he was turning away to end the conversation, Mike halted him.

“Wait”

Will stopped, turning heels back to him.

“Do you need a pen to go?” He said with a near-whisper.

To make his statement understood, he made his eyes dance to Will’s crotch, staying there for a millisecond before flicking his eyes back to his.

Will was just staring, frozen, dumbfounded. Mouth slightly open, unable to talk or swallow or even blink. His eyes open like he just got caught. 

He was teasing him. His teacher was downright playing with him. He knew.

Will couldn’t control the rate in which the blood rushed to his face. If he wasn’t already red from the hotness he felt and the embarrassment, now he definitely was. He felt the blush burning underneath his skin, and he tried very hard to answer something. Anything. But he simply froze in place from the force of Mike’s gaze. The only thing that moved was his dick in his pants, needing relief.

He managed to swallow down, though he wasn’t even sure his mouth could produce any saliva. It felt so dry. So dry yet he was sweating gallons by the nervousness. He needed water. He needed air. He needed anything. Especially to escape this classroom and the weight of Mike’s eyes on him. He opened his mouth, tried to answer, but didn’t know what to say. Especially not since Mr. Wheeler was still smiling. A cunning, proud smile. 

Mouth with a slight opening in shock, Will simply licked at his bottom lip. He couldn’t handle it when Mike tracked the movement. He would assuredly burst or explode or become a puddle if he wasn’t leaving now. And so finally, without answering, he took one deep breath, hitching in his throat. He blinked in repetition, still in shock about the comment, before turning around and walking out the door. He left in a hurry, not so much running but with quick steps, escaping and needing some air. He had to find water- a window, anything.

What the hell happened.

*

This was complete shit.

He barricaded himself in a bathroom stall, sighing heavily.

Why did Mike have to do this to him today? What was that? He basically never answered to any of his advances or pathetic attempts at flirting and suddenly he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him?

All of a sudden he was smiling, staring, making subjective comment? He should’ve never taken the pen, this was so stupid. Now his teacher knew he had a massive crush on him. He knew and it was the most embarrassing thing ever. 

But what if — what if Mike was interested now?

Did that mean it worked? His attempts got his attention? There was no way Mike could possibly want one of his students, especially not him, a random boy. But what if? Just what if?

His dick reminded him that it was there, and the longer he was waiting here, the less time he would have to finish his exam. Screw it, there was no faster way to get rid of an erection than to just deal with it. 

He popped the button of his pants open, lowered them with his underwear, and he closed a hand around his dick.

*

He came back to the class, slightly ashamed, but a bit relieved too. He cleaned himself up in a hurry and now he was determined to finish his exam and get it done with. 

He didn’t dare to acknowledge Mike while coming in, he immediately sat back to his place and ignored him. He glanced at the clock. He stayed in there way too long, there was only fifteen minutes left now, there was no way he could make it in time. But he had to try. He mustered up everything he had, grabbing his pen and now finally understanding the question. He started writing immediately. His hand was working on its own, until he blocked on a word. He forgot how to write it, and he had the bad idea to leave the sheet out of his gaze to instead search for an answer in the air.

All he found was Mike, still looking. His black, heavy stare drilling through him as if he knew every single one of his secrets. He would be the end of him. He would kill him, right there and then. He was frozen in his gaze, he couldn’t work, couldn’t think. He normally could, he was very good. He could flirt and still have good grades, even if it looked as if he wasn’t paying attention. But now it was different. Now he couldn’t because it was Mike the one being weird. He hadn’t anticipated that, ever. Only just in his fantasies was he allowed to live that.

Multiple stupid attempts later at finishing his exam, the bell rang. He didn’t have time to finish. There was three questions left, including the big one that was worth the most points. He grunted in frustration, eyes about to leave tears tumble out.

He failed. For the first time of his life, he failed. He couldn’t even finish it.

It was Friday night so everyone was excited to go home. And since students could leave after finishing their exams, the classroom was pretty much empty by the time the bell rang. Will tried to keep going, to write anything. He scribbled things that made no sense just so at least he could say he tried. But Mike’s voice said “Time is up everyone, please bring back your sheets”. 

Everyone remaining, which was four people, got up to give their sheets. Will kept going, desperately. He heard faintly “Thank you Mr. Wheeler, have a good weekend” and Mike answering, but he kept going, at full speed, he wrote restlessly. Until he broke the point of his pen with the pressure, and sniveling in frustration. He was about to cry. It was pathetic.

“Mr. Byers?” Mike interpelled.

“I-I’m s-sorry” he stuttered. “I’m sorry I.. please I.. just.. I need more..” he breathed heavily, as though he was about to have a panic attack or something.

“William—”

“Five minutes, please.. I’m sorry” he blubbered like a child.

“Your time is up” he simply said, and Will gave up. Head low, he sniffled away his tears, keeping himself together to not burst in front of him. This was the most humiliated he had ever been. He failed in front of Mike, when he promised himself he would do good to make him proud.

Mike picked up his sheet so he wouldn’t have to bring it in front, and Will packed his things while the teacher went back to his desk, without more regard for him.

He picked his pencil he had broken, his eraser, the rest of his material and got up, head still low.

He trailed his feet on the floor, not having the energy to even face Mike now. No small talk or conversation, he already embarrassed himself enough. Mike basically played with him the whole day and it messed with his head and now—

“Will?”

Will? Will? Did Mr. Wheeler just call him Will?

This was a nickname. Only his family and friends would call him that, not teachers. He wanted to pretend he didn’t hear him just so he could pronounce it again. It was almost friendly. Something people close to him would call him. Mike never did that before. Now all he wanted was for Mike to repeat it over again. Through his mouth it sounded like the most beautiful name.

He said Will and it was enough for the concerned to turn to him, making sure it was indeed him who pronounced it, though his snug voice was unmistakable. He could’ve recognized it amongst thousands.

“Come here for a bit” he ordered in a voice both so firm and gentle it made Will’s stomach twist, and he obeyed like an automaton, only guided by his voice. The tears stopped pouring on his face, he chased them away, wiping them clean with the back of his hand.

His feet heavy, he still made an effort to join his desk. He couldn’t dare look at him, not after what it cost him that time. He couldn’t risk drowning again in his eyes.

Black eyes that were searching for him. Shit.

He failed.

He looked at him. His breath cut short. He could never resist him.

“You didn’t have time to finish..” he stated slowly, tone so matter of fact it brought heat to his cheeks. Both from embarrassment and just — the fact he was facing Mike.

Will nodded, but he pretended to be brave and unbothered. He tried to swallow down the lump in his throat, chasing away the tears still threatening to fall.

“That’s a shame.. you’ve always been so good, always finishing on time..” he left the rest of his sentence in suspension but Will could safely assume what he was going to say. Something like “What happened?”

But Mike didn’t say it, because he didn’t need to play this game of pretending. He knew exactly what happened.

He happened. He lost his focus, he saw his boner, he went to the toilet to get rid of it and lost even more time. He knew exactly what he did and what happened, there was no use in saying it, they both understood what was left unsaid. 

Mike didn’t say anything else, and Will just wanted to leave at this point. Once the silence had prolonged long enough for Will to think they were done, Mike suddenly broke it.

“I want to let you retake the exam. I know you are a good student, you study hard, you always have good grades” a flicker of hope lit up inside. He could retake it? Mike was that kind, to the point of giving him this opportunity?

“It would be a shame for these efforts to go to waste because of one bad day you weren’t feeling well, mh?”

He was staggered.

He nodded without saying anything.

One bad day. Not feeling well. Did he even know what he did to him? That all of this was because of his eyes—

Eyes still looking. God he was so close to having a cardiac arrest.

“I’ll give you a chance to take it again. To up your grade”

He could’ve jump to his neck and hug him as tight as possible. He was perfect. So kind and considerate.

No other teacher would ever do this. If you miss the exam, you miss it. No second chances. But Mike would let him. Maybe he felt guilty because he knew he was the one who destabilized him?

“Come by tomorrow” 

Will frowned. Tomorrow?

“Saturday? It’s weekend” Will said, not as a complaint but genuine curiosity. He had no idea he could come to school on weekends, or make a teacher waste it because of a failed exam.

“Saturdays are for retaking and detention.

Normally there’s a supervisor, but I want to be the one watching over you tomorrow”

Oh.

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you Mr. Wheeler. I won’t disappoint you” he said in a hurry, suddenly hopeful, his tears disappearing. He instead bit down his smile.

It was impossible to not love him.

“Perfect, goodbye William”

“Goodbye Mr. Wheeler!” He said cheerfully, his mood up by thousands already. He turned around, enthusiastic, but Mike stopped him again.

“Oh and William?”

“Mh?”

“Prepare yourself well. Get ready” he said with a serious tone, his eyes so intense as if they were trying to convey another message entirely. He stayed fixated on Will, his lips slowly curling up. In his intonation, Will could guess he wanted him to understand something.

Now he knew it was about studying. The teachers kept saying it. Prepare by reading the notes and lessons. Get ready, for the exam, of course. But Will couldn’t help but think there was some other message in Mike’s words. Something obvious he had to catch onto with the way he would look at him, and with the subjective tone he said it with. 

Or maybe it was just his hormones filled teenage mind imagining stuff.

“I-I will!” He said nervously.

He couldn’t screw that up.

Mike didn’t say anything more so he slipped away, ready to go home.

*

Saturday arrived, Will walked in the hallway of the empty school. The only presence being the one of the cleaning man swiping the floor while no one was there. It was an eerie atmosphere, to be all alone in such a big school that usually would make cacophony reign with its students screaming, talking, walking. Suddenly every steps seemed to echo against the locker. 

He presented himself in front of Mr. Wheeler’s classroom, knocking softly with his fist. He inhaled longly, not even knowing what to expect. He did get ready — not just for the exam. It was probably silly, just his hormonal mind thinking stuff, but he still didn’t want to take any chances, just in case.

In case of what? He didn’t know.

Either way, it was uncomfortable, to walk while feeling wet, to feel empty, slick and waiting to be filled. It was a weird feeling. 

He didn’t know if Mike was that kind of teacher. Was he simply kind by giving him another chance, or was he expecting something in return? If he was perfectly honest, Will didn’t care. He didn’t care about being a teacher’s pet. He didn’t want to sleep with Mike to up his grades. He just wanted to sleep with Mike, nothing else. And if Mike wanted to sleep with him as well, and that he could get a good grade out of it — it was a win-win situation. 

He saw him through the thin window, and Mike gave him a sign to enter, so he did.

He tried to be natural, to control his cheeks heating up, his breathing. But his “Hey” still came out breathy.

“Hello William, I hope you are ready” A ghost of a smile touched his lips, but not his eyes, which burnt on his skin.

“I am! I studied really hard” With his heart in his throat and palms sweaty, he took hesitant steps forward. 

Mike displayed a — disappointed look, almost. His answer seemed too innocent for him. He saw it in the way his smile became more serious and polite, rather than teasing and charming. Maybe, once again, it was just his mind. But Mike really did look as if he was expecting more. What if Mike wanted him? Really wanted him?

He tried, adding a meek “I’m as ready as I can be” a clumsy attempt at being flirty.

He lowered his face, but still looked over at him, with big innocent eyes, blinking delicately.

Victory, the expression on Mike’s face changed entirely. His eyes settled on him for what felt like an eternity. He could see him biting down his smile, restraining himself. 

Then the man cleared his throat. “Perfect- I.. I’ll give you your copy then. I’m feeling in a generous mood, so I’ll give you an hour to complete, which is plenty.

Too much, in fact” he precised.

Was Will dreaming or did he seem nervous?

Teacher Michael Wheeler, stony, serious, never once fumbling on his word, keeping a class quiet with his authority and prestance. He was nervous?

He looked at him, giving him a shy, reassuring smile. It made Mike swallow visibly, his Adam apple peeping out making the movement obvious. 

They both appeared to be keeping themselves in check. Will’s breath shaking at each inhalation, Mike clearing his throat once more.

Will figured he should do something and not just stand there looking stupid. But as he was about to sit at his usual desk in front, Mike stopped him once more. 

“Actually, you should sit right here” he said, tapping on his desk.

His desk

He daydreamed about this. About Mike taking him on his desk. About him sitting on it and teasing his crotch with his foot. About him straddling over Mike’s lap while he was sitting on that chair. Was his fantasy about to happen? Mike was inviting him to his desk? What if he really wanted to take him there? Was he even ready? He was still a virgin, he hoped he could be good. He knew people loved it loud usually, which was good because Will was pretty vocal while touching himself. He wondered in what position they could do it in. His back would probably hurt on a wooden desk like this. Plus with the papers and mug, it would be hard for him to do it without knocking things on the ground.

He had to snap back to reality when he saw Mike’s insistent gaze waiting for him to do something. He had just been standing in place like an idiot thinking about his fantasies. Stupid, stupid. He was so stupid.

He walked, going towards his desk. Mike made the chair roll, the sound of the casters on the floor being the only one floating in the silence of the classroom. With a hand movement he designated the chair, inviting him to sit on it.

“Where will you sit Mr. Wheeler?” He said with a small innocent voice, his question however genuine.

Mike scrutinized Will with a desire that didn’t fail to send shivers down his spine. Will couldn’t handle it, so he directed his gaze towards his hand holding the chair, waiting for him to sit. The thought of those hands trailing over him made him shuffle closer, obeying and sitting.

“I’ll just supervise, behind”

With the way he added behind , he knew there was some innuendo beneath it all. He bit down the inside of his cheeks, this time harder, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. 

Mike handed him his sheet. He tried to calm himself, to ease his hammering heart. But for some reason, being all alone with Mike was even more nerve wracking than being in the room filled with people. Mike was giving him this chance on a silver platter, he couldn’t fail this now. He had to concentrate, more than ever. Mike was watching him, he couldn’t just slip past this chance, it would be ungrateful of him. 

The advantage was that Mike was back to him, so he couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see his burning eyes. He could still feel him though, his presence. His slow steps walking around beside, just his aura watching over him. Just that was overwhelming.

He took his usual three long breath, inhaling longly, keeping the air in his lungs, before exhaling with some tremors hidden in it. His head was spinning, he squeezed his eyes, remembering the question, thinking about it, hard. He could smell Mike all around him. His manly scent, his perfume, his after shave, he smelled good. He was taking care of himself, of his hygiene, clearly. 

Now was not the time to think about Mike’s fragrance or cologne. He had to finish this stupid exam—

“Can’t concentrate?” 

He heard him say faintly behind him, with his low voice, dropping from a few octave. He was provocating him, he had too. This was unreal. 

He didn’t know what to do. Agree naturally, as if he couldn’t hear his seductive tone? Or flirt back?

Was he even flirting?

This was breaking his brain. But he couldn’t look at him. Under any circumstances, he couldn’t. 

“It’s hard to when you’re there, sir”

He didn’t meant for it to sound like that. He was being honest, but with his airy tone he feared it might’ve come off the wrong way. Shit.

“How so?”

He wasn’t about to make him say it, was he? It was obvious. 

“You destabilize me..” 

“Have you ever considered that perhaps, you destabilize me?”

What?

This couldn’t be right. Mike always kept his composure. He was serious and firm, he never once stammered or struggled, not in class at least, not obviously. 

Did that mean it worked? All of his silly attempts actually did work? Mike noticed him? 

“Do I?..” he asked tentatively, his tone wanton.

“I’ve noticed your little games. It’s difficult to avoid” he said with calm. “What are you expecting out of it?” He suddenly asked.

Will felt the anxiety rising in his chest, his heart beating faster.

What he was expecting? Nothing. He fantasized about it working, about sucking Mike’s dick, about kissing him, about feeling him pounding inside. But to think this could ever work — it was beyond anything. These were just dreams, fantasies. The thought of it happening in real life was just — too much at once. But it felt good. Because it meant he did somewhat succeed at making Mike react, maybe inhabiting his mind like Mr. Wheeler was in his all the time.

“I.. wanted your attention, sir”

“You got it. So what now?” He said, and Will noticed his voice was closer to him. He was approaching, creeping beside.

“Now.. it’s up to you to decide what happens, Mr. Wheeler” he answered, trying to sound confident but his voice was still groggy.

“And you would let me?” When he stepped closer, his proximity struck fire in Will’s stiff limbs. 

Let me? Let him what? Let him decide? Let him—

He felt two fingers pressing on his shoulder. And just like that he forgot how to breathe. His muscles tensed as though they were weaved with metal bars. Then it was three fingers, his whole palm, cupping his shoulder and spreading a fire through every single veins of his body. He thanked the sky he was sitting, because he could feel his knees weakening, his mind getting dizzy. This was a deliberate touch, he thought. There was no accident or accidental graze. Mike was touching because he wanted to touch him.

He wanted to touch him.

The realization grew on him as quickly as the fire propagating through his soul. His teacher’s hand trailed around his arm, snaking to the side. Will was frozen. Too frozen to do anything, to move or to even turn his head slightly just to take a look at him. Mike’s hand slipped further down, and the man released a shuddery sigh that sounded like he was struggling to keep himself together. Like he was about to lose it, just like Will was in this moment.

Finally, requiring every will power he had, he attempted to jerk a look to him. 

“Stay focused on your sheet, William” he murmured against his ear, while pulling the chair away with his other hand.

What was he supposed to do? Follow the chair being dragged away? Get up? Why was Mike even tossing it aside? 

It rolled and he decided he’d get up. He stood, eyes on his sheet.

“Good” he said low, his hand slowly beginning to slide down the side of his arm, all the way down to his waist

Good.

Will gripped onto his pencil harder, fingers hurting from the wood pressing so harshly on his pad. 

Focus. He had to focus, Mike told him to focus. 

He inhaled, writing one word. He didn’t have time for more as he felt Mike’s hand slipping on his hips. 

Mike was touching him. His fingers gripping his hips, pulling him closer. His head was so close he could almost feel his breath on his skin, his perfume overwhelming his senses. 

Will’s hand found the side of the desk, clutching there, while the other tried not to break the pencil. He simply had to grab onto anything in order to keep himself steady. Every muscle in his body seemed to have forgotten how to do its job. His organs weren’t working properly. No air could reach his lungs, his heart couldn’t stop pouding so fast and so loudly he got worried it would stop at once. His brain froze, unable to think, to commend his body how to do anything, just short-circuiting while Mike was everywhere. Right behind him, on his hips, inhaling his scent, exhaling on his neck, making goosebumps appear. Will closed his eyes, trying to focus on remembering how to even breathe. Mike was making him nervous. 

The contact was electric. He was both freezing and melting at the same time. His hands were on his hips. On his hips. And now for once he truly was hopeful. This would happen. It was about to happen. Unless Mike was a cruel man, simply teasing him. But he couldn’t think about this now because he was touching him and he almost dropped his pen. His hand was lightly touching Will’s left side, his thumb rubbing his clothed hip, and it made him feel drunk in arousal.

“Just stay right here” Mr. Wheeler told him with a low, dark voice that Will had never heard before. And his hands slithered from his side to the front of his pants, almost touching his crotch. He would definitely have a problem in his pants if he kept going, but maybe that was what Mike wanted. 

He played with the button of his pants, undoing it with ease. Will tensed under him. This was happening. Now. This was actually happening. He was excited. The butterflies were coming back, his whole body was thrumming with energy. And his lungs stopped functioning all together when Mike unzipped his pants, slowly, methodical, taking his time.

Will bucked against him, but listened and didn’t turn. He stayed eyes on his sheets. It seemed like the hardest task he had ever done in his life. And slowly, Mike pushed his pants down. Will’s breath shuddered without control, a small spasm made his back jolt, but Mike kept going. He uncovered his skin, pushing his pants and underwear with them until his ass was entirely on display. He stopped pushing them once they were to his knees, and Mike grabbed a handful of his butt, making Will release a surprised yelp. 

Mike had realized some time ago that ignoring those things he felt wouldn’t make them go away. And so now was the perfect occasion to jump head first into it. Will had been waiting long enough for him to do something, to take a decision. And decision he took. There would be no going back now.

“You really did prepare yourself” Mike stated with a hushed tone, excitement audible through his throat.

Will was glistening with arousal, trying to not lose his way at what was happening. He tried to sound confident, but his voice shook when he said

“J-just for you sir”

“You good boy” he said with keenness, running his hand to the back of his thigh, up to his ass. Will’s legs were already slightly parted, but the contact made them spread even more instinctively. Mike gave a light squeeze before spreading his cheeks, and without warning, pressing a finger to his hole. This caused Will to inhale sharply, spreading his legs even further apart while Mike massaged his rim slightly. And delicately, he plunged a finger inside of him. Will gasped in surprise, despite expecting the intrusion.

“How many times have you fingered like this, thinking about me? What I’d do to you?”

Will tried to turn his head, but Mike suddenly plunging his finger deeper made him collapse on the desk, his back bending on its own. “I- ever since.. uh- s-so long..” 

He hummed, low, sending vibrations to his core “Mh yeah?” 

Will squealed, pathetically, but he couldn’t control himself. 

This would happen. It was actually happening, right now. Mike was actually fingering him. He hoped it wasn’t a dream. He bit the inside of his cheeks once more, to make sure. He felt the metallic taste of his chewed bloody mouth. It wasn’t. It was real. Mike was really pushing his finger inside of him at this moment. And just like he imagined, it felt so much better than his own. It was longer, nimble as it moved around. 

“Are you a virgin, Will?” He asked, though he already had a good idea of the answer. All while questioning the boy, he placed a hand on his lower back.

“U-h yeah” he said so weakly Mike wouldn’t have heard if the room wasn’t already plunged in silence. 

“Good.

I want you to bend over. Your hips need to meet mine”

Will nodded, obeying to his order and supporting himself on the wooden desk as he pushed his hips back towards his teacher. The man used his other hand to steady his hips, supporting him as he fingered him open.

“And I want you to finish your exam still, I’m giving you this chance William, do not waste it” using his dour tone to order this, combined with Will not being able to see his face made the boy believe in the words. Mike was only just teasing, knowing if only his eyes had been enough to make him lose his concentration, his cock would be far from giving it back. But he found amusement in hearing the boy answering while stuttering

“I-I.. don’t think I can if..”

“If?” Mike said. Will could imagine his eyebrow lifting up, his smirk. But instead he felt his finger exploring within him, testing out how open he was, and he shut his eyes tight.

“If- ah!” Mike sunk in deeper, using two fingers this time. Will bit down on his lower lip, trying not to be too loud, not caring if this would draw blood.

“I could still give you a good grade if you do good..” Mike considered.

Do good? He meant not in the exam but—

“I’ve never done this before I don’t know if.. I can..”

“I trust you will do well, William” he said, thrusting his fingers inside with a swift movement. Will moaned loudly as a response, dropping his pencil on the desk with a clattered sound. 

Mike, this time, didn’t tell him to focus on his sheet and keep writing. He let the pencil roll away, while his fingers were scissoring inside of Will. Will let himself whine out loud, now shifting his hips to push himself back to Mike. He stabilized himself in a more comfortable position, two elbows resting on the desk, his ass staying even to ease the access. 

Amongst the slick noises of fingers sinking inside, he heard the sound of a drawer opening. Mike took something out of it, and retired his fingers from the tight heat. Will quickly understood it was lubricant when he heard the crackling of the sachet opening and wet sounds. Then always as fast and without warning, Mike came inside again. The space wasn’t that restrained, he did prepare, and well at that, not just with his fingers or a small pen. He actually used his homemade dildo that would stretch him very well.

It was usually vegetables, or sometimes an hairbrush, but this time he had used some plastic toy with a fitting shape that was broader than anything he ever tried before. He could use anything he had in hand, and wrap them in saran wrap before throwing it away if it was something comestible. Either way, it made a good job. He didn’t know how big Mike was but he knew he was ready for him. Though he still seemed to be clamping down as a reflex on his fingers, the muscle still tight around the man. 

“Just relax sweetheart” Mike cooed in his ear.

His cheeks warmed up all the more, his heart swelling in his chest. Was that what it truly was, having sex with Mr. Wheeler? Pet names? Care and attention? He felt himself blushing at the comment, slightly disappointed at himself because he kept clenching uncontrollably. He had to relax and be better, or Mike wouldn’t be able to slip inside. 

“S-sorry” he slurred, trying to control himself, breathing in long and deep breath as an attempt to stabilize himself. His heart was pounding, so fast and growing so big he felt as though it might come out of his chest. 

“I can’t even fit three fingers here.. you’re really tight” Mike stated with his usual calm. 

“I-I can take it, I know I can.. just..” he inhaled. He was about to say it. “Just fuck me. I’ll be fine”

His boldness made Mike chuckle behind him. “I love your enthusiasm” he said, shoving back in two fingers to spread him broader. “It is very tempting I must admit”

Mike nudged his legs apart with his own, spreading them as wide as he could without his pants holding his knees in place. With his other hand he pressed on his back. He positioned Will until he was leaning across the table on his stomach. Will pressed his palms flat on the desk, without anything to hold onto, still complying well to the sudden change of position.

“But we don’t want it to hurt now, do we?” The sound of his voice dropping to an husky tone, his teasing sentences, Will only wanted to say yes . To tell him he didn’t care. To tell him he could hurt him, go rough, do anything he wished. He was his and he could use him. The thought of saying it flashed in his mind, but he didn’t get the occasion to when a moan came out of his mouth without him realizing. His nimble fingers moved with ease, swift and agile deep inside of him, his left hand now moving across his body. His large palm landed on his ass, groping it, fondling between his lanky fingers. Will whimpered, with a burning arousal he pushed his hips to him, eyes fluttering as he shuddered.

Mike thrusted his fingers, lowering himself to touch more of Will’s flimsy body. And it felt so good to feel him run his fingers all over him, wrapping around his waist, tugging him even closer as if he wanted to pull him to his lap, despite already being inside two knuckles deep. And gently, he tried to insert another digit. Only this time, Will let out a pained groan between clenched teeth.

“Are you okay baby?” Mike asked, stilling his fingers while his eyes danced over Will’s tense shoulder and shaking legs.

Hearing the unexpected pet name made Will took in a shaky breath, a sense of comfort and security spreading through him.

“Yeah” he answered through a sore voice.

He clenched one more around him, and Mike trailed his hand up, cupping his shoulder. The boy felt like warm clay in his hand. He hushed him.

“Just relax. I won’t hurt you” his thumb soothed his stiff shoulder and Will once again tried to convince Mike.

“I’m fine, sir. Really. You don’t have to- I’m.. ready just please—” he couldn’t find the words to finish his thoughts. Everything seemed to die in his throat beside small pathetic moans.

“Please?” He said, requesting him to finish while moving his fingers around. 

Will made fists, his eyebrows furrowing. 

Hesitantly, with struggles and shivers he still managed to get out “Fuck me”

The hand on his shoulder twitched, before letting go. Replacing the warmth with a lacking cold. However he found comfort in hearing the clothes ruffling behind. Belt tilting, being unfastened. The slight noise of a zipper going down, the one of tissue being muss. Mike freed himself from his pants, giving a few last pumps with his fingers inside, before retiring them. Apparently this was enough convincing for Mike to finally go at it.

Will heard another cracking noise, which he assumed was a condom. He braced himself, ordering his own body to behave. He tried to control his breath and relax. He told himself this wouldn’t hurt. He had been waiting for this moment so long, he couldn’t ruin it. 

The rubber wrapped around Mike’s shaft who pinched at the tip, before coating it with even more lube. It was always better to be safe than sorry, he went with generous quantity. Once he was done he grabbed a few tissues that were on his desk to wipe the substance off his fingers. Will was quivering with tremors of anticipation. Just waiting with his ass on display and hands now relaxing on the table. His palm was numb by the feeling of his nails digging into it when he had the bad idea of clenching his fists. But he didn’t care. Opening his hands and seeing the marks his fingernails had made was only just another confirmation he wasn’t dreaming, it was all real and he wanted more marks to remain to remember. He hoped Mike would brand him with hickeys and bruises, tear his ass so good he could feel it for days after. He wouldn’t mind the pain if it meant having a reminder that all this happened, he could deal with it.

As both Mike’s hands moved to his waist and gripped it tightly, Will was pretty confident he wouldn’t actually hurt him. His gesture was so soft, so soothing, he thought he couldn’t possibly fuck him stupid. Which was both a disappointment and a relief. As long as he could remember all of it he was fine, though he felt a sense of disappointment realizing he wouldn’t be able to see Mike. He could feel him in his ass, but he wouldn’t see his face while he would come undone behind him. It was a shame, really. Getting a taste of his dick without even knowing what it looked like.

Mr. Wheeler steadied himself against him, and carefully eased himself in his hole, not yet entering but pressing, pushing on the rim.

Mike pressed the large head around him, holding his cock with one hand, forbidding himself to push inside and rather just stretching open the rim. He applied pressure on the muscle, the tip bulky and preparing Will to what would come. The boy couldn’t see how big he was but he could feel how hard, and how it was much bigger than anything he had ever shoved down there. But he was wet, ready. He shivered, anticipating some pain but also pleasure. 

Mike took his time -a little too much in Will’s antsy opinion-. The anxiety and anticipation caused Will to gnaw nervously at his bottom lip. 

Mike found himself gripping his narrow hips, the tip trying to ease its way into the tight heat of Will’s ass. Will shifted his hips backwards as an attempt to suck him in. Thinking mentally “Just put it in!” but instead of hurrying him with words he made his impatience obvious by begging with a whine and rocking against him.

Mike groaned as he engulfed the head deeper, plunging in the slick sleeve of muscle. Will moaned in turn, his ass clenching and eyes blurring with tears. How he wished there was something to hold onto. He desperately needed to grab something, but all there was was a wooden desk and his own paper sheet with other accessories he definitely didn’t want to break. 

“You feel so good” the man cooed low in the hollow of his ears, his words making Will dizzy in elation. Mike’s presence engulfed him whole. The space between them shrinking, the air running low as Will felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

“Am I hurting you?” He asked him, hands heavy and hot crashing against his skin. 

“N-no” Will breathed out with a high-pitched voice. Mike leaned forward, pressing his chest against Will’s back. Naturally, Will’s body grinded against him, pushing him further inside, needing to take him the rest of the way. He knew he could. Mike’s fingers dug so harshly on his hips Will hissed silently. And the man grunted. “Fuck ” 

Had he just made his teacher say fuck ? His composed, grounded, firm teacher? He smiled to himself, and did it again, needing his cock as deep as possible. He groaned another time, and Will felt his skull pressing against his upper back. He could imagine his head, his face pressed against him as he failed to keep himself together. 

Mike plunged his entire length without warning, causing Will’s breath to catch in his throat. He whimpered a small snivel of discomfort, but despite the pain, he wouldn’t move an inch because he was exactly where he wanted to be. His young muscle gripped tight around Mike’s cock, who moaned a low guttural sound and panted on his back at the sensation. “Oh god.. Will”

Goosebumps erupted all over Will’s skin at his teacher's words, moaning his name. Meanwhile Mike couldn’t see anything but his student when he rocked his dick on his ass, still trying to go further even if it wasn’t physically possible. Will relished a soft sound, gentle and surprised, but he didn’t appear to be in any pain. He did meet resistance as he was clamping down, but with a little more strength he opened up fairly well for him. Soon, he would be well stretched enough to not clench at all. Mike sinked at once, and very easily found Will’s spot. He pressed the tip of his cock against his prostate and rocked gently, Will melting around him and producing soft little whimpers. Such sweet, innocent little noises that carried through the empty space of the room.
Mike’s weight on his back forced Will down on the desk. And Mike began to install a good rhythm. The wood creaked, back and forth as Will clutched onto it, making it follow the movements of his body being pounded in. Mike licked his lips, cooing in his ear a gentle praise. “You are doing well sweetheart”. The comment made Will arch his back in response, jutting his ass out to receive more of Mike. Loving how he could take him. Loving how big Mike felt inside. Loving feeling every inch of his length pulling out of his hole. Loving feeling his throbbing cock filling him entirely, prodding at his sensitive spot. 

By inadvertence Will accidentally whispered a soft “Mike”, which he shouldn’t do because he should address him by his family name or “mister”. He wondered if it would bother Mike, given the circumstances. Maybe in a rapport such as this one, it would be more appropriate to call each other by a more friendly name, like how Mike said Will. Either way Will couldn’t dwell on his mistake since Mike didn’t hear it.

His teacher thrusted, gently, feeling Will’s walls welcoming him in. And he aimed for Will’s prostate at each shove, angling his hips to him. With deep thrusts he successfully made Will moan in turn. The boy collapsed forward, head fully resting on the desk, elbows buckling underneath him. His chest stayed compressed and his fists tried to find the side of the desk to clutch onto, as he let out a loud mewl.

Mike moved his back away, his head no longer resting onto Will’s shoulder. He trapped Will with his hips, the space between the desk and Mike too narrow for Will to move freely. His dick pressed and rubbed uncomfortably against the desk, he could feel the precum dribbling out of him, a thin line dirtying the wood where the tip was leaking. His body was simply being rocked, entirely directed by Mike. Will couldn’t move forward. There was only one way this could go, and it was meeting Mike’s thighs while he hit inside always deeper.

Despite the discomfort caused by his erection, he still sighed pleasurably feeling Mike move. The man rutting against his sensitive insides and successfully hitting his sweet spot at each thrust made him close to burst with excitement. It might’ve been the fastest time he had ever felt himself coming, if Mike kept going like this — he would soon burst. Mike’s still clothed body began to sweat, his thighs meeting Will’s butt with a regulated and unvarying rhythm, creating meek slaps though the sopping sounds were clear. Soon it was an exchange of panting, moans and grunts. Mutual heat spread between their passionate bodies, and Mike’s cock slipped, in and out, and it felt wonderful for both.

Will’s crackly moans went crescendo “S-sir” he slurred through a slack jaw. “I’m gon- I’m so close..”

“Already?” Mike teased, his warm hands rubbing in a calming way Will’s skin.

The boy released a shallow breath “I can’t- too good” he said with the least coherent meaning through his sentence. Mike was an English teacher, so he always deemed vocabulary important. He would probably be very disappointed in Will being unable to form a correct sentence, if he wasn’t the one making his mind so hazy. He attempted at casting a quick look at Mike behind, so near his shoulder, but all he saw was the vague shape of his hair. 

“It’s okay, let yourself go” Mike spoke with his delicate voice, determined to let Will come and to do so as well. Will’s hole no longer clenched around him, he felt well accustomed to it by now. He got a small spark of realization when his gaze drifted for a second away from the boy. Travelling for his ass to the classroom, the desk. He was defiling his own student — in his workplace, in this room. Every time he would come back here, he would think of this. Of Will sprawled on his desk, his moans. But no amount of guilt could possibly damp his underlying desire, the arousal impossible to undermine. He needed this more than he had ever needed anything in his life. His entire body felt a surge of energy. He was living again. His heart beat so strongly he remembered it was there all this time. It was the most intense sensation he had ever felt on his dick. Lust really was something great. 

Hips stuttering and driving in over and over, he felt Will’s legs quivering, he admired his plump ass getting pinker by his own skin crashing onto it. And increasingly he sped up the thrusts. Going faster, harsher. He slammed into Will so unexpectedly the boy screamed, and he held back, waiting for him to adjust. Will took a deep inhalation, before Mike slammed back inside. Will’s body rocked onto the desk, a tear escaped his glazed eyes and he shouted his moan, louder. Mike pulled out, going rougher, extracting another yell from Will, who had no idea it could feel like this. So raw. Animalistic. So intense. So passionate and painful but good. It was nothing like the soft Mike coaxing him and hushing him. He wasn’t making love anymore. But Will couldn’t complain because he wanted this, too. And so he let him fuck him.
He repeated the movement and Will was second away from coming with an explosion. His back hurt, his ass too, his hands were balled in a fist, his fingernails hurting even more, his teeth biting on his lower lip so hard it would extract bloody pearls. His thighs crashed against the desk every time Mike would shove himself, grunting at every thrust. He revelled in the boy’s inside, letting himself be as loud, as brutal as he wished.

“You feel so good” he managed to whisper between his throaty noises, and Will snivelled, forcing moans out of him in reciprocation. 

Yes, you too, he wanted to say without being able to find the voice to. He gasped as Mike found his spot once more, and this was enough to send him over the edge. He came, mouth hanging open and letting out a filthy scream ripping the air. Mike pursued fucking Will through his orgasm, rattling obscenely. Will’s legs started shaking more intensely, unable to stand on their own, only stabilized by the other part of his body bent over the desk and Mike trapping him between. His head became hazy and overtaken by the out of this world orgasm.
Yet Mike kept nailing his prostate, without a second of rest, mercilessly. Will’s dick came untouched a second after, sending his body through another wave of spasms making him tremble and jolt on the table. Beads of cum pooled beneath Will, coming from the uncomfortable friction of the desk. It smeared onto his navel, sticking to the desk. The aftershocks shook his body, and he cried out fresh tears from the overstimulation. 

He wanted to tell Mike to hold on, that he had enough, that it started to hurt more than it felt good. But he became more possessed by him the longer in continued, and he simply wasn’t able to voice out anything. 

His nails scratched on the surface of the table.

“M-ister..” Mike didn’t seem to have heard him, or maybe he did and that’s what caused him to grab his hips harshly and ram him in place. Such sinful noises made it impossible for it to halt.

“S-sir, Mike- hold on..” he cried as Mike continuously drove inside, milking out his already exhausted spot. “T-oo much, Mike!” Everything seemed to clatter around, the objects, the noise of Will’s nails scraping against the wood, the slick, obscene ones of his wet hole being pounded restlessly.

“I’m not done” growled Mike, in a dark, low voice Will had never heard before. 

Will sobbed, he closed his eyes, only tears falling out from them. He did want this. This was overwhelming but so good. This is all he ever wanted. To be fucked stupid. He couldn’t do it himself, and so Mike would do it for him. Taking him right there on his desk like a rag doll. He would’ve laughed if he wasn’t busy sobbing already. 

With a full body shiver, Mike’s load spilled inside the condom, exhaling a shuddery breath as he kept rocking his hips, more gently this time, slowing his movements to coax his orgasm all the way through. His lips parted, eyebrows furrowed as he enjoyed the heat of Will’s tight hole once more. The boy writhed underneath, the whimpering decreasing as Mike was finally done abusing his prostate.

He pulled out with a squelchy, sopping sound. His thumb soothingly stroked the side of the boy’s body, attempting to comfort him and calm the tremblements that didn’t seem to stop. He glanced down, marveling Will’s hole dripping with lube, unfortunately not his cum, but the sight of his puffy and pink, broad hole was a satisfaction enough for Mike to smile to himself.

Will stayed sprawled onto the desk, properly spent, thoroughly fucked out. He did put on quite a big performance, Mike would have to congratulate him for that. He definitely deserved a good grade. 

He let Will overcome his emotions, in the meantime he took off the condom, throwing it in the trash. Seeing Will wasn’t getting up, and still shaking lightly, he ran a hand on his naked thigh, trailing it up. 

“Are you okay love?” He wondered with the softest, most caring and attentionate voice Will had ever heard. 

He sniffled. “Y-yeah. Yeah” he answered between loud pants, swallowing once in his throat that had taken far too much dry gasps of air. 

Mike decided to help him, wiping away the lube shining on his hole with a tissue he threw away after. “Let me take care of you now, okay?” He said snugly, and his hand snaked to his inner thigh, trying to reach his cock. When he grabbed the soften member, his confusion was felt through the way his hand palmed it.

“I uh.. I already finished..” Will said weakly, redressing his back. Mike’s hand left his soft dick, instead helping him up.

“Oh” Mike stalled, Will could imagine his eyes widening. “Uh.. when?” He seemed concerned, or disappointed, as if he would’ve want to get Will off himself. Will could understand, what kind of person comes untouched?

“Just.. just a moment ago” he said with embarrassment, a faint giggle of nervousness trying to worm its way out. He pulled his pants up, turning to face Mike. “I’m.. sorry sir, your desk-”

“Do not apologize for something so trivial” he said, smiling reassuringly while his hand landed on his cheek, wiping away the tears that had fell prior. “You were incredible” he said with keenness, admiring Will’s flushed face and the sweat that gave a shiny look to him, almost as much as the tears that had cascaded down and drenched his face. 

He approached, hand sliding to the back of his neck, and he pressed his lips to the boy’s forehead. He inhaled longly the scent of his hair, smelling of vanilla. 

Will whispered against his skin, swoon by the contact of Mike’s lips on his head. “You too. Mr. Wheeler. It was incredible..”

“I think we can drop the Mister, don’t you think?” Mike said while pulling back, staring deep into Will’s eyes and grinning once more. 

Will nodded in response. 

“You really are an amazing boy” he complimented once more, pressing another small kiss to his temple where tears rolled down. 

Will melted with each kiss, sighing a quiet, content noise, ignoring the pulsing in his ass.

It would be inappropriate to ask him what they were, obviously. He was his teacher, nothing else. But things would assuredly change now. Maybe by the end of school year they could start a more casual relationship, maybe one day Mike really would be his husband—

“You will receive a very good grade” Mike smiled, taking Will in his arms, wrapping his lower back and waist and pulling him to him. Will nestled in his chest, feeling free to inhale his scent, engrave his cologne in his mind, hoping to imbue his own shirt with the smell of his.

Will chuckled against his skin, his own chest feeling lighter.

He didn’t know what the future might hold for them, but for now, Will was certain of one thing.

He definitely was in love with his teacher.