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"Alright class for tonight's lab we will be looking at four different species of insects that affects Phaseolus vulgari."
I was in the last class of the day and my eyes were punishing to stay awake. It was barely after seven and we had until ten before the class was over. I kept pinching myself to stay awake but even that wasn't working. When it was clear to me that if I didn't wash my face I'd be failing this class too, I excused myself and ran to the nearest restroom.
I rinsed and scrubbed my face until it hurt and then spent a good five minutes trying to see if the red blur of my eyes would fade. The walk back to class was slow and by the time I returned the lecturer was already discussing the second insect and he spared me an annoyed glance as I slid into my seat.
For the next few hours we looked at the various species, their ontogeny, control and prevention methods and even started on another crop. Halfway through lab my eyes were starting to get droopy again and I stopped focusing on his words and instead, focused on him.
He looked to be in his mid twenties and he was about 6 feet. Even though he was a lecturer he didn't dress like an old teacher; he wore well fitted pants and really well fitted shirts. My gaze stuck to his torso and I could make out the faint highlights of a body that saw the gym thrice per week.
His hand moved to run through his hair and my eyes followed the outline of his biceps. He definitely work out. He had a nice neck; it wasn't short and fat or long and thick, it was sort of in between and I ached to run my tongue from his collarbone to that tiny spot below his ear. I inhaled a shaky breath and bit into my pencil as I let my gaze travel to his face and even though he was focused completely on what he was trying to educate us, his face was unintentionally making me aroused.
His hair was wavy and black and stopped at his neck and styled in such a manner that it looked cool but not grossly childish. His eyes were dark brown and his lips the complete opposite. They were firm and full and accustomed to lots of biting and sucking and I wished that I could be his teeth for just one day.
He turned to go to the only desk in the room and the swaying of his sculpted a*s had me releasing an equally shaky breath. I blinked away my lustful thoughts as I saw my colleagues starting to disperse before I realized that class was over. This seemed to be a constant and I inwardly groaned as I started packing up.
There was no way that I'd be able to leave now. My drowsiness was gone but I was stuck with a very visible boner. I waited until the class cleared out completely and hoped that the lecturer would leave so I could too. Somehow, luck was never on my side.
Within minutes every student had cleared out but the professor just sat at his desk as he finished dealing with some students and reshuffling his mountain of notes. When it was made clear that he wasn't prepared to leave I awkwardly placed my bag against me and headed towards the door.
"Mr. Hanicock."
I froze; hand on the edge of the open door and feet practically out free.
"Yes sir?" I respond, cautiously.
"May I have a word?"
His voice, even though commanding was still oddly soft and comforting and I allowed the smooth rhythm to wash over me. I walked the small distance from the door to his desk; mindful of my hidden treasure and stood expectantly near the edge.
"Yes sir?"
"I've noticed that your work has been lacking severely these past few weeks. You haven't been putting a lot of work and effort into your home works and assignments and I'm afraid to ask what you've done so far with your projects."
"Sir I-"
"That's not even the half of it. I've seen your GPA for these past few years; they're very impressive and I know once you regain your focus you'll actually graduate at the top of your class."
"I know-"
"Is there something that seems to occupy your time and cause you to become distracted?... Or someone?"
"Huh?"
My once bent head instantly snapped up to attention as I feared he saw the way I looked at the guys in my class. I know I try hard to hide who I truly am but there were times when I'd slip up. A glance here, a lip bite there... There was simply no telling what I slipped up with.
"I've seen how close you and the little Ms. Alexis have gotten. It's not unusual to have a girlfriend at your age but when it affects your studies."
My entire being literally deflated as my secret remained safe but I barely contained my laugh at the thought of Alexis being the center of my distractions.
"Sir, I can assure you that Alexis is not the reason for my distractions-"
"She isn't?"
"No-"
I stopped as I saw the raised eyebrow and the way his voice dropped an octave. He pushed himself off the edge of the desk and came to stand closer to me. My mind was already on high alert and I watched as he placed his hands in both pockets.
"If she isn't your distraction then who is?"
"No one-"
"There is no way that your work can be this affected by anything other than some girl."
"There's no girl."
"Boy?" He smirks and again I feel my stomach drop.
"What?" I stuttered "n-no."
His fingers gently brush against my side and I take in a sharp breath. The smirk that was once there reemerges and I tried in vain to slow the rapid beating of my heart.
"Are you sure?"
"I-"
That's it, that's all I can muster as his fingers begin to slowly move up and down on my bare skin. I can't even remember when his hands moved from his pants to my waist or him raising my shirt but as he breaches the tiny gap between us and I feel myself being pressed against him I'm made aware of it.
"Maybe if we find you a means by which you can get rid of this distraction of yours you'd be better able to focus on your work."
I barely heard what he said. I was so focused on his tormenting fingers and the way his eyes stuck to my lips that when he bit his own I let out the longest moan a boy could. That seemed to do it for him. I saw the last bit of restraint he had left seconds before his firm lips crashed against mine.
They were so demanding and possessive that I immediately submitted to his onslaught. Our mouths unbreakable, our tongues intertwined and our hearts in total symphony. My hands snuck around his neck and my fingers grabbed l**t full of his hair as the kiss deepened, never showing signs of stopping.
My mind was out of this world and the only time I came back to reality was when I felt a cold, firm hand encircling my already hard length. My eyes flew open and I somehow managed to pull out of his grasp. We're both panting for air and I can see how his vision is completely l**t filled.
Before he has a chance to grab me again I bolt towards the door, grabbing my bag on the way out.
I'm a complete mess and it was all my fault. Not only did I just kiss a lecturer but I let him touch my most private part. I groaned out loud as I was safely away from him; back against the wall and shaking cold hands pressed against my face.
As much as I was terrified of what just happened a little part of me was still devastated at its fast end. I groaned once more as a pair of hot, firm lips and piercing brown eyes clouded my vision.
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