Chapter 13
A S THE SUN set for the evening, Daniel stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to his professor’s house and wondered what he was walking into. A soft light illuminated the inside of the home, and Professor Hayes’s words from earlier came back to him.
“My house. I’ll turn the light on when I’m home.”
And, true to his word, the professor had turned his light on for him.
He nervously rubbed his hands together as he tried to get a handle on his excitement.
He’d reminded himself the entire way over not to get his hopes up.
He had no idea what his teacher wanted to discuss with him, but he was hoping that after the kiss they’d shared last Friday and the look he’d aimed his way that morning, they were both finally on the same page.
He took the stairs two at a time until he was at the top and crossing the deck to the back door as fast as his feet would carry him.
When he found it open, as if the professor were waiting on him, he had to tell himself to calm down, because that…
That is a fucking hot thought. Jesus . His palms were sweating, and his cock was so hard at the idea that Professor Hayes was inside waiting that he was surprised he could even walk.
The curtains were drawn closed, but they swirled every time the breeze ruffled through them, and the anticipation of what was to come sent a jolt of lust straight down to his balls.
Carefully, he drew the thin material to the side.
As he stepped over the threshold, like he had the first time he’d come to the professor’s house, he scanned the room for the owner.
Professor Hayes was nowhere in sight, but the lamp over in the corner was on and the living room was muted in the soft glow given off by the singular bulb.
Daniel stood there, trying to work out what the fuck to do next, but then his teacher strolled out of the kitchen.
He decided right then that he didn’t care if he got expelled from class or, hell, thrown out of school.
It would be totally worth it to continue looking at the man standing in front of him.
Dressed as he had been earlier in the day, Professor Hayes was wearing a light blue polo sweater with an upturned collar, and he looked full-on New England prep.
Scholastic in an upstate kind of way, because no one down in Florida would be caught dead wearing a sweater at this time of the year. It was just too fucking hot.
Daniel smiled as his professor walked around the couch and then gestured for him to come in.
He kicked his shoes off and kept his eyes on the expectant ones watching him.
And God, his eyes are such a stunning green.
At times light, then, at others, dark. Tonight, it was hard to tell from where he was standing, and when he finally took a seat opposite Brantley, he was too tongue-tied to ask.
“Evening, Finn.”
Oh, fuck. Yep. Okay. He was done. This guy had him so fucking wired that he might as well just offer himself at his feet, because just hearing his name come out of that mouth without begging for it had him a hair away from pleading for something else.
“Professor—”
“Brantley.”
Daniel had to bite his bottom lip to hold back the triumphant grin that was itching to spread across his mouth.
“When you’re in this house, I think we both know that you are not thinking of me as your professor.”
He’d known Brantley’s name from the minute they’d met, but being invited to say it, use it—and fucking scream it, if he got his way—was a victory all in itself.
“Brantley,” Daniel said, savoring the sound of it as he relaxed into the leather of the couch.
Brantley shook his head as he placed one of his ankles up on his knee. “You know, the first time I saw you, I promised myself I wouldn’t touch you…”
It took all of Daniel’s willpower not to stand up and go over to where Brantley was sitting, but he managed to stay where he was.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be close to him, but Brantley’s brown hair was flirting with his collar, and he looked so unbelievably sexy that Daniel was having a hard enough time not touching himself.
If he got close to him, then it would all be fucking over.
Brantley continued talking, but all Daniel kept hearing on repeat was touch and you .
Hell, that wasn’t much of a shocker, though.
He was nineteen, gay, and sitting across from the hottest man he’d ever seen.
Add in that Brantley was older and every single fantasy he’d ever had was right there, wrapped up in a polo sweater and a pink fucking tie ? —
“Finn?”
“Yes,” he managed.
“What is it you want from me? Because, honestly, this is all a little…tricky. I mean, are you just looking for a quick fuck?”
His throat dried at the direct question, and then he decided, Fuck it , and reached down to massage his erection through his shorts. God, he was hard. So fucking hard that it was close to painful.
Brantley’s eyes lowered to his hand, and Daniel made sure to spread his legs, allowing him to see everything.
“I asked you a question, Finn.”
He groaned low in his throat when Brantley got to his feet, and he was so afraid he was about to leave that he removed his hand and sat up, saying, “I want anything you want… I mean…”
As Brantley stopped in front of him and peered down, Daniel swallowed his nerves and made himself speak again.
“I want it slow, fast, however the fuck you want to give it to me. I just want to be able to touch you. But I’m pretty sure I was clear about that on Friday when I had my tongue in your mouth.”
Brantley chuckled. “Well, that’s direct.”
“That seemed to be what you wanted. And you asked.”
“That I did,” he said, and then his eyes moved to the zipper of his shorts.
“What do you want from me ?” Daniel asked, figuring that, at this stage, he didn’t have anything left to lose.
When Brantley licked his bottom lip, Daniel reached for the button of his shorts and freed it. “Do you want this?”
Brantley’s eyes snagged his and had Daniel’s hand freezing in place.
“Please tell me you’ve done this before.”
“This?” he asked. “As in strip for my professor?”
Brantley scrubbed a hand over his face. “No. Jesus. When you say that ? —”
“It sounds so fucking hot,” Daniel said as his fingers started to move again. He gripped the zipper of Brantley’s shorts and pulled it down.
Brantley’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. When it was undone and he could get his hand inside and beneath his tight briefs, Daniel groaned at the pleasure he felt from finally touching himself.
“Finn.”
As his name rose above the rush of blood ringing in his ears, he saw Brantley remove his sweater.
Oh, fuck, he’s gonna strip for me. If that were the case, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out, because just the idea of seeing Brantley naked had him close to an orgasm.
The reality, he feared, might make this moment embarrassing.
But when the sweater was tossed aside and Brantley loosened his tie—that was where he stopped. He then surprised the fuck out of Daniel by moving closer to the couch, between his spread legs, where he asked again, “Have you done this before? As in had sex?”
Daniel nodded as he looked up at the man who was now placing one knee on the outside of his thigh. When he realized what he was doing, Daniel shut his legs slightly so Brantley fucking Hayes could straddle his lap.
Never in his wildest imagination had he thought that this scenario, one he’d fantasized about, would actually happen. Then Brantley took his chin in a tight grip and held his face still.
“Okay,” he said, and before Daniel could even blink, Brantley’s other hand was snaking down between them and slipping beneath his briefs.
“You want me,” Brantley said as his warm fingers found Daniel’s aching shaft, “then you better get to showing me. But know that once you do, I don’t plan to let you out of my sight until I’m done with you. Got it?”
As Brantley drew his fist up the entire length of his cock, Daniel shut his eyes. His head fell back on the couch until warm lips pressed under his ear and Brantley whispered, “If that isn’t what you want ? —”
“It is,” Daniel said as his eyes snapped open and his hands whipped out to grab Brantley’s hips. “More than you fucking know.”
brANTLEY STARED DOWN into Daniel’s eyes as he knelt over his lap.
His palms were stroking up and down his spine, and each time his fingers came to his tailbone, Daniel— the arrogant flirt— would tease his crack just enough to have him propelling his hips forward in an effort to increase the pressure on his dick.
This Daniel was so far removed from the young man he’d once straddled that it was almost unreal to believe he was one and the same.
The experience and self-confidence Daniel was exuding made this feel so new.
He was commanding and controlled with every move he made, and each time he issued an order, God help him , Brantley wanted to do nothing more than obey.
Daniel’s cock wept all over his own, and the mess between the two of them was going to be nothing short of spectacular by the time this was all over—but holy hell. Brantley wasn’t about to bring it to a halt.
He remembered all too well the night he’d sat on Daniel’s lap and his gorgeous student had fucked his fist until he had come. And if that was what Daniel wanted from him now, he was more than willing to give it to him.
He placed a hand on one of Daniel’s broad shoulders and leaned back. Then he licked his palm and reached down to wrap it around Daniel’s cock.
“Yes,” Daniel said as Brantley lowered his eyes and watched him rock his hips, pumping his cock through his fist. “Do it.”
Brantley wasn’t sure what came over him then, but it was as if the order and Daniel’s greedy gaze had cast a spell on him, because he couldn’t move his hips fast enough.
As though he were inside a tight hole instead of his own fist, Brantley picked up the pace and started to masturbate for the man who was eagerly watching his hips piston back and forward toward completion.
But it wasn’t until Daniel brought his eyes back up to meet his and said, “You better be fucking sure before you come all over me, because Brantley? This time, I don’t plan to let you out of my sight until I’m done. Got it?” that he exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm all over both of them.
Their past and present collided spectacularly, and as they collapsed onto the rug in a tangle of arms and legs, Brantley wondered if they would ever be able to disentangle themselves long enough to find a new place to begin.