Teaching Teacher

Chapter Five

Seb watched Ruari's face closely. Twice in the same evening he had heard Miriam's name from different people.

Ruari's face darkened.

"A thorn in my side. An ultimatum from my mum." He paused; Seb waited. Ruari sighed. "Miriam," he said, "was the girl I was forced to marry."

Well, there’s a way to deflate you. Seb's heart missed a beat. Shit! What on earth could he say after that little bombshell? He grew conscious of Ruari pulling away from him mentally and physically. "No." He wasn't having that.

"No?" Ruari sounded puzzled, but was still gently moving out of him.

"Don't fucking pull away, Ru," he said "Metaphorically or physically." Ruari begin to shake and came out of him in a rush as his laughter ran through his body.

"Ouch." Ruari laughed ruefully. "Only a teacher would use big words at a time like this. Sorry, love, but if you make me laugh when I'm in you, I fall out. Which, if we are not careful, may well be irrefutably demonstrated."

It was Seb's turn to laugh now. "Irrefutably? Er, hello, pot, kettle, and black springs to mind here." He winced as he moved, and muscles unused for so long protested. "Hell, I'm so unfit. I obviously need to work out more often." Seb raised an eyebrow and leered. Ruari, who had begun to look pensive, responded in a like manner.

"Work outs, work ins. Both work for me. Just let me know." Ruari's tone was light again.

"Oh, you'll know," Seb promised. "Don't worry. Right. The bathroom is over there. Hurry back."

He watched as Ruari walked into the bathroom and moved slightly on the bed. Yup, definitely unfit.

He closed his eyes in despair as he thought of Ruari's stark statement. "The girl I was forced to marry." So many questions, but did he have the right to ask them? He sighed and opened his eyes as a cool damp cloth wiped gently over his butt.

"Thanks." He accepted the ministrations gratefully and smiled. "Come here a sec." He linked his hands behind Ruari's neck and pulled him close for a kiss. He rested his forehead on Ruari's. "We'll work it out, Ru. Whatever is going on, we'll sort it. I'm happy to follow your lead in this and tell it as it is. Whatever is happening, we're in it together, if you want it that way."

"No contest. Of course I do. If you think after a night like we've had I'm going to walk away from you, you need to hand in your notice now, for not having as much sense as a gnat." Ruari's grin was pure fun. "More balls than a gnat, I'll grant you, but if you think we're not going to give us a bloody good chance to see where what we've got is going, nope, definitely not as much sense."

No doubt about it, that was telling him—luckily. Seb said as much, and was rewarded with a kiss.

"Okay." He gave Ruari a hug. "You want to stay here and talk?"

"Ooh, pillow talk."

He laughed again. "Hey, if that's how I get your secrets." Fuck it! He could have cut his tongue out. What a shit thing to say. "Sorry. That wasn't meant the way it sounded," Seb said in a voice full of contrition. Luckily, he thought Ruari seemed to understand because he hugged him tightly.

"No problem, love. Oops, maybe kitchen talk?" Ruari's stomach’s rumbling was most unromantic.

"Good idea." Seb moved off the bed, grabbed a pair of jeans, and stopped. "Naked," he said.

"Huh?"

"Naked. We stay naked." He raised an eyebrow as he deliberately let his gaze roam over Ruari's body. Damn he was hot. "Okay?"

"Why not. Nowhere to hide anything. All our secrets will have to be shown." Ruari turned a full circle in front of him. He held his hands out from his sides as he moved. "See, nowhere to hide anything."

Seb looked him up and down. "You think so, eh? I see somewhere very good at taking something and hiding it." Ruari spluttered. Seb winked and went on with a sultry tone. "But then, I've explored it thoroughly, and yup, nowhere to hide anything. At the moment. Though, I think I'll need to check again later. And again and again, oh, and again."

"Oh, of course," Ruari said. "Back at you." His stomach growled again. "Oh, and as much as I want you naked, I also need food. Please."

"Come on, then. Let's feed you. Got to keep your strength up. As well as mine."

They wandered amiably into the kitchen. Ruari sat on a stool and watched as Seb looked in the fridge.

"Omelet," Seb decided. "Easy and fast. Okay by you?"

Ruari nodded. Seb busied himself, wondering just what secrets were going to be given up later. Well, if he was truthful, and he knew he had to be, he had a few skeletons himself.

He slid omelet onto plates and sat down next to Ruari. "Eat."

Ruari's stomach rumbled, and he laughed and nodded. "Oh I will, and not just the omelet." With a salacious wink, Ruari lifted his fork.

Seb watched the play of muscles and mentally shook his head at his thoughts. He had it bad if the sight of Ruari about to eat food had his cock twitching. He began to eat his own meal.

"God, that was good. You can cook all the time." Ruari looked at his empty plate with satisfaction."

"No way. We're going to have a partnership, share and share alike." Unease filled him, like a gush of freezing, unwelcome water thrown over him. Were they?

Fuck. Am I assuming too much? He had to know. "Er, we are going to have a partnership, aren't we?"

"Fucking sure we are," Ruari said. "A relationship, a partnership, a loving-ship, if that's a word."

"Well, in my book, it is." Seb held his hand out deliberately. "Lover."

Ruari took it. "Whew," he said. Seb listened to Ruari's relieved sigh with appreciation. "Lover," Ruari added.

"So, coffee and confidences?" Seb got out the coffee pot, and Ruari chuckled.

"Yup, sounds good. Now then, where on earth do I start?" Ruari asked. Worry flashed in his eyes. Seb loved the way they changed color with emotion. Rather like an emotional barometer Now they looked a smoky blue-green. When he was sexually aroused, they seemed a smoky gray. He willed Ruari on. In silence, he tried to show all the trust, and although he hardly dared admit it, all the love he knew he had for this man in his eyes. Even if he was not ready to say the words, he didn't want Ruari to think it was just "in the moment." Deep down he knew that after all these years, he had found his soul mate. He was home.

He brewed the coffee and sat back down with two mugs full.

"Well," Ruari said. "You've met my mum. I don't excuse it. Certainly don't condone it obviously, or I wouldn't be here like this now. But I guess in a strange way I can understand her attitude. Remember, she had a very tight, very sheltered upbringing. Her life, as she saw it, was to marry, have kids, and look after them and her husband. Do her duty, as she so elegantly put it. Well, she married, did her duty, and had me. A son. All hunky dory. Then my father dropped his bombshell: he wanted out. Not only the fact that he didn't love my mother, but that he was gay. Or in her eyes perverted, unnatural, and less than a man."

Ruari sat silent for a moment. Seb found he could say and do nothing, except simply hold Ruari close, to show him by his actions that he was there for him. After a few seconds, Ruari spoke again.

"When I was a few months old, Mum moved away from the island to live near her sister. So, as she said, Aunty Mairi could look after me while she worked. That was where Mum met Dad. Whether she fell in love or nor I don't know. She's never been a demonstrative type of mum. Not to me anyway. No cuddles and kisses when I fell over and scraped my knees or had a bad day at school. Dad did all that. He was my dad, treated me no different from Stacy or Ben, but I always knew Mum didn't have the same love and emotions for me as she did for them.”

Shocked and remembering how in his family everyone kissed and cuddled, Seb bit his lip. His mum was always there with a hug when needed. "My family will more than make up for that," he said. "My mum will have you smothered in kisses. Especially as you're just the right man for me. At last, our Seb's got it right and got you, " he said in a falsetto voice. "Worth waiting for." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "And I agree."

"I'll look forward to meeting everyone," Ruari said. "I don't think I'll ever be able to return the favor, though. Well, we will get together with Dad and the kids at some point. But Mum? No chance."

"Ah well, love, can't win 'em all." What else can I say? "And it's her loss."

"Too true," Ruari said soberly. "Anyway, I was all set to go to uni. Got great grades. And off I went, too young really. Up here you can go when you're seventeen, depending on when your birthday is, and if you get the grades. I went, had a great time, worked hard, and played hard." He obviously saw the way Seb was looking at him. "Yup, I thought I was gay. Enjoyed girls as friends but never in a sexual way. Then I met Chas. And I knew."

"So how did you, er, have to marry, if you were gay?" That had been puzzling Seb ever since he'd heard the news. "And how was your mum involved in it?"

"Very easily. I was gullible and stupid." Ruari's voice was bitter. "I was home for the summer. Miriam's parents were friends of my mum's from church. She was going to start at uni, a couple of years after me. So, it was please look after her. Take her under your wing. Make sure she's not lonely." He paused and looked Seb in the eye. "Fuck it, Seb, I never thought of her in a sexual way. Apart from Chas I was innocent in many ways. He'd gone back to the States for the summer. I was here and going about with a beautiful young girl. Chas joked about it to me. You know, make sure you don't go all bi on me. That sort of thing. Then just before we were due to go back to uni, Miriam well, threw herself at me one night. We'd been to the pictures. We were walking home, and it was 'Ruari, I love you.' God, Seb, I was gob smacked. I'd never even kissed her for Christ's sake. So, I tried to tell her that she was a great girl, but we were just friends, and I was involved with someone else."

"Did you say who?"

"Nope. She went fucking mad. Tried to scratch my eyes, clawed down my arms, and told me I'd be sorry." He paused. Seb pushed a mug toward him with steam rising from the contents. "Thanks." Ruari drank some coffee. "So, she ran off. I followed to make sure she got home okay and then went home myself. The next thing I knew was Mum’s dragging me out of bed and calling me all the names under the sun. The bitch had gone to her parents, told them she was pregnant, and I was the father."

"What? How fucking stupid could she be? So easy to disprove. Sheesh."

Ruari smiled. "You'd think so wouldn't you? But no one listened to me. I was told in no uncertain terms that I'd marry her or I would be charged with rape. And as I had high hopes of becoming a lawyer that wouldn't help my career because as I was told, accusations stick. I even opened up. Told them I was gay."

"What did they say?"

He laughed mirthlessly. "My mum said she'd been worried I was following the perverted path my father had taken, and this was the Lord's way of keeping me pure. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we were married. Then I was told I could stay at uni, we could live together, have the baby, and the families would pay for a nanny, so Miriam could still study."

"Was there even a baby, Ru?" All Seb could do was hug him tightly. There was nothing he thought he could say that would help Ruari as he relived his nightmare.

"Oh yeah, just not mine. A kid from school. She had the baby, a little girl. Miriam finished uni, and now lives in London, I think. Though she met this Greek guy and spends time in his country. I wish her well. Well away from me."

"And what about you?"

"Me? Oh I went back to uni, saw her flourish as a fresher, broke it off with Chas, and dropped out. Backpacked for a couple of years, then came back, got divorced, and bummed around in dead-end jobs. The total screw-up; that was me," Ruari said. "Till Dad gave me a severe 'what for', told me it was only myself I was failing. So I knuckled down, did night school, and opened the Jolly Roger. Upset my mum even more by doing so and got to know my brother and sister better. I was celibate, and I reckoned I was content till a tall dark dominie came into the bar, and I thought phew. Now this is my time."

"And phew back, and glad you think the same as I do. But there's still one question, and heaven help me, I've got to know the answer," Seb said. "Why did they ask if Miriam could be involved?"

***

"More dirty laundry." Ruari was heartened by the positive, loving look on Seb's face. He hadn't turned him away, then. "When I left, she was mighty pissed, especially when I said I wanted a DNA test. The child support agency still tried to come after me, even when she admitted it wasn't my child. But I was out of the country, and by the time I got back, she'd left uni, and was earning more than me, so in the end, it was a no-brainer. But when I went for divorce, I think she saw it as me getting back at her, so things were a bit, er, nasty for a while. Mum saying all Miriam had ever wanted was to 'set me straight.’ " He smiled as Seb choked. "Yup, didn't even see the double entendre. That's my mum for you. Anyway, when I opened the pub, and people realized it was primarily for same-sex couples, there was a bit of aggro from some upright citizens. Miriam had sent a letter to the paper condemning the idea, and we got some fairly nasty anonymous letters. No proof who'd sent them but a fair guess.

"But since then, according to Mum, who takes every opportunity to tell me what I'm missing, Mirian's got a brilliant job, a rich husband, and another baby." He finished his coffee and stared into the empty mug. "Good luck to her, and I'm glad she's doing well. I just can't see her pulling anything like tonight's stunt. Coming in and telling me I'm a bastard, yes, but not this. It would dirty her to go into the loos. She might, horror, find two girls in there—together! Shit, I need a drink."

Seb got up and walked to a tall cupboard to take out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Ruari admired the way he moved, his ass taut, his legs toned. As Seb returned, he could see and drool over that magnificent cock, half erect, swaying and begging to be eaten. Almost as much as a turn on as when he'd been moving inside him.

"Fuck, Seb, I get hard just looking at you," he said frankly. "I can only thank the gods who brought you into the bar tonight."

"No gods. Stacy."

"Sorry?" Ruari was confused. "Okay, I thought you said Stacy brought you in. As in my sister, Stacy? She's underage."

"Not for much longer, if the birthday party they were talking about and planning is hers. And she's the only Stacy in Senior Six as far as I know. But indirectly, yes, she brought me to you. I overheard her bragging about your pub at school. Not to me, but I took note. Walked in, saw you behind the bar, and thought now I know why I had to come here." Seb uncorked the wine bottle and poured the ruby red liquid into two glasses.

"Whew." Ruari was silent as he assimilated in how their emotions meshed. He took the glass Seb gave him and swirled the contents, watching as drops clung to the sides, before slowly sliding back into the rest of the wine. "Fuck, what date is it?"

"Twenty-eighth, why?"

"You're right. It is Stacy's birthday. On the sixth. Thank God you overheard," Ruari said. "I'd have kicked myself if I hadn't remembered. You deserve a reward."

Seb smiled, a smile that lit up his face." Oh, Ru, I got my reward. I got you."

Aahh. Hell, he knew how to hit the spot.

"That deserves a kiss." He turned and took Seb in his arms, opened his mouth, and began to dance his tongue around Seb's lips, which parted to allow him entrance. Seb's breath hitched as he moved his tongue, so Seb got the full effect of his tongue stud rolling around his mouth. Damned if the thought of how much Seb seemed to like his piercings hadn't made him rock hard. He moved his hands and unerringly found Seb's nipples. Oh my God. What a fucking turn-on these pierced nipples are. He ran his fingers around the edge of each nub before homing in on the silver bands and tugging gently.

"Fuck me, that is so good." Seb moaned the words. His voice was deep and full of longing. "You're sending my senses into overdrive. I need you, Ru. I need to have my mouth on your cock, your mouth on my cock."

"You need?" Ruari was confident enough to tease now. "Oh, well. Needy, eh?"

"And wanting. So put on a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing else." Seb's voice was firmer, stronger.

"Domineering?"

Seb almost purred at him. "You bet. Dress now."

"Why?"

"So I can have the pleasure of seeing you strip. Right here," Seb said. "Well, in the lounge this time. The washing machine on spin cycle can wait until later.” He grinned. "That will be something worth waiting for. Now I want to see you reveal yourself to me. Before we take each other."

Ruari turned a saucy smile on his lover. The washing machine? That sounds interesting.

"Well now." He saw the warning look in Seb's eyes. "What a good idea." He left the room and walked swiftly to the bedroom. Ruari knew exactly which shirt and jeans he wanted. Seb was going to be begging, not demanding, before he'd finished. Deftly, he adjusted his penis, so the long, hard ridge showed thick and proud beneath the faded, taut denim. Quickly he walked back along the corridor to where Seb was waiting, sitting on the settee, his cock held in his hands.

Seb's eyes were hot and greedy on him, making his prick hard. Precum showed on the throbbing head of Seb's cock.

"Strip." Seb commanded.

"In here? On the floor?" Ruari pulled his T-shirt off and waited. Not for long. Seb turned those come-to-bed eyes on him.

"Oh yes. In here, at once." Seb was all dominant. Then he smiled, softening his demands and his dominance. "On the floor, on the couch, hell, on the coffee table, as long as it's now."

There was a thought. Ruari stretched over the coffee table, his ass presented toward Seb, his cock held fast beneath him until one of them gave it its rightful ministrations. Fuck . Slow down or you won't be able to get your jeans off.

Ruari saw Seb still looking at him, his impatience showing. It seemed Seb was as horny as he himself. Is it worth a little teasing? Cock teasing maybe? Why not. Ruari decided to live dangerously. He lifted his body slightly so he could reach underneath and smiled a secret, watch-and-weep smile. He deliberately pulled the zipper on his jeans down, one excruciating inch by another.

As the zipper lowered, he could hear Seb's ragged breathing and see his hands moving faster up and down his cock. Shit, I wanted his mouth there, not Seb's hands . He opened his mouth to speak. Seb forestalled him.

"Don't worry, love, I'm not going to come. I'm waiting for you to do that for me. But I am getting impatient. Undo the bloody zip! Now! I want to see your cock spring out for me."

Right. So better do as I'm asked, then. Because I want his lips around my cock. "My pleasure." He smiled and inched the zip down as far as it would go. He maneuvered the waistband down over his ass. Gingerly because his cock was swollen so hard. He didn't want any accidents

"Stop."

"What?" He knew his voice sounded confused. Hell, he was confused . Take them down. Leave them where they are. What the fuck? Seb stood up and moved behind him, and he realized why. He was stuck. His cock and ass were bare. His legs were held by the set of his jeans. Interesting. What next?

"Bend right over. Away from the table."

Mmm, now very interesting. He was fairly sure Seb wasn't going to fuck him in the ass. There were no condoms or gel around. So… He experienced a gentle push in the small of his back, and he bent his knees to stop himself from falling. He put his hands onto the carpet and found indeed he was bowed over.

"Raise your ass. Come on, show me that pretty ass, Ru. Let me see where you want my cock. Oh yeah, love. Just like that."

Seb's ground his cock against Ruari's ass. Ruari's breathing grew ragged. His pulse so rapid he thought he might faint. Or come. And shit, he had no intention of doing either.

"You know, Seb, you're killing me here." A hand reached between his legs, caught hold of his cock, and caressed. Fuck!

"No, I'm not," Seb said. "I'm loving you."

Oh my. Well, then . "Carry on, love"

"Oh, I intend to." Seb's hand moved away. It felt like a blanket of love had been removed, leaving him bereft. Not for long however.

"Lie down. Flat on your face."

Uh? Ruari wondered what good that was. In the interest of experimentation, he did as Seb had asked him to and stretched out on the floor.

"Roll over. Slowly, don't get stuck. Mmm, just like that."

He rolled onto his back and saw Seb was kneeling next to him. Seb moved his hands to touch his own tantalizing silver rings that encircled his nipples and his gaze was on Ruari's rock-hard cock. Seb's own cock was no slouch in the look-at-me stakes either. It rose up proud, strong, and taut from its nest of dark curls. Ruari knew he needed to experience its silky hardness in his mouth. He lifted his hands and drew Seb toward him. "Give me your cock," he murmured. "Let me taste you,"

Seb slip down onto the carpet and reclined beside him, his cock settling tantalizingly next to Ruari's mouth. Taking hold of those enticing, provoking silver rings and rubbing his fingers over them and Seb's nipples, he lifted his head. His mouth watered as he flicked his tongue out and stroked the tip over the smooth head, circling, caressing, and loving. He experienced the perfect pressure build as Seb moved inexorably toward his climax. He listened to Seb's moan and found himself moaning in tandem as his own cock was similarly caressed.

Was there anything better than loving and being loved? Giving and knowing your gift was received and returned? Ruari didn't think so. Lying on the rug next to his lover, Ruari relished the moment. He savored all the sensations as Seb grew under his tongue, and his own cock twitched and begged for release. Seb tugged on his piercing at the same time as he sucked him hard. Ruari's climax rushed up to overwhelm him, and he went with the flow, then screamed, "Sebastian."

That was enough for Seb. He came. Semen flowed like lava into Ruari's mouth. Amazing. As Ruari swallowed him, he was aware of such intense emotions that he could have easily cried—from happiness. How long they lay there, just holding each other, giving a gentle touch, a soft kiss, he didn't know, but eventually, he stirred.

"Seb, it's fucking chilly down here." Ruari sounded plaintive. "Stone floors even under a carpet, do not make the best bed." Ruari's deep chuckle surrounded him, showing what he presumed was not a serious complaint.

"Nope," he agreed. "But it took us a while to discover it." Seb laughed. "However, now that we have, shall we, er, adjourn to somewhere much more comfortable? I'm getting too old for this. At least we're not on our knees."

"Well, that's something, I guess. Okay. I think the bed is the way to go." Ruari stood up and held his hand out. "Come on, ups-a-daisy. Ow!"

Seb slapped his butt. "Okay, oh, old getting person. How old are you anyway?"

"Thirty-four," Ruari said. "You?"

"Thirty-three in December. Perfectly matched." Seb was sure the marked satisfaction in his voice was noticeable as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

"Yup. So come on, toy boy. Let's go to bed."

Seb was content to walk arm in arm along the corridor and to the bedroom, slip under the covers, and fall asleep in his lover's arms. He could only hope Ruari was of the same opinion. Judging by the long low sigh he heard, he was.