Chapter 15
Shawn was walking to his last class of the day when he saw Rutledge walking the other way.
His steps faltered for a moment before he averted his gaze and continued walking, determined to ignore him.
Except Rutledge didn’t let him.
He grabbed Shawn’s arm as they were passing each other. “A word, Mr. Wyatt.”
Shawn wet his lips, his heart pounding. He looked straight in front of him. “I don’t think we have anything to talk about, Professor.”
The grasp on his hand tightened. “A word.”
Shawn glanced around. “Let go. You’re attracting attention.”
Rutledge removed his hand and bit out, “Follow me.”
“I have a class in a few minutes.”
“I’ll write you a note,” Rutledge threw over his shoulder before walking away.
“That’s abuse of power,” Shawn grumbled but did follow him.
Rutledge led him into a classroom at the end of the hall. It was empty.
Shawn closed the door. “Look, this is—”
Rutledge slammed him against the wall and crushed their lips together.
Goddammit, not this again. But he was already kissing back and gasping into Rutledge’s mouth.
The kiss was messy and needy, Rutledge pressing against him as though he was trying to embed him in the wall.
Shawn whined when the kiss ended as suddenly as it began.
Rutledge buried his face against the side of Shawn’s throat, breathing deeply, his body tense as hell. “I want to fuck you.” Rutledge sucked hard on the side of his neck, his hands kneading Shawn’s ass and pushing their crotches together. “Need to fuck you again.”
Shawn closed his eyes, trying to think, trying to remember how to breathe because it didn’t seem like he was getting any oxygen to his brain and all his blood seemed to have drained into his cock and his head was blissfully empty. He couldn’t for the life of him remember why it was such a bad idea—
“Why would Shawn be here—Oh.”
Shawn froze. Rutledge went very still, his lips still on Shawn’s neck.
Then they both turned their heads.
Christian stood in the half-open doorway, his mouth agape.
“He’s not here,” he said loudly, stepped back, and shut the door.
His face hot, Shawn sighed. “I should go.”
But he didn’t move.
Rutledge leaned his forehead against the wall next to Shawn’s head. His hands were still gripping Shawn’s hips, his thumbs on the bare skin of Shawn’s lower stomach. “This is all your fault,” he said, his voice terse.
Shawn huffed, buried his hand in Rutledge’s hair and tugged. “How is this my fault?”
“You shouldn’t have decided to leave early,” Rutledge said irritably, placing greedy, open-mouthed kisses on Shawn’s neck. “If you hadn’t done that, I would have fucked you a few more times until it got boring enough.”
“Charming,” Shawn said dryly—or rather, tried to, but his voice came out a little breathy.
Rutledge lifted his head from his neck. His pupils were completely blown as his gaze alternated between Shawn’s eyes and mouth. “I’ll come to your place tonight and we will fuck.” That wasn’t a question.
Shawn wet his lips. “Already forgot about the twins?”
Wrong answer. He should have refused outright.
Rutledge stared at his lips, his thumbs stroking Shawn’s bare stomach. “Aren’t kids supposed to go to sleep early?”
“I— I can’t leave them alone. What if they wake up?”
“We’ll be quiet.”
Shawn wasn’t sure he could be quiet. Not when he already had to swallow back moans just from having Rutledge’s hands on his stomach.
“But—”
“I’ll come tonight,” Rutledge said firmly. “And we’ll fuck.”
He started leaning in to kiss Shawn again, but stopped, looked away, and stalked out of the room.
Shawn banged his head against the wall and had to wait for a while until his arousal faded and he could think—and move—again.
“How very nice of you to deign us with your presence, Mr. Wyatt,” Professor Travis said when he entered the classroom. “Only twenty minutes late.”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Shawn said, trying not to squirm under her sharp gaze. Professor Travis had never particularly liked him, but her class was actually one of his best, so she usually had no reason to criticize him. Until now.
“Do you have any explanation, Wyatt?”
Shawn rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, yes. Professor Rutledge had an urgent task for me. He told me to apologize to you on his behalf. He’s the reason I’m late.”
The woman’s eyebrows flew up. “Professor Rutledge?”
“Yep,” Shawn said, trying hard not to laugh. He couldn’t imagine Rutledge apologizing for anything, much less to this woman. “I’m really sorry for my tardiness, but if you have a problem with it, you’ll have to take it up with Professor Rutledge.”
Like hell she would.
Professor Travis still looked puzzled but nodded. “Very well. Sit down, Wyatt.”
Shawn headed to his usual seat next to Christian.
“An urgent task, huh?” Christian murmured as soon as Shawn took his seat. “Like sucking his dick?”
Shawn felt himself blush. “Come on—”
“Look,” Christian said quietly, his brown eyes looking at him intently. “I’m not judging. But you shouldn’t have lied. It’s over, my ass.”
Shawn winced. “I really thought it was over, I swear. And it is. But…”
“But?”
Sighing, Shawn murmured, “I’m kind of really bad at thinking with my head when he puts his tongue in my mouth.”
Christian stared at him for a short while before shaking his head slowly. “This is so weird, man. I mean, this isn’t even some random guy we’re talking about. It’s Rutledge. Rutledge!”
“I know. I know it’s weird, and stupid, and totally crazy and pointless. He’s everything I don’t want, but at the same time… Shit, it’s fucking with my mind.”
“But you still want him.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“He thinks if we fuck a few more times, it’s bound to get boring.” Shawn leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “He’d better be right.”
He’d better be.