Man With The Crooked Smile Ch. 02

The weekend flew by, as time often does when one is not looking forward to the week ahead. Chris spent most of that time floating between a state of utter depression and total self-loathing.

He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he should have stopped Jake the moment he had felt the younger man's hand on his trousers – before then even; the moment their lips fist met, but if he was honest with himself he also knew that wild horses could not have stopped him from allowing what had happened.

As soon as Chris had climaxed under Jake's skillful touches that Friday afternoon in the lecture hall, it was as if his brain had somehow kicked itself back into gear and immediately he could see the situation for what it was: cold, impersonal, wrong. His imagination had given a fleeting birds-eye view of what they must have looked like at that moment; Jake on his knees under the table with most of his clothes on the dusty floor beside him and Chris, lying semi-supine in his chair, with his cock hanging limp and lifeless outside his trousers.

The image had shocked Chris back to reality and without so much as a glance in Jake's direction, he had jumped up and practically run from the room, so intent on getting the hell away from his student that he didn't even stop to redress until he was outside in the rain.

Shamefully, he had hidden in the faculty lounge until well after nine that night and when he eventually plucked up the courage to go back, he'd had to ask the security guard to unlock the lecture hall to allow him access to get his belongings. Afterwards he headed home, his head hanging and the rain pouring down and soaking him to the bone as an appropriate metaphor for his heartache.

And so, between days of self-flagellation and nights filled with dreams of bright eyes and crooked smiles, Chris tried desperately to figure out how he would explain himself the next time he and Jake crossed paths. That is, if they crossed paths again. For all he knew, Jake could well have spent his weekend requesting a different English tutor or, God forbid, even making an official complaint to the Dean. After all, he had such an honest, open face that all he had to do was say Doctor Patterson had tried to seduce him and everyone was sure to believe him.

But no, Jake wouldn't do that. At least of that, Chris could be certain. Even though he had fled without so much as a by-your-leave, embarrassing himself and probably humiliating the poor lad beyond belief, he still could not deny that there was something between them; something that went beyond the normality of simple physical attraction and when the connection is that new and that strong, neither party could wish to sever it with something so cruel as betrayal.

And you didn't betray him, running out like that? Chris thought to himself scornfully as he rinsed the soap from his hair. Monday morning had rolled around and still he hadn't come to any conclusions about how to handle the situation. If he were half the man he ought to be, he mused as he turned the temperature on the shower up to scalding, punishing his skin as if he could burn the impure thoughts away, then he would simply email a meeting request to Jake, and when he arrived simply apologize and explain that despite the obvious attraction, nothing could ever happen with them again because he was a teacher and Jake was a student. And it was wrong. Never mind that the man could make him as hard as a rock just by walking into the room, or that his sexy little smile was the star of most late night fantasies.

Chris groaned and turned the water to ice cold.

Once clean and dry, he grabbed a pair of faded jeans, threw a jacket over his plain black top and laced his trainers. He dressed quickly, refusing to even glance at his appearance in the mirror. He knew full well what he looked like. The lack of sleep these past few nights would have made his blue eyes dull and he was bound to have dark circles under them. He could tell just by looking at his extremities that his normally naturally tanned skin would be pasty and he couldn't even be bothered to shave so three days growth was just adding to the self-destructive look. In short, he looked like shit. He knew it and he just didn't care.

Grabbing his work bag from the chair where he had slung it haphazardly on Friday evening, he unzipped it roughly and pulled out the contents trying to find his class agenda for the day. After emptying half of the rucksack onto the chair he eventually found it folded neatly inside his dog-eared copy of Hamlet and pulled it open, his eyebrows raising and his mouth forming a silent Oh, when he unfolded it to discover that Jake has gotten to it first and written his name in every single timeslot for Chris' office hours that afternoon.

Chris turned it over and had to sit down. On the back Jake had, in very neat penmanship, written the words

'Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.'

(Hamlet 2,2)

Was this a declaration? Chris read it again. It had to be. There was no other way of reading this. After a moment more of sitting in stunned silence, he shook his head to clear his thoughts and reached for the phone. Calling University Administration, Chris faked a doctor's appointment and organised cover for his first class. Then he went back into the bedroom and pulled out a black tie, his smartest work shirt and the trousers that even he knew made his butt look really good. Eyeing himself in the mirror, he realised there wasn't much he could do about his pale skin and sunken eyes, but if he was to have an entire afternoon of meetings with Jake Marshall, the least he could do was shave.

-x-

Chris was sitting at his desk when Jake arrived at the door to his office, alerting the professor of his presence with two soft raps on the door in quick succession. As soon as his last lecture had finished, Chris had practically sprinted back to his office, arriving almost thirty minutes before office hours were due to commence and had spent the remaining time nervously rejecting and rescheduling other students who had wanted to meet with him that afternoon before tidying his desk, stacking paperwork into piles and pacing the floor impatiently. He knew his short blonde hair was probably a mess from him having run his fingers though it all day – a nervous habit he hadn't been able to shake since he was a child, and he did consider going to the men's bathroom to check his appearance in the mirror but he was concerned that Jake would arrive in his absence, realise that there was no-one in and leave, so he remained within the small windowless room, anxiously loosening his tie, then tightening it again before removing it altogether and undoing the top button of his shirt.

He had counted down the last seconds to 1pm on his wall clock, tensely waiting for Jake to arrive as he had indicated in his message, but Chris's heart still jumped into his throat when five minutes later he heard the knocking at his door.

Unclenching his hands from the desk and placing them on his keyboard as if in the middle of typing, he forced himself to speak. "Come in," he called, absurdly pleased that his voice sounded even despite the erratic beating of his pulse.

He watched as the handle slowly turned and the door opened, his breath hitching as the sole focus of his thoughts for the past three days walked into the room.

Jake looked beautiful. Jake always looked beautiful, but more so today than ever before, Perhaps it was because of the intimacies they had shared the Friday before, but for some reason on this overcast Monday afternoon Jake looked almost ethereal.

Chris forced himself to exhale but found himself tongue tied. Lucky for him, Jake spoke first.

"Did you get my message?" Chris nodded, his eyes widening slightly at the sound and entire body reacting to the voice as if it were a drug and he an addict.

Jake smiled slightly and turned to close the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone in the small room.

Chris watched, fascinated as the younger man took in his surroundings, realising with vague amusement that Jake needed tactile, as well as visual sensations in order to process. Under normal circumstances he would never have allowed one of his students to approach his bookshelf without permission, let alone remove novels as Jake was doing right now, but this situation was far from normal and Chris felt as strange sense of pride as Jake reached for his first-edition Dracula and began turning the book over in his hands, stroking the spine and running his fingertips over the cover.

"You enjoy gothic novels?" Chris found his voice at last. Jake nodded and placed the book back on the shelf with care. "Stoker wrote others you know," he replied as he continued to peruse Chris' collection, "But none of them came close to the popularity of Dracula."

"So many of the best writers ended up that way," Chris moved to stand next to his student. "If you like the Gothic genre I have other books I can recommend."

Jake turned to look at his lecturer and Chris realised suddenly how very close they had become. "Like what?" Jake asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Uh," Chris blinked and moved back a step. "Poe is good," he replied as he tried to regain some of the confidence he had felt only a moment before. "Or Mary Shelly. But if you like Gothic Horror you've probably read Frankenstein already." Oh Lord, was he stuttering?

"You're doing it again," Jake said quietly as he moved away from the bookcase and went to stand by the desk.

"Doing what?" Chris countered; his hands shaking as he blindly perused his collection of novels, pretending to search for books that may interest his student.

"Why did you run off the other day?"

All movement stopped suddenly and time seemed to stand still. It was as if the world had ceased turning and was just hanging frozen on its axis waiting with baited breath to hear Chris answer.

He closed his eyes for a moment. He had known this moment would come, but the procrastination had been nice; comfortable even, while it lasted. He found his voice at last and turned to face Jake. "I'm sorry," he began. "I shouldn't have left like that but what we were doing was wrong. You're my student and while you're at this institution you're supposed to be under my care." He paused for a moment, watching Jake's face for a reaction, but all he got was that beautiful, crooked smile. He continued, trying to convince himself as much as the man in front of him. "It's my fault entirely and I understand if you want to report me."

"Did it feel wrong?" Jake finally spoke and the interruption surprised Chris. "Sorry?"

"At the time, when we were kissing, when we were touching," Jake paused for a moment and stepped forward a few paces to stand just inside Chris' personal space, "when I was holding you in my mouth. Did it feel wrong?"

Chris gasped as images of the previous Friday came flooding back to him. He licked his lips subconsciously and could feel his groin tingle in arousal as Jake's eyes drifted to his dampened mouth.

He shook his head slightly, uncertain as to whether he was replying to Jake's question, or whether he was trying to refuse any further intimacies. Either way, it seemed to go unnoticed to the younger man and Chris gasped as his lips were claimed in a searing kiss that had his head spinning and his heart pounding in his chest.

Jake's lips were warm and soft against his. Chris could feel his knees fighting to keep his legs from folding beneath him as the younger man's tongue began to stroke insistently at his bottom lip, silently demanding entry into his mouth. He acquiesced and groaned when he felt the first touch of Jake's skilful tongue against his, gently teasing his own to life. They battled together playfully, each movement becoming more and more arousing, forcing Chris to grab hold of Jake's coat sleeves and pull him flush up against his own raging body.

Even through layers of winter clothing, he could feel that Jake was as needy as he; his entire body as tense as a guitar string and his hands carding awkwardly through Chris' hair, pulling his face impossibly closer.

They both pulled away together, gasping for oxygen and shaking uncontrollably. "Are you going to run again?" Jake asked as he moved his hands to rest casually on Chris' waist. There was humour in his voice, but Chris could see the tension and uncertainty in his eyes.

He shook his head mutely. There was no denying this, he knew that now. No matter how wrong, how morally reprehensible, he needed this. He needed Jake.

The younger man smiled again and moved towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked, suddenly terrified that Jake was going to abandon him as he had done the last time they were together, but knowing somehow that if that was the case, it was deserved.

"Nowhere," Jake replied, still grinning and making Chris' heart beat faster again. "I just don't want to be disturbed this time."

He turned his attention back to the door and clicked the lock into place.

-x-

Somewhere between Jake dumping his coat on the chair and Chris discovering that Jake really liked having his throat kissed, he also realised that unless he wanted a repeat of the previous Friday's post coital images permanently embedded in his brain, there was no way he was going to have sex for the first time with Jake in his office.

Tearing his mouth away from Jake's he stilled his hands and looked the younger man in the eye. "What's wrong?" Jake asked, concern showing in his wide brown eyes.

"Nothing," Chris replied quickly, "I just want don't want to rush this." He paused for a moment to form his words. He didn't want to get this wrong.

"I really like you Jake," He began carefully, "And I don't want our first time to be a quick fuck in a cramped office." He grinned as he watched Jake's face relax into a smile. Reassured, Chris took a deep breath and leapt in, feet first. "Come home with me tonight?"

Jake's smile grew impossibly wider as he nodded before kissing Chris with such passion that that they both had to grab hold of each other for support. When they came up for air it was Jake's turn to speak.

"If you check your schedule, Sir," he said with a playful grin, "You'll see I've booked time with you for the whole afternoon. By my calculations we still have over two hours until the day is finished and although I've agreed not to fuck you," he continued as he reached down to cup Chris through his trousers, eliciting a very satisfactory whimper, "that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of other things for us to be getting on with until we leave." And with that he pressed himself up against the lecturer, closing his eyes and moving his hips in such a way that had their erections rubbing against each other.

Chris groaned and reached for Jake's top, grabbing the hem and pulling it over his head in one swift move, growling satisfactorily when he realised that he had managed to divest him of his t-shirt at the same time and the younger man was therefore currently standing before him topless.

Whilst Jake moved to unbutton Chris' shirt, he took the opportunity to perform an intricate study of the younger man's torso both with his eyes and hands – an action which, he discovered to his satisfaction, soon had Jake quivering and tearing at his shirt in hasty desperation.

Within moments they were kissing again, both naked to the waist and pressed against one another, hands roaming over the others back and sides in exploration, discovering which strokes make the other groan and which gentle scratches elicited gasps or growls.

The feel of Jake's heated skin against his own was almost too much for Chris and he pulled away slightly, trying to calm his raging body. But Jake had other ideas and within moments he could feel the younger man's hand gently stroking him through his trousers, causing him to shake violently. But Chris had a plan.

Grabbing both of Jake's wrists he pinned them behind his back with one hand and grabbed his discarded tie with the other. "Not this time," he said to Jake's questioning face as he turned him around and tied his hands together, secretly humbled by the trust Jake was showing.

Turning him back so that they faced each other, he backed Jake up against the bookshelf and began kissing him again, hard and passionate, his left hand over the tie restraining the younger man as his right moved to the front of Jake's jeans and began gently rubbing and cupping erection.

Jake groaned into Chris' mouth and in response he raised his hand to the button and zip, slowly undoing the jeans, his left hand releasing Jake's wrist in silent trust that the younger man would know not to move his hands until permission was granted.

Once the jeans were open, he grasped the sides at the hip and pulled them and the boxers beneath down slowly, sighing in appreciation as Jake's rock hard penis became exposed to the cool air within the office. He lowered the jeans and underwear to Jake's ankles, never taking his eyes off the beautiful sight before him.

He ran his hands slowly back up the outside of Jake's thighs, running his fingertips over his hips and buttocks as he lowered his head and without preamble, took him in his mouth.

Jake gasped at the sudden sensation, then groaned as Chris began moving his head back and forth over the tip of his cock, his hands moving up Jake's back, blindly searching for the knot in the tie and releasing the younger man from his bindings.

Jake's hands immediately went to the back of Chris' head, resting there gently, his fingers running through his hair and gripping occasionally as Chris pulled back to lick the tip of his cock or run his tongue around the head in slow circles.

Chris could feel Jake's hips fighting to thrust with his actions and he reached behind the younger man again to stroke his buttocks, smiling around his mouthful when Jake cried out at the sensation of Chris' finger stroking gently against his entrance.

He moved his mouth away from Jake's cock and replaced it with his right hand, masturbating the younger man relentlessly as he angled his head to lick and suck at the testicles beneath. He took the opportunity to place his own fingers in his mouth, moistening them enough to avoid discomfort, before resuming his place at Jake's balls, his own cock becoming more and more aroused as he listened to the groans of pleasure coming from the man above him.

He took Jake's cock in his mouth again, warm and salty with pre-come and placed his finger once more on the tight circle of Jake's anus. He could sense Jake was close and after everything he had done he wanted to make certain Jake had an orgasm he never forgot. He began sucking in earnest, taking more and more of the younger man in his mouth each time he slid down, all the while his stroking finger at Jake's rear began gently probing and pushing into his anus, reaching inside and forcing Jake's hips to thrust uncontrollably.

Once comfort was assured he added a second finger, sucking and licking all the while, listening for any sound of pain or anxiety, but all he could hear was Jake calling his name quietly and moaning in ecstasy.

He knew his fingers had found what they had been searching for Jake's body went completely stiff for a second before he cried out and began twisting and thrusting wildly. He felt the cock in his mouth pulse once before his throat was filled with the result of Jake's climax; hot and salty and wonderful, coating his mouth as he swallowed, his own body crying out for release.

Jake's body went into spasm a few more times before he quieted and relaxed back against the bookshelf, releasing his death grip from Chris's hair and allowing him to stand.

"Oh my God," he said as Chris looked at him, strangely shy. "That was incredible!"