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Aidan Nelson and his new professor, Dale
Keenan, start off on the wrong foot. Late to class, Aidan gets a dressing down
before those gathered, and it’s not so fun. What is fun is the instant attraction between the two.
Dale doesn’t get involved with students, or
at least he didn’t. Aidan is different. The slightly older student gets under
his skin and makes him want things he believed he’d never want again.
Exploring what lies between them seems like
a great idea but he begins wanting more. Will Aidan? Can the handsome student
learn his future is with the professor?
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Aidan
Nelson adjusted his backpack, altered his body’s angle, and did his best to
avoid direct hits from the hard pounding rain as he jogged over the quad toward
his destination—the dry classroom. Where
I’m already late. Myth and Reality in the American Past was the class he’d
much rather be sleeping through. The professor for this class put nearly
everyone to that precise state anyway with his monotone voice.
He
muttered unpleasant words under his breath as he continued on. What the hell possessed me to become a
history major? Somedays I think I should’ve picked something a bit more
exciting. Like fermentation sciences, at least then I could be drinking on a
day like this and not hopping over the puddles trying to make it to class
before the thing fucking ends.
Even
as he continued on, he knew he’d never study anything else. He loved history.
Just today he’d much rather stay in bed and sleep. His roommate, Giles, and the
man’s girlfriend kept him up all night with their screaming, and yes, both of
them did.
Faking it, if you ask me.
He
drew open the door as a yawn escaped. This was going to be a huge effort on his
part not to fall asleep at the dry, dull tone of his ancient professor. The man
looked like he’d been there during the American past and could very easily be
giving firsthand experience.
Shaking
his head to dislodge the excess water, Aidan hustled down the hall to the doors
to the auditorium. He yanked it open and stepped inside.
Two
things hit him at once. One, it wasn’t Professor Larks boring the class into a
stupor, but a guest lecturer. And two, the class wasn’t bored.
He
stared down the steps to the man in the front of the room. Professor Keenan.
Lust slammed into Aidan the second he took in the silver grayed hair, fit body,
and the way the black slacks formed against the professor’s body.
Great. Now not only am I
late but I get to sit through class with my dick hard and pressing against my
wet jeans.
It
had been far too long since he’d had a good night of sex. With the new
roommate, he hadn’t quite felt comfortable bringing a man home. While he didn’t
flaunt his preference, and tended to keep it separate from other parts of his
life, he wasn’t stupid. Not with all the shit going on these days.
“Nice
of you to join us, Mr. Nelson.”
Aidan
froze as every head in the large room swiveled toward him. Sure, it wasn’t full
capacity, hell hardly even a quarter, but regardless he didn’t need all of them
staring at him like he was an ass. How
did this guy know my name?
“Didn’t
realize we were taking attendance in a lecture.” Aidan made his way to a seat,
setting his bag in the empty chair beside him.
“When
there are thirty-five in a class and only thirty-four here, it’s not hard.”
Aidan
bristled. It was university, not high school. “Now there are thirty-five.” He
barely kept the remainder of his snarky reply contained. He had a short temper;
it’s why school had taken him so long to get to. Most of the people in the
class were younger than him by ten years, but he’d had life to live before
getting back into school.
The
professor stared for a moment before turning away from him. Aidan grabbed his
notebook and sat back, attention on the hot fill-in, guest lecturer. In truth,
he loved this class, loved all his classes.
He’d
already missed half the class and he couldn’t find the wherewithal to
concentrate now. Grateful he had chosen his seat in the back—last of the used
rows, there were still many behind him—he allowed his right hand to drift below
the notebook and settle up on his denim encased cock. Gently, he moved the heel
of his hand over the damp material, creating more friction as he listened and
took notes. Well, the best he could.
To
be truthful, most of his notes were chicken scratch and when the lecture ended,
he hadn’t resolved anything, just created more of a need to jack off.
Or have sex.
He
gathered his items slowly while others hurried out. Personally, he wasn’t in a
rush to get back out in the storm. He didn’t have another class for two hours
and would at least be on time for this next class.
“Mr.
Nelson.”
Deep.
Sexy. Masculine. The voice moved over him, and he hid a shudder.
Peering
up he found himself staring at the man in front of him. “Yes, Professor?”
“I
don’t tolerate people coming in late to my class. Next time, if you’re going to
be late, don’t bother coming in at all. It’s disrespectful and distracting to
the other students, the ones who want to learn and value my time at the front
of the class. I suggest you leave your dorm room earlier if you’re having
troubles getting here.”
Aidan
licked his lips and tilted his head. “First, I don’t believe this is your class. Two, I don’t live on campus
and was detained by an accident. Three, I pay to attend school here, if I want
to come in one minute before the class lets out, I can.”
Professor
Keenan shook his head. “No, you can’t. This is now my class, as Professor Larks
won’t be coming back this semester. Had you been here early, it would have been
explained to you and you would have received the new synopsis for the rest of
the course. As it is, I would suggest you find your way to my office and pick
one up. I have Larks’ office.” He leaned closer, bringing with him a scent of
sandalwood. Aidan’s gut clenched with hunger. “This is a new day, Mr. Nelson.
My classroom, my rules.” He backed off and walked up the aisle.
Aidan
turned, watching the man’s tight ass as he left. “Shit,” he muttered, releasing
a shaky breath. “Shit, shit, shit.”
He’d
been so tempted to lean in and press his lips to the professor’s, it wasn’t
funny. Sure, he’d had some instant attractions before, but nothing at all like
this. Silver fox suddenly held an entirely different meaning for him now.
Thunder
shook the building, and he glanced around him. Alone in the room. The huge
room. And he knew that this particular auditorium stayed empty for another two
hours on this day, tomorrow there was a class directly after theirs but today,
he had the place to himself. He put his notebook back in his bag and undid the
single button on his jeans. The zipper he lowered carefully and groaned in
relief when his cock sprang free.
There
was a reason he went commando. Another look around and he curved his hand
around his dick. Although, truth be told, if there was some peeping Tom lurking
about sneaking a peek at him, he wouldn’t mind. Aidan loved the risk factor,
that someone could come in or may be watching him. Stare at him with his cock
in hand and wish they could touch him, or be touching themselves as they found
their own release.
He
stroked, up and down, alternating the pressure he applied. Eyes drifting closed
before they bounced back open, he thought of the touch he’d been missing for so
long. Up and down he worked his hand, pinching the head of his pulsing cock to
delay his release.
Swiping
his hand over the head, he moaned at the explosion of feeling that rocked
through him. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep his sound contained and
increased his speed.
It
wasn’t long and drawn out, it was a need for short release. He grunted low and
came with a rush. His hand covered with cum, he swore as he dug in his bag for
something to clean himself up with. A second shirt.
Now
a bit more relaxed, he cleaned up, put the shirt away, and pushed to his feet.
He zipped his bag and strode up toward the door just as it opened to allow in a
kissing couple.
He
mumbled as he moved by them and stepped out into the hallway. Empty of all
people and outside hadn’t let up on the rain any.
Thank God my next class
is in this building as well. Just on the sixth floor. Watching the power flicker, he
ignored the elevator and began the trek up the stairs. As he walked, he thought
about the professor again.
Wonder what happened to
the old man.
He paused on the fourth floor and debated going to see if he could actually
persuade his new prof to give him a copy of the notes he’d missed. They had a
mid-term nearing, and he needed all the help he could get. Okay, so it wasn’t
that dire but he had no intentions of dropping his GPA.
Aidan
pushed onto the floor from the stairs and made his way to what he remembered to
be the other professor’s office. The door was shut with Professor Keenan’s name
on the plaque. He knocked twice, and no answer was forthcoming.
“You
looking for Keenan?”
He
turned to spy an older white woman nearing.
“Yes.
Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“Probably
not until closer to six. I know he has a class until five-fifty.”
“Thank
you.”
“No
problem. I’ve seen you around. You stopped by occasionally when Dr. Larks was
around.”
“He
okay?”
“Not
really. Had a heart attack over the weekend, so Dr. Keenan took over. They knew
each other from another university.”
“And
how long has Dr. Keenan been teaching history?”
“Years
and years.” She gave him a kind smile. “I know this is hard with mid-terms
approaching, but he’s a great teacher. Always has his door open to help
students. You’ll be fine.” She patted him on the arm and walked off.
Sure. Problem is, this
man already doesn’t like me much. Not sure how willing he will be to help me
out.
With
a low groan, he made his way back to the stairwell and headed up the final two
flights he had to traverse before his class. Seated outside the door, he tried
to make some sense of the chicken scratch he took from the previous class. It
wasn’t working. His thoughts were still too focused on his new, hot as fuck
professor.
