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First published December 4, 2014
Shawn pulled off the cock with a little pop and looked up at Rutledge, still tasting him all over his tongue. He blinked up at him and had to suppress the ridiculous urge to ask if he was doing okay, like a pupil eager to please his teacher. “What?” he said instead. As usual when he was nervous, his voice came out a bit cocky. He tended to overcompensate sometimes.
Rutledge just looked at him for what seemed like forever, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over. Eventually he said, “Is this your first dick, Wyatt?” Rutledge’s voice was rough and guttural, as though he was the one who’d just spent the past few minutes with a dick in his mouth.
“Does it matter?”
Rutledge’s lips twisted. “No. But that explains why you’re so bad at it.”
Shawn scowled and squeezed the guy’s erection. “Your dick seems to think I’m doing all right.”
Rutledge sneered. “It just proves how easy we men are.” He looked at Shawn’s lips. “Go on, but stop overthinking it. You don’t think in class, but now you think too hard when you shouldn’t be thinking.”
Shawn glowered at him but nodded.
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“But I don't like him,” Emily said stubbornly but lowered her voice. “Don't like how he looks at you.”
“How he looks at me?” Shawn repeated.
“Like Bee looks at a pancake.”
"You have a bit of an oral fixation, Wyatt. Your mouth is very sensitive. You like having your mouth full. You like being kissed. You like being fucked in the mouth."
“I’m no good at comforting people,” Rutledge said, irritably.
Shawn turned to him and forced a small smile out. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you haven’t kicked me out yet.”
Rutledge’s lips thinned. He had a very sour expression on his face. “Come here.”
Shawn had never moved so fast in his life.
He climbed into Rutledge’s lap, put his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. Rutledge’s strong arms tightened around him, and Shawn sighed in pleasure. It felt so good. Just what he needed. It scared him—that he needed this—but he did. It almost felt better than sex.
“You’re going soft, Professor,” he murmured with a smile, breathing his scent in. It was familiar and oddly comforting.
“Shut up, Wyatt,” Rutledge said, sounding even more annoyed, if that was possible.
Shawn brushed his lips against his neck. “Fine. You’re very evil and nasty.” He nuzzled into Derek’s neck. “Five minutes. Then you can kick me out and we’ll pretend it never happened.”
Rutledge sighed.
“Now come here and kiss me.”
Shawn blinked. “What? You’re driving.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” Rutledge said dryly, without looking at him.
“Are you serious?”
“You should know by now I’m always serious. I’m losing my patience.”
Shawn looked at Rutledge’s lips and said, “Okay.”
“Go back to bed.”
“But I had a bad dream! I’m scared. Shawn always hugs me when I’m scared!”
“Emily,” Rutledge said sternly. “You’re a smart little girl. You can’t sleep with Shawn because the bed is too small for the three of us.”
“I’ll sleep with Shawn. You can go sleep with Bee!”
Rutledge chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll fit in your bed, midget.”
Emily pondered it. “I can sleep on you. You’re big, and Shawn likes to sleep on you.”
“You can’t sleep on me.”
“Why?”
“Because—because… Fine,” Rutledge bit out at last, to Shawn’s surprise.
Squealing in delight, Emily climbed onto the bed and onto Rutledge’s chest.
“You’re very warm,” she said, yawning.
“Sleep. And don’t pee on me,” Rutledge grumbled.
“I’m not a baby. I’m big. I don’t pee in bed!”
“Good. Now sleep.”
“You have funny hair on your chest. Shawn doesn’t have funny hair on his chest. Why?”
“That gave Rutledge pause. “Sleep.”
“You don’t like me,” Emily mumbled. “You like Bee better.”
A heavy sigh. “Why do you think I like her better?”
“You gave her chocolate yesterday!”
“Because she asked. You have to ask if you want something.”
“So if I ask, you’ll give me anything? Anything, anything?”
“If I say yes, will you stop talking and sleep?”
“Yeah!”
“Fine. What do you want?”
“I want a puppy! Black and fluffy! With a white star on its forehead!”
A pause. “Choose something else.”
“But you said anything!"
'After a while, he felt Rutledge’s gaze on him and he looked up again.
Rutledge was staring at him with an odd expression on his face. Suddenly, Shawn realized that he still had Rutledge’s soft cock in his mouth and was still sucking on it idly, as though it was a giant lollipop.
Flushing, Shawn let the cock slip out of his mouth and shot to his feet. “I just zoned out,” he said, turning away and wiping his mouth.”
Shawn took a deep breath in and met Rutledge’s eyes. “Sir, I…” He swallowed. “Is there any way I can get a better grade? I’ll do anything. Anything.”
Rutledge stared at him.
Then, his eyes narrowed.
“Mr. Wyatt,” he said at last. “Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”
“But I don’t like him,” Emily said stubbornly but lowered her voice. “Don’t like how he looks at you.”
“How he looks at me?” Shawn repeated.
“Like Bee looks at a pancake.”
“Then it looks like it will be the first time you don’t get what you want. Sir. Let go. Now.”
Rutledge didn’t let go, his gaze assessing. “Two thousand,” he said.
Shawn frowned. “What?”
“Two thousand dollars a month.”
Shawn laughed, an incredulous, hard edge to it. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m not a whore.”
Rutledge raised his eyebrows.
Shawn scowled, though he felt his cheeks grow hot. “It’s different.”
Shawn gave it an experimental squeeze and looked at the guy. Rutledge’s face remained impassive. For some reason, that pissed Shawn off. He smiled. “Looks like you have a thing for ‘pretty, empty-headed boys,’ Professor.”
Rutledge’s lips pressed together. Otherwise, he looked almost bored. “It’s just a physiological reaction to stimuli and a pretty face. You are not responsible for your physical appearance, so it’s hardly something to be proud of. Now, if you really intend to do it, stop wasting my time.”
"One more time," Rutledge said, managing to sound resigned and desperate at the same time. "I'll be gentle."
"That's what you said the last time," Shawn said, but truth be told, he didn't mind at all. He was sore, but god, he wanted him.
"I was gentle," Rutledge said, his hips rocking gently into him. "Until you begged me to fuck you harder."
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"I can have you expelled for this," Rutledge said.
"Sure, but it will get your fired and your career tarnished when everyone finds out you're trading grades for sex."
Rutledge grabbed his neck. "You little shit." His hand tightened on his throat. "Are you threatening me?"
"No," Shawn croaked out. "I just really dislike being bullied. I didn't force you to shove your dick into my mouth, Professor."
"Don't you think it's a bit presumptuous of you to say you know better than me whether I'm straight or gay?"
"Actually, I think you're bisexual, but it's neither here nor there. I'm not saying I know better than you what turns you on. But I have eyes. I can easily tell when a guy wants to suck my dick."
"I do not want to suck your dick. I suck your dick only because you pay me to do it."
"Yes, I pay you," Rutledge said in a low voice. "But it doesn't mean you don't like it. You have a bit of an oral fixation, Wyatt. Your mouth is very sensitive. You like having your mouth full. You like being kissed. You like being fucked in the mouth."
Shawn shivered. "I don't."
Rutledge raised his eyebrowns. "You continue sucking my dick even after I come."
"And why did Mr. Rutledge put his tongue in your mouth?" (Emily asks.)
"Because your brother wanted something to suck on," Rutledge commented starting the engine.
"I can sleep on you. You're big and Shawn likes to sleep on you." (Emily says.)
Shawn certainly did, though he was disturbed that Emily knew that. "You can't sleep on me." (Rutledge says.)
"Why?"
"Because-because...Fine," Rutledge bit out the last, to Shawn's surprise.
Squealing in delight, Emily climbed onto the bed and onto Rutledge's chest. "You're very warm," she said yawning.
"Sleep and don't pee on me," Rutledge grumbled.
"I'm not a baby. I'm big. I don't pee in the bed!"
"Good. Now sleep."
"I don't like him," Emily said stubbornly but lowered her voice. "Don't like how he looks at you."
"How he looks at me?" Shawn repeated.
"Like Bee looks at a pancake."
"When I'm sad, Shawn hugs me and I don't feel so sad anymore. You want a hug?" (Bee offers.)
Taking his silence as a yes, Bee stood up and put her short arms around Rutledge's neck.
Shawn stared at Rutledge's big hands on his little sister's back and then at his blank, stoic face.
"It will be much more convenient if we use the bed in my house."
Shawn blinked. "You know I can't leave the kids on their own."
"I have a spare bedroom for them."
Shawn stared at him. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"
Derek's face was blank. "It would be convenient."
"Convenient?"
"Yes, convenient."
Pressing his lips together to keep himself from laughing, Shawn nodded solemnly. "Very convenient."
"Shut up, Wyatt." Derek said.
"One more time," Rutledge said, managing to sound resigned and desperate at the same time. "I'll be gentle."
"That's what you said the last time," Shawn said, but truth be told, he didn't mind at all. He was sore, but god, he wanted him.
"I was gentle," Rutledge said, his hips rocking gently into him. "Until you begged me to fuck you harder."
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