Teacher's Pet
Part 3
Last period finally ended; Duo was sure the clock had stopped. He grabbed his
backpack and flew out the door toward the library. When he got closer,
though, he slowed down, nervous. Was he reading too much into Mr. Yuy's
actions? Maybe the gorgeous teacher was just being nice. But Duo knew he
hadn't been mistaken about the way Heero had been staring at him, and it
certainly had looked like he was blushing. Duo decided he had to push things
a little bit, to prove to himself that the teacher felt something
un-teacherlike for him.
He entered the library; the door closed with a rush of cool air. Duo sighed
and looked around, breathing in the scent of thousands of books. He had
always loved libraries, and this was a great one. It was nearly empty as
well, Duo noted. Most kids just didn't appreciate how wonderful a library
could be. But then most kids didn't have as much to escape from as he did. He
had just turned around when he heard the door open again.
Heero rushed to the library, half disgusted with himself and half exited to
see Duo again. Then he threw open the door, and there he was, looking
heartbreakingly beautiful, and all doubts flew out the window. It was worth
anything to be near the boy, even for a few minutes, no matter how innocent.
He knew how pathetic that sounded, even to himself, but when Duo's face lit
up with a huge smile at HIM, Heero forgot even that.
Duo's heart leapt when the door opened and Heero came in. He couldn't repress
a smile that must have broadcast the contents of his heart to anyone who
could see. Heero looked delicious, still fresh and clean looking and
undeniably sexy. Duo's confidence in making a move also waned, in the face of
the gorgeousness of the man. Surely someone as perfect as Mr. Yuy wouldn't
feel anything for him. Even if he wasn't straight. Would he? The teacher's
face held an unreadable expression.
"Hello, Duo," Heero began, his sexy voice sending shivers up and down Duo's
spine. "How was your first day?" Heero caught himself. "The rest of it
anyway," he finished, smiling ruefully.
Duo laughed. "It was fine," he answered. "I'm behind in some subjects, but
ahead in others! Comes from having a bit of a, um, nontraditional education."
Heero didn't know what to say to that. He had used his teacher's privilege to
look at Duo's records, what there was of them, and he could interpret the
rest. An orphan, a ward of the state, for most of his short life; Heero's
heart went out to Duo at the same time he couldn't take his eyes off the fall
of the braid against the lithe backside. "Well, I'll do all I can to help,"
Heero offered as he led the way to a study room. He meant it, in more ways
than one.
Heero held open the door for Duo; the door was solid, no window. There was a
large window next to the door that looked out into the library, but there
were blinds on the window that were closed. Heero considered them briefly,
and decided to leave them alone. No one would suspect anything, not that
there was anything to suspect, and making a show of opening them might look
suspicious in itself. He was so torn that he was second-guessing himself; not
a good sign.
Duo walked in the room, glancing around briefly, noting the privacy of the
room; and since it was designed for more than one person to study, he
suspected the walls were soundproofed as well. The door even locked from the
inside. He grinned. Perfect. Now if he only had any guts...he was already
getting hard again. He was setting a new record for number of arousals in one
day.
The door closed behind them, and as Heero turned to Duo it dawned on him that
they were truly all alone together. There was hardly anyone in the library.
They were truly secluded. His cock responded to this thought, swelling once
again, and Heero sat down quickly before it became too obvious.
But Duo had been busy staring at Heero's crotch, and had noticed a definite
bulge in the teacher's pants. Duo was stunned; could it be true? Was it
wishful thinking, him imagining what he wanted to see? Or did the gorgeous
teacher feel like Duo did? Duo didn't trust his own eyes. Maybe it was a
coincidence. He would have to find a way to be sure. Duo watched Heero sit
down, and was faced with a choice: sit across from the teacher so he could
look directly at him all the time, or sit next to him and go for closeness?
Duo decided to sit across from Heero, and maybe lean across the desk a lot.
He flopped down, put his chin in his hands, and broke the silence. "I really
appreciate you taking the time to help me out, Mr. Yuy."
Heero winced. "It's no problem, really. And please call me Heero when we're
out of class. Mr. Yuy sounds... like my father."
Duo beamed. "Ok, Mr.... I mean Heero!" Duo found himself staring into cobalt
eyes again, completely forgetting what he was about to say, and stammering,
"I mean, you're not that much older than me, I mean, I assume, you look so
young, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything, but you do, and, oh,
I'll just shut up now." He looked down, blushing fiercely.
Heero looked at Duo, amazed by the boy's blush. What was the matter? Part of
his body suggested that the boy felt the same, but he tried to ignore it. He
felt the need to reassure Duo. "It's ok, Duo! I assume you're 17 or so, I'm
only a few years older. I graduated from high school and college early. I'm
22. This is my second year teaching."
Duo, still fighting the blush, looked up at Heero hopefully. "I'll be 18 in 5
months," he offered.
Their eyes met, each silently calculating the difference in their ages,
weighing it against their relationship as student and teacher.
"You really like teaching?" asked Duo, wanting to know more about Heero.
Heero smiled. "Yes, I've always wanted to teach. Though, I must admit, I'd
rather teach at a university, eventually, so I can do research as well. But
that requires a more advanced degree than I currently have, and also I don't
think it would work, to teach students that are older than me. I needed to
get to work, to pay off my student loans; I'll go back someday..." He trailed
off, realizing he'd been saying too much. He just felt so comfortable with
Duo, like he could tell him anything.
Duo was mesmerized; listening to Heero's sexy voice, happy that the man was
talking to him not as a child but as a person. "That's great," Duo said when
Heero stopped talking. "I know you will do it!"
Heero didn't know why, but the longhaired boy's confidence in him made him
feel better. He couldn't help but smile. "Thanks." Then they were once again
staring at each other. Heero thought, we really have to stop doing this...
Heero finally cleared his throat, trying to drag his mind back to what they
were supposed to be doing. "Ok, well, what subject do you feel you're most
behind in?"
Duo answered right away, "Math! I missed a lot somewhere, I don't know what's
going on."
Heero said, "Ok, no problem, lets get started on that, then. You're in
Algebra 2?"
Duo nodded. "I'm sure I only made it through Algebra 1, but they stuck me in
there anyway."
Heero said, "Can I see your assignment?" Duo handed the paper to him, and
Heero skimmed it. "Ok, we can do this." He began to explain what was being
asked. Duo appeared to be paying close attention. The table was fairly wide,
so Duo ended up half leaning over the table, on his elbows, trying to follow
what Heero was explaining. But Duo couldn't hold still, and Heero kept
getting distracted by Duo cute ass wiggling around. It seemed like he been
hard forever. "Duo," Heero began, "Why don't you, um, come sit over here? You
can see the book better that way."
Duo tried to suppress a manic grin. That was just what he wanted, to be
closer to the gorgeous boy, no, man, he had to remind himself. It was
difficult to remember that Heero was a teacher. "Ok!" he bounced around to
the other side of the table, forgetting to hide his arousal in his eagerness
to get closer. He wanted to see if Heero was still hard, and he thought maybe
he could see better from that angle.
Heero looked up to watch the beautiful boy's progress and he thought his eyes
were playing tricks on him. Duo's jeans bulged with a very definite erection.
Heero's own cock jumped in response to the younger boy's arousal. Now he had
his confirmation; what was he going to do about it?
Duo settled happily next to Heero, moving the chair as close as possible. He
pretended to be interested in the math book, but all he could think of was
how close he was to the beautiful man. He tried to lean over, to see if Heero
was hard.
Heero was slowly going insane. Here they were, both hard and ready, and he
still couldn't make a move. Duo's proximity was making him ache with need.
His common sense was quickly being overcome with sweet lust for Duo, and now
he knew that the teen returned the feelings. But he was still a teacher...
Duo was getting frustrated. He had been sure earlier that Heero was hard, but
now he was beginning to doubt himself. He wanted to make a move. But what if
he was wrong? He would be making a huge fool of himself. He toyed with his
braid like he did when he was nervous, sitting sideways in the chair and
leaning over the side.
Heero watched Duo play with his gorgeous hair, and wondered what it would
look like loose. He longed to run his fingers through it, feel the silk brush
all over his body...His trapped arousal pulsed with desire, aching to be
satisfied; aching to be plunged deep into the lithe body next to him.
Heero realized that Duo had stopped talking, and was staring at him
curiously. He was also leaning quite close to him, surreptitiously trying to
glance down into his lap. Heero tried to hide a grin as he realized what Duo
was doing.
Duo looked confused. "What?" he asked. Just at that moment, the chair Duo was
leaning precariously in finally overbalanced, sending the longhaired boy
tumbling... right into Heero's lap. Surprised, Heero caught him, and they
stayed like that for a long moment, Duo nestled in Heero's arms.
Heero was stunned; he had just been fantasizing about holding the beautiful
boy in his arms, and there he was; his skin and hair as soft as he had
imagined, staring up at him. With a start, Heero realized that Duo was
pressed directly against his rock hard cock. And his own arm pressed against
the hardness in Duo's pants as well.
Duo gazed up at the gorgeous man, and realized two things; he had his
confirmation of Heero's desire, and he absolutely had to make love to him or
he would die. Duo moaned softly as he realized the teacher's arm pressed
against his own erection.
Suddenly Heero remembered where they were, and quickly lifted the smaller
boy, placing him back in the chair. They gazed at each other silently, both
breathing hard.
"Duo~"
"Heero~"
They both started speaking at once. Then they both stopped, waiting for the
other. Finally, Heero had to speak.
"Duo, I... I'm sorry."
"For what?" Duo asked incredulously.
"For... for..." Heero paused. This wasn't going to be easy. He shouldn't,
absolutely couldn't, have a relationship with Duo. But his body was rebelling
against him, reminding him of how perfect the boy had felt in his arms, how
hard he was, for him...
"I'm not sorry, Heero," Duo said softly. "I... you...I've never felt this way
before."
"Neither have I," answered Heero honestly. He had had other, brief
relationships, but he had never felt anything so intense, never felt that he
was in love... he caught himself. Love? Was he in love with his student? "But
we... we can't."
"Why not?" demanded the longhaired boy. He knew he sounded childish and
petulant, but his body was racing with all kinds of feelings.
Heero looked at the heartbreakingly beautiful boy; so close but yet so far.
He knew he was lost; but he had to try to resist temptation. "You know why,
Duo."
"But we feel the same! You want me, I can tell!" Duo was so frustrated; he
knew that Heero wanted him!
Heero bit his lip, and nearly whispered, "Yes, Duo, I want you. More than
anything."
Duo almost moaned at the sensuous voice making that declaration. "And I want
you, Heero, more than anything. You're not that much older than me. What's
wrong?"
Heero felt his body react to the words spoken from that sweet mouth. He
wanted to hear it again and again. He tried to be strong. "I'm a teacher."
"But I'm not a kid! I'm almost legally an adult!" Duo protested. His body was
protesting as well; it knew what it wanted, and was fully ready to experience
it.
"Almost is the key word, Duo," Heero answered, trying to be strong. "I would
still go to jail."
"But no one would ever know! I certainly wouldn't tell them!" Duo looked down
miserably. It just wasn't fair. They wanted each other, yet they couldn't
do...Duo had an idea. "We can still be together, though? You can still help
me, tutor me?"
Heero sighed. He knew this was a bad idea, he knew it... "I suppose, Duo. But
we can't... do anything. As much as I want to..." Heero tried in vain to
repress the thoughts of what he wanted to do. Too late. His mind filled with
vivid images, of Duo taking his clothes off, spreading those thighs for him,
his mouth on his... this time he did moan out loud, and his cock ached
unbearably.
Duo was breathing hard again, his mind working overtime as well. "You're
thinking about it, aren't you? About what we can't do..." Duo's hand strayed
down to his erection, stroking it through his jeans. Like he longed to touch
Heero.
Heero nodded, watching Duo's hand touch himself like he wanted to touch Duo.
He felt his own cock pulse in answer, and felt the wetness of his need. "We
need to get out of here, Duo, or I'm going to do something we'll both
regret," he breathed, licking his lips. "Please, Duo, stop," he said in a
strangled voice.
Duo smiled. "But it feels so go~od, Heero," he said in a seductive voice,
leaning back in the chair and running his hand under his shirt to expose his
stomach.
"Duo!" Heero gasped out, slamming the math book shut hard, nearly losing
control. "We need to go. Now." He stood up, gathering papers and studiously
not looking at the beautiful boy.
Duo pouted, but was thrilled that he could have this kind of effect on the
gorgeous teacher. The forbidden aspect of it all was turning him on
incredibly. The delicious ache from his cock was making him feel wanton. He
wondered just how strong Heero's will was.
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