{ Teachers Pet : Log 04 } - for triedinception

[bamf_pointman]

To be perfectly honest, Arthur's day had gone from shitty to even shittier.

First, it was raining and it wasn't the nice kind of rain either, it was the cold and miserable sort of rain. The kind that gets under your skin and keeps you chilled throughout the entire day.

Second, his car didn't want to start this morning so as while he dealt with

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[triedinception]

Eames was starting to dread these times with Arthur. Not because he didn't like the teen (no no, that wasn't the problem at all...) but because when it was just them, after the class, he would find it harder to restrain himself. Harder, without the eyes of a class, to keep from pulling the boy down into his lap, to keep from kissing him, from bending him over his desk and fucking him until Arthur sobbed and his pretty little bum was full of Eames' spunk.

Thoughts he shouldn't even be idly entertaining if he wanted to keep this professional facade up.

So it was with a slightly forced smile that he looked up and greeted Arthur. Not being a teenager, he could no longer get it up on a dime but his cock gave a little twitch like it would if it could.

"Arthur," he said, his accent a tad rougher. "I'll be needing your help today with the class. It's a good thing you've had this class before, we'll be going over a timeline for studying and they might need help filling in the blanks."

[bamf_pointman]

That accent always warmed Arthur from the inside out and today it seemed no different. It was a good thing his back was facing Eames so the other man couldn't see just what it did to Arthur. He cleared his throat subtly and nodded. "Sounds good; I can do that, professor," he said, straightening and turning to face him. His patience was pretty shot to hell today but this was what he was here for - to assist Eames with what he needed.

"Have a good day so far?" he asked, attempting to remain in slightly good spirits for the class. It was the only class he cared about at the present minute.

[triedinception]

Eames kept his fragile smile on, noting how Arthur was slow to turn around. It only afforded him a view of that lovely backside (one of many things he couldn't stop thinking about).

"It's been a day," Eames hedged, not wanting to not talk to Arthur but at the same time not wanting to talk too much. "No terrible students but nothing outstanding either."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur nodded in understanding. "I can relate to that," he gave Eames a wry smile. "I'm going to have to leave right after class today, sir. My car wouldn't start this morning and so I'm going to have to get a ride from someone." Honestly, he looked forward to spending the extra time alone with Eames and hated that he wouldn't tonight, especially after the crappy day he'd had.

[triedinception]

Eames looked up and against his better judgement, found himself speaking. "I can give you a ride home," he offered. "If you want me to," he added. "It wouldn't be a problem for me."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur was surprised by the offer but he smiled and gave Eames a nod. "Thank you, sir -- I'd appreciate it. It's been a day."

[triedinception]

Eames smiled, not knowing how he'd deal with Arthur in his car - how he'd keep from dragging the teen into his lap and rutting against him with his back pressed to the steering wheel.

"It sounds like it," he sympathizes, glancing up as some students walk in, chatting amongst themselves. "Just let me know when you'd like to go home today, all right?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur gave him an appreciative smile. "I will, sir," he nodded and stood next to the desk to watch the students come in. His car had really only been the tip of the iceberg but Eames didn't need to know about his parents right this instant or about his hormones getting in the way with the older man.

[triedinception]

So tempted, even now, to reach over and palm a handful of that arse. To pull him back against his body and grind against him, tell him to reach down and touch his toes, and to stay there as Eames fucked him.

Eames shook his head of the tempting visuals, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Staying seated until more students had come, killing any chance of arousal or action, and then stood as well to lean against the front of his desk.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur couldn't help the quick glance at Eames' backside before focusing on the class, students making their way inside the classroom. At least now he wouldn't have to give up his one on one time with his professor because his car was MIA. While he hated to be a bother to anyone, let alone his professor, he was glad to spend extra time together.

Now that Eames was standing, Arthur made his way behind the desk and took a seat in his chair. He'd stand and make his way around when he was needed. This gave him ample time to stare while definitely not staring at the same time.

[triedinception]

Eames waited until the bell rang and then cleared his throat, shifting before he started speaking. There would be a test on monday, with homework to do in class (and finish at home if you did not finish in class). The timeline would go over most of the points that the class would be tested on. "Though don't expect you can just read the timeline and know everything," he warned.

At that, he turned and nodded to the stack of papers near Arthur, indicating he should hand them out.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur nodded, grabbed the stack of papers and stood from the chair. He walked around the desk and gave each row enough for their row. Ah, he remembered this timeline - it was handy for studying purposes.

Once that was accomplished, Arthur handed the rest over to Eames and allowed their fingers to brush together.

[triedinception]

Eames couldn't help watching Arthur hand around the papers. And when the teen handed them back, their fingers brushing, Eames felt warmth in his body again, and he couldn't help looking at Arthur, naked heat in his eyes, before he tore his gaze away, looking at his class and clearing his throat.

It had only been a few seconds, but it was long enough.

[bamf_pointman]

That time, Arthur knew he wasn't imagining it. It was pure naked heat in Eames' eyes - directed toward him. Arthur cleared his throat and stood behind the desk, waiting for when he was needed. All he wanted right now was class to be over and to be alone with Professor Eames. Realistically, he knew it wasn't going to happen but oh, he hoped it would.

He wanted it.

He needed it.

[triedinception]

Already Eames was beating himself up in his head. If his voice shook a bit when he first spoke no one commented on it, as he started talking to the class, pulling answers from them and filling in blanks when none of them could answer.

The only time he spoke to Arthur during the class was when he started having them work on their own, telling them to raise their hands if they got stuck. He turned to Arthur to let him know he would be helping answer hands as well.

He looked away quickly at that, taking the first student to raise their hand.

That had been a mistake, he shouldn't have slipped like that. He knew Arthur could not have missed that (and yet that the boy didn't seem to be anything but more intent on Eames... that didn't make it okay, this ill want.)

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur did as he was instructed and went around to help out students who needed assistance. For the rest of the class, he tried hard to push his hormones out of his mind and focus on the questions. He did well too, so he thought.

He moved around Eames naturally and didn't accidently brush him. He was glad to help out - it helped distract him from his otherwise shitty day and the looks that Eames was giving him; both of which he couldn't concentrate on right now.