New Fic! Bricks in a Wall.
Title: Bricks in a Wall.
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: R/NC-17. Underage (Anthony is 17, but there are mentions of him having sex when he was younger)
Summary: Anthony has a new teacher. A really hot teacher. Anthony is the hottest boy in school. You do the math.
A/N: I dedicate this story to my boyfriend, who has begun his job as a substitute physics/chemistry teacher today. Ironically, I had already started this story before he even applied for his job. Weird, right? Anyway, my boyfriend actually encouraged me to join this comm, so this fic is for him (even though he probably won't read it :p) Also, this fic is not very serious, it's more like a crack!fic :p
Previous chapters: none.
Anthony flicked his hair out of his face, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked hot. He always looked good, but today he looked especially handsome. Perfect. Anthony actually had a reason to look extra good today: he had physics today. Normally he hated the course, but ever since Mr. Everton had gotten sick and they had gotten a substitute teacher, well, let's just say that Anthony had actually come to class prepared for the last few days.
Anthony did not much care for school in general. His grades were just good enough for him to keep up, but he usually spend more time in front of the mirror or shopping than he did making his homework. And why wouldn't he? School was useless, he was going to be a hairdresser anyway. Or a personal shopper, if he was lucky.
“Dude, are you done staring at yourself already? Class is in two minutes!” Toby Turner, his partner in crime, was impatiently leaning against the sink of the men's room. “Stop complaining, you know I need to look good for physics today,” Anthony huffed, “Today I'm gonna get him to give in.” Toby rolled his eyes. “Are you still trying to get with that teacher? You don't even know if he's gay. Besides, teacher-student relationships are illegal anyway.” “Please bitch,” Anthony replied easily, “Have I ever failed in getting what I wanted?”
“Don't call me bitch, you homo. You know that I don't take it up the ass, even though you really want me to.” Anthony playfully smacked his unfortunately straight friend. Toby was right, Anthony would have fucked Toby a long time ago if Toby would've been gay. However, his childhood friend was only interested in girls. Yuck. Some people... It didn't matter now anyway, Anthony had a new mission, and he was certain today was gonna be the day he would finally succeed.
“How do I look? And don't say gay, I already know that I look gay, that's kind of the point.” Toby sighed. “I don't know! Why don't you ask one of your many exes?” “Tooobyyy!” Anthony whined, “Just pretend for a moment that you are not the stereotypical hetero, and tell me how I look!” “Fine, you look great. I'm sure Mr. Hecox will want to bend you right over his desk. There, happy now?” Anthony grinned. He was totally ready for physics class. He just hoped Mr. Hecox was ready for him.
When he and Toby stumbled in, fashionably late of course, Mr. Hecox had already begun his lesson. “Mr. Padilla, Mr. Turner, how nice of you to join us. Both of you will have to stay after class as detention.” Toby paled. “Please Mr. Hecox, I have training after class, I will get kicked off the team if I miss it!” “It's true Mr Hecox, and it was my fault anyway,” Anthony chimed in, “I'm the reason we're late, so I'll stay twice as long after class as a punishment, okay?” Mr. Hecox hesitated, but eventually he gave a brief nod. “Fine. But if this happens again, Toby will get detention, training or not.” Both boys nodded happily, before quietly sitting down. At least, Toby did. Anthony had other plans.
Ever since Ian Hecox had walked in the classroom and had announced that he would take over from Mr. Everton, Anthony had known that he had to have him. He had already fucked every gay, bisexual, or just bi-curious boy in his entire school, and now it was finally time for something new. Mr. Hecox was very hot, and Anthony had heard rumors that he was gay. Perfect, except for the tiny detail that Mr. Hecox was his teacher. But then again, Anthony had also slept with the coach of the football team last year, and not to mention half the football team itself, so who cares? He knew that some people would call him a slut, but they were just ugly, jealous bitches anyway. He may have gotten detention on purpose, just to get Mr. Hecox alone. His plan went better than expected, and thanks to Toby, Anthony could stay twice as long.
Now it was time to begin the first stage of his plan, which involved paying attention to what was being explained. Today's class was on gravity, which was why Anthony had picked this day to seduce Mr. Hecox. One could hide a lot of innuendo in seemingly innocent questions about objects that attract each other. Anthony placed his book and homework on the table, making sure that Mr. Hecox saw that he had actually done his homework today. Anthony also grabbed a pen, but didn't put it on the table. Instead he placed the end of the pen between his lips, not chewing on it like other people would do, no, he just swirled his tongue around it. Mr. Hecox, who just happened to look in his direction quickly looked away. Good. This meant that Anthony was affecting him. But now Anthony had to pay attention to what was being said, so that he could ask the right questions.
“In a vacuum light and heavy objects fall with the same speed, that is, if they are the same size.” Anthony heard Mr. Hecox explain. This was his chance. He quickly raised his hand. “Yes, Anthony?” Mr. Hecox responded confused. Anthony had never asked a question before, nor had he ever paid attention. “Mr. Hecox, this might be a stupid question, but what was a vacuum again? Was that when all their air was, ehm, sucked out of a room?” Anthony innocently asked. It was not one of his greatest innuendo filled questions, but it would have to do. “Yes, you could describe it like that.” Mr. Hecox answered, not giving any indication that he had heard Anthony's oddly placed emphasis on the word 'sucked'. Anthony needed to be a bit less subtle then. “So you are saying that the size of objects doesn't matter, but only where they are placed, right?” “No, Anthony, the exact opposite. Size does matter in objects.” Mr. Hecox explained. “Only in objects?” Anthony quickly asked. This was going great. Mr. Hecox stared at him for a moment before slowly answering: “I suppose so. Do you understand it now?” “Yes Mr. Hecox, I understand everything perfectly, thank you.” Anthony whispered, batting his eyelids. He heard some of his classmates chuckle. It was not exactly a secret that Anthony tried to bone everything with a dick and a heartbeat.
Mr. Hecox cleared his throat and continued his lesson. Anthony occasionally interrupted him, always to ask a question that could be interpreted in more than one way. At the end of the class Mr. Hecox was flustered, his tie was almost undone because of his nervous fiddling with it, and his hair was sticking up in all directions because he kept running his hands through it. Anthony wasn't doing much better. His lips and tongue hurt from playing with his pen and he was cold because he had undone so many buttons on his shirt that he was sure people could see his bellybutton. When the buzzer went off both Mr. Hecox and Anthony sighed in relief. While everybody was leaving, Toby clasped his shoulder and whispered: “Go get him!” Anthony grinned and winked at Toby. He was planning to do just that.
When everybody had left Mr. Hecox carefully wiped the blackboard. This gave Anthony a great view of his ass and when Mr. Hecox's shirt rode up a little Anthony could see a stripe of pale white skin. His mouth watered. He wanted Mr. Hecox so bad that he could feel himself getting an erection from that tiny bit of skin that he saw. Eventually Mr. Hecox turned around and caught Anthony staring. “Anthony, could you tell me why you and Toby were late today?” “I'm really sorry Mr. Hecox. You see, Toby and I had a discussion, and the debate became a bit heated and we forgot the time,” Anthony lied. “What were you debating about? Mr. Hecox asked curiously. “If you don't mind me asking.” Anthony took a deep breath. This was the tricky part, where Mr. Hecox would either send him to the principal, or would take the conversation to a new level. “Well, Mr. Hecox, I'm not sure if I should tell you. You might look at me differently.” “Anthony, you can tell me everything, I'm not just your teacher, I'm here to help you too if you want it. You can call me Ian, if that might make you more comfortable.” Ian said kindly. He moved to sit on the desk opposite of Anthony so that they were facing each other. “Thank you, Ian,” Anthony said huskily, “promise you won't tell anyone?” When Ian nodded Anthony continued, “Toby and I were discussing if gay sex counts as sex or not. Toby said that technically most gay guys are still a virgins, because they have never slept with a girl, but I told him that when I would sleep with a guy that I'm not a virgin anymore. What do you think? Does gay sex count?”
Ian stared at him, blue eyes wide open. His mouth moved but no sound came out. Anthony waited patiently, innocently waiting for Ian's response. He hoped that Ian wouldn't get angry. Maybe he thought that Anthony was making fun of him, or maybe Ian was actually an homophobic asshole. Eventually Ian managed to find his voice. “Aren't you a bit young to have sex?” He said, to Anthony's surprise. “I'm almost eighteen, Ian. I know what I'm doing. Or do you think no one is old enough to have gay sex?” It was a low blow, but Anthony hoped that Ian would now maybe reveal his own orientation. He was right. “Anthony, I'm the last person who has a problem with homosexuality. I just think that you shouldn't begin with sex if you are underage.” Anthony grinned. “I might have left out the part where I have already slept with a few guys. I don't regret it though,” Anthony moved from behind his desk and moved to stand in between Ian's legs. Ian didn't move, just looked up at Anthony, surprise evident in his eyes, “I actually really liked it, Ian.” Anthony whispered. “I like it when a man just bends over for me, letting me do what I want to him. But I also like it when he would press me against a wall, taking me like that. I'm not picky, I just really, really like sex.”
With that Anthony took the biggest risk he had ever taken, except maybe for that one time when he dyed his hair blonde. He hoped this would have a better result than that had been. He moved even closer to Ian and kissed him. At the same time he pressed his right hand to Ian's crotch. Jackpot. Ian was hard in his pants. Ian gasped in Anthony's mouth. Immediately Anthony took the opportunity to push his tongue into Ian's mouth. At first Ian didn't respond, but when Anthony moved his hand over Ian crotch, Ian moved his hands up and grabbed Anthony's hips. He kissed back, running his hands over Anthony's back. After a full minute they had to break loose, both gasping for air. “We shouldn't do this,” Ian panted, “I'm your teacher, and you are not even eighteen yet.” Anthony grinned, running his hands over Ian's legs. “It's just sex, Ian. It's supposed to be fun. All those rules... They're meaningless if you know what you want, and if both partners agree. And I definitely agree, and I think you do too.” “Ian hesitated, but when Anthony slipped his hand inside his pants he dropped his head to Anthony's shoulder and groaned. “If we do this, Anthony, then this needs to be a secret. I could lose my job, I could go to prison.” “Don't worry, I won't tell, otherwise I'd never get laid again. People wouldn't trust me, and you'd be away.” Ian looked up. “You really have been around, haven't you?” Anthony shrugged. “Is that a problem?” “Definitely not,” Ian responded, before kissing Anthony again, “I like it when a guy knows what he is doing.”
Ian was still sitting on the desk, Anthony standing between his legs. Anthony brought his hands up and cupped Ian's face before pressing a kiss on his lips. Ian closed his eyes and kissed back, still a bit shy and hesitant. That wouldn't do. Anthony stepped back and wrapped Ian's tie around his hand. He pulled it towards him, dragging Ian from his desk. Once again they were standing very close, Ian breathing nervously. Anthony smiled and winked. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, staring mischievously up through his eyelashes at his soon to be lover. Ian was looking down at him, blue eyes round and lips parted. Without breaking eye contact Anthony reached up and undid the button on Ian's pants. Ian inhaled sharply but did not move. Anthony then undid the zipper as well and pulled Ian's pants down a bit. He finally looked down at the bulge in Ian's underwear. He licked his lips, all ready to take Ian into his mouth. He swiftly pulled Ian's cock from the constraining fabric. Ian was hard, and Anthony felt himself drool a bit at the sight of Ian's beautiful dick. Anthony had seen a lot of cocks in his lifetime, but Ian's definitely ranked among the top three.
Without warning he opened his mouth and swallowed Ian's cock down, deep throating him in one go. Anthony had not been lying when he had said that he was experienced. Ian let out a loud moan, instinctively bucking his hips. Anthony pulled back a bit and covered his teeth with his lips before putting more pressure on Ian's cock. He swirled his tongue around the head and even pressed the tip of his tongue in the slit. Reaching up with one hand he firmly grabbed the base of Ian's erection, pumping it in time with the movements of his head. He used his other hand to gently massage Ian's balls. Some men were ticklish there, but judging by the sounds Ian was making he was thoroughly enjoying it. Ian leaned back against the desk, half standing, half sitting on it.
“Anthony,” Ian panted, “I'm close!” Anthony gave one last swirl of his tongue around the head before he pulled off. He kept the rhythm with his hand though, and continued playing with Ian's balls. Ian gripped the desk even tighter, knuckles whitening. He groaned and threw his head back, cock shooting white stripes of come directly on Anthony's face. Anthony closed his eyes and let it happen. He knew he looked really hot like this, and it turned him on as well. When Ian was done he sagged against the desk, trying to catch his breath. “That was...fucking...amazing...” He managed to choke out.
Anthony blindly grabbed for his emergency tissue in his back pocket and carefully wiped his face clean. And yes, he had an emergency tissue just for occasions like this, and it had come in handy more than once. When he was done cleaning himself he saw Ian looking at him with something akin to wonder in his eyes. “You are gorgeous, Anthony. And now it's my turn.” Ian slid of the desk, fixed his pants and dropped to his knees in front of Anthony. Anthony let himself be pushed back by Ian until he was lying on his back. Ian didn't waste time in undoing Anthony's pants and pulling his erect cock out. Ian slowly jacked Anthony's dick a few times before he licked a broad stripe from the base of Anthony's dick all the way to the top. Anthony folded his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable.
“I could so go to jail for this,” Anthony heard Ian mumble, “but I just really can't say no to this.” With that he finally wrapped his lips around Anthony's cock and sucked him down. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut, the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. Ian never used his hands, only his tongue and lips, bobbing his head up and down. Although Anthony was plenty experienced, he was still a teenage boy and it didn't take him long to feel the familiar tingling in his balls. “Ian!” He groaned, unable to say anything else. Ian did not stop his movements and before Anthony could try to warn him again he was already coming. Ian didn't even blink, just swallowed everything Anthony gave him. The feeling of Ian swallowing around his cock gave Anthony's orgasm an extra edge, making him feel shaky when he was finally done.
Ian leaned back, licking his lips to catch a few drops that had somehow not ended up in his mouth. All traces of the shy, reserved teacher were gone. Ian's hair was tousled, his tie was undone and his cheeks were flushed. Anthony suspected that he himself looked like a mess. He hastily tucked his cock back in his pants, which was quite easy considering he wasn't wearing underwear. He stood back up and looked over at Ian. This was always the hardest part. Anthony didn't do relationships, they were complicated and boring. He would, however, like to have someone as a regular fuck-buddy or something. Now he just hoped Ian was up for that.
Before he could open his mouth to ask though, Ian had already begun speaking: “Listen, Anthony, I really liked what we just did. But we shouldn't do this. It's dangerous and it could get us both in a lot of trouble. But on the other hand, you only live once. So I was thinking that maybe we should do this again sometime, you know, just occasionally...? Ian trailed off, looking hopefully at Anthony. Anthony pretended to think about it for awhile. “Well, Ian, I suppose we could,” he eventually said, “but just as fuck-buddies or something, nothing more. Okay?” Ian smiled happily. “Fine by me. Now go home. You have a lot of homework for tomorrow.”
And before Anthony could protest Ian had already worked him out of the classroom. Anthony was momentarily confused. He was usually the one leaving, or kicking others out. He wasn't used to being kicked out himself. He shrugged. Whatever, he got laid. All was well. All he needed to do now was find Toby. He had a lot to tell his best friend.
Thanks for reading. Also, if you have an idea for what to write for Dark Side of the Moon, let me know! I'm running out of kinky stuff ideas, but I really love the verse, so if there is anything you want to see happening there... I'll credit you if I use your idea. I only just now noticed that this fic has a Pink Floyd title as well. Coincidence, I swear!
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: R/NC-17. Underage (Anthony is 17, but there are mentions of him having sex when he was younger)
Summary: Anthony has a new teacher. A really hot teacher. Anthony is the hottest boy in school. You do the math.
A/N: I dedicate this story to my boyfriend, who has begun his job as a substitute physics/chemistry teacher today. Ironically, I had already started this story before he even applied for his job. Weird, right? Anyway, my boyfriend actually encouraged me to join this comm, so this fic is for him (even though he probably won't read it :p) Also, this fic is not very serious, it's more like a crack!fic :p
Previous chapters: none.
Anthony flicked his hair out of his face, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked hot. He always looked good, but today he looked especially handsome. Perfect. Anthony actually had a reason to look extra good today: he had physics today. Normally he hated the course, but ever since Mr. Everton had gotten sick and they had gotten a substitute teacher, well, let's just say that Anthony had actually come to class prepared for the last few days.
Anthony did not much care for school in general. His grades were just good enough for him to keep up, but he usually spend more time in front of the mirror or shopping than he did making his homework. And why wouldn't he? School was useless, he was going to be a hairdresser anyway. Or a personal shopper, if he was lucky.
“Dude, are you done staring at yourself already? Class is in two minutes!” Toby Turner, his partner in crime, was impatiently leaning against the sink of the men's room. “Stop complaining, you know I need to look good for physics today,” Anthony huffed, “Today I'm gonna get him to give in.” Toby rolled his eyes. “Are you still trying to get with that teacher? You don't even know if he's gay. Besides, teacher-student relationships are illegal anyway.” “Please bitch,” Anthony replied easily, “Have I ever failed in getting what I wanted?”
“Don't call me bitch, you homo. You know that I don't take it up the ass, even though you really want me to.” Anthony playfully smacked his unfortunately straight friend. Toby was right, Anthony would have fucked Toby a long time ago if Toby would've been gay. However, his childhood friend was only interested in girls. Yuck. Some people... It didn't matter now anyway, Anthony had a new mission, and he was certain today was gonna be the day he would finally succeed.
“How do I look? And don't say gay, I already know that I look gay, that's kind of the point.” Toby sighed. “I don't know! Why don't you ask one of your many exes?” “Tooobyyy!” Anthony whined, “Just pretend for a moment that you are not the stereotypical hetero, and tell me how I look!” “Fine, you look great. I'm sure Mr. Hecox will want to bend you right over his desk. There, happy now?” Anthony grinned. He was totally ready for physics class. He just hoped Mr. Hecox was ready for him.
When he and Toby stumbled in, fashionably late of course, Mr. Hecox had already begun his lesson. “Mr. Padilla, Mr. Turner, how nice of you to join us. Both of you will have to stay after class as detention.” Toby paled. “Please Mr. Hecox, I have training after class, I will get kicked off the team if I miss it!” “It's true Mr Hecox, and it was my fault anyway,” Anthony chimed in, “I'm the reason we're late, so I'll stay twice as long after class as a punishment, okay?” Mr. Hecox hesitated, but eventually he gave a brief nod. “Fine. But if this happens again, Toby will get detention, training or not.” Both boys nodded happily, before quietly sitting down. At least, Toby did. Anthony had other plans.
Ever since Ian Hecox had walked in the classroom and had announced that he would take over from Mr. Everton, Anthony had known that he had to have him. He had already fucked every gay, bisexual, or just bi-curious boy in his entire school, and now it was finally time for something new. Mr. Hecox was very hot, and Anthony had heard rumors that he was gay. Perfect, except for the tiny detail that Mr. Hecox was his teacher. But then again, Anthony had also slept with the coach of the football team last year, and not to mention half the football team itself, so who cares? He knew that some people would call him a slut, but they were just ugly, jealous bitches anyway. He may have gotten detention on purpose, just to get Mr. Hecox alone. His plan went better than expected, and thanks to Toby, Anthony could stay twice as long.
Now it was time to begin the first stage of his plan, which involved paying attention to what was being explained. Today's class was on gravity, which was why Anthony had picked this day to seduce Mr. Hecox. One could hide a lot of innuendo in seemingly innocent questions about objects that attract each other. Anthony placed his book and homework on the table, making sure that Mr. Hecox saw that he had actually done his homework today. Anthony also grabbed a pen, but didn't put it on the table. Instead he placed the end of the pen between his lips, not chewing on it like other people would do, no, he just swirled his tongue around it. Mr. Hecox, who just happened to look in his direction quickly looked away. Good. This meant that Anthony was affecting him. But now Anthony had to pay attention to what was being said, so that he could ask the right questions.
“In a vacuum light and heavy objects fall with the same speed, that is, if they are the same size.” Anthony heard Mr. Hecox explain. This was his chance. He quickly raised his hand. “Yes, Anthony?” Mr. Hecox responded confused. Anthony had never asked a question before, nor had he ever paid attention. “Mr. Hecox, this might be a stupid question, but what was a vacuum again? Was that when all their air was, ehm, sucked out of a room?” Anthony innocently asked. It was not one of his greatest innuendo filled questions, but it would have to do. “Yes, you could describe it like that.” Mr. Hecox answered, not giving any indication that he had heard Anthony's oddly placed emphasis on the word 'sucked'. Anthony needed to be a bit less subtle then. “So you are saying that the size of objects doesn't matter, but only where they are placed, right?” “No, Anthony, the exact opposite. Size does matter in objects.” Mr. Hecox explained. “Only in objects?” Anthony quickly asked. This was going great. Mr. Hecox stared at him for a moment before slowly answering: “I suppose so. Do you understand it now?” “Yes Mr. Hecox, I understand everything perfectly, thank you.” Anthony whispered, batting his eyelids. He heard some of his classmates chuckle. It was not exactly a secret that Anthony tried to bone everything with a dick and a heartbeat.
Mr. Hecox cleared his throat and continued his lesson. Anthony occasionally interrupted him, always to ask a question that could be interpreted in more than one way. At the end of the class Mr. Hecox was flustered, his tie was almost undone because of his nervous fiddling with it, and his hair was sticking up in all directions because he kept running his hands through it. Anthony wasn't doing much better. His lips and tongue hurt from playing with his pen and he was cold because he had undone so many buttons on his shirt that he was sure people could see his bellybutton. When the buzzer went off both Mr. Hecox and Anthony sighed in relief. While everybody was leaving, Toby clasped his shoulder and whispered: “Go get him!” Anthony grinned and winked at Toby. He was planning to do just that.
When everybody had left Mr. Hecox carefully wiped the blackboard. This gave Anthony a great view of his ass and when Mr. Hecox's shirt rode up a little Anthony could see a stripe of pale white skin. His mouth watered. He wanted Mr. Hecox so bad that he could feel himself getting an erection from that tiny bit of skin that he saw. Eventually Mr. Hecox turned around and caught Anthony staring. “Anthony, could you tell me why you and Toby were late today?” “I'm really sorry Mr. Hecox. You see, Toby and I had a discussion, and the debate became a bit heated and we forgot the time,” Anthony lied. “What were you debating about? Mr. Hecox asked curiously. “If you don't mind me asking.” Anthony took a deep breath. This was the tricky part, where Mr. Hecox would either send him to the principal, or would take the conversation to a new level. “Well, Mr. Hecox, I'm not sure if I should tell you. You might look at me differently.” “Anthony, you can tell me everything, I'm not just your teacher, I'm here to help you too if you want it. You can call me Ian, if that might make you more comfortable.” Ian said kindly. He moved to sit on the desk opposite of Anthony so that they were facing each other. “Thank you, Ian,” Anthony said huskily, “promise you won't tell anyone?” When Ian nodded Anthony continued, “Toby and I were discussing if gay sex counts as sex or not. Toby said that technically most gay guys are still a virgins, because they have never slept with a girl, but I told him that when I would sleep with a guy that I'm not a virgin anymore. What do you think? Does gay sex count?”
Ian stared at him, blue eyes wide open. His mouth moved but no sound came out. Anthony waited patiently, innocently waiting for Ian's response. He hoped that Ian wouldn't get angry. Maybe he thought that Anthony was making fun of him, or maybe Ian was actually an homophobic asshole. Eventually Ian managed to find his voice. “Aren't you a bit young to have sex?” He said, to Anthony's surprise. “I'm almost eighteen, Ian. I know what I'm doing. Or do you think no one is old enough to have gay sex?” It was a low blow, but Anthony hoped that Ian would now maybe reveal his own orientation. He was right. “Anthony, I'm the last person who has a problem with homosexuality. I just think that you shouldn't begin with sex if you are underage.” Anthony grinned. “I might have left out the part where I have already slept with a few guys. I don't regret it though,” Anthony moved from behind his desk and moved to stand in between Ian's legs. Ian didn't move, just looked up at Anthony, surprise evident in his eyes, “I actually really liked it, Ian.” Anthony whispered. “I like it when a man just bends over for me, letting me do what I want to him. But I also like it when he would press me against a wall, taking me like that. I'm not picky, I just really, really like sex.”
With that Anthony took the biggest risk he had ever taken, except maybe for that one time when he dyed his hair blonde. He hoped this would have a better result than that had been. He moved even closer to Ian and kissed him. At the same time he pressed his right hand to Ian's crotch. Jackpot. Ian was hard in his pants. Ian gasped in Anthony's mouth. Immediately Anthony took the opportunity to push his tongue into Ian's mouth. At first Ian didn't respond, but when Anthony moved his hand over Ian crotch, Ian moved his hands up and grabbed Anthony's hips. He kissed back, running his hands over Anthony's back. After a full minute they had to break loose, both gasping for air. “We shouldn't do this,” Ian panted, “I'm your teacher, and you are not even eighteen yet.” Anthony grinned, running his hands over Ian's legs. “It's just sex, Ian. It's supposed to be fun. All those rules... They're meaningless if you know what you want, and if both partners agree. And I definitely agree, and I think you do too.” “Ian hesitated, but when Anthony slipped his hand inside his pants he dropped his head to Anthony's shoulder and groaned. “If we do this, Anthony, then this needs to be a secret. I could lose my job, I could go to prison.” “Don't worry, I won't tell, otherwise I'd never get laid again. People wouldn't trust me, and you'd be away.” Ian looked up. “You really have been around, haven't you?” Anthony shrugged. “Is that a problem?” “Definitely not,” Ian responded, before kissing Anthony again, “I like it when a guy knows what he is doing.”
Ian was still sitting on the desk, Anthony standing between his legs. Anthony brought his hands up and cupped Ian's face before pressing a kiss on his lips. Ian closed his eyes and kissed back, still a bit shy and hesitant. That wouldn't do. Anthony stepped back and wrapped Ian's tie around his hand. He pulled it towards him, dragging Ian from his desk. Once again they were standing very close, Ian breathing nervously. Anthony smiled and winked. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, staring mischievously up through his eyelashes at his soon to be lover. Ian was looking down at him, blue eyes round and lips parted. Without breaking eye contact Anthony reached up and undid the button on Ian's pants. Ian inhaled sharply but did not move. Anthony then undid the zipper as well and pulled Ian's pants down a bit. He finally looked down at the bulge in Ian's underwear. He licked his lips, all ready to take Ian into his mouth. He swiftly pulled Ian's cock from the constraining fabric. Ian was hard, and Anthony felt himself drool a bit at the sight of Ian's beautiful dick. Anthony had seen a lot of cocks in his lifetime, but Ian's definitely ranked among the top three.
Without warning he opened his mouth and swallowed Ian's cock down, deep throating him in one go. Anthony had not been lying when he had said that he was experienced. Ian let out a loud moan, instinctively bucking his hips. Anthony pulled back a bit and covered his teeth with his lips before putting more pressure on Ian's cock. He swirled his tongue around the head and even pressed the tip of his tongue in the slit. Reaching up with one hand he firmly grabbed the base of Ian's erection, pumping it in time with the movements of his head. He used his other hand to gently massage Ian's balls. Some men were ticklish there, but judging by the sounds Ian was making he was thoroughly enjoying it. Ian leaned back against the desk, half standing, half sitting on it.
“Anthony,” Ian panted, “I'm close!” Anthony gave one last swirl of his tongue around the head before he pulled off. He kept the rhythm with his hand though, and continued playing with Ian's balls. Ian gripped the desk even tighter, knuckles whitening. He groaned and threw his head back, cock shooting white stripes of come directly on Anthony's face. Anthony closed his eyes and let it happen. He knew he looked really hot like this, and it turned him on as well. When Ian was done he sagged against the desk, trying to catch his breath. “That was...fucking...amazing...” He managed to choke out.
Anthony blindly grabbed for his emergency tissue in his back pocket and carefully wiped his face clean. And yes, he had an emergency tissue just for occasions like this, and it had come in handy more than once. When he was done cleaning himself he saw Ian looking at him with something akin to wonder in his eyes. “You are gorgeous, Anthony. And now it's my turn.” Ian slid of the desk, fixed his pants and dropped to his knees in front of Anthony. Anthony let himself be pushed back by Ian until he was lying on his back. Ian didn't waste time in undoing Anthony's pants and pulling his erect cock out. Ian slowly jacked Anthony's dick a few times before he licked a broad stripe from the base of Anthony's dick all the way to the top. Anthony folded his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable.
“I could so go to jail for this,” Anthony heard Ian mumble, “but I just really can't say no to this.” With that he finally wrapped his lips around Anthony's cock and sucked him down. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut, the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. Ian never used his hands, only his tongue and lips, bobbing his head up and down. Although Anthony was plenty experienced, he was still a teenage boy and it didn't take him long to feel the familiar tingling in his balls. “Ian!” He groaned, unable to say anything else. Ian did not stop his movements and before Anthony could try to warn him again he was already coming. Ian didn't even blink, just swallowed everything Anthony gave him. The feeling of Ian swallowing around his cock gave Anthony's orgasm an extra edge, making him feel shaky when he was finally done.
Ian leaned back, licking his lips to catch a few drops that had somehow not ended up in his mouth. All traces of the shy, reserved teacher were gone. Ian's hair was tousled, his tie was undone and his cheeks were flushed. Anthony suspected that he himself looked like a mess. He hastily tucked his cock back in his pants, which was quite easy considering he wasn't wearing underwear. He stood back up and looked over at Ian. This was always the hardest part. Anthony didn't do relationships, they were complicated and boring. He would, however, like to have someone as a regular fuck-buddy or something. Now he just hoped Ian was up for that.
Before he could open his mouth to ask though, Ian had already begun speaking: “Listen, Anthony, I really liked what we just did. But we shouldn't do this. It's dangerous and it could get us both in a lot of trouble. But on the other hand, you only live once. So I was thinking that maybe we should do this again sometime, you know, just occasionally...? Ian trailed off, looking hopefully at Anthony. Anthony pretended to think about it for awhile. “Well, Ian, I suppose we could,” he eventually said, “but just as fuck-buddies or something, nothing more. Okay?” Ian smiled happily. “Fine by me. Now go home. You have a lot of homework for tomorrow.”
And before Anthony could protest Ian had already worked him out of the classroom. Anthony was momentarily confused. He was usually the one leaving, or kicking others out. He wasn't used to being kicked out himself. He shrugged. Whatever, he got laid. All was well. All he needed to do now was find Toby. He had a lot to tell his best friend.
Thanks for reading. Also, if you have an idea for what to write for Dark Side of the Moon, let me know! I'm running out of kinky stuff ideas, but I really love the verse, so if there is anything you want to see happening there... I'll credit you if I use your idea. I only just now noticed that this fic has a Pink Floyd title as well. Coincidence, I swear!