Things I Should Not Be Writing About My Teachers
The last bell rang and he sighed in relief, visibly relaxing.
Don’t misunderstand, he loves his job, really, but sometimes everything and everyone are too much to handle. Sometimes he truly is afraid for the future, the kids that come through the classroom. He sits back in his chair as the last one runs out of the classroom, passing a hand over his face. It isn’t long before he can no longer hear the excited voices in the hall, this place emptied out quicker than a senior could make an excuse. Not that he could blame them, he can easily remember the amount of hell he had to suffer through. Sometimes he wonders if teaching is much different. No, no, he loves his job.
He shook his head, standing up to start putting together his things so he could finally go home when he hears the slap of sandals on the linoleum flooring of the hallway, and that could only mean one thing. He grinned at the sound of the door clicking open.
“Hello, Jose.”
“You don’t even turn around for me anymore… Not that I mind.”
The other man walked up behind him to give his ass a little slap, chuckling. He promptly claims the chair behind Spencer’s desk as his own, cracking a grin.
“You could’ve at least closed the door before you start spanking me…”
“Geez, Spencer, don’t get your dick in a twist. It’s not like anyone comes back here anyway. You’re in the boondocks, man.”
He turns to close the door after giving Jose a little scoff. Jose just grins wider in response and reaches for his hands to help him stand, pulling himself up and running hands up Spencer’s arms. A little shiver travels through him and Jose, never one to miss a single detail, takes notice.
“So now that the door’s closed…”
A heat rises in the back of Spencer’s neck and he smiles to distract himself from it.
“You never were good at being patient, were you.”
“Nope. Now strip.”
To be honest, he doesn’t really mind how commanding the other is. No one has ever speculated about the man’s masculinity, and Jose truly is something close to a perfect specimen of the male sex. He builds his own houses, he can cook worthy of a five star restaurant, and he can survive in the wilderness and does so at least once a month, if he can. The fact that he’s attractive is almost only a plus. Almost.
Spencer finishes shucking off his pants, and stands back up. Jose gives him a look of approval before pulling off his own shirt. His sandals are kicked aside as he begins to undo his belt and tug down the waistline of his pants. His hunting knife clatters on the floor under the heap of cloth.
“I still can’t believe you get away with bringing that thing to school.”
Jose grins. “Which do you mean, my knife or my knife?”
“Do you have to call it that? That makes this whole thing sound a lot worse…”
Jose just laughs in response as Spencer kneels down in front of him, licking his lips in anticipation or preparation, neither of them are sure which. A groan of relief escapes his lips as the other man finally takes him in his mouth. That’s what he needed. He’d been waiting for this all day. Sighing as Spencer grabs hold of his waist and begins to bob his head, he leans back against the desk.
Jose looks down at Spencer’s hollowed out cheeks, head pumping up and down, and want coils up somewhere deep inside him. Soon his hands find themselves on Spencer’s head, fingers combing through his hair. It doesn't take long to have him panting.
“Jesus, I still don’t know where you learned to do thi- oh god.”
A chuckle rumbled in Spencer’s throat and Jose near melted. He had to stop this before it was over too soon. He pulls away from Spencer’s mouth, leaving his lips with a wet pop. Jose doesn't get any protest or questions as he pulls Spencer up to bend over on the desk. Spencer knows now, there's nothing to question. And protests never work anyway. Fingers find his lips and Spencer parts them, letting rough fingertips into his mouth as he feels Jose’s wet shaft moving teasingly slow against his ass. He couldn’t help grinding his own hips up against the desk a bit, partially for feel the friction of Jose against him, and partially for the friction of his own cock against something, anything. Of course Jose doesn’t miss this, he never misses anything, and he reaches around to give Spencer a stroke or two before pulling wet fingers back out of Spencer’s mouth. He can feel Jose pull back off of him and arches his back to get his ass a little higher. A rough hand comes down just over his hip, hard enough to make a noise, but not enough to leave a mark. Spencer nearly whines.
“Jesus, just hurry up. Please.”
Grinning, Jose leans over his back to whisper in his ear.
“Who’s the impatient one now, hmm?”
“Dammit, Jose.”
He could hear the need in Spencer’s voice, so he saved whatever witty comeback and decided to go with a smirk instead. He knew it sufficed. Dragging his lips across Spencer’s shoulder, Jose turned his attention back to the sweet ass near waving in the air in front of him. When he probes a finger in he isn’t sure whether Spencer gasps or moans, but either way it’s hot, and he can't keep himself from adding two more. Though it may not have been the best idea he’s ever had.
“ahwhoahwhoahwhoahtooquicktooquick.”
Spencer winces and pulls away, and Jose drops the count down to two fingers instead of three.
“You act like your ass is still a virgin.”
“Don’t be complaining, it means it’s still tight.”
Jose gives a little growl and goes back to three fingers, pushing in and pulling out. Spencer gasps, but at this point Jose doesn’t really care. Need is running thick through his veins and there’s another muffled groan from Spencer and the condom’s on quicker than lightning. Jose’s hand reaches around for Spencer’s twitching cock as he thrusts in and gets a cry of ecstasy and just enough pain in reply. From there on his hips have a mind of their own and he’s panting like a wolf after a chase and Spencer’s rambling off about ohfuckohmygodshityesyesUNHchristfuckfuckfuckmefuck to the erratic rhythm of Jose pounding him and stroking him and the entire ordeal is primal and rough and the air is thick with lust and want and need and neither of them are really fully conscious anymore.
Then Spencer’s back arches and his muscles contract contract around Jose’s cock and leaves his hand still moving fast sticky and slick with cum. Spencer shudders with a groan and Jose isn’t far behind. He can’t help himself when he falls forward at the end and sinks his teeth into Spencer’s shoulder, provoking a wail of lustful pain. Spencer isn’t sure whether Jose groans or roars into his shoulder, but he’s too busy seeing stars anyway. He feels Jose collapse on his back, not even bothering to pull out, and the desk creaks a little in protest. They stay like that for a while, awkwardly perched on the edge and too exhausted to move, panting and euphoric.
Finally Spencer’s knees start to give out and he tries to push himself up, grunting in protest when Jose doesn’t move. He sighs a little when Jose slips out of him and stands up, and he lets himself relish the moment for just a little while longer before pushing on the desk to stand himself. Jose’s already tugging his shirt on and saying something about a bandaid and then he remembers the bite on his shoulder. Spencer pulls his pants on and reaches over his shoulder to pull back a hand with blood on it.
“Wow. You’re extra vicious today.”
“Fridays are always a fucking headache. Here. And you’re still grinning, you might wanna stop.”
Jose hands him a bandaid, as much good that's gonna do, and Spencer loses his smile in concentration as he tries to get it in the correct spot over his back. He finally succeeds and pulls his shirt on. Jose is at the door.
“See you Monday then?”
“Yeah. See you Monday.”