10 comments/ 10223 views/ 15 favorites The Biologist Ch. 01 By: alwaysnic ****This is a story with a plot line. If you are looking for something to get your rocks off, this is not for you. This is also a m/m story. Again if this is not your cup of tea, the leave. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck". I was trying my best not to have a heart attack as I paced the room at a speed which didn't help in calming my already racing heart beat. This was it. Today was the day that would either make me or break me. I had been waiting for this for...geez...three years now? Today was the day of my presentation to the board of directors that would either allow me to go ahead to Phase 2 or send me back to my laboratory to square one. I had been working on Phase 1 of the project for about three years. I started as a lowly undergraduate student lucky enough to get a spot as an undergrad researcher in the most respected laboratory in the entire Biology department. How I landed this spot, I had no fucking idea, but I didn't complain, too much. I started college right after I turned 18. Once there I had always known I wanted to major in Biology. The dynamics of the world around me has me completely enchanted. I landed a spot in the lab my sophomore year. At first I was just a tech; meaning I was stuck with slave duty cleaning beakers and making petri dishes. But I quickly moved up the ladder and became the lead researcher on the Kaolin project. Now for any who doesn't know what Kaolin is...it's clay. White clay. Extremely messy white clay. Phase 1 of my project was to isolate and determine the species of micro bacteria living in the clay causing it to spoil and therefore negating any use for the clay at all. This may seem fairly simple right? Wrong. It took me three years to develop the proper protocol for extracting the mirco organisms, grow them, and run their DNA through the system. By the end of all the Phases, we should be able to easily identify and kill the micro organisms living in the Kaolin. This will save companies millions of dollars and help to also keep the environment clean by eliminating the waste. All in all, if things went well, I could make some serious money and earn a lot of respect and prestige in the scientific community. My thoughts of all I that had been through were suddenly interrupted when the professor I had been working under burst through the door. He looked like he could kill someone at that exact moment, which would not surprise me in the least. He was in his fifties and had grey hair flecked with white streaks. He had cold grey eyes and a matching heart. He was Russian and spoke with a thick accent that took quite some time to get used to. I hated him. "Ben, what you doing?! You talk in 5 minutes! I hope you are prepared, you better not embarrass me. I expect the best in my laboratory. You better......" I tuned him out and just stared and nodded at him. He eventually left mumbling to himself in Russian. I rolled my eyes and sighed. " Ha! As if I would embarrass you. I had to tell YOU everything about Phase 1. You hardly come to the lab, and when you do, it's to belittle me..." I huffed. That man made me crazy. I sighed once more and headed to the door to present my speech. I stopped to look in the mirror before. Good thing I did. My hair was all over the place due to the fact I nearly had pulled it out just a few minutes ago. I did my best to tame the beast. Once satisfied, I drank in my appearance. I'm not going to lie; I was pretty good looking for a biology nerd. I stood about 5'11'' and had the body of someone who obviously took care of themselves. I played soccer and ran track in high school and continued through college so my body was extremely toned, but not overly muscular. I took pride in keeping in shape. I had jet black hair that looked to have blue tones in it with the right light that fell just past my shoulders. It complemented my ice blue eyes extremely well. I keep clean shaven due to the dangers of having facial hair in a lab (another tale for another time) and my skin was soft and pale. The only feature that blemished my face was a 4 inch scar that ran down my right cheek that I got from an explosion in the lab. It was light pink now and not too noticeable, as it looked like a small welt. The story about how I got it makes me laugh now; but at the time, it was terrifying. I wasn't at all bad looking for a 22 year old science buff, or any 22 year old for that matter. I took in a deep breath and held it as I walked out of my room and into the conference area to face my future. **** "Congratulations Mr. Johns. It seems all your hard work has paid off and there is enough proof to move onto Phase 2 of the project." It felt like I could breathe again. I just stood there taking it in. "We have some issues we would like to discuss with you of course. We would like for you to stay project leader and we feel as if you could best do that without the presence of Dr. Markov. He is of no use to us in this project. You would need to move to Michigan in order to have the proper equipment necessary to complete the project. We would pay for you to mover there and of course this would become your thesis for your PhD. We would pay for the entire cost of the tuition fees and give you a stipend of $50,000 a year as a salary. You will not be working for the school but for IMERYS, so you would report to us not them..." After hearing about that much, I was lost in my thoughts. No more Dr. Markov? This was like a dream come true. And it kept getting better and better hearing all of the details of my new life. I was on Cloud 9. "Mr. Johns?" Crap. What had they asked me? "Oh, sorry. Could you repeat the question? I was.." " Haha. Of course. I understand you had zoned out. This is a lot to take in. I asked if you would like to take the job?" "Of course! Thank you so much for this opportunity!" "Excellent. You need to be in Michigan in a week. I will have my assistant email you the details. I implore you to find a house immediately and begin packing. You will need to spend all of your time of this project. See you soon." **** A few short, but whirlwind days later, I found myself in Ann Arbor, Michigan staring at the building in front of me. I still couldn't believe it. I pushed open the doors to the science building and walked into my new world. Here is where I would spend most of my days. I had the key to my office and lab space and begin to look for them. I found it pretty quickly. When I opened the door, I looked at the most beautiful lab I had ever seen in my entire life. It made my previous lab look like a dungeon. The walls were white and in the middle of the room there were three large islands with black counter tops. There were tons of cabinets that were fully stocked with any chemical I could possibly ever need. The drawers of the islands were stuffed with beakers, pipettes, petri dishes, and pretty much any sort of disposable equipment I would need. The main room had a door on the left, which was my office, and also opened up into another room on the right that held all the machines I would need. An electron microscope, and PCR machine, qPCR machine..I could go on forever. I had died and was in biology heaven. I stepped out of the lab and noticed the golden plaque hanging on the wall near the door. "Mr. Johns, MS Microbiology. That's got a nice ring to it." I smirked thinking soon that MS will be a PhD. A small clearing of the throat caught my attention and I turned around to match a face to the sound. "Mr. Johns?" a small Asian woman in her late forties asked. "That's me. And you are...?" "Forgive me. I'm Dr. Cho. I work in the Genetic lab down the hall. You can call me Ellen though. I just wanted to come and welcome the newbie. I have heard a lot about you!" she squeaked. This woman was a fire cracker and I instantly knew we would be great friends. She was rambling on and on about how wonderful it is to see a new face around here and how she could show me around the campus. I cleared my throat and she said "Oh sorry, dear, I know I must be talking your ear off by know. I'll let you be. " I finally sat down in my office and began to surf the internet when I heard a noise in my lab. "I have got to remember to lock that door." I said to myself as I opened the door to my office expecting to see Ellen again. I was pleasantly surprised. I opened the door and saw the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life. He looked to be in his late twenties. Now I am pretty tall but he towered over me and stood at what I guessed to be 6'5''. He had chocolate brown hair and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. I want to say jade green, but that does not do them justice. He had a very strong jaw line and a perfectly sculpted nose. By looking at his chest and arms, it was obvious he worked out and kept in shape. He was wearing a black button up that showed off his arms and a pair of black slacks that made me very much to see what was underneath them. I suppressed a moan when he took a few steps towards me. "Bentley Johns I presume. I understand that you will be working in the Microbiology lab. Congratulations. I expect you to know what you are doing. Do not get in my way." He said in such a demanding tone that made a chill run down my spine and made my cock twitch. Then he walked out closing the door behind him. I walked back into my office trying to grasp what just happened. The most beautiful man came into my lab, threatened me, and left. The tone of his voice combined with his looks made me want to do everything that man asked of me. I was never a submissive in any of my past relations so this feeling was completely unnerving. I did not even know this man's name and yet I was willing to do anything to please him. I could not allow him to know this. **** The next week was the busiest of my life. With trying to get my lab and my office set up, unpacking all my belongings, and trying to get used to the new town, I literally was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I had not been able to talk to really anyone that week and had many missed calls from friends back in Georgia. Unfortunately this meant that I had also not seen my beautiful man in a week either. MY beautiful man? Jesus, I have problems. Finally on the weekend I had managed to have some free time and I promised Ellen I would have dinner with her at a small café later that night. First I wanted to hit the gym because I felt like a total sloth not being able to work out in a week. I decided to do some light running. Maybe put in about three miles or so. I grabbed the nearest treadmill and shoved my ear buds in my ears and got totally lost in my running. So lost in fact I had not noticed when he hopped on the treadmill next to me. I finally noticed him out of the corner of my eye and nearly tripped and almost flung off the machine. He looked gorgeous. He had on tight black under armour shorts and an equally tight blue under armour top that left little to the imagination. He was my definition of a god. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. This made me think of other ways to get him in that state, which again almost cause me to trip. He stifled a laugh at me and I flushed a deep red. He said something to me but I totally forgot I still had my music on. "What?" "Gabriel. Gabriel North." He then resumed his running. With a mixture of being turned on, flustered, and tired, I decided it was best if I headed to the showers. So that is exactly what I did. The locker room was empty and I was thankful for this small blessing. Standing under the hot spray, I let my mind wander to the place I had let it wander to all week. Gabriel. I pictured his glorious body naked under the shower with me. He took my now rock hard 7 inch cut cock into his hand and started to rub me. I groaned loudly and forced myself to stop thinking about this. It was getting me nowhere. My hand left my cock and I tried hard to focus on shampooing my hair. All of a sudden I felt someone wrap their arm around my chest and use the other to pull my hips into their body and pinning me to them. I turned my head and I saw those green eyes. "Gabriel, wh-what are you doing?" I managed to whisper out while wriggling to get free. "Be still." There was that tone again. The tone that sent shivers down my spine and made me want to do everything this man asked of me. I could not let him see that. "What are you doing?" I repeated still wriggling under his firm grasp. "I said be still. It will do you good to learn to obey me Bentley." I struggled internally with the thought of obeying him or arguing with him. I decided on the former and stopped struggling. "Good boy." He said as he moved his hand that was on my hip up my side. He traced his fingers along my abs and then moved to my nipples. He pinched one, hard. I let out a yelp that was filled with both pain and pleasure. "Quiet." He resumed playing with my nipple stroking it and pinching it. He then moved to the left one giving it the same attention as the other. I was rock hard and biting my lip in order to keep myself from moaning and crying out. He then moved his other arm that had me pinned to him and grabbed my wrists and held them together. He turned me around to face him and shoved me against the wall. He took the hand that held my wrists together and moved it above my head effectively pinning there. I again started to struggle to free myself from his grasp, although not with much effort because I secretly was incredibly turned on while feeling totally vulnerable. "Bentley, do not make me tell you again to be still. You will learn to obey me or you will be punished." He glared at me when he said this. I could not help but listen to the god of a man standing before me. I used this opportunity to look at his body. He had incredibly sculpted pecs and washboard abs. He was hairless except a delicious dark brown treasure trail leading into the shorts he still had on. His legs were incredibly toned and his thighs and calves were dusted in light brown hair. Then my eyes made it to the very large bulge inside his tight shorts. He was obviously as hard as I was and I wished he was just as naked. Once I had stilled again, he rewarded me with feather light touches down the side of my face starting on my scar, down my neck, then my chest, stomach and then finally to my dick. He took my member in his hand and slowly, and I mean slowly, stroking me. It was torture and bliss all at the same time. "Ga-Gabriel, pl-please." I moaned out. "This is what you deserve for not listening to me." "I-I'm sorry. Please. Please." I think he was satisfied in my apology or he really just wanted to hear me beg, either way, he started stroking me faster and harder. Remembering his earlier demand of quietness, I tried my best to stay silent. Soon I felt my balls tightening and bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as I shot my seed all over his hand and my chest. My eyes were closed when I felt him let go and I tried to slow my breathing. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my entire life. I had never come so hard. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes to finally ask Gabriel what the fuck just happened, but he was gone. I shook my head in a mixture of confusion and anger and quickly finished my shower. I would ask Ellen at dinner what she knew about him. I wanted to know more about the man who made me feel things I had never felt before. The Biologist Ch. 02 As I was walking back to my apartment from the gym, I couldn't help but replay the scene that had transpired in the shower over and over again. His behavior made no sense. Hadn't he been cold and threatening to me just the week before? Did it matter? I had a hard time convincing myself that it did, but the way my body responded towards his touches totally betrayed everything I was thinking. Finally back at my apartment, I forced myself to shove those thoughts out of mind. I had more important things to occupy my brain space. I actually lucked out in finding such a great apartment in such a short amount of time. There was a giant main living room that had a very modern look to it. Too bad it was filled with my old college furniture...The kitchen though, was my baby. The floors were hardwood in a deep mahogany color. The counters were a great tan granite color and all the appliances were stainless steel and all top of the line. I had allotted most of my money to the kitchen. Here is where I felt at home. Maybe it's the way cooking makes me feel. Everything in the lab is so controlled and precise. No room for error or improvising. Here, I can tweak things to my exact liking and make rash decisions about what to throw in the mix. As a result, I turned out to be a really good cook. There were two bedrooms, one I had turned into an office, and the other was mine, of course. I had a giant king size bed (another thing I spent a lot of money on). The bed was covered in Egyptian cotton white sheets and a huge warm, but light as a cloud, white duvet. I had always wanted an all white bed growing up, and now I finally had it. The walls I had painted a chocolate brown color and had touches of sea foam and gold accents throughout the room. Other than the kitchen, this room was my escape. I decided to take another shower. Considering how the last one ended up, I needed to just cleanse myself. I stood under the hot water for God knows how long when my peace was interrupted by my phone. I ignored it, but it just started to ring again. I cursed silently to myself as I stepped out from the warmth of the hot water and steam into the colder air of my room. "What?" I said into my phone a little more harshly than I intended to. "Geez, SOMEONE is in a mood. Anyway I just wanted to call and tell you that I have to push dinner back an hour....I am stuck in the lab waiting for these plates to finish up." Ellen replied. "That's fine. I've been there before. See you soon." "Bye dear!" Looking at the clock I was thankful she called, because if not, I would not have made it on time. How long had I been in the shower? At least now I had time to get ready. I decided on a pair of dark wash jeans that were a bit on the skinny side, but not too tight, and a cobalt blue button up shirt and black shoes. After spending way too much time on my hair trying to get it to look less like I had just gotten out of bed, I gave up. I mumbled angrily to myself about just cutting it short as I put in into a small ponytail. As I reached the restaurant, I saw Ellen waving at me like a teenage girl. I chuckled to myself and thought how in the world was she so happy and peppy all the time. Having never eaten at this café before, I wasn't too sure what to order, but as it turned out, I don't think it would have mattered. Everything was delicious. The waitress we had was probably around my age or so and was quite pretty. She had strawberry blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She was a little on the taller end for most girls but she had very distinct curves. Any one, male or female, could clearly see how pretty she was. "And what can I get for a handsome gentlemen such as yourself tonight?" she said in a tone that almost implied something other than taking my food order. "I'll have the Herb Crusted Salmon with the marinated vegetables. And a sweet tea." She giggled a little and said "Obviously you are from the south judging by that accent, but I am so sorry, we don't have sweet tea. I can bring you unsweet and there is some sugar on the table if you wish." Mentally crying on the inside about not being able to have my sweet tea fix, I mumbled "Water is fine." She took Ellen's order, winked at me, then left. Still depressed about the sweet tea it took me a few seconds to see Ellen smirking at me. "What?" "She likeeeedddd you." She sang. "Huh." "Huh? Huh? She was gorgeous. Could you not tell? How out of it are....oh!" I mentally cringed at what was about to come. Now I have never been one to be embarrassed about being gay or anything, but I didn't announce it to the world. If I was asked, I would answer honestly. And a few times in the past, it has led to some issues. "Or maybe you didn't notice because she doesn't have the right equipment." I nearly choked on my drink. "Oh sweetie that's wonderful! Don't worry about anything. I won't tell anyone of you don't wish me too, Ben. And I will still love you all the same." I managed to mumble out a small "Thanks". After that, dinner went by with no consequence. Ellen pretty much took hold of all the conversation telling me about what exactly she did in her lab and how she came to work for the University and the classes she teaches. I told her a little about my undergrad and graduate school programs and what exactly I was doing in my research. Soon the evening was over and the waitress brought us our check. Ellen insisted on paying, despite my arguing, but giggled as she looked at it; in the top corner, our waitress had put her name and number with a little heart next to it. I just laughed along with Ellen. When I got home I was completely exhausted and stripped down out of all my clothes. I slept naked most of the time because I loved the feel of my sheets against my skin. I was out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. But the thought that I completely forgot to ask Ellen about Gabriel quickly passed into my head. **** I woke up early the morning wanting to get started in the lab as soon as possible because I knew I had a long process ahead of me. Phase 2 consisted of growing the microbes in the Kaolin, then identifying the exact species of organisms in the clay. In Phase 1, it had taken me forever to determine that there were indeed things growing in the clay and then identify the two distinct classes of microbes. First there were the methanogens. These microbes produce methane as a metabolic byproduct. These are classified as Archaea , which is more primitive than Bacteria. These guys are most commonly found in marshes and animal remnants (most commonly known for in cows). The other group of microorganisms is the Sulfur Acetogens. These are far more advanced than the methanogens as the rely on sulfur for metabolic purposes. Anyway, I needed to get started on making the plates and growing the microbes because I needed a decent number of cultures to provide enough DNA for all the tests I need to do. So I popped in my ear buds and got to work. I decided to make about 150 plates up. After I made the mix, I had to autoclave the batch in order to kill anything that was possibly growing in the flasks or anything that may have fallen in the solution as I prepped. This would take about two hours. In the mean time I figured I would go ahead and prep the Kaolin solution. I measured out enough clay to match the plate counts and put in into the centrifuge. I paused my music to listen to one of most favorite sounds in the world. Call me a nerd but I love the soft purring sound the machine makes as it rotates the mix at an impossibly fast speed. Once that was down and I had filtered out the supernatant and did the proper dilutions, I had about an hour and a half left before the autoclave went off. Deciding there was not much I could do until my batch was done baking I decided to walk around the science building. I had been here almost two weeks and I still had yet to take in the beauty of the place I practically lived in. There were three floors to the old brick building; each level having its own "major" and held rooms for classes and multitudes of student and private labs/offices. The basement was where the Physics and Geology departments were. Something about their machines needing firm grounding or whatever caused them to claim that floor. It had been nicknamed "The Dungeon". I clearly understood why. It was dark down there because of the lack of windows due to the fact it was underground. There was no cell service and it was cold. Not my cup of tea. The second, and main, floor is obviously the best floor because it is the biology floor. The third floor is the Chemistry floor and it brings up feelings or angst, depression, frustration, and pure hatred. I quickly walked around that floor before I had to leave. Finally there is a small staircase in the corner of the biology hall that is almost hidden. It leads up to the old closed down observatory. After walking up the spiral staircase, I entered the most peaceful place I have ever been in. It was dark save the small light let in by the single window in the roof of the dome. There was no furniture of any sort in the room except for empty bookshelves and an old desk. There was a small nook where you could sit and not be seen by anyone, I immediately decided this was going to become my new spot. I loved it here and it gave me plenty of time to think and get away from the chaos of my job. My alarm went off all too soon telling me my agar mix was complete. With a sigh I slowly made my way back to my lab. It was only noon and I still had so much to do... **** Once back in the lab, I had to quickly pour the mix into the plates before it thickened up. Once done I just had to wait a few minutes for the agar to harden then I could incubate them just to double check nothing was growing on them yet. I took these few minutes to wash the equipment I used. There is nothing more I hate in the world than a dirty lab. I was so involved in washing the equipment and dancing to the music being pumped into my ears that I hadn't seen the person in the doorway to my lab. Gabriel was leaning casually on the door frame of the lab enjoying the sight in front of him. Bentley hadn't noticed he was there and was dancing to the beat of whatever he was listening to. Gabriel took this opportunity to look over Bentley. He was shorter and smaller then Gabriel but not feminine. He had a toned body and was wearing jeans that hugged his hips and ass in just the right way. His shirt was snug with the sleeves pushed up showing off arms. His dark black hair was pulled back up off his face and neck with a stray piece hanging in his eyes. Gabriel wanted so much to see it down and run his fingers through it and tug on it. The way he was moving his hips wasn't especially sexy but he had such a cute ass that it took a surprising amount of will power to stop Gabriel from going over there and bending him over the counter and taking him hard and fast right there. Gabriel told himself Bentley was more than a quick fuck. He was worth the wait. He knew he was very dominant in his ways liked to get what he wanted without question, but he didn't want to scare Bentley. He needed to take this slow. Well slow according to Gabriel. All of a sudden I felt a tingle run down my spine as I scrubbed the flask. It was a very familiar tingle. One that made me uneasy yet turned on at the same time. When I turned around to look at the source of this feeling, no one was there. Did I imagine that? Maybe I am just being paranoid. Or obsessed. Either way, this is not healthy.... I quickly shoved these thoughts away and continued cleaning. I nearly had a heart attack when I felt someone touch my shoulder. "What?!" I snapped as I turned around and ripped out my ear buds. Instead of the green eyes I was expecting, I was looking into brown ones. "Geez sorry. I called your name out. Maybe if you took those things out every once and a while...." Ellen laughed, clearly amused by my reaction. "Who were you expecting?" "No one. I have to start remembering to lock that door....." "Well come take a break and have some lunch. By the looks of it, you will be pulling an all nighter and you need to remember to eat Ben." I groaned. She was right. I was going to be here all freaking night. I had to constantly check my supernatant dilutions and plates for any sign of contamination and I had to also start prepping the materials for the next portion of the experiment. She was also right about me not remembering to eat. Back in Georgia when I was in the lab my meals consisted of some sort of candy bar or chips from the vending machine, coffee, and sweet tea. Ellen insisted on going to this burger joint down the street. I got weird looks when I asked if they had any sort of veggie burger. They didn't. So I just got some chicken fingers and fries. And a stupid water again. I would make it my life goal to find a place that served sweet tea in this town. "Veggie burger?" "I don't eat red meat. Just fish and I try to eat chicken at least twice a week." We ended up losing track of time and by the time I got back to the lab it was close to 5 o'clock. I mentally cursed at myself because now I definitely was going to be here all night. After checking on my plates again, they needed about four hours before they needed to be taken out and inoculated. I decided to do some research and see if there was any way I could narrow down the list of possible species of microorganisms. I was brought out of my research induced stupor hours later when my alarm went off apparently for the second time as four and a half hours had passed. I took out the plates and once I deemed them uncontaminated, I began to prep them with my Kaolin slurry. I was completely unaware of anything other than my plates and my music when I felt that there was someone behind me. For the second time that day, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw another person in the room. This time my blue eyes met green ones. I took my ear buds out just as Gabriel said something about maybe not wearing them all the time. I was not in the mood for this right now. "What do you want, Gabriel? Isn't there somewhere else you can be?" "For one, I want you not to speak to me like that again. Ever. I do not appreciate that tone, Bentley." "My tone? You don't appreciate my tone?! Seriously? I have been here all day. I am tired. You come in here to MY lab, unannounced and you get mad at me? No. And stop touching my things. You are going to contaminate everything." Gabriel was wearing an evil but amused smirk on his face and there was something in his eyes that made him seem slightly dangerous. Then I felt that damn tingle again. Was my body not aware that I was not in the mood for his antics right now? Apparently not; I could feel myself getting harder by the second. I turned around quickly to hide my arousal and also because I could not look into those green eyes of his. I tried my best to focus on swabbing my plates again. I could still feel his presence behind me. "Please go. I have things to Gabriel." I sighed in relief when I heard him leave and close the door behind him a minute later. I rushed to my office while reminding myself to start locking that door; even though I had probably said it about a hundred times already. My plates weren't done but I needed to sit down. What in the world was going on? Why did my body respond to him like that? I hate being told what to do, or so I thought. I groaned and threw on a pot of coffee on the small maker I have in my office. I screamed internally when I heard a knock on my door and someone walk in. "What now? What could you possibly want now?" I shouted as I walked out of my office expecting to see Gabriel again. Instead I saw a man I had never seen before. He was maybe around thirty or so. He was wearing think black rimmed glasses, khakis, and an argyle sweater. His hair was parted on the side. He screamed nerd. He gave me a bemused look and chuckled slightly before announcing who is was. "I'm Daniel Spencer. I am the assistant and secretary to the Head of the Biology program here. I am here to inform you that the Head wants to have a meeting with you to discuss your research and your findings and what not." "You are aware that I do not work for the school, correct? The company I am working for is paying you to let me be here and use this equipment. I report to them about everything. My research is in no way affiliated with the school." "Yes, we are aware of the situation. The Head would still like to meet you formally because you are indeed here and using our equipment. Be at the buff at 8pm on Friday." With that he left and closed the door behind him. The buff or Buffington's was a local grill and bar in town. I sighed and ran my hands over my face. This day could not be worse if it tried. **** Friday was approaching quickly. I was literally dreading this meeting. I can understand wanting to meet me because I am using some highly expensive equipment, but I was still not looking forward to it. After shutting myself in the lab all day Monday and Tuesday and most of today, I decided to quit and head to the gym. I hadn't been since the whole shower incident last week and I felt lazy. I went home and changed quickly into some old running shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Once there I put in about three miles on the treadmill before I headed to the weight room. I found an open bench and began to do some light weight with lots of reps, as I didn't want to bulk up. Suddenly I heard metal clinking metal and realized someone had put more weight on my bar. Then I was looking up into those green eyes. "Lift." I must have hesitated longer than he liked because he said, "Lift Bentley, you know with your arms. I will spot you. Now." Struggling internally about listening to him, I lifted. We worked silently for the next hour as he kept adding weight until I had maxed out on my bench press and my squats. "Go shower. You smell." I wanted to scream at him for insulting me but I had no energy left. My muscles burned. I was tired and I felt like I could barely move. When I got in the showers though, I couldn't help but think about what happened last time and I secretly wanted it to happen again. It didn't. As I walked to the locker room, Gabriel was there changing. I willed myself not to look, but failed. The man was beautiful. There wasn't much else to it. It looked like he had showered too because he had beads of water dripping off his hair and rolling down his back and chest. He was wearing nothing but some tight black briefs that showed off his perfect ass and thighs. His abs were so defined that I just wanted to rub my hands across them. His nipples were hard and perfectly sized and I had the sudden desire to lick them. When I made it up to his face, I realized he was staring right at me. I turned deep red. "Be here tomorrow at 6pm. Don't be late." "Tomorrow..?" "Yes. Tomorrow. We will do shoulders and abs. Also, buy some fucking workout clothes. Those are a disgrace." I was fuming when he left. He was going to seriously complain about my clothes after he demanded I work out with him again? Then I was mad at myself because I was feeling a little bit excited about seeing him again. **** Thursday went by pretty quickly and 6pm was almost here. My muscles were screaming at me and I really did not want to go, but I have a feeling I would regret it if I didn't. Something in Gabriel's voice made me want to obey him. Around 4pm I went to the vending machine to get a Snickers bar, which had been my lunch the past few days, when I heard complete and utter chaos break out around the corner. I ran back towards my lab praying it was not the source of the noise. The Biologist Ch. 02 It was. Some idiotic undergrad had wandered into my lab and knocked over some chemicals. By the time I got there, Ellen and a few other faculty members were screaming and yelling and shouting orders about cleaning the mess up. Not knowing what he had spilled, it was potentially very dangerous. The poor kid looked like he was about to cry. I knew this was my entire fault for leaving the door open, but no one would see it that way. I was mad, but I would not take it out on him. I quickly calmed the situation explaining the chemicals he spilt were just buffers and there was no serious damage done. After a bit, everything was clean and deemed safe by the biohazard team and I could re enter my lab. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I raced home and barely made it to the gym by 6. Gabriel was already there and looked agitated. "You just made it on time." "Look, don't even start. Some stupid kid wandered into my lab and spilt chemicals all over the floor. We had to have it cleaned and checked out and I was not going to leave until I knew my lab and my samples were safe." I huffed. "One day, we will have a discussion about that attitude of yours Bentley. Right now, we have work to do." I suddenly felt like his definition of discussion was way different than mine. I felt that tingle again. We worked out quietly for a few hours before he called a quits. Again, I was exhausted. "Go shower. Tomorrow we will take a day off to rest. " I felt guilty for some reason in responding. "I couldn't meet tomorrow anyway. I have a meeting with the department head tomorrow night." "Okay. See you later Bentley. Behave yourself." I tried to understand why he felt then need to tell me to behave, but I shrugged it off. **** For some reason I was a bundle of nerves before my meeting with the Department Head. I had taken the day off from the lab to rest and try and compose myself. I didn't work for the school so why was I so nervous? This was silly. I had no idea what to wear so I decided on something casual but nice. I picked out a pair of dark jeans and paired them with a white button up and a maroon sweater over it. Completely giving up on my hair, I threw it in a ponytail. I hardly ever wore it down anymore. I still was not used to how cold it was up here, so I pulled on a dark blue pea coat. I arrived at the restaurant early and got a table. A few minutes later I heard someone walking up to me and sit down. As I looked at the person across from me, I shook my held and held in a moan. I should have known. This was too much. Gabriel walked up to the table wearing tight black jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket. He looked amazing. "You are the Department Head? How?" "My father was the Head before myself and when he passed away a few years back, the University saw it fit to have me replace him. I have a PhD in Molecular Biology. I am more than qualified for the position Bentley." "What do you want with me?" I blurted out. I flushed a deep red. "I think you know what I want. I want you. All of you. I want not only for you to be a part of my department; I want you a part of my life. I have done my research on you, Bentley. I would not allow just anyone into my team, let alone in a lab. You are exceptionally bright and I know you have a deep passion for what you do. You are stubborn and opinionated. But don't worry, I'll break you of those nasty habits soon enough." I just blinked at him. He wanted me? Break me of those habits? I did not know what to think but I was immediately turned on. I could not find words. "I know you want this, think about it. In the mean time, let's eat. I'm starving." The rest of the dinner was quite enjoyable and I got to actually talk to Gabriel. I found out he was 27 and he had gotten his doctorate here. He used to work in the Cell Traffiking lab until he became the Department Head. Then he had the entire Biology department, students and professors/researchers to deal with. It became too much and he had to hand down his lab. The more I learned about him, the more I liked him. I could see that there was more to him than the arrogant and cold attitude he wore. Around 11pm I started yawning and he noticed. "I'll let you go. You need sleep. " As we walked to the parking lot I headed towards my car. I was about to get in when I was turned around and slammed into the side of my car. His lips slammed into mine. He started pushing his tongue to my lips and I opened my mouth for him to claim it. His tongue swept over mine and explored my mouth with force. His hands were holding my face to his. I grabbed his hips and pulled him close to me. I needed to feel more of him. I felt how hard he was and started to grind my hips against his. This caused a deep moan in the back of his throat. When he finally pulled away for air, I was left dizzy and felt empty with the loss of contact. I was breathing hard and trying to regain some composure. He backed up from me and turned and walked away. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm stopping by your lab. I want to see the progress you had made thus far." I was left still breathless and completely hard by that amazing, ravishing kiss. At that point, I knew he owned me. I would do anything for another kiss like that, but I still would not admit that to him so soon. I was scared and excited at the same time. Once my head had cleared and I started breathing again, I knew tomorrow would literally be a brand new day for me; whether I was ready for it or not.