0 comments/ 40221 views/ 1 favorites What Happened Last Night Ch. 02 By: Joserlin Steam rose in thick curls to brush the ceiling of the shower cubicle as Sean washed away the creamy stains spoiling his smooth flesh. Hot water, almost too hot, reddened his normally pale skin and dripped from the strands of his dark hair. Sean had just closed his eyes and stepped under the spray, rinsing one last time, when he felt another pair of hands caress the sides of his chest. Rocking back on his heels, he felt Joserlin’s arousal as a rigidity against his backside. “You didn’t let me finish. Or did you really think that that was all that happened last night?” Jos whispered hoarsely into Sean’s ear. Sean moaned lightly as the roving hands made light passes over his own still hard sex. “Hmm… no, I hadn’t thought you’d believe that was all. You had to know that after tasting Mathew’s cum, I’d simply had to have more. I pushed him up onto the desk, and got him onto his hands and knees before I started to lick and suck on his balls.” Joserlin turned Sean around and kneeled down on the hard shower floor in front of his lover, starting to lick at his penis and balls. Placing soft kisses on the smooth skin of his thighs. “One after another,” Joserlin continued between licks, “I’d draw them into my mouth, roll my tongue around the hairy sacks, pull down on them just a bit.” Sean gasped as Jos’ hot tongue worked its way further back and started circling his entrance. He played his fingers through his partner’s wet hair, encouraging more of this blessed torture. It was beyond his wildest fantasy for Joserlin to be here, doing such sweet things to him, while talking of his taking of young Mathew. “He went absolutely wild when I did that to him, Sean. I don’t think anyone had ever kissed him there, in that most secret of places. I’d had to brace him to keep him from falling off the desk… much like I’m trying to keep you from collapsing in this shower,” Jos laughed softly, “and when I forced my tongue inside him, you would have thought that he’d seen stars.” Jos’ hot slippery tongue pushed inside his partner, coaxing a whimpering moan from his lips. “So good.” “Yes, Sean. I do know how you like this.” “Don’t stop. Ever.” “Never, love. I will never stop loving you; with my heart, my mind, my body, never.” With those words from Joserlin, Sean gasped and drew his lover up to his feet, unable to keep from kissing him for another second. “I love you too,” Sean murmured, when at last they had to break apart for air. Joserlin’s eyes flashed gold and he took Sean’s hand in his, while turning the water off with the other, and led him out of the shower. Carefully, he dried him off with the soft fluffy towel left nearby for just that purpose. As the fabric brushed against Sean’s ripe nipples, flat abdomen, and perfect arse, both men could feel themselves becoming even more aroused. Soon the towel was abandoned in favour of fingers and palms caressing smooth skin, and hot mouths sucking at each other’s lips. “That was when he begged me. Mathew actually begged me to take him, just because of how I had tongue fucked him into aching hardness,” Joserlin continued as he and Sean pressed their lengths together between the bellies. “He said he couldn’t take anymore and that he had to have me inside him before he came. How could I resist a plea like that? A former student, asking me to fuck him right in my own office, at the very school we had both attended. All my fantasies come true. “I grabbed my spare bottle of lube, the raspberry flavoured one that you made for me Sean, and slicked my fingers. I think he must have been contemplating this before hand as well, really. He was so open and ready for me. I was able to slide two fingers in right away. His position on the desk was perfect, and I was teasing his prostate in no time at all. I couldn’t get over how eager he was, and how excited his reactions were making me. It was almost as good as that first time we made love, Sean,” Jos continued into Sean’s upturned eyes from where Sean had sunk to lick and suck on his partner. Sean began to bathe the head of his prick in firm broad strokes, causing Joserlin to gasp for the breath to continue his story. “And when I finally sunk into him, he slid his legs out to the side and took me fully in with just the one thrust.” “Hockey. Good. For. Something.” Sean managed around the firmness in his mouth. “Mmm. Yes, I suppose so. Of course, neither of us lasted long, what with him being so young, and the exquisite tightness of his channel when he orgasmed. God, Sean, I want to do him again. But even more than that, I want to watch you do him too. Can’t you just see him? Him spread open and so eager for you. Panting in lust. Can you feel him Sean? All that warm slick constriction around your penis?” Seeing Sean’s cock trembling against his stomach, Joserlin carefully pulled himself from the moist heat of Sean’s mouth and guided him to stand facing the wall. Removing the lube from the vanity over the sink, he coated his hand and his penis, braced himself, and entered Sean in one smooth movement. Stroking his already slicked hand around his partner’s dick, he waited for the gasps and moans to become more throaty, and for Sean to start pushing back against him. Joserlin made a couple of preliminary thrusts before pausing and correcting his angle, and when Sean started to whimper and beg for him to go faster, harder, deeper, rougher, he released his control and started fucking him with full force. “Oh fuck your hot. So hot. So tight. So perfect.” “There. More. Now. Please.” “Oh God, I love to hear you beg to me.” “Never leave me.” “More.” “Oh yes. Like that. Exactly there.” “Fuck. I could come from your voice alone. You are too fucking sexy for life.” Joserlin whispered, pressing Sean harder against the bathroom wall, nipping at the nape of his neck, suckling on his earlobe, until both were lost in the heat and fury of their lovemaking. “Ah! There! Yes! Faster! Joserlin!” “Can’t wait. Ahh! Sean!” “I love you!” Sean cried out, as the inevitable force of their orgasms brought them crashing back to earth. Kissing passionately, they sank down the wall to rest, still entwined, on the bathroom floor. When Joserlin’s softening penis finally slipped free of his partner, Sean rose to the unavoidable and dampened a cloth to wipe them both clean. Tugging on Jos’ hand, he led him back into the bedroom to collapse on the king-sized bed. Sean smoothly climbed in behind his friend and partner, and pulled the duvet to cover them both before cuddling in close and taking Joserlin in his arms. “Goodnight, Jos.” “Goodnight, Sean. I love you,” Joserlin said softly, as he fell into satiated sleep. Tears sprang unbidden to Sean’s eyes, at the tenderness voiced in those words. With his last conscious thought before joining his mate in slumber, he thanked God that he was finally no longer alone, and prayed that he might soon have the opportunity to watch Mathew and his Joserlin together.” What Happened Last Night Ch. 03 Author's Note: Many thanks go out to Abbey Road who kindly beta'd this for me, and helped me through some absolute disasters in my train of thought. All other errors are soley my own. -Tonight- That was all the note said. Yet with that one word, Joserlin was nearly ready to jump up from his desk, jump out the window, and go dance on the main courtyard in the rain. Scaring his second period class to death, no doubt, in the process. How was he ever supposed to finish off teaching the last two classes of the day, and sit through supper like a regular human being? -Tonight- That was all the note said. Yet it was more than enough to push Sean past his normally caustic humour into something far more violent, almost sadistic, in fact. Tonight… how was he ever going to be able to cope with seeing his beloved and their fantasy toy together? Would he be able to restrain his emotions and actions, knowing as he did that the other two had already been with each other? More importantly, did he even want to try to keep himself under control? -Tonight- Mathew’s mind went to the notes he’d just sent. His thoughts wandered and visions of legs propped against his shoulders, eyes darkened in passion, and straight black hair pooling against the pillowcases filled his mind’s eye. At last, he was going to have the man he desired. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and went back to marking the frosh’s essays. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sean was beside himself with anxiety, an anxiety that had definitely bled over into his classes today. If he’d been less pre-occupied, he would probably have enjoyed it: five beakers had exploded, three students had had to leave for the on-campus clinic for a sedative, and for the cream on the cake, the latest blasted Thompson offspring to attend the university had managed to dye his desk green. He was almost tempted to skip dinner and go straight to bed instead; but like a mute reproach, a note on his personal desk taunted him with: -9pm. My rooms. ~Jos-. If he didn’t go, he knew Jos would most likely tease him for chickening out. That would never do. Best to hold back his emotions for the time being. Sometimes loving someone was far too much like being party to a murder plot. “First things first,” Sean said to himself, “Dinner with the rest of the staff. With any luck, dean Anderson will have already figured it all out, decide it to be against his interests, and will forbid the encounter. Of course, the Thompson brat might become the next honorary chemistry professor just as easily.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “More bread Sean? You really should eat up. You’ll want your strength later,” Joserlin stated, lightly setting his hand on his partner’s knee. “Oh, is that why you’ve already consumed enough to feed an entire family, Jos? Some people know to say ‘enough’ when they are full.” “Indeed. Well, I guess the new cafeteria is always open for late night meals. Please yourself.” “Of course.” Joserlin couldn’t understand it. This was an opportunity, the one that the two of them had been fantasizing about for what seemed to have been an eternity. Yet now Sean seemed upset. Perhaps it was the day he’d had? Joserlin had heard rumours of the string of catastrophes that had plagued his love’s classroom that afternoon. Or maybe Sean was feeling poorly, even though he didn’t really act sick. Surely he wasn’t upset about what was to happen that evening? No, the Sean he knew wouldn’t hold back like that, his forthrightness was renowned. Either he wanted something, or he’d pointedly decline it. Frustrated and confused, Joserlin set about finishing his supper. Maybe after they ate he’d be able to corner Sean and get him to say what was wrong. Further down the table, Mathew slowly eased his way through his second plateful of roast beef and potatoes. He was quite aware that something was bothering both Sean and Joserlin. The note he’d found in his rooms earlier seemed to indicate that their threesome was still on for tonight, but if he’d had to guess from their actions, he would have been sure that it was called off. Mathew had been hard all night long. He’d actually had to put on an extra pair of underwear, just to try and keep his arousal from leaking through. He glanced up at the ceiling and the lowering dusk it portrayed. Only a couple more hours left. He could hardly wait. He hoped the others were just as excited. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There it was. The door to Joserlin’s chambers stood slightly ajar, as if to further entice him inside. Why was he doing this? He knew it was going to hurt to see his lover and Mathew together, but it was like having a toothache; even though you knew it would hurt, you couldn’t keep from pressing against it. His hand rose, seemingly of its own volition, formed a fist, and knocked lightly against the door. “Come in, Sean. We’ve been waiting for you.” Joserlin’s voice came from somewhere inside the room. ‘Somewhere inside’ turned out to be from the vicinity of the sofa, which commanded the best spot in front of the blazing fire. Mathew, who was sitting at the opposite end of the sofa, looked up as the door shut. He smiled a warm welcome and gestured with his half-filled wine glass to the bottle sitting on the sideboard. “Help yourself, Sean. We were just discussing what we could get room service to bring up from the kitchens for us. Cheese and crackers to go with the wine sound ok by you?” “Yes, that would be fine.” Sean replied as he filled a glass with the crimson liquid, and proceeded to the only open place to sit, the spot between the other two men on the sofa. “Sean, I must apologise.” Sean looked up, momentarily confused, as Mathew began, “I never gave you the credit you deserved for all those years while I was a student. I never guessed how poor of a quality some of the essays and tests turned in could actually be! That on top of all the extra things you do… well, I honestly don’t know now how you managed to be as nice as you were!” Mathew smiled. “Yes, well… at least there was only one Thompson in your year. Even if that Smith kid did tend to make up for the rest,” Sean said, clearly uncomfortable to be receiving a compliment. "I don't see how it really matters all that much," Joserlin interjected, "how many other activities one pursues or troubled students one has. A teacher has to give his life over to his students." Mathew looked over at Joserlin in a bit of shock. How could Joserlin say something like that, and honestly think it applied? "Joserlin, that isn't fair. Sean routinely offered his very sanity for his students, me especially!" Sean's embarrassment grew. Far too many compliments in too short of a time were keeping him too far off balance to form a suitable reply to diffuse the situation. He could see that Joserlin was becoming upset with the way Mathew had brought up Sean's ability to always be where he'd been needed in the past, whereas Joserlin and his former lover, Liam, had been essentially kept out of the loop by the dean. Mathew had turned to sit sideways on the couch to easier speak with the other two men. His elbow rested on the back of the sofa, and he now dropped his hand to Sean’s shoulder, resting it there a minute in wordless understanding and apology for the tenseness of the circumstances. Sean forced himself to relax under the gesture. "A lot of teachers gave their all to keep all of their students safe," he said. "A lot of people took countless risks." Both of the dark haired men missed the sudden flare of jealousy in Joserlin's steel blue eyes. Joserlin knew that over the course of the evening, all three of them would touch and comfort each other in some way, but it was to have been at his direction. He was supposed to be the one in control. He slid closer to Sean, to have them sitting so their sides would touch, only to feel his lover tense again, and ease nearer the younger man. Sighing, he got up and went to fetch himself another glass of wine. "... and there was John, sitting on the floor, still drunk as anything, with his study notes soaked in vomit. I couldn't help but think of Ron in second year," Mathew said with a laugh. Obviously, Joserlin had returned in the middle of 'story time for professors'. He just didn't know how things could have gone so wrong. Weren't they supposed to be naked and having fun by now? Wasn't Joserlin supposed to be buried balls deep inside of Mathew, watching him take Sean in his mouth? He stared into the slowly dying fire and gulped down his wine. "I had felt like I was having a flashback from when you were in school myself the next day. Watching him titrate to buffer with that leaky old apparatus. If I'd known he'd been immersed in alcohol, I doubt if I'd even have dared let him do the practical that day." Sean rolled his eyes expressively, and Mathew laughed and stood up to get them all some more wine to drink. "I don't doubt that at all. And there isn't even a Sarah in that year to tell you things like that either!" "No. I don't know whether to be annoyed at that turn of events, or to be happy not to have to put up with the know-it-all attitude that girl always brought with her," Snape bitched, taking the offered wine with an elegant hand. "You know Professor, I never did understand why you had such a hard time dealing with her. Was it just that she was a friend of yours truly?" Mathew questioned. "No. Well, not entirely," Sean amended, "she was a brilliant and naïve student, and I hated the thoughts of so much blind intelligence being led like a lamb to slaughter. You saw how Anderson..." Joserlin, bored by the chatted going on beside him, drifted into his own thoughts and began picturing the look on Sean's face as Mathew took the potion's master down his throat. Thought of how wanton Sean would look, his hair damp with sweat, eyes glazed, as Mathew would prepare himself with two slicked fingers. Joserlin reached out a hand to stroke his lover to an even higher arousal, massaging his precum into the lubricant covering Sean's prick. The sight of the dignified chemistry professor being urged to mount the younger professor, and himself guiding Sean to the sweet goal between Mathew's legs, was almost too much to bear. Joserlin felt his own erection firming within his trousers at the thoughts in his head... "Joserlin! Stop it! Now is not the time for that at all!" Sean hissed at the badly distracted man. Joserlin snapped back to the present to realize that his one hand was rubbing his member through his clothes, while his other was fumbling with the closure on Sean’s pants. Mathew was trying to not be obvious while watching the two other men, and Sean looked quite embarrassed and upset. Mathew could see how awkward this scene was going to become. He knew he'd never have another chance with the man he desired if he didn't somehow help him save face now. Joserlin was also looking rather shame-faced at what had happened. Perhaps it was time to end this evening now, before and wine-soaked reactions took matters beyond mend. “Oh my God!” Mathew exclaimed, looking over at the clock on the mantle some time later. “It can’t be that time already? I promised to help tutor some students after breakfast tomorrow… um… today. Sorry guys. Maybe we can continue this some other night?” Joserlin looked near mutinous, and petulantly folded his arms over his chest. He had wanted for things to go further tonight than a mere fireside chat. He had been planning all day how he would take Mathew, and how he wanted to see Sean be taken. Sean simple nodded, looking politely surprised at the passage of time, and reminded them that tomorrow was Saturday, if they wanted to get together again then. Mathew was a bit disappointed himself at their having wasted the entire evening just talking. He had, however, spent all that time talking with Sean, which was certainly more than he’d had before. And he’d actually treated Mathew as if he’d thought some of his ideas had merit, like he was another adult; there had to be hope for the future. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That night, the university’s students would probably have died in horror if they’d happened to be spying on Sean’s rooms. Uncharacteristically, a small smile was spread across his face, even managing to touch his eyes and warm the charcoal muddied brown to something approaching rich coffee. He was happy, and at peace for the first time since Joserlin had told him of his illicit encounter. His conversation with Mathew had opened him to the boy’s life, and he was touched by how the younger man had managed to steer away Joserlin’s rudeness and more brusque nuances and touches, allowing a friendship to be kindled between them. Perhaps their next get-together might go further than it had tonight. At least now, he was content if it did happen. What Happened Last Night Ch. 04 The room smelled of heat and sex. The air was thick and sultry and the only breeze was from the harsh panting of the man kneeling on the bed. His eyes were closed, long lashes quivering against flushed cheeks, and his fingers were clenched around the bedclothes. Long black hair that hung in sweat-moistened locks swayed back and forth with the movements of his body. The cause of those movements was poised behind him, thrusting eagerly into the heat beneath him. His own sweat darkened hair clung about his face, nearly concealing the scar that proclaimed his identity to the world. The younger man’s fingers were braced against his lover’s pale hips; and his eyes were intensely focused with his intent to prolong and to cause pleasure. The telltale stains beneath Sean’s body spoke of how well Mathew’s efforts were succeeding. A slurping noise caught Mathew’s attention and his prick throbbed within the warm channel that encased it. He looked up in time to see Joserlin pushing his own dick into Sean’s mouth. The slick wet sounds, the moisture glistening on flesh, and the saltiness accumulating on his lips were more than he could control against, and he lost his slow gentle rhythm as his hips started pistoning back and forth. His hand crept under his lover, striving to bring him to completion. Sean was pushing himself back onto Mathew’s dick, trying to force the penetration deeper with each thrust without ever completely allowing Joserlin’s prick to slip from his lips. The motions of Mathew’s calloused palm over his sensitized flesh brought him off with a smothered moan around the cock in his mouth. The vibrations of throat and spasming of his channel quickly excited his partners. With a low cry of triumph, Mathew reached his climax and lost himself within the throes of passion. When his muscles finally relaxed and his penis slipped limply from Sean’s arse. Mathew and Sean quickly changed positions around Jos’ now prone body, Sean was still suckling the man’s cock when Mathew began licking Jos’ inner thighs and higher up to his ball sack and puckered opening. With a sigh and a smile of relief, Joserlin ejaculated into Sean’s mouth, watching with joy as the other man eagerly swallowed all of the cum. Finally the three sated men lay together, hands, arms and legs entwined, to revel in the post-coital bliss before thy each drifted off to sleep. But, just before Sean’s eyes closed for the last time that night, he heard a murmured “Love you,” from his newest black haired bed partner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sean opened his eyes. An empty bed, no signs of Mathew anywhere, and semen-slicked underclothes made him realize that it had all been but a dream. But ‘love you’? That was something he both dreaded and yet most desired hearing from his lovers. Even if it was only from his dream lovers. So why did it sound so wrong to hear it from dream-Mathew’s lips? Wasn’t that what the other night had taught him? To yearn for the time when he and Mathew could bugger each other senseless? Joserlin. No, just because Joserlin had been the first male partner to exchange “I love you’s” with him after the act, that wasn’t enough to erase all of the humiliation and jealousy and pain that the affair with Mathew had stirred within Sean’s heart. No one deserved to be let off the hook like that. There had been so much doubt in the beginning of their relationship, and then to learn that his trust had been misplaced, he couldn’t forgive that so easily. He refused to do so. Yet it was still Joserlin… the only child hood friend to have exhibited any signs of intelligence… the only person who had set out with careful words and even more careful touches to pull Sean out of his utter solitude and loneliness… Oh bugger it all. Maybe the morning would arrive with answers in tow. A quick trip to find a damp cloth and soft towel saw him and his bed relatively clean and dry, a tug to pull the covers closer about himself, and Sean fell into a restless sort of slumber for the rest of the night. * * * * * * * * Joserlin opened his eyes. An empty bed, no signs of Sean anywhere, and semen-slicked underclothes made him realize that it had all been but a dream. But ‘love you’? That was something he both dreaded and yet most desired hearing from both of his chosen lovers. Even if it was only from his dream lovers. So why did it sound so wrong to hear it from dream-Mathew’s lips? Why was he beside himself with want to hear the words fall from Sean’s lips? Why did he want to carve his own love for Sean into a stone and set it for the world to see? And why was he still sitting in a puddle of his own cum? Joserlin sighed and sat up on the side of the bed. Flicking on the light he stumbled his way to the bathroom and opped into the shower. Clean and somewhat less sleep fogged, he was soon sitting at his desk, a pen in hand and a scrap of paper in front of him. He had always thought better if he scribbled it down as he went. This time was no different, and before long he had a number of ideas worked out that could explain his recent actions and how he could conceivably repair some of the damage he’d caused. The next step in his plan… how to explain it all so that Sean would hear him out? It took a few hours and several more sheets of paper, but he’d soon arranged what he thought was a workable plan. Crawling back into his bed as the first rays of sunshine started to slip between the curtains, Joserlin realized how glad he was that today was Saturday. Not only did he not have to teach classes this morning, but neither did Sean, and he knew that the man he loved wouldn’t be up until later in the day so Mathew wouldn’t have any way of getting ahead of him in winning Sean‘s heart. A twitch of his hand extinguished the lights on his desk, and the weary professor relaxed into sleep. * * * * * * * * Mathew opened his eyes. An empty bed, no signs of Sean or Jos anywhere, and semen slicked underclothes made him realize that it had all been but a dream. But ‘love you’? That was something he both dreaded and yet most desired saying to his lovers. Even if it was only from his dream lovers. He wanted so badly to say it to Sean and have him say it back. But love was so complicated, all he was after was a good solid fuck with the man whose voice could forge iron and ignite entire firestorms of lightening in his nerves. A good night of buggering would be just the thing to get it out of his system. Who knew… maybe Sean would even let him have another go later on. Mathew laid back in his bed, covers shoved down well below his waist while his hands smoothed his cum into the shaft of his dick and through the dark hairs of his bollocks. He quickly latched on to the memory of the dream and revelled in brining the feelings to life. If he could now just get the aloof professor into his room, then it wouldn’t have to be his hand coaxing the fluids from his cock… it could be the older man’s hand… or his mouth… or his… Mathew’s thoughts trailed off as his fantasy became more erotic and the blood left his head to pool in lower extremities. Fast and faster moved his hand over turgid flesh, thumb trailing erratically over the head of his prick teasing the piss slit and smearing fluids to use as a sort of lubrication. Movement, rasping breaths, eyes closed, concentrating solely on the hand on his dick and the fingers tracing odd patterns on the skin of his bollocks; all ceased as his muscles tensed, heralding his twitching member releasing his emissions onto his hand and sheets. Slowly, he brought his hand to his mouth and began to lick the cum from his skin. Several hours later, Mathew awoke, cum stained, chilled from not having pulled the sheets back to cover his body, but ultimately refreshed for his activities. How much better it could have been with live bed mates was his only thought for several hours. * * * * * * * * * tbc