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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dirk_Strider/Jake_English
  Character:
      Jake_English, Dirk_Strider, Roxy_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher_AU, old_fic, Jake_is_a_teacher, Dirk_is_his_student, Roxy_helps
      things_along, Oral, hey_sex, Dirk_is_17_in_this_so
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-17 Words: 5520
****** Oh, Teacher ******
by ClockWorkQueso
Summary
     Jake English, teacher extraordinaire, had always been slightly
     interested in the quiet boy in his class, Dirk Strider. So when a not
     so random sequence of events leads to them alone in the classroom,
     what will he do?
Jake English was one of the few teachers that would choose to stay after school
on a Friday evening, to tutor children no less. Well, "child" was the wrong
word to use for his junior students. Most of them were pretty darn mature.
"Here, Mr. English. I finished the quiz," Jake looked up as the last student
remaining, Dirk Strider, slipped his paper directly into his hands. The 17 year
old boy, with his trademark smirk and glasses, ran a hand smoothly through his
blonde spikes. Instead of returning to his seat, he leaned forward on Jake's
desk. Clearing his throat, the teacher glanced at Dirk's answers, having to to
a double take as not only were all the calculations correct, he had also
applied them to real life to further prove his reasoning.
"Well, I'm completely flabbergasted, Mr. Strider, as to why you would even need
tutoring! This work is absolutely flawless! Even missing yesterday's class, it
seems you grasp the concept perfectly." The boy chuckled a bit before reaching
for the paper, turning it to the back while not so subtlety brushing his hand
against the elder's. Flushing slightly (dadblast it all), Jake looked to see
some of the calculations used in the theoretical construction of a fully
functional, professionally designed robot. Mouth hanging open slightly, the
teacher raised his eyebrows at the younger male, who was fully smiling now.
Before Jake could get a word out, however, the blonde lightly smacked his hands
against the desk.
"Okay, here's the deal, English. You know I don't need this tutoring. That much
should be blatantly obvious by now. In fact, you might have picked up on the
fact that this has all been elaborately planned to get us alone in this
classroom together. And, from this piece of information, you should have
gleaned that I wanted us alone." Dirk moved so that his elbows were on the
desk, steeping his hands and leaning forward further so they brushed the bottom
of his chin. The dark haired teacher sputtered at the boy's words.
"Dirk, that is completely-" though he was cut off immediately.
"Oh please. I wouldn't have gone this far if I wasn't at least 96% sure that
you were interested in me too. I took careful measures to test if this would
work out. Remember the entirety of this week?"
Monday
"You may begin." Jake called out, watching as most of his students lowered
their heads to start their test. A certain blonde head remained raised,
seemingly unconcerned with the test currently before him, Jake noted as he
returned to his desk. As soon as he sat down, he could feel eyes on him, and
the teacher scanned the room. The only possible suspect was Dirk, but he
couldn't tell behind those odd shades of his. He was the only teacher who
allowed the boy to wear his triangular accessories in class. Taking a deep
breath, he brushed it off and turned to his own work. A shiver ran down his
back, however, when the sensation continued.
Jake fidgeted in his seat as he grew increasingly uncomfortable. After a few
minutes passed with the speed of a snail (and not those strange nitro-boosted
snails from Turbo, which had admittedly been a stellar movie), he finally gave
in and looked once more... Only to be met with a pair of blazing orange eyes.
Goosebumps rose on Jake's arms as a smile flitted across his student's face
before he pushed his glasses back up to once again hide his glowing irises. The
look that Dirk had given him was almost... seductive. The older man shook his
head slightly and dispelled any thought involving Dirk Strider.
Tuesday
Until the next day, of course. Really, it almost felt as if the boy was
targeting him. The teacher was ashamed to admit that he noticed his student was
wearing sinfully tight jeans, and was even more ashamed to admit that it did
things to him. As the few stragglers filed into his classroom before the bell
rang, Jake felt his face grow hot. He wouldn't have noticed something so common
like tight fitting clothing, so why did he? I mean, really, he had seen the
literature teacher this morning in a tight blue sweater and short skirt and
hadn't batted an eye. And Areana Serket was a smokin' lady. The bell signaled
the start of class and Jake elected to ignore his problems for now and attempt
to lose himself in following the lesson plan.
The end of class was nearing, and Jake doubted he could get any more work out
of his kids. His period was right before lunch, and they were having some sort
of celebratory food in the cafeteria, which always excited the students. And
they knew Jake hardly kept them working to the bell. He announced that the last
10 or so minutes of class was free time, as long as they kept the volume down.
Most of the students moved and separated into groups so that they could chat
with friends. Dirk simply pulled out his phone. It seemed as if he was chatting
with someone. He put his elbows on his desk as he smiled genuinely at the
screen.
Jake smiled softly. The blonde hardly talked in class, and he never saw him
with anyone. It was a comfort to the teacher to know that the boy had someone
out there for him. The teacher watched Dirk for a while, something swelling in
his chest. All of his warm and fuzzy feelings flew out the metaphorical window,
however, when Dirk's elbow accidentally knocked his pencil off of his desk.
And, with a quick glance to Jake, almost as if to see if he was watching, he
bent over very slowly and retrieved it. A strangled noise released itself from
Jake's mouth, thankfully cloaked by the murmur of chit-chat. Yet it didn't
escape the young Strider's hearing. The bell rang and a smiling Dirk shot out
of the classroom. And Jake wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a slight blush as
well.
Wednesday
"You can't avoid going to work because of one student," Jake told himself as he
prepared for his first class. Earlier, he had contemplated calling in sick, or
faking it right before that fateful period. He groaned inwardly as orange
flashed through his mind, accompanied with a rush of heat and a strange flutter
in his chest. Jake removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. Good lord, what
was happening to him? The teacher looked up as he heard the clicking of heels
approach his door. It opened to reveal a tall, slim girl, outfitted in a very
short hot pink dress with some sort of cat emblem on the front, thankfully
accompanied by black tights. She was also wearing white heels and a striped
scarf. Her yellow-blonde hair bounced as she strutted toward his desk. She
slipped a note to him.
"My mom is taking me and Di-Stri out tomorrow, so he won't be in class. He'll
need to be caught up an' everything, so can he stay after Friday? That note has
all the details an' stuff, like parental permission an' whatever, so we're all
peachy keen an' good to go." Looking over the paper, he saw the principal's
signature along with a Dave Strider's., which must have been Dirk's father.
"Alright, have fun. Thank you, miss…?" Her eyes widened, and her black lips
turned upwards in a smirk very reminiscent of Dirk's.
"You mean he hasn't said anything about me? I'm Roxy Lalonde. We're really
close, cause we went to the same school before he and his older brother had to
move. I... can tell you're not really interst- interet- interested, so I'll…"
she trailed off, her fast, exuberant speech slowing.
"Trust me, Miss Lalonde, I am very hard to bore. Besides, I always love hearing
about my students." In truth, the teacher just had a burning desire to know
more about the captivating Dirk Strider. Her smile widened, revealing nearly
perfect white teeth.
"Oh, well, Dave works on movies, and my mom's a novelist, so both of 'em were-
are- really busy. We kinda bonded over the fact that our guardians were hardly
ever around. And even though we live far apart now, we still stay in touch.
He's like my brother." Her voice revealed a deep affection, but also a sort of
sadness. She glanced at the clock, and her eyes widened.
"Alright, Mr. English, it's been real." She exited the classroom with a wave.
Later
He had managed to make it through almost the entire period without any
misfortune or inappropriate shenanigans. He had just passed out a pop quiz over
today's lesson to make sure everyone got it, as some of them seemed to have
problems keeping up. If the quiz grades weren't good, he wouldn't count them
and set up homework so that it covered the subject in more detail. And since
they were struggling, Jake decided to give them the rest of class to finish. He
returned to his desk to adjust his lesson plan for tomorrow. A familiar
tingling sensation raised the hair on the back of his neck. He slowly lifted
his head to meet Dirk unabashedly staring at him.
His long fingers were spinning his pencil on his desk, and Jake's eyes felt
drawn to the motion. He abruptly stopped and caught the pencil in between his
fingers. Dirk lifted the pencil up to his face, causing the two to lock eyes
again. Then, he looked down at his test and began writing. Jake's eyebrows
twitched, debating between raising up in surprise or stitching together in
confusion and frustration. The teacher huffed quietly, about to turn back to
his work, but another motion caught his eye. Dirk had once again lifted the
pencil, and was now running the eraser along his lips. Jake watched,
mesmerised, as the utensil brushed the teen's mouth. Jake had to stifle a gasp
when Dirk's lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to dart out and touch the
pencil. Dirk's eyes suddenly sped to meet Jake's, continuing his motions. The
teacher flushed bright red and downcast his eyes hurriedly.
And he could have been imagining things, but he swore he heard a chuckle from
the younger boy.
Present
Jake felt his face heat up as he recalled the events of the past week,
realizing that he had been played like a friggin' flute. And admittedly he had
been intrigued by the boy before, although he felt his growing curiosity and
worry for the loner had gone past his boundaries as a teacher. Despite his
deception, Jake couldn't shake the feelings of affection he had developed for
Dirk as well. Looking at the blonde now, he could see that he'd been lying to
himself that it was just as if he saw him as a son, as someone to be protected.
He wanted to be there for Dirk, and discover the deepest, darkest parts of
himself that he hid behind his stony cold mask. He wanted to crack the code
that was Dirk Strider, to give everything he could to the boy. And the desire,
the hunger to see those orange eyes pierce his to his very soul, to see them
burning with passion and lust, permeated his every molecule. But…
He was his teacher, for Pete's sake! Not only would this relationship be highly
immoral, it would be illegal! He could never, never in a million years. No, he
wouldn't give into his temptation, for Dirk's sake. He refused to damn this boy
for his own selfish needs. Determined, Jake looked to Dirk, only to find his
head bowed, biting his lip. Apparently sensing Jake's attention on him, he
raised his head again.
"Okay, well, right now, my certainty is dropping well below the threshold of
93% to 96%. But I won't give up. I worked way too hard for this, I even had to
get Roxy involved, oh my god. Listen, I know you're attracted to guys, so-
" Blushing slightly, Jake interrupted him.
"Wait, how could you know that for certain?" Jake grumbled, adjusting his
glasses.
"No offense, dude, but your Facebook isn't that hard to find." Dirk stated,
turning his head away slightly. Jake sputtered a bit.
"Why in the devilfucking dickens were you on my Facebook? And what else did you
see?" Seemingly taken aback by Jake's swearing, the blonde took a moment to
answer.
"Well… I know that you're kinda obsessed with guns. Pistols, especially. And
you watch a fuckton of awful movies. Oh, and you were adopted when your
grandmother died when you were three or four. You had to move to the U.S. with
your new family, the Englishes. Kinda ironic, if you ask me. You went to some
fucking preppy schools. You graduated from college to be a teacher, though
you're much more qualified than Skaia High School, I'll tell you that. Your
favorite color is the green of light filtering through the trees, because
that's the only thing you clearly remember from your island. You dream of
adventure, and you're one of those people who post that motivational shit about
hope and love or whatever. You give to a bunch of charities. Your birthday is
December 1st, and the only person who gets you presents is your aunt, though I
have been making you a puppet…" he sighs.
Jake stared wide eyed at him. No one has ever bothered to get to know him so
well, not even his previous relationships in the past. But why could all of
this information be relevant to the boy's obvious conquest of lust?
"Sorry if I'm being a bit intrusive. I just… want to know everything about you.
You're… intriguing to me. Someone who could be so selfless,yet so strong, and
unafraid to be himself. So hopeful." Dirk's tone was bleak. Jake sensed that he
had some serious issues regarding himself, and longed to take him in his arms
to comfort him. Instead, he cleared his throat.
"Well, all of that is very flattering, Mr. Strider. But I'm sure you're a dandy
fine young man yourself. You're charming, and not to mention indubitably
fortuitous in your smarts and studying. Despite being quite bedeviling, I might
add." Jake smiled at the younger boy, the familiar warmth in his chest
spreading as he pulled a smile from him.
"I hardly understood any of that. You talk like you belong in an antique shop."
Dirk chuckled to himself.
"Haha, well, I am merely trying to be as genteel as possible, Dirk." Jake
winked and mimed firing two pistols with his hands.
Then, the atmosphere grew tense. As Jake looked at Dirk, it almost seemed as if
he was contemplating something. Perhaps he was wondering if he should go.
Selfishly, Jake hoped not, wishing to chat a bit more and develop their
unorthodox relationship. Maybe they could be friends. Jake chortled a bit when
he imagined exchanging numbers and emails with the student, arranging outings
and gossiping about others late at night. Capital. Jake's breath hitched,
though, when he saw that Dirk was tentatively leaning closer to him, reaching
across the desk towards the teacher. And although he didn;t encourage Dirk, he
didn't stop him as their lips met.
Jesus christofer kringlefucker his lips were perfect.
Jake felt his skin begin to burn the second Dirk began to kiss him. In those
few sweet seconds before he lost all rationality, Jake had to decide whether to
let this go further or stop it now. Dirk's soft mouth proved to be a worthy
opponent. He knew what would be right and what he wanted were two different
things, and his choice would impact both of them. Making up his mind, Jake
threw all caution to the wind, and brought a hand up to caress Dirk's face.
They broke apart, and Dirk honestly seemed surprised, looking as if he still
expected Jake to shove him away. The teacher simply smiled, hoped he was making
the right choice, and leaned back in, connecting them once again. A foreign
heat settled low in Jake's stomach, warming his entire body, and Dirk pressed
closer, fuelling it. Grunting at the uncomfortable position, Dirk pulled back.
Jake got the hint and got up from his chair, making his way around his desk. He
stood in front of Dirk, who looked up at him, even though Jake was just a few
inches taller. He was breathing heavily, face flushed beautifully and mouth
slightly open. Although he was standing tall, looking Jake directly in the eyes
(behind his shades, anyway), the boy emitted an aura of nervousness. Slowly,
Jake reached across the short distance between them and pulled of the younger's
shades. The bright orange eyes revealed what his posture did not- shyness,
vulnerability. Dirk blinked once then looked away.
"What's wrong, Dirk? We don't… you don't have to do anything, you know." Jake
reminded him, walking and placing the glasses on his student's desk.
"It's just-" Jake turned to look at him
"Well, and I'm not saying I haven't had any experience,but… you are an 'adult'
and everything," Dirk explained, blushing darker and sliding his hands into his
pockets. Jake guffawed and Dirk looked at him, eyes narrowing.
"No, no, I'm not laughing at you, mate, it's just that I'm not exactly
Casanova. You greatly overestimate my experience. And besides," Jake continued,
taking measured steps towards Dirk until they were once again face to face.
"I'm easy to please." Jake brought his hand up under his student's chin,
tilting his head up and crushing their lips together. Dirk's arms came up and
wrapped around Jake's neck, anchoring him to the teen. Suddenly, the teacher
lifted Dirk up to sit on the desk, causing the younger to gasp in surprise.
Jake took advantage of this and traced the inside of Dirk's mouth with his
tongue. Dirk groaned appreciatively and reciprocated full force. They separated
with a pop to breathe and Jake began attacking Dirk's neck with kisses. The
younger laughed breathlessly.
"No marks," he whispered, one hand moving to tangle in his teacher's hair.
"You taste like orange soda," was Jake's reply, before biting and sucking hard
near Dirk's collarbone. The teen's head rolled back and Jake felt his hair
being pulled. Dirk mumbled something like "...the fuck did I just say…" but
made no further protest. As Jake's mouth worked over Dirk's pale, sensitive
skin, one hand moved to support them on the desk and the other started to crawl
under his student's shirt. He marveled at Dirk's subtle but present muscles,
running his hands over his chest and down his sides.
"Fuck," Dirk breathed, moaning as Jake repeated the action. Jake looked up and
raised an eyebrow as he massaged Dirk's abdomen.
"I- ah- build r-robots. And fight them. With swords, god damn, English," Jake
hummed at the new information, imagining a lonely Dirk honing his skills using
his robotics. He withdrew his hands, drawing a near silent whimper from the
blonde. Jake smirked and started to pull up on the younger's shirt. Dirk
quickly took over the task, removing his hands from the elder, grabbing his
collar from behind and yanking the fabric off. Jake took a moment to appreciate
the teen's flawless creamy skin, wishing to kiss, touch, brush, every inch of
him. Dirk leaned back a bit, bracing himself on the desk as Jake leaned his
head down to his body.
Jake used a combination of his hands, lips, and tongue to draw absolutely crude
noises out of the student, working upwards. He savored the deep guttural moan
he got out of the younger when he started to roll one nipple to hardness with
his fingers while grazing the other with his teeth. He was starting to feel a
bit desperate himself, as his pants were getting a bit too tight for comfort,
but he wanted to draw this out as long as possible. If he was going to jail, he
was damn sure as the everfriggin' sun it would be worth it. Despite this,
however, he didn't want to bore Dirk. So he stopped all that he was doing,
causing the younger's head to snap up. Oh yes. His eyes were blazing with need,
like the sun, like lava, it was all fiery and hot, perfect. Jake would never be
able to get enough of this.
He watched Dirk's reaction carefully as one hand brushed slowly but surely
along the very noticeable bulge in the teen's pants. He fucking keened,
sounding for all the world that the two were shooting an A-list porn movie.
Overcome with a burning desire, Jake grabbed Dirk's hips and moved them both so
that he was laying length-ways on the desk. He leaned over him, staring him
right in the eyes, as he began to grind their bulges together. Letting out
another high pitched moan, the blonde's eyes fluttered closed. Jake breathed
heavily, nearly crying out at the feel of delicious, much needed friction. They
were still in a public place, disregarding the fact that every teacher on this
floor had already left.
"Dirk, you need to be quiet. Anyone could walk in and see us," Jake murmured in
the younger's ear.
"You should have- ah fuck, yes, oh god- locked the fucking door," he hissed
back, although he toned it down a bit. The last thing he wanted to do was stop
if some fucking asshole opened the door because he thought a kid was being
tortured. Jake reluctantly stopped and walked towards the door. He heard Dirk
scoff in annoyance.
"I wasn't being serious. Get the hell back over here." Jake chuckled and locked
the door before turning back, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Dirk lifted
himself up on his elbows to get a better look. Jake was pretty muscled as well
due to "adventuring" in his youth, but the years between then and now were a
bit detrimental. He had also opted not to shave… well, pretty much anywhere
after one of his past girlfriends kept him completely hairless for two months.
He tossed his shirt to the side somewhere near Dirk's. He felt somewhat
insecure but the… almost loving look in Dirk's eyes melted that away. "You're
perfect," his look seemed to say.
"God, I want to blow you," Is what came out instead. Jake stopped in his tracks
for a moment, before smiling and shaking his head.
"Later, I promise. There's something I want to do first," Dirk appeared to be a
bit put off, but as Jake came closer and reached for the button and zipper on
the younger's jeans, his eyes lit up again.
"Oh," he smirked, "alright then." Dirk seemed to be breathing a bit heavier
now, his blush coloring all the way down his chest. The teen whined as Jake
peeled off his clothes in one go, his erection laying against his stomach. Once
again, Jake paused to take in the view, drinking it in and attempting to commit
every detail to memory. The way that Dirk was now sprawled out on his desk,
ruffling the few test papers that were on it. The way his chest rose and fell
with each breath he took, a picture of pure perfection. The way that his cock
was the perfect size, a bit longer than him he could tell, as rosy as his
cheeks and nestled in a light smattering of curly hair. Jake felt many things
course through his being, awe, excitement, anticipation, but regret was not one
of them, and he knew he never would.
Dirk was panting at this point, and his mouth looked so inviting that Jake
wished he had taken up on his offer. He was also struck by the realization that
he did not, in fact, keep lube or condoms at school.
"Oh my god, I'm not getting any younger here. Plus, I have to be home by 9 or
my bro will flip the fuck out. If he's home, that is." Dirk complained, before
picking up on his teacher's hesitation. Sitting up, he asked the silent
question.
"Well, it does seem that I don't have the… erm, supplies, that we need." Jake
admitted. The desperate air that had been clouding the room was starting to
fade, and he didn't want to stop.
"Oh, is that all? I have condoms with me today, thanks to Roxy. She slipped
them in my pocket for good luck or something. As for lube…" he trailed off, and
after Jake had retrieved one of the silver packages, took one of the teacher's
hands and began sucking on his fingers.
"Holy fucking mackerel…" Jake moaned as Dirk took in four of his fingers,
rolling his tongue around them as if they were made of candy. Dirk chuckled a
bit, and Jake wondered vaguely what that would feel like around his dick. And
then Dirk released his hand. The haze of lust seemed to settle back over the
pair as Dirk laid back on the desk and spread his legs slightly. The teacher
began massaging the ring of muscle, slowly pushing the first finger in. Jake's
dick twitched as he coaxed an array of moans and exclamations from the teen,
spurring him on to quickly add a second finger. This time, Dirk let out a
pained hiss, but gestured for the older man to continue. He did, with some
hesitance. Jake knew this was necessary, but he didn't want to hurt his
student.
After a few seconds of steady pumping, Dirk became more receptive, once again
letting out rapturous noises of ecstasy. Finally inserting the third finger,
Jake let him adjust before speeding up slightly and crooking his fingers just
so…
"AHH. YES, Jake, oh my fucking god, fuck me please," The utterance of his first
name startled him a bit, but caused a warm sensation that had nothing to do
with lust but everything to do with Dirk to fill his chest. The teen was now
fucking himself back on Jake's fingers desperately, signaling that he was ready
for bigger and better things. Dirk whined when the older removed his
appendages, falling silent in anticipation as he heard a zipper and the
rustling of fabric. Jake tore open the foil package, impatient and horny as
hell. The teacher's eyes raked over his student, hit by an abrupt thought.
"Turn over," Jake commanded in a no-nonsense tone, sending chills down Dirk's
spine. He complied immediately, discomfort overridden by his need. Jake rubbed
his hands along the teen's back, down to his ass. He gripped it forcefully,
causing the boy below him to release a stuttered breath. Spreading the cheeks
apart, Jake rubbed his head against the younger's outer rim. Allowing himself
one quick thought before losing himself in Dirk, Jake licked his palm and
rubbed himself, clenching his teeth and preparing himself for the blonde.
Pushing forward slowly, mindful of the stretch, the dark haired man allowed
himself a deep moan of satisfaction as he sunk all the way into his student's
ass.. Dirk's hands were gripping the edge of the desk tightly, and Jake waited
until most of the tension left the younger's body to start thrusting shallowly.
But Dirk was having none of that.
"Is that all you fucking got? Don't tell me I waited this whole time for a
horrible- FUCK!" And Jake was having none of Strider's fucking attitude, what
with him bent over his desk. The older had smacked the teen's ass lightly and
sped up his thrusts significantly. At first, Jake was worried that he might
have gone too far, or too fast, but Dirk began a high pitched mantra of fuck,
yes, harder, and his name, mixed in with moans and gasps. The teacher, panting
harshly now, leaned over the blonde to better hear the sounds pouring out of
his mouth.
"God, Dirk, you're so perfect." he murmured to the teen, noticing his increase
in pitch. The teacher smirked.
"So beautiful, like this for me Dirk. Is this what you wanted, hmm? Is it what
you've been waiting for?" he continued, nearly missing the younger's whispered
"yes, god yes" hidden in his continued cries. Face stretching into a full blown
smile, the teacher moved his grip to Dirk's shoulders, pulling him up along
with him against his chest. Jake continued to pump himself in and out of Dirk's
tight heat, urged on by the way that they were now pressed against one another.
The new angle caused Jake to brush Dirk's prostate with nearly every thrust.
The older could feel that Dirk was close, and, keeping one arm securely against
his chest, reached down to roughly tug at his cock. The blonde's moans
increased in cadence and volume, something that the older elected to look over
in favor of driving the boy to completion.
"Oh, fuck yes, ah, so good, please please AH- JAKE!" Dirk spasmed in his arms,
and his hole tightened impossibly around Jake, nearly driving the teacher over
the edge. But he held it off. Jake pulled out of the blonde, allowing him to
brace himself on the desk as Jake removed his unsoiled condom with his clean
hand. As Dirk turned to face him, he saw that most of the younger's semen ended
up on himself. Jake retrieved a couple of tissues from his desk, ignoring the
questioning glances from his student for the moment. Giving the tissues to the
younger, Jake cleaned up the little that was on his hand himself, grimacing
slightly at the bitter-salty substance. After that was over, Jake smiled at a
suspicious Dirk. At Jake's insistence, they switched so that Jake was facing
Dirk and leaving back against the desk. The older placed both hands on the
teen's shoulders and pushed him down on his knees. His citrine eyes widened
before a small smile graced his face.
"I always follow through on my promises, Strider," Jake said, tangling his
fingers in his blonde locks. All of Jake's shame was long gone, he realized, as
Dirk started at his dick. It was a modest size, shorter than Dirk's, but it
made up in the way of thickness. He could feel Dirk's cool breath fanning over
him, exciting him to the point where he nearly pulled Dirk's head to him. He
refrained and bit back a moan as the younger darted out his tongue to taste
Jake's precome. Dirk seemed to shiver before wrapping his soft lips around his
head, shielding his teeth as he sunk down on Jake's length. This time, the
teacher couldn't hold back his cry as the teen took his entirety into his
mouth, running his tongue along the underside as he pulled back up. A line of
saliva trailed as Dirk took a moment to breathe, eyes flashing up to meet
Jake's. He nearly came right then.
"I'm not… going to last long," Jake panted as Dirk leaned back down to resume
his task. The younger merely gave a thumbs up. Jake groaned quietly, until he
felt Dirk hum in amusement, sending vibrations along his cock. He felt the
familiar sensation of teetering on the edge, pulling Dirk's hair once to give
him fair warning, before he fell with a whimper of the younger's name. Jake's
vision went white for a moment, then he crashed back into reality, still
reeling from his orgasm. It took a moment for him to realize that Dirk had
swallowed as well, and that sent another wave of pleasure coursing through the
teacher's body. His student rubbed one side of his dark lips, turning into a
smirk as he stood and stretched.
"Well, that was fun," the blonde said cheerily, voice cracking, gathering his
clothes and starting to slip them on. Jake felt some of his euphoria fade, then
chastised himself. Of course this wasn't going to amount to anything, Dirk was
his student, not to mention a 17 year old junior with his own set of personal
problems. Jake copied the younger's action and dressed, turning his back on
Dirk to straighten his mussed papers. Grabbing a red pen, he quickly wrote a
scribbled 100% on Dirk's quiz. He nearly jumped when he felt a tap on his
shoulder. Dirk had returned his shades to their rightful place, once again
masking his eyes. But his easy smile and relaxed demeanor revealed his renewed
confidence and comfort. Jake sighed as he returned the paper to it's owner,
confused when he received a peice back. He glanced at it to find a phone number
written in orange ink.
"I was thinking we could… hang out sometime? We should get coffee, or
something. And yes, before you ask, this is me inviting you on a date, English.
I realize the irony in the backwardness of this situation." Dirk said brightly,
gesturing to the number in his teacher's hand. Smiling inwardly, Jake took back
his student's quiz and wrote his number in the corner, accompanied by a winky
face. Maybe this whole ordeal would turn out for the better after all.
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