Lessons Learned

“Fuck yes. Just like that… Holy fucking shit.” The rest of Hal’s words trailed off into a moan as the man tightened his grip in Russell’s hair, his ponytail the perfect latch for the English teacher’s control. “That’s right. You enjoy sucking me off, don’t you, Russ?” Hal half chuckled half choked, his breathing labored as he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wider, Russell kneeling in between them, Hal’s desk at his back. He only hummed in agreement, breathing in the uniquely male scent of his teacher’s arousal---all musk and flesh and power---as he tongued a design along the shaft before swallowing as deeply as his gag reflex would allow. Hal’s curse was unintelligible, both hands in Russell’s hair now, as he gritted his teeth in anticipation of his climax. That’s when they both heard the knock at the door.

“Shit!” Hal cursed, eyes snapping open, stunned and wide, as he pulled his dick from the boy’s mouth with an almost audible pop. “Shit, shit, shit!” He scrambled under his breath as he shoved the boy under his desk and out of sight, forcing his erection back into his jeans with a grunt just as the door opened.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Falkner.” An older woman’s voice echoed through the classroom. A teacher that Russell didn’t recognize. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting your work.” Russell looked up from beneath the desk as Hal tried to casually wipe the sweat from his forehead, pretending to thumb through some papers.

“Not at all, Mrs. Raymore.” Hal replied coolly, his voice barely shaking enough for Russell to notice. It was amazing; Russell’s chest felt like it was trying to implode into his throat, his heartbeat thrumming loudly in his ears. How the hell could he be so calm? “Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just need to borrow some dry erase markers, if you have them.” The woman giggled lightly. “They just keep on dying on me. But I suppose it’s better than chalk.”

“I’ll let you know once they update my classroom.” Hal chuckled back, his tone completely relaxed and untailored, as though there WASN’T a student under his desk, still sitting between his legs where he’d, only moments ago, been sucking his dick.

Why didn’t they lock the door? They ALWAYS locked the door… Russell tried his best not to move, his legs burning from the awkward crouch he’d landed in when Hal pushed him. What if Hal hadn’t have been fast enough? What if it had been the principal and not Mrs. Raymore who’d been knocking? What if they hadn’t knocked at all, simply come in and witnessed…? Hal would have gotten fired. He would never have been allowed to teach again. Hell! As far as his parents were concerned, he was the prodigal son. They’d probably have Hal's ass sent to jail for sexual harassment before Russell could get a word an inch wise in his defense… Shit.

“I’ve got some here.” Hal offered, opening a drawer and grabbing a plastic box of dry-erase markers, shifting in his chair to hand them to her without getting up; though he wasn’t as turned on, Hal’s erection was still prominent in his jeans. Nonetheless, he continued unfazed. “I hope that’ll do.”

“Very much so. Thank you, Hal.”

“Anytime, Germa. Keep them as long as you need. I have no use for them.”

“Have a nice afternoon. Don’t work too hard.” The woman said, her voice farther away, already at the door.

“Likewise.” Hal replied half-heartedly as the door clicked shut again, the silence that lingered letting Russell know that they were alone again. Still, neither of them moved for a moment, both too shocked to fully comprehend how close that had been. How very, very near to them being caught.

Russell ran a hand over his face, his breathing still off-kilter, but nowhere near as erratic now that he could shift out from underneath the desk. “That was close…” Russell mumbled as he got to his feet. Understatement of the year.

Hal sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. “Shit.” He breathed, taking his glasses off and throwing them onto his desk, rubbing his eyes. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Then, when Russell couldn’t take it anymore, he cleared his throat.

“Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore.” He started, trying to tie his hair back into a reasonably less disheveled ponytail. Hal opened an eye, incredulous. “Not here, I mean. Like… I don’t know… Maybe we should do this somewhere else from now on."

Hal was sitting up straight at this point, eyeing Russell with a seriousness that made him uneasy. Then, as though flipping a switch, he smirked. “You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.” His grin was devious. “The thrill of getting caught.”

Russell had... in the beginning. It had been a sort of adrenaline rush, a deliciously sinful possibility. But now that it had actually happened… almost... “That’s not the point. I just don’t want you to get fired. If we get caught… For real… I just think it would be safer if we did this sort of stuff somewhere else, you know? Somewhere where you won’t get in trouble.” Russell looked away, his last words coming out in a mumble. “Like your place… or something.”

Hal shook his head. “You’re doing it again, Russ.”

“Doing what?” Russell blinked, confused.

“Trying, in that oh-so-innocent and non-conspiring way of yours, to get me to be your boyfriend.”

“W-what?” Russell paled. “No! I’m not, I… I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” He sighed. “I just think it would be better if-”

“Listen, Russ.” Hal chimed in. “Maybe you should head on home.”

“What? But I-”

“My apartment’s only big enough for one.” Hal replied almost sternly, taking Russell by surprise. “Bringing you over the other day was a mistake. One that won’t happen again.”

“Wait, Hal… I don’t-”

“Just go, Russ.” Hal sighed, pinching at the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“But what did I-”

“Now.”

Russell paused, mouth open and eyebrows raised. It wasn’t like he’d asked to move in with the guy! All he’d done was worry about the man’s fucking career… He wanted to say something else, anything else, but nothing would come to mind, Hal's reaction catching him completely off guard.

“Russell…” Hal said, closing his eyes and rubbing circles into his temple like he had a headache. Russell narrowed his eyes, taking the hint.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going.” Russell huffed, walking over to his desk and slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow… I guess…” And without even so much as a glance back at his teacher, Russell left.