You Spin Me in Circles

HIIII everyone. I know, I know. I need to update on my other fic, but a friend and I decided to turn a roleplay we're involved with into... well, mostly smut. xD
I promise! I'll update after my exams are over, which is October 24th.

The writing might be a little choppy, because this is edited roleplay posts, but please try to bare with us! I tried to put it in a logical order, but I know it's still a little disjointed. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

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He was giving himself a tour of the school while he had the chance. Most of the classrooms were empty and it felt good to ground himself with geography of the school. Unlike most people who easily forgot where things were on their first tour, Riley was making a neat little map in his head. After all, it was always good to be prepared. A lazy smirk settled on his face and his brows narrowed a little as he gave himself a mental pat on the back, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose a little further. Mr. Riley Callaghan had recently obtained the position of substitute History teacher at one of the most elite schools in the country, a posh Catholic school called St. Gabrielle’s. Not that the man was Catholic, and obviously the fact that he preferred his own gender hadn’t been brought up during the job interview. And personally Callaghan didn’t see a need to be so secretive about it as long as he didn’t shout it out to everyone. After all, his position was temporary, and all he had to do was fool the more conservative staff members and students. Not everyone could be an uptight stiff here, right? Chances were there was someone who was like him. Annnnd if not, then it would be fun turning the good looking ones to his side.

The English class was the first room he checked out. This was the class he wanted to teach out of all the rest. Perhaps if this English teacher had to go on sick leave, then he could take over that subject. But, until then he’d have to settle for history. In fact… he was eager to meet the English teacher. One of Riley’s majors had been English, and he was a linguistic enthusiast. It would be interesting to see if the man was up to the History teacher’s standards. Mr. Lavington? That was what the name said on the corner of the blackboard.
It might be nice to have someone to talk to about literature… and maybe he could size up just how much the other man knew about his class. Riley sauntered into the empty English room, folding his arms loosely over his chest, picking his way slowly down one of the walls as he examined the posters.

At the moment he was dressed rather casually. Well, it was his first day… Neat, tight jeans hugged his legs and accentuated his rear, a little flare at the hems leaving a little to the imagination. He also wore a brown fitted suede jacket, the buttons done up most of the way until the fabric parted for a dark magenta scarf that wrapped around his neck. While it was still plain it had been carefully chosen from his wardrobe to make him look good. First impressions were everything, and Riley was always one to stick his best foot forward. His hair was a glossy, jet black, neatly framed around his face in a casual, professional manner. His complexion was a soft peaches and crème, boasting his English heritage, only accentuated by his gracefully angular face and the aura of nobility around him. His intelligent eyes were a dark mahogany, deep and knowing, peeking out from behind ovular gold rimmed glasses, only making him look more superior and refined. The man paced around the classroom, checking it out with a critical eye.
The smirk on his lips grew a little more as he stopped at a couple of poems that had been stuck on the wall, scanning them with his dark mahogany eyes. Mm… not too shabby. Definitely a lot more entertaining than History essays. Perhaps if he hung around enough, then the English teacher might pop in. Until then, he was content with reading teenage poems and angst and things.

But, he didn’t have to wait too long. Not soon after, another man entered. He just had to be the English teacher. He had a small book of poetry under one arm, along with a CD player and headphones… My, he didn’t look like a teacher, at all! But perhaps he was just one of those laid back types, Riley mused. Lavington definitely looked like he was in a good mood, that happy smile on his face and a shine in his eye that was quite endearing. Cute… It gave the impression of easy prey.

Mr. Eric Lavington was a perfect example of average height, neither short nor terribly tall. He was lean with pretty hands and well shaped fingers and nicely lined wrists. His hair was stuck in the college phase and refused to move anywhere else, or perhaps catch up with his age. It stuck at odd angles, with varying length, though never too long, and giving a general disheveled appearance. But it had a nice effect with his face, a kind of sophisticated wildboy look, if such look existed. The hair was on the dark side and at certain light seemed almost black, but usually, it was a warm brunette hues.

His eyes were peculiar green, the same color as the late spring's leaves. Face was of the eastern European motive with straight nose and thin sarcastic mouth, currently curved into a smile. He wasn't much of a dresser, but had just enough taste to pull off a decent look. Yes, ties were his favorite article of clothing and yes he wore it everyday in class, though the designs were whimsical. He still wore dark pants and a short sleeve button up shirt with a red tie around his neck, to humor his students. But other than that, he was a complete mess with pieces of grass stuck on his shoes from lolling around too much under the tree.

Obviously, he hadn’t taken the time to look around and see who was in his room, because the English teacher blurted, "You better not be doing what I think...” However, it was obvious the English teacher realized it wasn’t one of his students (not that Riley would have minded to be enrolled in the English class )a tad too late, looking rather sheepish. "You're doing,” He looked positively bewildered. "Oh, terribly sorry. I thought you were a student." A pause. "Who are you anyway?" Wow, he was up on his manners today.

Inwardly, the sudden intrusion jarred Riley, but he let none of that show outwardly. Instead, he took his time to finish reading another poem before he turned to acknowledge whomever it was who disturbed him. But even then he didn’t say anything, that same smirk playing on his lips as he ran his eyes over the rather disheveled teacher, noting the rather rumpled clothes and the grass in his hair. “You could say the same about yourself,” he said in his rich, English purr, chiding the comment Eric made about students.

He uncrossed his arms and leisurely picked his way over to what he could only assume to be the teacher of the English class. “Riley Albany Callaghan, I'm substituting for the History teacher,” he said and stuck out an elegant hand to shake. “And I assure you… Mr. Lavington,” he murmured, looking at the other from under his lashes. “I wasn’t doing anything… unsavory. So you don’t need to worry.” His smirk grew a little as he flicked his dark eyes up at the English teacher.

The look on Lavington’s face was quite delicious, slightly bewildered at the comments that sounded just as blunt, thrown a little off guard. Well, it was always good to make a unique impression on people. Besides, the Lavington was very good looking… might as well find out which way he swung before the History teacher disappointed himself. There was something about this man that he liked as soon as he saw him, some kind of connection that he couldn’t explain. He watched Eric push the book on the desk, the man eyeing Riley with blunt curiosity followed by a smirk.

Lavington finally took up the hand. "Ah, I was wondering about that. You see, the man you're substituting had a bit of accident… down the stairs. It wasn't that a student pushed him, though, between you and me, you have to watch your back around this place, but a mere accident," his tone was sheepish and after he shook Riley couldn’t help but notice the way Eric held onto his hand a fraction too long. Eric apparently noticed too because he let go at once, grinning. "Anyway, welcome to St. Gabrielle’s. I hope you'll like it here, Mr.... um... Callaghan."

Rather than squirm or feel uncomfortable under the gaze of the other man, Riley welcomed the scrutinizing eye of Eric, putting more weight on his right foot to give his posture a more pleasing angle. Most certainly, there was little to criticize Mr. Lavington about, taking in his appearance in small doses rather than blunt stares. Hmm… perhaps he could live with this man working in the position he desired. He shook the other man’s hand with a firm grip, amusement shining in his eyes when Lavington didn’t let go… but let his hand linger, half listening to the story about the old History teacher.

“Yes, heard the story. A pity… and I had my suspicions… But thank you, Mr. Lavington. I’m sure I’ll fit right in.” The hand he had shaken with fell back to his side, “Please, call me Riley, unless you intend to enroll in my History classes, that is…” He rewarded himself with a short, rich chuckle, eyeing the grass in the other man’s hair. With a small, lazy smile he took a step closer and plucked a frond from Eric’s hair, brushing the edge of his personal space bubble. “My… one would think you were also the P.E teacher… I’m almost afraid to ask what got you into this state… Mr. Lavington.” There was a pause before his name, saying it as though he were savoring it on his tongue like a treat.

Eric took the headphones off from around his neck, placing them next to the book along with the actual CD player. He turned his head and smiled at the British man. "Right, Riley it is. You're free to call me Eric," he responded. "Oh, well, I was working outside and....no, I'm not the PE teacher as well... though I do try to organize sport events for the students. . And as tempting as it may sound, I'd have to decline. I'm afraid I won't be able to schedule your class along with ones of my own," curtly but jocosely the man replied, a chuckle lacing his words. There, he was chattering again. "Anyway, when are you starting? Today?"

Riley chided himself for laying it on too thick so soon with the English teacher, the smirk on his face widening… though it was aimed at himself. Just because Eric was good looking didn’t mean Riley had to jump him so soon… and yet…

“That’s a pity,” he said with another small smile. “Yet if you feel the need to brush up on History, I’d be more than happy to give you private lessons, Eric.” There was a pause from him as he looked around the room again, his free hand tucking into his jacket pocket, saying before the other could respond, “That’s very admirable. Most teachers would shy away from the responsibility… It’s hard to find teachers with passion in them, as so many of them slip into jaded ways…”

A genuine, light chuckle fell from his lips as his dark gaze landed back on Lavington, tossing the strand of grass to one side – but he didn’t take a step back out of that personal space. He wondered if the flirting was much too obvious. From Lavington’s demeanour, perhaps he was… and yet, there was also something about him, the way he quipped back that made Riley think he was also playing along with him.

Eric merely shrugged. "Will do. The 17th and 18th century always seem to escape me. It's a good idea."
Riley watched Mr. Lavington for a long, hard moment as he spoke, cocking his head to one side in a feline manner, still trying to figure out if the other teacher was being faux-oblivious and oblivious. He did so hope it was the former, delicate fingers rising to his neck to readjust the dark coloured scarf. Yes, there was no way the English teacher could be that blind. And so the game had been established, that ancient one of cat and mouse. It made Riley smirk, suddenly finding himself infatuated with the other man. He enjoyed games, and he loved people that played them well.
“Fantastic…” He purred after that pause, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Those happen to be my specialty. I think I can fit some time in for you tomorrow…” In a most deliberate; yet most nonchalant way, his soft pink tongue peeked out from his mouth, slipping over his bottom lip to wet it. If they were playing a game, Riley was more than happy to play along. Only trouble was… he liked to win games… and was a competitive player if he stepped up to the plate. But playing with Mr. Lavington might actually prove to be quite fun…

The corners of the mouth turned upward into a polite yet with coloring of a devil's worthy grin. "After school in your room, Riley?" he asked, oh so innocently. "I'll bring a notebook since I can't remember anything without notes." And Eric was very airy in his tone as though he was speaking about the weather, not a potentially hot rendezvous.

“Hmm, perhaps not. I’m afraid I’ve been told that tomorrow my room would be occupied by the thespian club,” Riley murmured in a sultry, low tone, narrowing his eyes a little more like the cat who had had its cream. “But whatever the place, I hope you’ll be on time. It would be a shame if I had to give you a detention for being tardy…” Ahhh, this was too much fun. It was taking a lot of work to keep the knowing smirk on his lips instead of an amused grin. Mr. Lavington was too much… and for now he supposed he could live with the fact that Eric had the English teaching position. After all… it meant he had someone to discuss literature with… and so much more.

Lavington chuckled. "Always did have attendance problem. But would you really give me a detention on the first day?" asked he innocently, arching a brow. He stuffed one hand into the pocket of his dark pants, looking all the more boyish and clueless than he actually was. At the sight of such a predator, Eric's own aggressive nature seemed to have receded, for the present. In all honestly, this was the kind of presence that he needed after the incident in the club to get his confidence back. Eric was ready to do anything Riley would tell him. You want me to jump? Sure, watch me jump right now. "Tomorrow is Friday, right? The cafe, in the town, holds poetry slams, I believe, every Friday. So, if you're free then, why not go check it out? I mean, I usually go there for the best coffee in the area.... but I heard the poetry isn't half bad as well and you can teach me a thing or two about history." A date? Of course it crossed his mind like a lightning bolt. Yet, it was hard to believe it was a date since they met only few minutes ago. Sure, they seemed to click quite well. Both of them were snob, elitists, and egotistical bastards, but Lavington rather hated to jump to conclusion. He wanted to see how things progressed.

“Hmm…” He hummed in his rich voice, resting a couple of delicate fingers on his cheek as he thought. “I suppose… if you’re a good student I could be a little lenient in the first lesson. However, I may not be so forgiving after that.” The underlying suggestion was made more prominent with a slight narrow of his eyes. Riley enjoyed being the predator, if that much wasn’t already clear… and it was so deliciously satisfying to see Lavington play innocent and coy – if he was indeed playing. But could a grown man be that oblivious…
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"And would I have to call you, Mr. Callaghan, Riley?" Lavington asked, amusement gracing his voice. He tilted his head a bit to the side, the green eyes full of laughter, brushing away his bangs. "Because I have disciplinary problems sometimes. It's from teaching all these rebels all the time," Lavington mused, quite suggestively now, though hiding behind guise of oblivious demeanor.

Riley’s adjusted his standing position at that question, placing a hand on his right hip as he watched Mr. Lavington. “Oh, but of course, Eric…” He said in a dangerously low purr. “After all, I’d be the teacher and you’d be the student… and do not fear. I’ve had time to perfect my disciplinary techniques, and I’m not afraid to give punishment where punishment is due… who knows? You may learn a thing or two…” He leered an inch closer. Really, the other man was far too tempting to wait for tomorrow. It was getting harder and harder not to reach out and satiate himself with one touch.

It sounded more like a hard core sex session than a mere brushing up on history. And who knew which way the whole thing would turn on? The look on Eric’s face told the History teacher his words were taking him places, far distant places that didn't exactly relate to history or literature for that matter either. "I'm sure I will. After all, I was a diligent student back in the day, despite my bad attitude," teased Eric, refusing to give into Riley's predatory aims. Playing an innocent little lamb in the presence of a wolf was too juicy of a part to pass off, apparently.

Riley had to chide himself for the pace they had set. Usually, it was much more fun to take things at a slower pace… let the teases and touches build up from scratch until they crescendoed into mad passionate release. Mmm… but this was fun too. This game of cat and mouse. Eric knew how to play well, which again, was a refreshing sight and only taunted the big bad wolf. He quickly wet his lips and gave the other man a small smile. “I’m glad to hear it… It shall be entertaining to see where you fall, nonetheless… a good student… or a bad one?” His voice had lowered beyond a murmur, hovering a little closer to the point where his breath could probably be felt against skin.

A blush bloomed gently at such close proximity, Riley noting the look in his eyes. The one that told him it was becoming harder and harder to keep his hands away. Tsk, and it was only their first meeting. "We shall see," murmured Eric with a light 'what could possibly go wrong?' shrug.

Eric racked a hand through his hair, grass falling on the neat floor. Lavington quickly looked up from the floor up to Riley. Abruptly changing the strain of conversation with a thick gulp. “There's not much to do around here to break the routine," he paused, Riley hearing the soft breath of a man that was being tested.
"Well, my class starts soon. You're welcome to stay here and see all the little beasties in their natural habitat. I would say off the bet though, watch out for Timothy Lewis. That boy never shuts up in class," amiably the man spoke.

A sympathetic smile rose to Riley’s lips, cocking his head to one side. “Ahhh, yes, the routine, it can be so tiresome… Perhaps you could show me how to avoid such boredom…” There was a brief pause while he let that sink in before he flicked a small smile onto his face. “I shall gladly accept your offer. I can take notes… figure out how to tame the little beaties in my class. And I’ll watch out for Timothy Lewis… I’ve already heard one or two things about him. Will I get to meet the noisy little tyke during your class? I think it should be rather interesting…” He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was pretty confident he could at least get the boy to be quiet. From what he’d heard, he just sounded like a loud, angry boy. That would be easy enough to quash…

"It would be an honor. You know, I haven't ventured much into the town, either. Perhaps that would be a nice way to break the routine. But there would be an incentive...to explore it more if I had someone to go with me." Oh yes, an honor was an understatement on his part again. He would love to get to know better another English major. All the literature they would be able to discuss... or not. It all depended on the severity of boredom Riley would experience and frankly, Lavington was more than happy to give a helping hand.

Eric grinned. "Lovely. Actually, today, I'll be taking them outside for poetry reading. A little break, you know? They've been groaning about the amount of homework I've been giving them...." his voice trailed off and he brushed away his bangs. "Anyway, they'll be here in half an hour, so you will have plenty of time to finish your tour and get back here. If anything, I would wait." Aw, how sweet of the man. So far he was meeting all of the things Callaghan looked for in a man. Not that there were a lot… he was good looking, and just as straight as he was.

Lavington wet his lips at the sudden hint to go into town with him, a smile quirking his lips. “Ahh yes, town. I would gladly explore it with you.” That acceptance made Riley smile, relieved that he hadn’t been turned down. That left them open with so, so much to do together. At least Riley wasn’t the only one enjoying this.
“I was told of a couple of interesting places to visit…” Hem… define ‘interesting’. “But I am a simple man… I would enjoy a cup of tea over a café table discussing literature…” It definitely sounded kind of like a date, and he had only just met this man. Still… Eric smirked lightly, curled a little more on the right side of his mouth, giving it a self-assured lilt. “That is, if you may care to join me…”

“Of course, I would love to join you. I myself enjoy that particular literary medium.” The poetry reading actually sounded like a very good idea now he thought about it, his brows raising in surprised approval. But, of course it was a good idea, he’d be going with Eric. Riley let his fingers drop back to his side when Eric proposed a meeting on the Friday, and couldn’t help but feel the same way… there was a definite ‘clicking’ between them on a mental level, and it would be interesting to see how that progressed. Maybe to clicking… on a physical level. Riley smirked again. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, Eric. It’ll be good to get out and explore the area a little.”

Lavington nodded, displaying approval with a smile. "Quite so. I'm sorry for asking this, but do you have a car here? If not, I would be more than happy to drive the both of us there. I already know the general road from here to the town." It was good to see that he was chattering again but no longer uncomfortable under the dark gaze. Perhaps it would unlock the true intentions of this man or perhaps he would remain a compete mystery.

“If that’s the case, perhaps it would be easier if we shared a ride. It would be a shame if I got lost in the town. It’d give me more of an opportunity to get to know you better…” Riley couldn’t help himself… on the ‘you’, he trailed a delicate index finger up the man’s chest. It was a short, brief gesture, but enough to keep him satisfied for the time being. The man was just so refreshing… so…perfect in Riley’s eyes. Interested in English, good looking and a damn fine tease. He was going to enjoy this school a lot.

Eric couldn't stifle a knowing smile. "Yes indeed. But we can talk more about it in the morning, no? I'm afraid we're pressed for time at the present to get to the bottom of our planning." Eric bit his lower lip for a moment. "Of course. I look forward to it myself. No one seems to be too particularly interested in literature anymore. Such a shame." Lavington pouted quietly, sucking on his bottom lip to chew on it absentmindedly. The little devil.

In Riley’s books, Lavington was a godsend. The first teacher he happened to stumble across was the one that clicked so perfectly. Ohhh… all of the nasty things that ran through his head. All of the things he could do to Lavington when he had him by himself… it made him feel warm inside. Kinky classroom sex? Perhaps? Then again… corporal punishment had been abolished… but he got the feeling Lavington would never tell. The history room would never look the same in his mind. Bent over the teacher’s desk… How delicious.

Uhn, and when Eric bit his lower lip like that… Riley stared at it for a moment, finding himself seductively sucking his own bottom lip into his mouth in a rather absentminded way. He keened a little closer, parting his lips a little, eyes still watching the other teacher’s mouth. Lord, since when had he lacked this little resolve? No… no, he would wait until tomorrow. “I know what you mean,” he said in the same, low murmur. “It really is quite a… shame.” Whether or not the other man was ranting… it was lost on Riley for the time being.

Most likely, Riley would have taken him there and then and to hell with the class that was due to file in shortly. It was getting harder and harder and… harder to not jump the man. It would be so terribly easy to pin him to the desk in a searing, harsh kiss. Riley’s lips quivered at the thought and his lids fluttered a moment, losing that cool composition on his face while he debated giving in and going against his prior vows to be chaste. But fuck it… He nibbled on the inside of his lip again, missing the first half of what the gorgeous teacher had to say. “Mm… that we can, and I shall look forward to it,” his voice was a little lower, tainted with that purr of lust as he continued to watch Eric’s tantalizing lip. Damn, damn, damn. Why did the English teacher have to look so good? His heart was still beating profusely in his chest. Take him. Take him now. He honestly didn’t think Eric would mind… after all, any person who didn’t like his advances would have brushed him off… but Lavington was all but leading him on. Then again, he’d feel horrible for appearing so easy in front of such a handsome man. And in a Catholic school too… my, what a scandal. It made him smirk.

The will power to stay back was incredible but it was faltering, ever so slowly... They were hitting it off with a mad pace. Not that Riley minded. He knew there was more in store than the mere brush at the present. Oh and it made him positively quiver with anticipation of tomorrow.

Riley lingered for a moment, keeping his hot, demanding gaze on Mr. Lavington before het hen turned his head to look at the door. “But you’re right. Tomorrow morning would be a much more convenient time to discuss this. I look forward to figuring out every… single… detail…” The smirk tilted on his lips again, carefully bring his gaze back to the other teacher. Lord, he hadn’t felt his heart beat this fast in god knew how long. Still, he managed to look calm and collected on the outside.

Oi, those lips were begging to be kissed. They were as though screaming his name. Screaming, I tell you! Riley’s hands curled into a momentary fist to keep himself at bay. It wasn't proper to jump at the first guy, no matter how desperate he had been of lately. He had to change the subject. “If I may be so rude, do you think I may partake in a little reading myself? A class outdoors sounds terribly enjoyable… That is, if I’m not being too bold. I understand if you wish to keep the faculties separate…”

Eric shrugged. "Not at all. I usually pass the book around. No matter how good my voice may be, it does get tired," the man jested.

A rich, genuine chuckle fell from Mr. Callaghan’s lips, eyes dancing at Eric. “And you do posses delightfully dulcet voice. Perhaps it might be fun to just go along and hear you talk.” He complimented, slipping his hands into his pockets. My… what luck. Not only was the English teacher good looking and good sounding, he was serious about his literature. And here Riley thought the man would be old and crotchety. Or some useless classics teacher. No, no. quite the opposite…

Lavington blushed quietly, but somehow he managed to remain cool,calm, and collected which impressed the History teacher immensely. "You flatter me. And I couldn't help but note your accent. You must be British." Oh so now he was asking personal questions. Definitely Eric was going for a deadly kill.

“Yes… Yes, I am,” Riley said with an amused smile. Wasn’t his accent obvious? Still, he didn’t mind divulging information to Lavington, even offering some that wasn’t asked. “I grew up just outside of London and came here after I finished University. I needed a change of scenery… you know.” He was amazed that he was managing to keep the conversation going, feeling quite ravenous after their prior conversation, instinct telling him to pin the guy to the desk and rip his clothes off, having to focus on what the English teacher was saying.

"Perfectly. And I presume America is very different from England. Not many of us are good dressers, I'm afraid," he joked, Riley laughing with him, even though the words only half met his ears

“Apart from the grass stains, Eric… I’d say you clean up very well,” he mused thoughtfully. “But yes… the two are rather different, but those are differences I have come to enjoy.” He was cute, really… this English teacher. “I suppose I should let you prepare for your next class. I’m terribly sorry for wasting your time…”

"Not at all, Riley. You're more than welcome to stop by if you have any questions," tactfully replied Eric after a good little chuckle about the grass stains. Yes, he needed to take better care of his appearance or who knows, his students might start disrespecting him.. not that they're doing that right now or anything.

“Hmm… I’ll take you up on that offer. You never know… you might just teach me something. I’m sure, having a different literary background… there would be a lot that I wouldn’t know.” Grass stains be damned. The man had a body like a fucking temple. Riley wanted it.

Eric racked hand through his hair, putting on guise of modesty. He shrugged off the comment with childish lightness. "We'll see, Riley. But I hope my American education can stand up to your scrutiny." He glanced at the clock. He had mere ten minutes left before the little beasties aka students would file in. "Well, I'm afraid you wouldn't have time for a proper tour before the class starts. Terribly sorry." As if. Now he could chat with Riley ten whole fucking minutes more.

“Please, you speak so modestly,” Riley said kindly. “From what I’ve seen…” In the last twenty minutes- Wait, twenty minutes? He’d known the man twenty minutes and he was contemplating screwing him on the school desk? “…Or from what I can predict… I think you’ll do a find job.” A fine job of what? He didn’t say… “And I can always finish my tour later… spending ten more minutes with you is hardly a chore, Eric.” He was so close… edging forward that little, itty bitty inch so the tip of his nose brushed against the side of Lavington’s, nuzzling against it once, his breath caressing Eric’s lips.. Lord, he was far too close… his intentions far too blatant… It was almost embarrassing to be this way in front of him, pulling back a tiny amount – but surely… not enough to be fully clear of the man.

Was it him or was there this hot and heavy sexual tension between the two of them? No, Riley wasn't imagining it. Those green eyes knew what they were looking for and his own mahogany ones weren't far behind. The perverse mind of his was going over the speed limit and dimly he wondered how the man would look slowly undressing. I mean, it’d be such a bother tomorrow, wouldn't they? It was so positively delicious that Riley hardly couldn't contain the devilish chuckle. It's like he had known this man for years and years.... strange.

And how close they were now! A little more and the lips would meet, a soft caress to satisfy both of their blunt hungers. But he refrained, parting his lips though for a moment, as though in wonder.

Eric managed to break the silence with soft, throaty words. "Thank you. I do pride myself in being an excellent person to converse with," he sputtered out nonsense, as his mind was straying somewhere else. "But would you like to introduce yourself to the class, or should I?" He asked, in a low dangerously measured voice. Yup, the tension was very, very real.

It did feel that way, didn’t it. That feeling that they’d known each other for years and years… That was one of the reasons why he didn’t feel all that guilty for his intentions, the other was the heady look in Eric’s eyes blatantly stated that he wanted it too. He felt himself hovering dangerously towards kissing him and not kissing him… and more and more he was leaning towards the former. After all, would he be able to last until tomorrow?

Uhn… everything the man said sprouted teasing, alluring phrases in his head. It was like he couldn’t stop himself from saying them, not missing a beat as he smiled seductively, leaning a little closer to murmur directly into his ear, “My… Eric, it seems to me that you could pride yourself on much more…” There was a pause as he lingered, a bare step from brushing flush against the other man. If anyone were to walk in, it may look terribly compromising. For that fact, he leant in a little closer, barely nipping the man’s earlobe before slowly pulling back “Perhaps we should take turns…one at a time?” He suggested in the same, dangerous purr, dark eyes locking on Lavington’s

He just had to keep wits about himself. The students would start coming in soon and it would do him no good to be locked in a passionate kiss with the English teacher. He saw the way his words tickled Eric’s senses, feeling little shiver ran down the other man’s spine. It was too tempting to slide an arm around that waist and keep Eric in this close proximity. But again, the clock. The dreaded clock was ticking away the precious time he so desperately wanted.

"Quite so, quite so," mumbled Lavington under his breath, sliding away from the seductive man. It was very casual as possibly, as though nothing passed between them the last few moments, as though they were merely chatting about the weather. Lavington made through the motions of straightening out his desk. "It would only be fair to take turns, no?"

If it weren’t for the fact that he might have been fired on the first day, he would have gladly held Eric in a heated embrace while they feverishly unclothed one another and to hell with the students that would file into the class and probably see them. It would probably be more entertaining for the teenagers… and they might learn a thing or two. Still, he turned a little to watch Lavington as he stepped away, adopting that casual look, as though they had indeed been talking about the weather. Mm… the man definitely did things to him. Riley hadn’t felt this passionate about a person in a long time.

The hidden meaning was not lost on the history teacher, something quivering inside him, demanding that he jumped he man now. But… no, he could wait. He would wait. “Mm, t’would. I warn you… I can be a greedy person… But for you, I’m more than willing to share.” He looked at the clock and couldn’t help but feel disappointed to see they had a couple of minutes. He casually folded his arms and tried to look as though he hadn't been about to take the sweet English teacher on the desk, waiting for the first students to file into the classroom.