Just a bit twisted

Sean was on his way to his last class of the day when he saw Rutledge walking towards him.

The pace was a little chaotic for a while, and then he continued to move forward without looking away, insisting on ignoring the other party.

But Rutledge didn't let him go.

He grabbed Sean's arm as the two passed each other. "Take a step to speak, Mr. Wyatt."

Sean licked his lips, heart pounding.He looked straight ahead. "I don't think we have anything to talk about, Professor."

His hands were gripped tighter. "Take a step to speak."

Sean glanced around. "Let go. You're too ostentatious."

Rutledge moved his hand away, gritted his teeth, and said, "Come with me."

"I have class in a few minutes."

"I'll write you a note," Rutledge said back and walked away.

"That's an abuse of power," Sean muttered angrily but followed.

Rutledge led him to a classroom at the end of the corridor.No one is inside.

Sean closed the door. "Listen, this is also—"

Rutledge slammed him against the wall and banged their lips together.

Damn, don't do it again.He had kissed it back, however, and was still panting into Rutledge's mouth.

They kissed passionately and hornily, Rutledge clung to him as if trying to bury him into the wall with his own body.

Sean whimpered, and that's when, as suddenly as it happened, the kiss ended abruptly.

Rutledge buried his face against Sean's throat and took a deep breath, his whole body tensed up. "I want to fuck you." Rutledge sucked hard on the side of his neck, his hands kneading Sean's ass so that their crotches were pressed together. "Need to fuck you again."

Sean closed his eyes, tried hard to keep thinking, tried hard to recall what happened to breathing, because now it seemed that he couldn't send oxygen into the brain, and the blood in his whole body seemed to go straight to the lower body, he There was an out-of-body blankness in his mind.He can't recall at all why this situation was actually bad—

"Why is Sean here - oh."

Sean froze.Rutledge was also motionless, his lips still on Sean's neck.

Then they both turned their faces away.

Christian stood in the half-open doorway, mouth open.

"He's not here," he said aloud, and retreated and closed the door behind him.

Sean's cheeks were hot and he sighed. "I have to go now."

But he didn't act.

Rutledge rests his forehead against the wall next to Sean's face.His hands were still tightly gripping Sean's crotch, his thumb pressed against the bare skin of Sean's lower abdomen. "It's all your fault," he said, curtly.

Sean, pissed off, ran his hand through Rutledge's hair and yanked him away. "How is this my fault?"

"You shouldn't have decided to walk away so early," Rutledge said angrily, opening his mouth greedily to kiss Sean's neck. "If you don't do that, I can fuck you as many times as I want until I don't feel for you anymore."

"That's nice to say," Sean said dryly—or rather, he tried to be dry, but his voice sounded a little out of breath.

Rutledge lifted his head away from his neck.His pupils dilated completely, and his eyes flicked back and forth between Sean's eyes and mouth. "I'll come to your place tonight and we'll have sex." It wasn't a question.

Sean moistened his lips. "Have you forgotten about the twins?"

That's not the answer.He should simply refuse.

Rutledge stared at his lips, running his thumbs along Sean's bare belly. "Shouldn't children go to bed early?"

"I-I can't leave them alone. What if they wake up?"

"Then let's keep our voices down."

Sean wasn't sure if he could keep his voice down.Just being touched by Rutledge's hand on his stomach right now, he could hardly help moaning.

"but--"

"I'll be over tonight," Rutledge said firmly. "And then we'll have sex."

He leaned over to kiss Sean again, but stopped, and walked out of the classroom unhurriedly.

Sean banged his head against the wall and had to wait a while until his erection subsided and he regained his ability to think—and move.

"It's our honor that you condescend to come here, Mr. Wyatt," said Professor Travers as he entered the classroom. "It's only 10 minutes late."

"I'm sorry, Professor," Sean said, trying not to look uncomfortable at the other's piercing gaze.Professor Trevors hadn't been particularly fond of him, but she happened to be the best at his class, so she usually had no reason to criticize him.This is the first time.

"Have you any explanation, Wyatt?"

Sean rubbed the back of his neck. "As a matter of fact, I did. Professor Rutledge asked me for an urgent assignment. He asked me to apologize on his behalf. I was late because of him."

The female professor raised her eyebrows high. "Professor Rutledge?"

"Yeah," Sean said, trying to hold back a laugh.He couldn't imagine Rutledge apologizing for anything, let alone this woman. "I'm sorry for being late, but if you have a problem with this, you can only speak to Professor Rutledge."

To hell with her talking.

Professor Trevers looked still in the fog but nodded. "Very well. Sit down, Wyatt."

Sean headed straight for his old seat next to Christian.

"Urgent mission, isn't it?" Christian muttered as soon as Sean sat down. "Like sucking his dick?"

Sean felt himself blushing. "Okay—"

"Listen," Christian whispered, his brown eyes fixed on him. "I don't mean to say anything about you. But you shouldn't lie to me. 'Gone over'? Gone ass."

Sean flinched. "I really thought it was over, I swear. And it is. But..."

"but?"

Sean sighed and muttered, "When he stuck his tongue in my mouth, it was like I couldn't really use my brain to think properly."

Christian stared at him for a moment, then shook his head slowly. "That's weird, man. I mean, we're not talking about any man here. We're talking about Rutledge. Rutledge!"

"I know. I know it's weird and stupid and insane and pointless. That's the last thing I want, but at the same time... shit, I'm getting confused .”

"But you still want him,"

"Yeah," Sean said.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"He thinks that if I have a few more appointments with him, the feeling will definitely fade." Sean leaned back on the chair and wiped his face with one hand. "I hope he's right."

I hope you are right.