WARNING: Explicit maleXmale sex.

"Ahh… ahh… AHHH!..."

Luke's moans were turning him hotter and hotter. He couldn't stop thrusting, again and again, as fast as he could. The young man's slender body was all sweaty, as if with a fever, his legs crossed in his back, not letting him go… Professor Layton opened his eyes, just for a moment, to see the expression of his apprentice: Luke had his head turned to the right, as if to hide his face from his mentor. His eyes closed tight in shame, his mouth opened and breathing heavily. Such a beautiful sight to see.

Layton could not take it anymore; he knew he could not last long… He furiously kissed Luke, their tongues battling in passion, almost hurting each other.

Then Professor Layton woke up. He was drenched in sweat, his heart still racing. The sheets he went to sleep with were all curled up at his feet.

He could not believe it… to have such a dream with his apprentice. The images were still vivid in his mind, the sounds, the feeling… and Luke. Without even realizing, his hand went down and started caressing his manhood, very slowly at first, but not half a minute later, he was pumping fiercely until he came with a groan.

The seconds that followed were like heaven. When was the last time he released himself? He couldn't remember. He thought he no longer had that kind of need; he was not a teenager after all. But once in a while it's not that bad, is it?

He lazily reached his night table looking for a paper tissue to clean himself. Then the embarrassment took him: he just masturbated thinking about Luke! Was he crazy? Was he a perverted old man? He never, ever, had that kind of thoughts with him. Why, he hardly ever had that kind of thoughts anymore, much less dreams. He felt guilty, like if having that dream and latter… "finishing" were some treason to Luke's trust.

He took his dressing gown and headed for the shower. He needed to relax and think logically again. While the cool water ran down his entire body, he reflected that he could not blame himself for that dream. After all, he had no control on his subconscious. It was just stupid and useless to try and find an explanation. It was just a dream. And his actions after that dream… well, he was almost ready to finish when he woke up… so no harm done, right?

"I will not think about it anymore" he promised to himself.

When he was clean and dressed, he went down to the kitchen. Luke was already there, preparing breakfast: fried eggs served in a slice of bread, a few sausages and tea.

"Good morning, Professor. Did you sleep well?" asked the young man, almost without looking at him.

"Yes, thank you" automatically answered Layton, taking a sip of his cup. He saw The London Times on the table, so he absentmindedly started to look at the main headlines. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you need help with the breakfast?" he said after a moment, realizing that Luke was doing everything alone.

"No, Professor, thank you, I just finished" he said while he turned around with a plate in each hand.

They started eating breakfast in silence, until Luke broke it:

"Professor, is there something amiss?"

"No, why do you ask?" said Layton raising his eyes from the newspaper and forcing himself to look straight to Luke with his best "everything's fine" smile.

"Mmm… I don't know… You seem to be different today."

"I am having breakfast while reading the news, like every morning…"

"It's not like you to wake up latter than me."

"Ah, you are right, my boy. I overslept because I spent too much time reading last night. I do not even know what time it was when I switched off the light."

"Is that so? What book were you reading?"

… He hadn't that answer ready.

"Em… well… it-it was college stuff, you will not find it interesting" answered Layton, focusing his eyes on the newspaper again.

"Do I have to remind you that next week I will start college?" said Luke, smiling happily. "Will you let me your car to go there?"

"Of course not!" they laughed.

"So, when will you allow me to use the car keys you gave me for my eighteenth birthday?"

"When you get your driving license, how does that sound?"

The Professor was glad to have something fun to talk about with Luke, to make the young man forget about his questions. It also made him forget what just happened not even an hour before. The memory was fading like night mist. He was sure that by the end of the day he would not even remember anything. But there was something…

While they chat, the professor paid attention to some things he hadn't seen before. Luke's eyes were on his all the time, not losing a single detail. It made him a little uncomfortable, and he tried to avoid that direct eye contact looking somewhere else: to the newspaper, to his cup of tea, to the boy's shoulders, to his mouth while he talked…

Also, when Luke wasn't talking, he had a smile on his face. No, not a smile… a smirk… Like he had half his mind somewhere else… Although it seemed he tried to hide it, it was no good.

His eyes were seeing something and his mouth revealed it, but the professor didn't know what that could be.

Probably the young man was imagining his new life as a college student. Or maybe he had a girlfriend and hadn't told him. Or maybe it was some other secret. Anyway, the professor couldn't avoid the feeling that, whatever Luke was thinking, had to do with him.

"I'll be going now" said Luke when he finished his breakfast. "I have some shopping to do, and I might drop by Flora's house."

"Good, enjoy your free time while you can" answered Layton with a smile.

"I will, I promise you…" whispered Luke, unable to conceal his smirk anymore.