This is another older story of mine, but I'm reuploading it


Dan squirmed uncomfortably in his chair, his pants growing tighter as he looked over the long, well dressed form of his professor, Mr. Lester.

He was famous amongst the girls all over the campus, and even more famous among the boys.

Mr. Lester walked around the classroom, speaking with hands, speaking so articulately. Dan had never found intelligence so attractive, until he took this class.

Fortunately for Dan, he always sat in the back of the classroom. He was pretty certain that his professor hardly realized he was back there.

Although, it wasn't a particularly large classroom either.

"Daniel, is it?" Mr. Lester paused, like he normally does in his lectures and asks for a student's thoughts. But he never asked for his own.

"Dan," he stammered out, his palms already becoming sweatier than they were before. "Call me Dan."

"Dan then," he corrected himself and continued with his question.

Despite his sweaty palms and racing heart, Dan managed to settle his mind as he listened to the question.

As he finished with his response he realized how out of breath he had become and felt as if were panting like he had run a marathon. He was certain that everyone had heard him losing and now trying to catch his breath. He was glad however, that he even had a response to give as he loved reading and literature and nearly every reading assignment there professor had set turned out to be fantastic.

"Thank you, Dan," his professor flashed a brilliant smile, and Dan thought his heart was going to burst from his chest as the lecture continued.

You're not a fucking fourteen year old girl. What the hell is your problem? Dan berated himself.

There was no possible way that Mr. Lester was unaware of the gossip about him and the way the girls, and boys, talked about him.

He did have a sort of innocent look about him, but the insights he shared with the class were far too mature that he couldn't also have a mature sense of humor, and didn't let on that he had a dirty mind.

Or he was completely wrong about his professor and he kept a completely professional mindset while in class or around campus.

For all Dan knew, Mr. Lester could be the clubbing type, and getting laid, or have a serious relationship with a woman.

And he was dying to know what the case was.

As class ended and students began to shuffle out and gather their things, Dan's mind refocused to the present moment.

He managed to find himself as the last student in the classroom and with that realization he scrambled to gather up his books and folder and stuff them into his over the shoulder bag.

As he tried to slip his folder quickly into his bag, however, he managed to catch one side of it on the lining of his bag and with the force of his shoving, his folder flung out and his papers were strewn across the floor.

He was painfully aware that his professor was still lingering in the classroom as well.

Dan reached out for his papers and he looked up, realizing that his professor was approaching him while he was knelt on the floor.

"Here," Mr. Lester said softly and sank to his knees as well and began to help gather up the thin sheets of paper.

Still kneeling, Dan looked up and then at the stack of papers his professor offered to him.

"Er, thanks," he said quietly, taking the papers and slipping them into the appropriate pocket of his folder.

"Sure, Dan."

His professor hadn't moved from his position on the floor and as Dan slipped his folder into his bag, for once getting it right, Mr. Lester added in his deep, warm voice, "Thanks for sharing today. You never really speak up in class and I really enjoy reading your papers when you hand them in."

Dan's face grew warm, and he stuttered out another thank you, unable to hold eye contact with the older man for longer than about .2 seconds. His eyes were far too beautiful and searching that he was certain he'd lose himself in them and make a fool of himself.

Mr. Lester gently put a hand at the sleeve of Dan's jumper and helping him to his feet. Once stood, he glanced to his side, then at his professor as briefly as he could, as his heart pounded. The feeling of his hand was strong, and Dan knew he was very capable of hurting someone. But at the same time, his touch was very tender and gentle, supportive of him.

Mr. Lester dropped his hand, retracting it as if he had been stung, as if he had touched an electric fence that bound him from Dan.

"I'll see you in class on Wednesday?"

"Yeah," he replied, walking around Mr. Lester and towards the door.

"Have a nice afternoon."

Dan glanced back and said, "You as well," before scurrying out of the room.

He walked out into the room, heaving out a deep breath.

You fucking idiot. You utter, complete twat. Why the fuck do you have to be such a klutz? Dan reprimanded himself for the umpteenth time.

You've made an absolute fool of yourself.

Dan ran a hand across his sweaty brow, cringing.

You're such a fucking mess.

But as he replayed the entire event in his mind, another thing occurred to him. He likes my papers. He likes my papers. Suddenly Dan had a goofy grin on his face as he walked out of the building and headed towards the cafeteria.

He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying not to smile.

"Ah, I see Lester's got you all love-sick again," Dan's mischievous friend, Chris, appeared at his side, falling into step beside him.

Nerves dissipated, and mind relaxed once again he replied calmly, "Well, can you blame me?"

"Not really," Chris replied, and the young men grinned at each other.

Their paths always converged just outside the cafeteria where they would meet another one of their friends, PJ.

Chris and Dan went and bought their lunch and joined PJ at a circular table in a far corner of the cafeteria.

"You know you could totally shag him," he said to Dan, earning gasps from him as he nearly inhaled his soda. PJ and Chris both laughed wildly at him.

"Are you mad? Of course I couldn't." Dan argued when he caught his breath, scowling at the pair of them.

"Sure you could. Isn't he only, like, 27?" PJ said.

"How should I know?"

"Well, that's what I've heard, anyway." He replied, already immune to Dan's snarky attitude that he'd adopted as of late.

"Well, even if he is just a few years older than me, I'm still his student. Which, is still illegal and he could be sacked. He's a brilliant teacher and I don't want him to lose his job just because I'm a horn-dog."

"So you've admitted it then," Chris smirked at Dan.

"No use trying to keep it a secret. From you two, at least."

"Not that you could hide it." PJ added quickly and Dan shot him a look, raising a hand as if he were about to tell PJ off but gave up.

"Besides, you're definitely not the only one."

Chris nodded off towards the cafeteria entrance, and Dan looked up.

His overwhelmingly attractive teacher was getting himself lunch and Chris said something about everyone checking him out that Dan never really registered, but he glanced around and hell. Chris was right.

Nearly everyone in the cafeteria was looking his way.

But considering his own gawking, he couldn't judge them.

However, Chris and PJ were sure that Dan's eyes rested on their professor for much longer than anyone else's.


Dan, Dan, Dan.

Never had one of Phil's students ever caught his attention quite like Dan did.

And he felt awful.

He must've made the poor young man feel so awkward.

He truly loved everything Dan wrote in his papers and was glad that he had shared in class. He was an awfully quiet student, but he had brilliant thoughts and he wanted the other students to know.

He was intelligent… and far too handsome for his own good.

While Phil was capable of keeping his mind clear during class, he often thought of Dan as he lie in bed and considered…

He shook the thoughts from his mind, hoping for the same effect that would do to an etch-a-sketch but it didn't help much.

He headed into the cafeteria for lunch, as he was growing hungry. He always woke up very early, so the time between his breakfast and lunch was rather long.

He collected and paid for his lunch and he passed through to the other side of the cafeteria, where he could exit the building and sit at a stone table.

As he walked through, his eyes slid over to notice Dan sitting around a table with his two friends, watching him pass by.

Phil offered him a small nod and half a smile, and involuntarily gulped painfully.

I mean, how else was he supposed to greet him, yet keep it minimal and professional?

He cringed as he turned towards the back doors to the cafeteria.

You socially awkward twat, he shook his head to himself so minutely that it almost wasn't visible to anyone looking on.

"Did he just?" Chris suddenly said, looking over at Dan, who had grown warm sitting there.

Their table had earned quite a few curious looks from their peers around the cafeteria and Dan slumped in his seat, attempting to make himself as small as possible.

Which was difficult for someone with a height of over six feet.

Luckily, the incident blew over and anyone previously interested enough, had then lost interest in their table and returned to their own conversations.

That afternoon Dan had another class and then he was free to catch the bus and head back to his flat that he shared with Chris.

He seemed to spend more and more time alone here as Chris was spending an increasingly large amount of time with PJ at his flat.

He wondered what would happen is Chris eventually moved in with PJ.

Dan would have to find some place more affordable, or a new roommate.

They lived comfortably already, if you could call what Chris did, living there.

Once he arrived home, he began to work on the next paper his professor assigned. He honestly enjoyed these papers because Mr. Lester gave them a lot of freedom with them and he enjoyed the novels and plays they were based off of.

The paper wasn't due until the following Monday, but he had completed it that night.


yeah so this is an older story i only ever got like 4 chapters in so im gonna upload it every couple of days

also please review bc i lost all of the original reviews i had gotten for it when it was first put up