Late afternoon, rays of sunlight flooding the empty classroom. The most quiet time of the day, now that every students were already gone. So it was also Graves's favourite time. No one to bother him, especially not these noisy kids. He had the habit to stay there longer, even when his colleagues had left earlier.
Peace, nothing better to get his last job done, maybe grade a few papers. Seated at his desk, vest on the chair, his thoughts still wandered a little. He should have showed up already. Not that Graves would admit missing this particular man but when he was alone like this, he could just hope that it was a good enough occasion.
A lot more scribbling, patience running low. Maybe he should just call it a day and go back home.
Then a peculiar noise he knew too well came nearby, soft hiss typical of some advanced portals. It immediately caught his attention, dropping his pen as he faced the source of the noise. At last.
« You took your time. What the fuck you were doing, it's been almost a week. » Tried to sound annoyed but there was little to do against how glad he was.
« Tsk, language. Careful with that, you might get used to it and swear in front of your students. » Though there was no real remark in the newcomer's voice, just a pleased hum.
Here came the man dedicated to bother him his whole life, Twisted Fate. A fancy thief fond of portals and time corridors. Appeared from his own timeline, just to pay a visit. As soon as he materialized, he reached Graves's desk and bent slightly in quest for a kiss.
Returned without question, he had been waiting for this too long. A hand went behind Twisted Fate's neck, to keep him there as they kissed, slow and nice.
Though contact was broken by the latter, just enough distance to take Graves's glasses off and put it away somewhere on the desk. Then he returned to it, begging for entry as it grew difficult not to get lost. He urged Twisted Fate closer, till he would just sit on his lap, hands roaming over his body.
This wasn't really fulfilling to explore, the latter's armor – if that could be called this way – was basically smooth metal and technology. Not nearly as good as warm flesh under the touch. But it would have to do for now, wouldn't risk anything dirty in a classroom as empty as it was. Not here.
Instead Graves took the latter's hat and let it aside, making sure not to throw it without care. The first and only time had been enough and he was sure he lost some of his hearing. Liked that, to burry his hand in Twisted Fate's short hair, stroking him lightly. The man purred into the kiss, from the attention. He could indulge a little before taking him home for the evening. Hope he will stay the night.
Perfect, to have his lover back to him safe and healthy. Pressed to him in that tight embrace. This was worth waiting without any news. The latter just held him, maybe crumpling a little his shirt but he didn't really care.
Twisted Fate parted, laying a certainly soft gaze on him despite what they were used to show. A little more.
« Sorry for being late. This took longer than I expected. » Lower than what they could, there was supposed to be no one else in the building.
« No shit. What happened ? » Graves was always a bit curious about the man's travels, where he would do business.
« Agent Cailtyn found me again and I had to run in the Blessed Isles just to lose her. »
A rumbling laugh resonated, just thinking about how comic it must have been to see these two time travelers chasing and running away.
« Are you getting too old for this ? » Just a hint of tease, that was all Twisted Fate deserved anyway.
« You wish but I'd never give you this pleasure. » A short pause as the latter considered Graves, then his hand went to his tie and took it loose. « But I may have another kind to offer. »
Shit. Here ? If Twisted Fate really was to search some relief now, there was little he could say. Even if that was the least place he wanted to be for a quick fuck. The professionnal part gave a firm nope but truly Graves missed the latter too much to let more time pass before they could lie together.
So he said nothing, as deft hands opened his shirt, just for a glimpse of his chest. Twisted Fate really was enjoying himself, ardent gaze over the man under him. Turned him on, to see such early desire.
The latter leaned a little, getting closer to his neck. That was forbidden area, Graves told him before. His reputation would suffer greatly if he let him have his way with marks and other offerings. Students can be real pests sometimes, better take no risk.
Before he could grab Twisted Fate with a fair warning, the man whispered right next to his ear : « Tell me, what would your dear students think if they heard about what I'm going to do to you, in this very classroom ? »
« Not your fucking business. Just, no marks. » It really got him hard, such deep voice used against him. But he wouldn't break so soon.
« As long as no one can see it… »
Mere words but as soon as he said it, Twisted Fate got out of his lap, kneeling in front of him. The sight was enough for Graves to tense a little, mouth going dry. The latter kept a mischievous gaze on him as he spread his legs open. Going deliberately slow, a half-gloved hand pressed to his crotch, relishing the warmth. Twisted Fate knew how to tease back, to make every second worth it on the end.
By now Graves was hard, the outline of his cock visible despite the fabric of his trousers. And he reacted to the latter's touch, firm pressure applied there before they would get to it. Just made his leg bounce lightly, restless.
« Get on with it. We don't have all day. » Difficult to hide how much he need at the instant.
Twisted Fate's eyes left his ministrations to glance at him quickly before giving back his attention lower : « I see someone is eager… »
Graves would have growled another sharp comment if the latter hadn't suddenly made a move, unbuckling his belt to reach what they wanted. Against himself he whimpered lowly as his cock sprang free, aching for more. He clutched the armrest, watching any of Twisted Fate's move. Still a bit ashamed to be already breathless. The man knew what he was doing, dragging him to the edge.
Good thing he lost no time, leaning close to take Graves's cock. Absolutely filthy, to feel such wetness engulfing him but he couldn't hold back another needy noise. The latter sucked a little, licked the underside and these small details were really killing him.
On reflex Graves tipped his head back, against the chair, breath coming shorter as his lover held
him closer. Strong grip on his hips, to be sure he wouldn't buck to strongly. Agonizing, not being able to thrust more into that sweet warmth but it was this way or Twisted Fate would leave him be without a touch.
« Tobias… » Somehow slurred, impacted like as air disappeared from the place.
This was incorrect, small thought screaming in the back of his mind yet he couldn't really fight this. Graves missed him, could be rendered speechless if the latter wanted. Several times Twisted Fate took him down his throat, earning at the same time a helpless moan.
Please, tell me there was no one here. Still some shame burning him from the inside, as much as the flames of lust.
Once the latter pulled back, addressing him a smile and it was far too fond for their usual remarks. « Feels good ? » Electric blue eyes, never leaving him, seeking approval for his actions.
Graves averted his gaze, guard too low to bear all this. The tension, delightful attention, gentleness in each of Twisted Fate's moves, the forbidden side. Could tell he was red in the face, wouldn't be a surprise.
All this mixed up in a dangerous cocktail, as his lover gave all he could to get him off. It was more than enough, pleasure builing up till it burst and overtook him. Graves still gripped the armrests, crying out though he tried to muffle it. Too much at once, his cock twitched before he came down Twisted Fate's throat. And the latter took it all without flinching, waiting for him.
Suddenly oxygen was back, thoughts less blurry as he recovered. Idly Graves carressed the other man's hair, small thankful gesture. Please don't start talking. Very aware this was his weak state, maybe Twisted Fate would play on this.
For a short time it was just this, him catching his breath and the latter leaning against his knee, patiently.
« T'was nice… » Graves prefered not to linger too much on what they were doing in a classroom so he focused instead on his lover. « Come here, I guess you'll need a hand. »
No need to tell him twice, Twisted Fate stood and reclaimed his spot on his lap, with more haste than before. It was very obvious, how aroused he was. Even if he seemed to maintain some control, he still grinded shyly against Graves. A few needy noises escaped him and this time the latter wasn't searching his gaze.
Beautiful in a way, to see Twisted Fate so so impacted by the attention himself gave. He held Graves close, face hidden against his neck, hips jerking without real control to find friction.
The angle wouldn't be really practical but he would do his best to return the favor. A larger hand cupped Twisted Fate's erection through the clothing – good thing his gear didn't cover everything – and offered relief. Graves wouldn't mind to do more but the latter seemed already so close to climax. So he kept him right there, letting Twisted Fate go wild as he rocked against him.
« Mal— Malcolm…I may not…last longer… »
Small moans, getting more and more frequent as the man lost himself. By the end he was completely leaning against Graves, clutching at him desperately. What else could he do ? He stroked him through fabric, the other hand settled on Twisted Fate's rear to coax him faster. C'mon.
Then Twisted Fate shook, going stiff in the embrace as he found his end. Some last erratic thrusts, riding orgasm as he could before slumping against Graves, all pliant and limp. Nice.
That was one of the best parts, when Twisted Fate could say nothing, just lay here against him. There was still a small effort made as he seeked a kiss. Lips pressed to his own, Graves let him do, too happy to let this occasion flee.
And so they remained like that, kissing gently in this awaited reunion.
At some point Twisted Fate pulled back, wincing a little : « This is getting uncomfortable. Can we get home soon ? »
« That was your idea to fuck here. But yeah, let's move. Just let me pack my things. »
Gingerly Twisted Fate stepped away of the desk, knees still protesting a little for staying down soem time. It wasn't really the best feeling to experience release while fully clothed, he couldn't wait to leave fast. Graves glanced at him as he got ready to go, vest and everything. Looks pretty uneasy.
They went back home and the evening was leisurely spent in a shared bath. At least he wouldn't have to worry this night, as they went to sleep together.