So I started this on Tumblr with the intention of maybe continuing it, and after the feedback I got from this chapter, I had no choice but to continue. This idea for this was suggested by an Anon who asked for something based on a scene from Bloomington, which I have never seen, so I kind of made it up as I went. Whatever the result, it seems to be something there's interest in, though I would like to say that some of my personal inspiration comes from the story Let Me Love You by SophieSchmidt, though I don't plan for this to become nearly as angsty. There will only be a few chapters of this, and I hope you like it.
Kendall smirked, no audience but the chalkboard to see his amusement, spine prickling at the feeling of eyes on his back. There were dozens of eyes staring at him as he tried to explain the format of a thesis sentence to his beginning composition students, but one set in particular made his nerves stand on end.
It wasn't the first time he'd had this sense, the sense that he was being undressed as he stood there giving his lesson. After all, he was the youngest professor in the English department, and by most standards was considered moderately attractive. He'd even earned a chili pepper next to his name on , an achievement he'd immediately shared with his friend James, who'd earned his chili pepper last year while working in the theater department.
The problem with this set of curious eyes was that they were chocolate brown and attached to the figure of one Logan Mitchell. Though Mitchell was one of the best students in the class, he'd never once spoken up, even when prodded by his professor.
Turning to face the class, he decided that it was time for Logan to take notice, even if it embarrassed him, and his eyes scanned the class as he asked, "Can anybody tell me the point of a thesis sentence?"
As usual, the class was silent, each student avoiding eye contact as he glanced at each of them in turn, enjoying the power he held over them, before his eyes settled on Logan, who had sat strategically in the second row, not wanting to look too eager, but wanting to absorb every word the professor spoke.
"Luke?" he asked, fully aware that the slip would force a correction, and with it the answer he knew Logan had. "The point of a thesis sentence?"
The class turned to face his victim, most glad that they'd been saved by his sacrifice, and Logan slid further into his seat uncomfortably, before correcting him, "Actually…it's Logan. And the thesis statement sets the structure and tone of the paper. Without it there's no organization."
"Excellent," he said, smiling despite himself. Logan glanced down at his empty notebook like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink, and Kendall's jaw clenched in a futile attempt to keep from smiling. Instead, he turned back to the board to continue scribbling notes on essay structure.
Now that he'd finally heard Logan's voice, he couldn't stop hearing it, and the eyes on his back fell like daggers. If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the first time he'd been attracted to one of his students, but it was decidedly the first time he had feelings for one. After all, it was the curse of an English teacher to read their students' thoughts, each sentence furthering their convictions.
And Logan was brilliant, he could see it with every word, every phrase. Then there were the looks, long and desperate from that same seat in the second row. Each class period, the looks became more uncomfortable as he began to fantasize that Logan was undressing him with more than his eyes.
He could almost feel those fingers against his skin, watching distractedly as Logan tapped his fingers against the desk. And then there were his lips, which he would bite every so often while deep in thought, and Kendall couldn't help but wonder what that pouty bottom lip would feel like when — if he ever — drew it between his teeth.
Getting involved with a student was a huge risk, especially with the bigger part of the semester ahead of them, but having Logan distracting him through every class was becoming detrimental to his teaching. Maybe if he did something about it, at least then he wouldn't spend half his time fantasizing about what he could be doing. Besides, he'd always spoken on the values of taking risks in life. From what he could tell, Logan Mitchell was a risk worth taking.
As the end of November approached, Kendall knew he had to do something, and as he roamed the aisles of his classroom under the guise of discussing their latest reading assignment, he managed to swing his arms just a little too wide, knocking the books off of Logan's desk.
They both ducked to collect them, and Kendall noticed the way the younger man's breath caught when his fingertips brushed over Logan's knuckles. He collected the books, noting that most of them had been checked out from the library, before handing them back to him and apologizing for his clumsiness. He noticed that Logan's eyes stayed on his books for the rest of the class period, neck blanching, and Kendall couldn't help but notice how cute he was. The ridiculous thought earned him a blush of his own, and he turned to write something — anything for that matter — on the board, to obscure his face. He hoped nobody noticed the way the chalk broke as he pressed too hard, suddenly losing his focus, and after a few minutes of fighting the distraction he ended up letting the class out early.
He took his time collecting his things, before following the last few students out of the classroom. Giving in to curiosity, he noticed one student in particular making his way toward the library, and quickly noted that his schedule was clear for the rest of the day. He stayed a ways behind Logan, glad that his sweater and jeans helped him blend in with the usual undergrad crowd in the library. After all, he wasn't that much older than his students. He wasn't much older than Logan.
Thankfully, he found the brunet studying in the back of the sociology section, where it was quiet. The solitude was comforting, especially considering his intentions, and just as he approached Logan, he chickened out, darting into one of the last aisles before the cluster of desks Logan had occupied. Glancing at the section he was in, he noticed it was a section dealing with sexuality, gender politics, and not least of all homosexuality. Picking out a few of the more obvious titles, he took a deep breath before confronting Logan.
He had to remind himself to breathe when Logan looked up, innocently at first, before he realized who it was that stood in front of him, his mouth hanging open a little before stuttering out, "P-professor Knight?"
"Logan," he answered, forcing a charming smile onto his face to mask the totally inappropriate feelings bubbling up in his abdomen. He slid into the seat next to Logan, moving around some of his books to make room for his own. "You know you can call me Kendall right?"
"Professor Knight," he repeated tensely, as if he were forcing his thoughts down until they were no longer visible on his face. He almost succeeded until his eyes caught Kendall's, immediately shifting to the book open in front of him. "What are you doing in the undergraduate library?"
You, if I get my way. Kendall had to clear his throat to dispose of his own thought, answering, "Doing some research for something I'm writing. I guess it's time I commit to something personal."
Logan quickly scanned the cover of the book at the top of the stack, reading the title and noting its significance, before looking up at the man next to him, "How's it going?"
"I keep getting distracted," he admitted, shrugging before his segue occurred to him. "I keep trying to write it in my office, but I guess it's just not the right setting. Thought I'd step out of my comfort zone. Sometimes it's nice to step out of your comfort zone."
He nudged his way closer to the man next to him, and Logan adjusted, his breath going shallow as his heartbeat increased, telltale signs of what he hoped would happen next, steeling himself as he mumbled, "Maybe this is my comfort zone."
In a last stitch effort to be subtle, Kendall glanced around the library, to find them obscured by tall shelves on all sides, before finding Logan's eyes, which had turned dark and needy over the last few moments, and just as he had in class, he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it, and it was enough to force Kendall's hand — literally in fact.
As he leaned over to brush his lips against Logan's, he balanced against the shorter man's knee, tasting the sweetness of Logan's breath as he pulled back only enough to speak, whispering, "I'm taking advantage of you."
Logan had a moment of clarity as he cataloged the consequences, the implications of what they were about to do almost staggering, but as Kendall's eyes darted to his open lips, he had no choice but to answer hastily, "Please."
In response, Kendall captured his lips fully this time, his tongue entering through Logan's open lips as he growled from deep in his abdomen, encouraging the intrusion. before moaning as Kendall's hand moved up his leg, fingers skimming the inside of his thigh, feeling Logan harden through his jeans. He hissed at the contact, before moving his own hand to grip Kendall's bicep, so hard it would likely leave a bruise.
But as Kendall's hand wrapped around his length, Logan had another staggering moment of clarity, pulling back as he tried to catch his breath, "We can't."
"Not if you don't want to," Kendall promised, his eyes clouded with lust but his intentions clear as he pulled back. Logan refused to look at him, and he felt a pain in his chest, though he hadn't yet diagnosed it as disappointment from Logan's rejection, or if he feared the charges that would hit his desk if Logan decided to tell anyone about his professor coming on to him.
His hope was renewed when Logan pulled his bottom lip between his lips again, deep in thought, before he smirked, standing with a new aura about him, and Kendall watched with interest as Logan glanced along the bookshelves carefully, before returning, this time to Kendall's chair rather than his own.
Balancing his knees against the edge of Kendall's seat, he straddled the larger man, as green eyes followed his every movement. He adjusted until he felt Kendall's hardness against his own, grinding into him as he watched Kendall's face twist in surprise and arousal, before diving in, this time taking control of the kiss, forcing his tongue between Kendall's lips as he pulled at his hair, showing his professor that he wasn't about to be a victim to his advances, but an equal partner.
Encouraged, Kendall's hands roamed to Logan's ass, pulling him in as he helped him balance, stifling his groans as he felt Logan rock hard against him. It was something he'd only ever fantasized about, though in his fantasies, he was the one in control. He still understood that this was likely a one-time thing, and had to take advantage of it, forcing Logan's tongue to retreat as he worked his own into the fray.
He grinned against Logan's teeth as he let his hand wander to Logan's jeans, unzipping them quickly before forcing his hand inside, reminding him, "We don't have a lot of time."
Logan moaned as Kendall found his member, stroking the length as he continued to dominate the kiss, and he tore his lips away to groan out, "Fuck, Kendall…"
"Professor Knight," he corrected, grinning against Logan's throat, where he was dragging his teeth along the pale skin. He knew he shouldn't leave evidence of what they were doing, but the evidence was already there, in his touch, in his embrace, in the way that Logan's eyes could turn him on without a single touch. He was falling hard, and fast…faster…
"Faster," Logan groaned out through his teeth, and Kendall couldn't help but bite the skin below his ear, feeling Logan's growl against his lips.
He continued to tease, ignoring his own throbbing member to attend to Logan's, grinning as he acknowledged, "You never speak up in class. Now you can't keep quiet."
"You're trying to teach a lesson?" Logan growled, fingers clawing into the muscle of Kendall's shoulders as he ground into Kendall's hand, feeling the burn in his stomach that would soon result in his release.
Pulling Logan's earlobe between his teeth, he whispered, voice husky against his ear, "I could teach you a lot of things."
"Fuck," Logan groaned out, the only word he could manage as he let go. Kendall watched as he unraveled in front of him, kissing him to swallow the moans that accompanied his orgasm, before he collapsed forward, letting kisses wander over whatever parts of Kendall's face he could reach, giving special attention to his dimples, one of his favorite attributes. He'd stared at them consistently since the First of September, and now they were his…in a way.
He pressed his forehead against Kendall's, blond hair stuck to his skin as Logan breathed, "I can't believe we just did that…"
There was a glimmer in his eye as he said it, his face a genuine smile, as his arms wrapped tightly around Kendall's neck as they both caught their breath slowly, chests heaving against each other. He hadn't gotten off, and yet he didn't mind. Watching Logan unravel had been enough.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, but he was cut off by the palm of Logan's hand, as he warned him, "Footsteps."
Struggling into his own seat, Logan recovered, while Kendall slowly made the connection between his words and his actions, and as Logan blushed, staring at his book, Kendall leisurely opened one at the top of his own stack, not even bothering to look at it, instead watching as the stranger approached.
"Logan!" the stranger shouted, a short Latino with just a little too much pep in his step for a Monday, and he quickly glanced around after noticing his own volume. "I had a feeling you'd be here. Class got out early for me. Want to grab some lunch?"
He could see Logan force an awkward smile onto his face, risking a side glance to Kendall's lap, where he was still overtly turned on. Kendall could see him grasping for an excuse, but finding none, was forced to nod, "Sure Carlos, sounds great," before turning to Kendall, "Sorry, I wish we could have finished that discussion."
"Just come to my office after class on Wednesday," he answered, making sure there was no mistaking his meaning. Logan was forced to avoid his heated glance, blushing under his gaze. "You still haven't given me your opinion on the subject."
For the first time, Carlos began to suspect something, and after looking between them he held his hand out to Kendall, a cheery smile on his face, "Hey, I'm Carlos, Logan's roommate. You are?"
Taking his hand firmly, Kendall quickly gave his own name, leaving out as many details as possible. but Carlos was smarter than that, asking suspiciously, "What's your major?"
Logan stood, trying to corral his friend away, but after dealing with Carlos' not-so-subtle attempts to find out more, Logan finally hissed, "Carlos, this is Professor Knight."
Immediately, Carlos looked between their faces. Kendall's gaze was curious, wondering what he could find out from the reaction of Logan's friend, while Logan looked like he wanted to crawl into the center of the earth and cease to exist. It only got worse when the recognition hit Carlos' expression, and he said, "Oh, you're Professor Knight…"
"We're leaving," Logan informed him, grabbing him by the arm as he attempted to pull him away, before turning back to Kendall for a moment, his voice tense as he asked, "Wednesday?" as if it were millennial away from that moment.
Kendall grinned, noting Carlos' reaction, before nodding, "Wednesday."
As he watched the two men retreat toward the stairs, he couldn't help but overhear Carlos teasing his friend, "Hey man, your fly is undone. Anything you want—"
"Shut the fuck up Carlos," were the last words he could make out, and he sat back in his chair to review what he'd just done. As much as he should regret it, the delicate blush over Logan's face, the glimmer in his dark eyes, was enough to leave Kendall wanting more. Glancing at the pile of books in front of him, he couldn't help but think that he had a penchant for getting distracted.
Thankfully, he also had a penchant for taking risks, and as of a few moments ago, he'd decided that Logan Mitchell was most certainly a risk worth taking.