One week later.

Dean was boldly flirting with Roman every time he could. But he actually had no real chance to be alone with his teacher. His consolation prize was jerk off watching a drawing. However, today was Friday and Dean was willing to everything to seduce his teacher. Today, Roman was responsible for staying until all the students left school and Dean knew it. So he decided to accompany Seth to the library to make time while he carried out his plan.

And talking about Seth. He seemed really focused.

Dissociative disorders involve problems with memory, identity, emotion, perception, behavior and sense of self. Dissociative symptoms can potentially disrupt every area of mental functioning. Examples of dissociative symptoms include the experience of detachment or feeling as if one is outside one's body. Dissociative disorders are frequently associated with previous experience of trauma.

There are three types of dissociative disorders:

Dissociative identity disorder

Dissociative amnesia

Depersonalization/derealization disorder.

Dean was beside him. The auburn haired teenager had zero interest in this issue and in the library at all. But he was curious about Seth's new interests.

"Want to be a psychologist as your sister?" Dean asked as he was also reading the article.

"Just curious about this thing." Seth said as if nothing.

During a traumatic experience such as an accident, disaster or crime victimization, dissociation can help a person tolerate what might otherwise be too difficult to bear. This may make it difficult to later remember the details of the experience, as reported by many disaster and accident survivors.

"I have a shitty life but I've never had the need to escape from reality". Dean said.

"So the cocaine is just recreational." Seth mumbled.

"Totally, you should try instead of judge. You no better."

"I don't need to drug myself to cope with my life." Seth defended. "I have a normal life."

"Your life is as shitty as mine. You live in a nice house and have money but in the end is the same shit. Nobody cares about you." Dean smirked, "That's why your only friend it's the weirdo. I think this need to be apart of the rest of the people around you is your way to cope with your life."

Sometimes Seth hated Dean.

The younger teenager just pursed his lips and kept reading.

Treatment:

Psychotherapy: This kind of therapy for mental and emotional disorders uses psychological techniques designed to help a person better recognize and communicate their thoughts and feelings.

Medication: if a person with a dissociative disorder also suffers from depression or anxiety, they might benefit from an antidepressant or anti-anxiety drug. Antipsychotic medications are also sometimes used to help with disordered thinking and perception related to depersonalization.

"Such a fucked up disorder." Dean commented. "You see, cocaine is easier to handle."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" Seth was stunned.

"Calm your tits, princess!" Dean always acted like he was in control of everything. "Whatever... I must be really bored if I read that stuff."

"What are you even doing here? I thought you have a really interesting life." Seth knew Dean was as alone as him.

"You are right, Sethie," Dean smirked mischievously. "There's a big dick I want to ride waiting for me."

Seth rolled his eyes. He received a text of his mother. She was waiting for him outside. Seth quickly gathered his stuff and left. Dean exited the library. The teenager was walking outside the school. All the teachers were gone. Just a few kids were around because of extracurricular activities. The school was almost desert. Dean watched Roman talking with some female classmates. It was obvious they wanted to flirt with the new teacher. Well, who wouldn't?

"Those bitches," Dean mumbled.

The girls said goodbye and Roman finally walked to his car to go home. As he was a new teacher they had assigned him the farthest and shittiest place to park his car. Roman seemed easygoing enough to protest so he just parked there. Dean ran toward him with a sinful grin.

His body language screamed sin, desire, forbidden. In addition to the bad boy aura. Dean was wearing torn jeans and tight t-shirt. Worn leather jacket and his characteristic unruly bright auburn hair. However all that was absolutely perfect in this kid.

"This is a hot truck. Just as hot as the owner." Dean's voice was almost a purr.

The auburn haired teenager knew he was sexy and knew how to seduce a man. Even the way he walked was calculated… feline… Almost swinging that ass. As a clear invitation to taste some of the delights that could offer a young, flexible and agile body like his.

Roman opened the door of his car and stayed still. Dean wasn't even being subtle, Roman wasn't going to fall on his games. Even if it was tempting.

Dean got close to his handsome teacher. Almost leaning his body against the older man's. "I need help." Dean's voice was soft and sweet.

Roman's cock twitched… better if he escaped now.

The Samoan watched him in disbelief. "I'm leaving. Is really urgent?"

"Yes. My bike is not working. I live so far and need help to fix my bike." Dean bit his lower lip, "Or maybe a ride…"

Roman looked around. Fuck. There was nobody else.

"What are you even doing here?" Roman asked.

"Was at the library." Dean was blatantly watching Roman's crotch.

Roman smirked and took his chin, forcing Dean to look at his face. "You know, my face is here. And for the record, I doubt you were at the library. But seems like I can't just leave you here. Let's see your bike."

"Thanks Mr. Reigns," Dean stood on his tiptoes and tried to kiss Roman's cheek.

The Samoan dodged the attempt. "You don't need to be this affectionate."

Dean smirked. It was the game of cat and mouse. A game in which the mouse wanted to be trapped and devoured by the cat.

Roman followed his student and soon they were near the last football field. Dean's bike was old and battered.

"I don't think this bike ever worked." Roman said just watching the old thing.

"It did work. But I have to admit that lately it's been a pain in the ass. And you can imagine how bad it is, since my ass is very… resistant." Dean softly purred.

Dean was a mix between adorable and devilish. And all that was fucking sexy. Roman rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and Dean didn't even try to stop a growl when he saw the tattoo on one of Roman's forearms. At that moment he remembered Seth's drawing. The other teenager had drawn the tattoo but the drawing rather looked like a scribble and not like the work of art in front of him.

"Hot car, hot tattoo. There's something not hot on you, Mr. Reigns?" The adorable little shit grinned.

"Are you this bold with everyone?" Roman asked as he checked the bike.

"Just the hot ones. And there's no hot ones in this shitty town. You can feel flattered here."

"This thing is done. You need a new bike." Roman sentenced as he stood up.

Dean almost threw himself at the samoan, "How am I going to get home?"

"It's amazing because you're here, is this disguise of badass knowing-all. Pretending that you can't get to your house by your own means."

"Can you drive me?" Dean traced and imaginary pattern in Roman's chest, "Please?"

"I don't believe a single word. But you know I can't just leave you here. Let's go, just keep your hands for yourself." Roman smirked.

"I'm gonna keep'em for sure. But you'll be on my mind when I'll do it."

Fuck! Dean was hot. Those pink lips were. Roman had to admit that his flirting was cute. He knew this kid was experienced. There was no innocence left in him. Roman had a hard time trying to keep a calm façade. Roman tried to play it cool as he got inside his car.

"Get in," The samoan indicated

Dean got inside by the driver's seat. He boldly sat in Roman's lap and give his teacher a sinful grin. "Sorry, I got confused." And then made his way to the other seat. Sticking his pert ass up in the air, almost rubbing it against Roman's face. And fuck is that position was hot. Roman almost imagined the teenager naked, all fours in his bed as he pounded that pert ass.

"Where do you go?" Roman had a hard time resisting Dean's flirting.

"Wherever you want." This gorgeous little one licked his lips and Roman knew his blood was running to the lower part of his body at full speed, "It could be a motel, your place, a dirty alley, the backseat of this amazing car."

Roman breathed hard as he saw that impish grin. Dean knew he was achieving its goal.

"I'm taking you home, Dean. Your home." Roman was being serious.

"My house then…" Dean buckled his belt.

Roman was following Dean's indications as he drove for twenty minutes. The kid really lived far from the school. They were in a lonely road. The place was kinda depressant. Dean led his hand to his teacher's thigh.

"Keep your hands for yourself!" Roman scolded.

"Make me!" Dean defied his teacher.

Roman stopped short.

"Uff that was unexpected and sexy," Dean purred.

"Stop this, Dean!" Roman was trying to be cold.

Dean unbuckled his belt and crawled to his teacher's lap. "I can read your body language. You want me too. You can have me. Nobody will know."

And then Dean kissed him. And by god this kid could kiss. Dean pushed his tongue against Roman soft bottom lip as he rubbed his crotch against Roman's. For a moment Roman kissed him back and then he noticed what he was doing. He was kissing a fucking teenager, who happened to be his student. He, a engaged man. Roman pushed Dean off of his lap and the kid fell in the passenger seat. His legs spread and the outline of his hard cock was obviously visible. Dean was breathing hard as he stared at Roman with wide eyes.

"That was hot. I'll touch myself remembering that kiss." Dean almost whined.

"Stop this, Dean!" Roman was trying to regain his calmness.

"I will bury my fingers deep inside my ass, as I think in that big hard cock pounding me hard."

Dean wasn't subtle. He began to stroke his hard cock over his jeans.

"Then I'll think of you spilling your seed all over my face as I pass my finger to swallow your warm cum." Dean speed the strokes, "Delicious."

"Stop!" Roman took Deans hand to stop the teenager.

"Look at you cock. I guess you're about to cum. Let me help you."

And that was it. Dean again crawled on Roman's lap and this time he wasn't rejected. Roman held him by the waist as they kissed with passion and need. Dean unzip Roman's slacks as he pawed the hard dick.

"It's so big. I'm gonna ride you so good." Dean said between kisses.

Roman unzipped Dean's jeans and they rubbed their cocks at a frenetic pace.

"Oh fuck you feel so good, Dean."

"And when you bury this big thing in my ass it's gonna be amazing. I'm gonna milk you til you have no more cum." Dean panted.

They were stroking their cocks together as the euphoria took over their spent bodies as they spilled their cum in an orgasmic gaze.

They spent a time recovering of that amazing orgasm. Then, reality hit Roman hard. He almost fucked with a teenager. He could go to jail. He was engaged. He was beginning his career. He cheated his fiancée. This kid could blackmail him. His mind was working nonstop as a bunch of disordered thoughts invaded his mind overwhelmingly. Roman began to feel frightened, desperate.

Then he tightly held the steering wheel, he needed to feel something real, he needed to touch something familiar. Roman breathed hard and focused. He was all nervous and scared. This was ridiculous, he was a teacher and he just succumbed to one of his students. He focused in the trees surrounding the lonely road. The trees were green, he recognized green. The steering wheel felt solid. He needed to focus, he needed to anchor himself. This was the worst moment to lost his shit.

"Roman… Roman…" he heard Dean.

In fact he saw Dean. He saw himself too.

Focus. Roman. Focus.

Dean watched around him. He looked in the glove compartment and a pill pack fell on the carpet. Deah read the name: Anafranil: Clomipramine 75ml.

"What the actual fuck!"

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