WHAT was in that tea? The professor noticed what he was doing finally, and was mortified. Blushing madly, and feeling all together light-headed, Hershel Layton felt uncomfortable in more ways than just embarrassment. The hot weight, stiffening in his trousers was becoming unbearable. He shuffled awkwardly and adjusted his hat, desperately hoping that Clive would not notice his predicament.
It was a problem. No, it was a puzzle that just needed an answer. Critical thinking, critical thinking... with mounting frustration, Hershel realised he couldn't think properly at all.

Clive, sitting blessedly cross-legged had lost all control of his imagination and was wondering what it would be like to touch the Professor. Really, touch him. To run his hands up under his shirt and pull him close, and to lie with him, naked, skin against skin.
The weak voice of conscience was berating him;
"Stop this, stop it now. If he had any idea... if he were to find out... you'd be outcast. Never see him again. You really must be insane. What a terrible thing to want..."
Somehow, knowing how wrong it all was just made him want it MORE and want it NOW. He moved very subtly, rubbing his legs together to create much wanted friction. Really, as much as the little voice cautioned him to stop, it was all he could do not to grab himself with both hands right then.
It was his breathing that gave him away, becoming heavy and uneven. Layton had been trying not to look, but turned at the sound.
He caught Clive's eyes, which were hazy. Clive let out an involuntary whimper when his gaze was met and clapped a hand over his mouth, turning away from the eye contact and blushing furiously.
'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK' was all that ran through his head.

"There's... no more... I should take the dishes back to the kitchen" The Professor put on his best facade of calmness and stood up. Immediately realising his mistake as the bulge in his trousers came to Clive's eye-level.

That was it. That was all he needed to see. The young man jumped to his feet and kissed the Professor, hard and deeply on the mouth. Still holding his empty teacup, Layton wrapped his arms around the shorter boy and pulled him close, kissing him right back.
Clive broke away, a look of pure animalistic lust reflected in the firelight in his eyes, and he pushed the Professor backwards to topple him onto the sofa he'd just stood up from.
As he fell, the Professor grabbed Clive's tie and yanked him down on top of him. Dropping the teacup to the floor, there was a brief struggle until Hershel was on top, straddling Clive and rubbing their groins together. Both men were panting already, the boy still occasionally whimpering helplessly and the professor moaned deeply.
Desperate to re-gain control, Clive tugged at Hershel's jacket and got it off him, then made a start on his shirt buttons. Hershel responded by holding the boy's hands above his head and pulling his tie off with his other hand, then his overcoat and waistcoat. He moved down to Clive's far-too-tight trouser buttons and left the boy's hands free to resume pulling off their shirts.
"Ah~" Clive bit his lip to silence himself as he felt the shock of two long fingers enter him. His whole body quivered, every muscle tightened, then relaxed.
The Professor couldn't quite believe what he was doing, but the young man's cries and failed attempts to surpress them were driving him crazy. He loved it. A 'gentleman' is still a 'man' after all.
Bucking his hips urgently under the Professor, Clive ran his hands down the older man's back and nibbled at neck.
Layton positioned himself where his fingers had just been, and pushed into him without hesitation. The completely unhindered cry he got from the boy made him thrust deeper still. The boy's teeth and tongue teased his neck and collar bones, he buried his face in his hair and smelled the clean, soapy smell of youth. He shifted downward, worrying the boy's ear with his lips and eventually catching his to kiss him again.
Clive felt the Professor, large and needy, pulsing inside him. He felt his tongue, hot against his own, and he felt his hand wrap around his own pulsing manhood and rub, slowly at first, then with increased speed to match the speed he was thrusting with. The Professor seemed to taste like sweet tea, and smell of pure masculinity.
They both came simultaneously, almost, Clive only a second or so ahead of the Professor. He cried out, and exploded over his own chest and Layton's hand, who was not far behind and moaned as he came.
Hershel felt exhaustion flood his body, and he rolled off the sofa onto the soft carpet by the fire, pulling Clive down with him and letting the boy lie on top. He noticed that the boy was trembling and immediately mental clarity kicked in.
What had he just done? Oh god. Sure, Clive was old enough in the eyes of the law, but he was really still a child compared to himself. He didn't even know if he'd been intimate with someone before.
Putting a gentle hand under his chin, he lifted the boy's face up to meet his gaze...
"I.. I can only apologize".. he wasn't sure what to say at all.
Clive, still shaking apparently uncontrollably, looked at his Professor with complete sincerity;
"Apologize? No. Don't. I mean, you shouldn't feel sorry for something like this."
His devilish little smirk came back to his face and he kissed Hershel again, slowly.
"You were amazing professor"
"have you ever, I mean to say, have you ever... with anyone before now?"
Clive looked away from the Professor's face, he looked troubled for a minute before admitting that no, he hadn't. Ever. The things he boasted about, the girls, it was all lies.

A door slamming upstairs startled them both out of their moment. Luke and Flora! When had they returned? How long had they been... preoccupied?
All these thoughts ran through both of their minds as they scrambled to get dressed and look as presentable as possible, despite the circumstances. As Clive re-tied his tie, the professor picked up the tea tray and walked towards the kitchen door.
"We should... talk... more Clive"
The young gentleman in blue smiled back at him.
"Yes, lets."