Adam:

I fucked up. I really did. Getting an erection during class yesterday was something that was bound to happen eventually, and I knew that, but why did the universe curse it upon me right when I'd been demonstrating something very simple during class? To make matters worse, it just had to pop up against a student's ass. God, Sauli had probably noticed too. Poor kid, I knew he must've been freaked out, if not, disgusted. He'd looked pasty for the rest of class, and had been completely silent, despite my efforts to keep the atmosphere in the room as friendly and normal as possible. Maybe I was overreacting and he'd been fine with it, realizing that it was a guy thing and that spontaneous boners were inevitable. I was sure it was a random occurrence… sort of. I was sticking to that story whether I believed it or not.

A girl suddenly ran by me in the hall with tears in her eyes, pulling me out of my thoughts. Before I could stop her, another voice stopped me.

"Motherfucking faggot, you'll pay for that!"

I frowned, overhearing that statement from the next hall on my way to chemistry. Curious and a little irritated by the derogatory term, I turned the corner only to find Sauli corralled against a locker by a group of four guys much bigger than he was. I paused for a moment, recognizing almost all of them. I stepped back behind the wall before I could be seen, and watched from a distance.

"You think you can just come here with your gay-ass walk and scare off my girlfriend?" a boy I knew as Dawson from first block science spat, crowding up into Sauli's space.

My eyes narrowed, but I wasn't sure what I should do. I didn't know if these guys were all just joking around like how boys usually were or what. I didn't want to be the annoying teacher that bitched at people just because they were jokingly using language I didn't like. I mean, they were boys; they were going to say whatever they wanted regardless of who scolded them.

Sauli just cringed back into the locker, squeaking, "She didn't want you doing that."

The whole lot of them started laughing before another kid I recognized from the same class, I thought his name was Jason, showed up by Sauli's side and growled, "What he does is not your business, you queer." He suddenly shoved Sauli hard enough that Sauli slammed into the ground, catching himself on his hands before his head hit the floor. He immediately tried to scramble up again only to be stomped in the side by the Jason's foot, forcing him back to the floor. My hand twitched. "Learn your fucking place, and maybe suck a cock like all you're good for."

What was with all the gay slurs? My heart stung, remembering a similar high school experience to this. I realized that this was a serious situation and not just some horsing around. I needed to step in unlike how no one did for me. It was disgusting to me how right now, even as this was going on and a few students were passing by, no one even threw them a second glance. Saying that this was unacceptable was an understatement. Bullying was the one thing that hit a deep nerve inside of me.

"You've been seriously getting on my nerves," Dawson hissed. "I think it's time we taught you a lesson. Talk to my girlfriend again and I'll cut you to pieces, you worthless homo freak."

They all chimed in and snickered in agreement and towered over Sauli whose eyes just flickered frantically between them, as if looking for some way to escape.

My eyes widened and then narrowed to slits as Dawson reached down and fisted Sauli's collar in his hand. He raised his other fist to throw a punch and Sauli cringed back, waiting for the impact to his face.

Not on my watch.

Within the next second, I was looming behind the jock, restraining his raised fist with one hand in a death grip.

"What seems to be the problem here?" I asked casually, tightening my grip on the asshole's knuckles.

Everyone looked up at me in surprise, and for some, fear, but only because they got caught.

"Nothing," another loser I didn't recognize replied stupidly as the rest of them stepped away from a very shocked-looking Sauli.

"Really?" I growled, glaring into the loser's eyes. "Sure didn't seem like nothing. Explain this." My nails dug into the fist in my hand to prove my point. I shoved Dawson's fist into the locker over Sauli, slamming his knuckles against the metal and held him there from behind.

"Ow, man, let go!" Dawson pleaded, trying to jerk his hand out of my clutches.

"Then get lost," I hissed into his ear from behind, venom lacing my voice, all sense of teacher gone. "Don't you ever come near him again or I swear…"

I let go of his fist roughly and Dawson immediately stumbled back a few feet with a wild and confused look in his eyes, the rest of them scurried a few feet away as well, following the leader. Dawson hissed and rubbed his sore hand. Jason took one look at it and his jaw dropped slightly.

"What the fuck, man?" Jason nearly yelled, appalled. "You're fucking crazy!"

"All that for some gay bitch?" Dawson snapped. My eyes narrowed and my hands curled into tight fists at my sides as I hovered in front of Sauli protectively, blocking their view of him on the ground. I could feel Sauli's eyes burning into my back. Dawson craned his neck to glare at Sauli, vowing, "I'm gonna fucking kill you when your fairy godmother isn't here to protect you."

"I said, get lost!" I growled fiercely, sick of his bullshit, blocking his view again.

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes, placing his hand on Dawson's chest. "Let's go, man, we'll deal with this later."

The entire group gave us dirty glares and obscene gestures before they trudged away, muttering more pointless crap, and finally disappeared around the hall.

Once they were gone, I sighed deeply and let my muscles relax again, forcing my rage to calm down. I peered over my shoulder at Sauli, who was still lying on the ground, holding himself up on his forearms, shocked stiff. He stared up at me with uncertainty and a bit of something else I couldn't name. I sighed again and turned around completely to face him. I gave him a kind smile and held out my hand toward him. His eyes flickered back and forth between my hand and my face suspiciously for a moment before hesitantly grabbing my hand. My smile grew warmer as I enclosed his hand in mine and pulled him up to his feet. Reluctantly, I let go of his hand as soon as he was up.

Sauli brushed himself off and kept eyeing me.

"Are you okay?" I asked sincerely, using it as an excuse to let my eyes roam over his body.

"Uh, yeah," Sauli mumbled, suddenly shy again. "Um… thank you…?"

"It's no problem." I shrugged, patting his back with a grin. "But, if they ever come near you again, you come straight to me and tell me, okay? I won't let them get away with crap like that."

Sauli nodded. "Okay…"

I checked my watch and winced a little. "Come," I insisted, "we're late for chemistry." I nodded my head toward the end of the hall, smirking as I started to walk away. I could feel him just standing there and watching me walk away. After a few feet alone, I heard fast footsteps catching up to me.

Sauli groaned as he reached me. "You know, I'd rather be beaten up, to be honest."

I laughed once, glancing at him in my peripheral. "Come on, chemistry isn't that bad. Am I that horrible of a teacher?"

Sauli shook his head frantically. "No!" he assured me. "It's not you. You're… amazing." I smiled and felt my heart flutter. "It's just me. I just struggle with it... a lot."

"Well, our tutoring starts today, so at least we can bring you back up to speed."

"I hope so…" Sauli muttered.

We turned another corner, passing by a bunch of late students. I sternly told all of them to get to class. I didn't miss the small glares they threw Sauli as they noticed him walking next to me. Why were all these kids so horrible to him? Sauli didn't miss it either. He frowned at the ground.

"Anyway, why were those guys bullying you?" I asked, curious.

Sauli rolled his eyes. "Because Dawson's a dick," he spat. "…Sorry," he mumbled when he noticed how my eyebrows shot up at how forward he was with the insult.

I chuckled. "No, it's fine," I insisted. "I was just a bit surprised. And honestly, I agree with you." I smirked again at him.

Sauli's eyes widened slightly before he recovered himself. "Um, well, he was being a total dick to his girlfriend and grabbing her and telling her these… awful things. She kept telling him to stop and let go, but he and his friends just laughed, and I couldn't just stand by and watch that. So of course, being an idiot, I interfered and shoved him back, telling his girlfriend to get out of there. At least she listened. That's when you showed up."

I noted the girl who'd ran past me in the hall. Ah.

"You're not an idiot. It's… fantastic that you stood up to them," I said in awe, "but… you couldn't have used your words?" I laughed, shaking my head.

Sauli scoffed, "It wouldn't have mattered, and hey, it's not like you used your words and you're supposed to be the responsible teacher."

"I suppose so…" I mused. "That was pretty terrible of me. I know guys, and they think too highly of themselves to be stopped by anything other than a physical interference. I'd be in serious trouble if they told, but if I did get yelled at for what I did, I think it would still be worth it." I shrugged. "And, judging by their cockiness and pride, I don't think they want anyone to know that a teacher showed them up, so it's all good."

"They're cowards, really," Sauli sighed and nodded, agreeing. "All they have is slurs and brawn to back them up."

That reminded me. "Oh yeah, what was with all those terms anyway?"

Sauli looked away and kept his eyes on the lockers off to the side, clearly uncomfortable now, before quietly muttering, "I don't know… They're just jerks."

I eyed him from my peripheral, not really believing him based on the way he reacted.

We arrived to chemistry and I gave Sauli one more encouraging smile before he set off for his seat. I frowned, watching him and how some students rolled their eyes as they noticed him. Seriously, what was with everyone? Did Sauli do something or did they all just hate him for no reason? He seemed plenty nice and thoughtful to me.

I went through the entire confrontation earlier in my head again, hoping that what the idiots had said to him would give me some kind of clue. All I could remember were the gay slurs, but that seemed to be enough to recall since Sauli had seemed particularly offended, rather than just shrugging them off like other guys and laughing about it.

"Oh…" I mumbled to myself as it dawned on me. Was Sauli gay?

During our first lunchtime tutoring session in the classroom, I couldn't stop sneaking peaks at Sauli's confused face. I saw him in a newer, more curious light now that the idea of him being gay had entered my head.

I kept watching him, looking for some sort of hint or anything that would tell me he really was gay, but I couldn't pick up anything from him. He was unreadable, and I was usually quick to guess. It was horrible of me for even trying so hard, but I couldn't help it, and I didn't know why that even mattered to me. My job was to teach the students the curriculum, regardless of their gender, ethnicity, or sexual orientation.

Yet, every time I thoroughly explained a concept to him and then assigned a question for him to try out, I used his distracted moment to stare at him instead of his work and mistakes. There was just something suddenly fascinating about the way the muscles in his face moved with every slight change of expression as he read over the questions over and over. Even when he was frustrated, he was so… pretty. Fuck.

I forced my eyes to look back down at his work and almost sighed at yet another issue he was having.

"No," I mumbled, noticing Sauli couldn't solve a certain stoichiometry problem. "You want to convert grams into moles first. You won't get the right answer unless you make sure to do that little step right in the beginning. Here, let me show you."

I held out my palm so Sauli could pass me the pencil. As he handed it to me, his fingers unknowingly brushed against my skin, causing me to suck in a sharp, quiet breath. Gulping hard, I squeezed my eyes shut for a just a moment to collect myself.

Relax, Lambert!

Why was I getting so nervous, so fast? My skin had already broken out in a sweat, and was the room getting smaller or…?

I managed to look completely normal on the outside as I wrote out the calculation on a sheet of paper and explained it to him. All the while, as I was freaking out internally, Sauli was just biting his lip, staring hard at the sheet, completely unaware of my dilemma and focusing on what I was saying as I mechanically did the problem with ease. I handed the pencil back to him afterward, hyperaware that I was purposely trying to touch his skin again.

This was so unprofessional of me. As the session went on, I kept finding every excuse to touch him in the most casual ways, and I didn't even know why the fuck I was. I just… needed to, out of curiosity or whatever. At one point, I even subconsciously reached out to run my hand through his hair, but froze right before I reached his head, realizing what I was about to do. Sauli gave me a confused look as he eyed my hand that was just hovering beside his head. Before it got too weird, I sighed and settled for gently patting his head instead in praise as a cover-up. Hey, it was less freaky than fucking stroking his hair or letting my hand stay frozen in the air awkwardly next to him.

"Good job," I mumbled pathetically, patting his hair, but then I actually looked down at what I was congratulating him for and noticed that he actually got the question wrong… again. Oh. Whoops. I awkwardly dropped my hand, cheeks blazing.

Sauli sighed sadly, glaring at his work. "I already know it's wrong. You don't have to pity me, you know. I'm not a little kid."

"No, that's not what was trying to do. I was…" I trailed off, having no appropriate way to finish that sentence and still be truthful. "You know what? We can come back to this. Let's just try something else."

I managed to regain focus after that, ignoring how hot and bothered I was getting just from the slightest of his movements. What the hell was wrong with me today? Although I was miraculously still able to teach, I kept tuning in and out of focus as Sauli tried rounds of problems. At one point, he had to repeat a question of his three times and snap his fingers in front of my face for me to come back down to reality.

And it just happened again.

I blinked several times as Sauli retrieved his hand after snapping his digits impatiently in front of my eyes again and focused on his concerned face.

"Mr. Lambert, are you sure you're okay?" Sauli asked, "You kind of look sick. You know, you really don't have to sit here and deal with my pathetic self."

I shook my head, insisting, "I'm fine, sorry… and quit saying that. I'm here because I want to be." I looked down at another problem he solved. It was actually right… sort of. "You only forgot to write down the unit. That's extremely important. Don't assume I'll just know what you're talking about. Fifty-three what? Pounds? Miles? Cows? I don't know. Make sure to always put the proper unit, in this case, grams."

Sauli nodded and scribbled down the units in every question that he missed with his somewhat messy, yet easily legible scrawl.

I took his momentary focus elsewhere to try and console myself. My hand quickly flew on top of my crotch just to check how bad it was. Shit, I was getting noticeably hard again. Furrowing his brow in concentration, Sauli stuck his moist tongue out the side of his lips. My cock twitched at that. I squeezed the aching bulge as a warning, silently begging it to calm the fuck down. This boy was not for me to get aroused over. Ridiculous.

My breathing was shallow, and I was seriously fidgeting and shifting uncomfortably by the time Sauli looked back up at me for approval. As soon as his eyes left the paper, my hand flew off my pants. I jerked my chair closer under the table as I leaned over to check his work, attempting to cover my lap and hide my huge problem.

My eyes actually widened in surprise. I was expecting to find another mistake as it was becoming a habit, but no, Sauli got the next three questions flawlessly correct. I pursed my bottom lip, satisfied with his answers. I glanced over at Sauli, who was staring anxiously at his hands on his thighs, waiting for me to point out another mistake to him.

"They're all right," I said quietly, smiling to myself.

Sauli's head snapped up to me, then to his worksheets, and then back to me with dinner plate eyes within a split second. I chuckled at his shock and beamed at him, proud that we'd actually made progress.

"You're kidding me, right?" Sauli asked frantically.

I shook my head and tried to keep from laughing at how happy he looked right then. "Nope," I replied with a pop of my lips.

"YES!" he exclaimed just as the lunch-ending bell rang. Perfect timing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Phew! I guess I'm not that hopeless. Thank fuck—sorry." Sauli got up from his seat, gathered his worksheets, and then grinned down at me. "I'll see you next time." Another twitch jolted inside my wretched pants from seeing the joy on his face.

"You're welcome," I replied with a forced smile, shifting again in my seat. "See you next time."

It was only three questions, but it made him this hopeful, and that reminded me of why I'd wanted to teach in the first place.

Sauli unexpectedly gave me a high-five and thanked me one last time before practically prancing out the door. I stared after him in wonder, feeling my hand sting from the sudden, sharp contact, but, that wasn't the only tingling sensation that it caused. Ugh.

Fuck this. I had no time to jack off, and I certainly couldn't ditch class either. I had no choice but to go to Drama with this hard-on. I groaned and buried my face in my hands with my elbows perched on the table. I just wanted fucking beat my dick off for being so goddamn stupid.

Exhaling sharply, I stood up, scraping the chair against the floor and turned to gather my shit. I carried the binders in front of my crotch on the way to drama, avoiding all human contact as much as I could. As soon as I reached the Drama classroom, I retreated behind the mahogany office desk while the students started shuffling in.

Okay, I could do this. I just had to give instructions to continue what we'd started last class from the safety of this desk and then wait out the rest of the block, ignoring the problem until it went away.

That plan sounded perfect until I realized Sauli was a student in this class as well. My greeting smile for the students faded as he walked in, still looking excited about his tutoring session. I whimpered almost inaudibly and shifted again in my seat when he suddenly bent over to pick up a dropped pencil case for some girl. I tore my eyes away from his tight jean-clad ass, feeling like a pervert. Yeah, well I could rule out random as the excuse for this boner. Kill me now.

The bell rang and I wasted no time in saying, "Guys, listen up!" I waited until everyone stopped talking and gave their full attention to me. "Continue practicing your tableaus from last class, and really put in some effort this time because you never know when I'll assign a heavy project to go with this…" The hint was obvious in my voice.

I absolutely loved this class because everyone was so cooperative and attentive. The kids got right down to work, getting to their partners and discussing what exactly their tableau had been about. I watched inventively, noticing the major improvement among the groups. I was doing a great job at ignoring my problem and I'd nearly forgotten about it until my eyes scanned the groups and landed on Sauli. I wanted to punch the obnoxious twitch in my pants. Ugh.

Sauli's partner, Kathy, was still too uncomfortable with holding him. Her arms were stiff like branches around his waist. As a Drama teacher, I had to say something about this. In the back of my head, I wanted to practically strangle the girl for making me have to get up and show her again. They were too far away for me to call out instructions from the comfort and safety of my desk. My dick was ecstatic as I stood up, but I was dreading what I was about to do again. But hey, she was practically forcing me to do this, right? It was totally her fault.

"Sweetie," I said calmly as I approached them, catching their attention. Kathy broke away from Sauli and gave me a curious, questioning look. "Acting is not all about feeling, it's about doing. No one cares if you can cry on cue if there's nothing to go with it, especially in a tableau where you're not allowed to actually cry. You have to show the message of the pose in a different way." They both looked at each other like they had no clue what I was talking about. "Try focusing on, what am I doing, and why am I doing it? Okay? If the action is meaningful, then the emotion will be there. What I'm trying to say is… you're still not holding him right. It looks like you're uncomfortable with hugging him, not begging him to stay with you." Kathy nodded in understanding, looking slightly irritated. "Okay, try again," I encouraged, really not wanting to actually step in and have to demonstrate.

That entire time, I kept my eyes glued to Kathy's face, not Sauli's, hoping to the high heavens that neither of them had noticed my problem. At least my shirt was sort of long enough to cover it slightly, and the way I had my hands folded in front of it pretty much insured no one could notice.

Kathy got into position behind Sauli as he just stood normally, eyes wandering off into the distance, waiting for Kathy to get her role correct. She wrapped her arms around his waist again and then looked up at me hopefully.

"Like this?" she asked, nodding toward her arms.

"No," I said, and I heard Sauli sigh, probably annoyed that she still wasn't getting such a simple thing right. "Press yourself against him."

She hesitated, but did as I suggested and lined her front up with his back.

"Now?" she asked, getting impatient.

I shook my head. "Okay, now tighten your arms around him. They're just hovering, barely touching him." She shifted slightly, but otherwise made absolutely no difference. I sighed in resignation and waved my hand impatiently, gesturing her to move away. "Here, just let me show you."

Sauli's bored eyes suddenly widened and looked alive. His head snapped over to me, watching me a little fearfully as I took Kathy's position behind him. I hated that I had to do this again.

"Sorry, Mr. Koskinen, for having to use you," I muttered from behind him. "You don't mind, right?"

Sauli looked straight ahead of him as he barely managed to squeak out, "No, it's okay." It soon wouldn't be.

I tried to look professional as I wrapped my arms around his tiny body and pulled his back to me. The sweet smell of his shampoo hit my nose as his hair tickled my chin. I took a deep breath in, savoring the smell that was making me dizzy. I tightened my arms around him and I could feel him breathing faster. His body lined up completely against mine, toe to heel, chest to back, and everything in between, including my painful erection that only intensified when it contacted his ass. I winced, knowing that he could obviously feel it since it was practically poking rudely against him. I felt his torso suddenly expand in my arms as he sharply inhaled. He completely stiffened against my body. Fuck, he did notice. I pulled away only slightly, just so I wasn't prodding his ass that much. I didn't even want to imagine the look on Sauli's face that he was probably trying to cover up.

I turned my head to look at Kathy, who just watched me in irritation. At least she hadn't noticed the awkward, thick air that now engulfed the room.

"See?" I said through clenched teeth, still wanting to strangle her for making me do this. "This is how it's done. I look like I want him. Simple."

Kathy's expression contorted slightly into one of discomfort. Yeah… those probably weren't the best choice of words on my part.

"But, there's still a little bit of space between you," she said sharply, crossing her arms. "I thought you said to be completely against him."

Sauli's head shot toward her.

I fought the urge to glare at her. Was she trying to kill me?

"Yes, you're right," I muttered, wondering if I could fail her just for being a nuisance. "Sorry."

I pulled Sauli as close as possible, so there were no gaps between us whatsoever, which meant that my aching crotch was now happily snug and squished against Sauli's ass, and his head was tucked into my neck. Breathing suddenly became a much harder task and my face was heating up considerably. The instinctive urge to just start bucking and rubbing against him was driving me insane. I held still as best as I could, threatening myself that I would go home and cut my dick off if I dared to do anything even stupider.

"There," I said sternly. "This is close enough. You can take over now."

I heard Sauli sigh in something… probably relief. It was so obvious that he knew. It was practically screaming at me. Poor kid probably thought he'd get in trouble if he shoved me away right now. I was most likely going to get reported after this class and I couldn't even blame him. Yeah, so um, my teacher got hard against my ass in Drama… twice. Is that normal? Or, maybe he wouldn't say anything because he was scared and felt victimized. I felt horrible either way.

God, this was practically molestation, I swear.

Well, not really since he gave me permission, right?

What the fuck, Adam? He gave you permission to demonstrate a pose, not try to shove your dick up his ass.

"Yeah, um, Mr. Lambert?" Kathy complained. What the fuck did she want now? "I don't like this. Honestly, I'm not really comfortable doing this with him. Could I get a new partner? No offense, Sauli."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise and my arms unthinkingly tightened protectively around Sauli. I felt him slump slightly in my arms. I realized I was still holding him longer than what was necessary and immediately released, stepping a couple feet to the side. My entire body felt colder and heavier moving away from him.

Sauli turned and I tried scanning his face, but I wasn't able to get anything out of him since he immediately avoided eye contact with me and kept his head low. Her words obviously affected him, and I wouldn't doubt it; they'd practically offended me. My heart hurt for him. I was getting sick of how he was treated.

I turned back to Kathy, seriously annoyed with her. "Um, it's a little too late now to—"

"—It's fine," Sauli interrupted, sounding robotic as he stared at the ground, hiding his face. "She can join another group. I'll work alone... again." I stared at the top of his head in confusion. I couldn't see anything but his hair, but I could swear I saw something drip from his face to the ground. "Can I be please excused?" His voice cracked and my stomach sank. I was speechless for a second.

And, he was already walking toward the door before I could even answer.

I yawned loudly and picked up my steaming mug of coffee off my desk. Every Monday morning, I would arrive to school earlier than normal to plan out a few things for the week or catch up on marking. To my surprise, no one had confronted me for practically dry-humping my student last week. Guess he didn't tell for some reason. I took a sip of my coffee, trying to awaken my senses as I finished up some paperwork. The air was completely quiet and relaxing since there were no bumbling students around here at seven in the morning. I sighed, wanting desperately to go back to sleep. The silence was making me doze off regardless of the coffee.

I jumped in my seat and nearly threw my mug when I heard something crash against the doorway with a groan. I looked up in alarm, slamming my hand over my pounding heart, and saw Sauli stumbling into the room, catching himself on a wall before pushing off of it and tripping over nothing, hurling into nearby desks.

What the fuck?

"Mr. Koskinen?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level when in reality, I was lost and freaked out. "Why are you here so early?"

"Dude," Sauli slurred as he stumbled and leaned on the whiteboard, holding up a finger. His eyes weren't even focused on me. He licked his lips and pursed them as he continued with another wave of his finger, "Don't call me Mr. Koskinen… that's my father. It's Sauli… Say it with me. Sow-lee… Or better yet, you can scratch that and just call me your little bitch."

My mouth popped open and my eyebrows shot up, shocked by his behavior. What the hell's gotten into him?

"Oh, and I couldn't sleep—" He was interrupted by an attack of hiccups. "…Was busy."

That's when it hit me.

I stood up abruptly and slowly made my way over to a disheveled Sauli with wide eyes and my palms out, careful to not make any sudden moves, like I was trying to show him that I wasn't a threat.

As I got closer, it became even more obvious. "Oh my god… you're drunk…You actually came to school drunk." I shook my head in disbelief, honestly scared for him. He was completely wasted.

Sauli gave me a lopsided grin and pushed off the whiteboard, but he couldn't find his balance. He swayed and toppled over. I closed the distance within a flash and snatched him by the waist just before he fell flat on his face. I grunted with effort, trying to keep him upright as he completely gave out on me, draping over my arms.

Oh god, I had a completely drunk student collapsed in my arms. I didn't know what to do. They didn't teach you how to deal with this shit!

I dragged a limp Sauli over to my desk and plopped him down onto my chair. I panted slightly from the effort of pulling his entire weight as I kneeled in front of him and held his wrists down on the armrests, looking up at his dizzy face with serious concern.

I bit my lip and held up two fingers when Sauli opened his eyes and… sort of looked at me, more past me than anything else. His eyes were bloodshot and out of focus, glancing everywhere in the room. I cringed at how much of a mess he looked before asking, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Four," Sauli replied surely and drunkenly without pausing to think or actually look at my fingers.

"What the hell were you doing all night?!" I interrogated, practically yelling at him, desperate for anything that could help me.

Sauli's head lopped to the side. He just gazed down at me for a minute, eyes glazed over. "You're pretty…" he mumbled, ignoring my question. My stomach knotted at the slurred compliment. I couldn't be flattered by it at all. "So, so pretty you are…. I want to kiss you… pretty lips…"

"No," I said sternly when Sauli started leaning, or practically falling, down toward me. I pushed his face back with my palm only to have him try to make-out with it. I pulled my hand back quickly.

Sauli whimpered, annoyed by my rejection. He started falling forward again and I pushed him back up with my palm again, this time against his chest, and kept it there to keep him from collapsing over. Sauli closed his eyes and smiled lazily, trying to hug and snuggle the arm attached to the hand on his ribcage.

God, he was tempting, so fucking gorgeous and a total curse, but I wasn't going to take advantage of a student, especially a drunk student. That crossed so many lines.

"What am I supposed to do with you now?" I whined, getting seriously worried. I turned my head and glanced at the clock over the door reluctantly, fearing what I might see. And surely enough, time was running out and school would start in a little while.

I felt knuckles softly press into my cheek and start stroking it as I was distracted by the clock. I immediately pushed the hand away with my free one, quickly turning back only to hear Sauli complain, "I want you in me…"

My dick twitched, but my mind screamed at me about how wrong this whole scenario was.

"Stop," I said sternly, not knowing how much more of this I could take. "Go home." I realized something after I said that. I stared at Sauli in horror. "Wait, how the heck did you get here?"

"Drove," Sauli hiccupped.

I groaned in dismay. "You could've killed yourself!" I took my hand off of his chest and buried my face into both palms, pulling harshly at my skin. "Yeah, okay, there's no way in hell I'm letting you drive home," I mumbled angrily into my hands.

I peered up through my fingers just in time to see Sauli suddenly fall forward, and before I could react properly, he crushed me to the floor, lying limp on top of me. I huffed from the impact and my head slammed against the tiles. My internal alarm rang loudly, but my dick was ecstatic. Sauli's face was in my neck, breathing heavily and hotly. My blood ran cold in my veins and I shivered from the warm air tickling my skin. I could practically feel the blood rushing to my dick.

I wanted it. I wanted it badly, but I couldn't.

Sauli's tongue suddenly slipped out and lazily hit my neck. That crossed the line of everything I was able to handle without losing myself. I needed to seriously stop this. My mental sirens blared in emergency when Sauli's lips lightly touched my skin and I pushed him off before he could start sucking my neck, making him roll over next to me with a disappointed grunt. I sat up and panted, hand flying to the burning spot on my neck from where he'd licked it. I gazed down at Sauli in panic and saw how hard he was through his pants. My throat felt tight and dry from the need.

"I want you," Sauli whined, pushing off the floor and trying to scramble up onto me again.

This was so inappropriate. So, so wrong. I felt like an old, perverted freak. I knew that he would never do anything like this if he were sober. He was just so far gone right now that there was no reasoning with him. He was making this so difficult and awkward for me. I couldn't let him stay at school and sit in class like this. He'd probably be expelled if anyone saw and I just couldn't let him ruin his life because of this one bad mistake.

I grabbed Sauli's wrist before he threw himself at me again and stood up, pulling him along with me. Sauli stumbled and nearly collapsed again. I caught him around the chest with an eye-roll and dragged him over to a closet, hating the only and terrible idea in my head that was probably also illegal. I dug around in my pocket with my free hand, finding and pulling out a ring of keys. I struggled to unlock and open the closet door and finally did so as Sauli clung to me and started practically trying to climb me. I pushed him off a little too harshly. He stumbled and fell onto his ass in the dark broom closet with a huff of pain. I gave him one last, desperate look before immediately slamming the door shut and locking it.

God, what the fuck did I just do? My heart was pounding and I was a mess. If only coffee could wake me up like this. I frantically glanced at the clock and the closet door, eyes darting between them.

Okay, there was a student who was apparently really sexually attracted to me when he was drunk locked in my closet, and class was about to start before I could do anything else. Who else could say that? Just me. Just my luck.

Well, the sexual attraction part was something that was expected since they warned us of these things and mentioned that the most important thing was to ignore it and not act on it… even though Sauli was exactly my type and I wanted him badly. However, they did not say anything about what to do with the whole drunk and closet part of this. What the actual fuck was I supposed to do now?!

Okay, okay, calm down, Adam. Everything's fine… except if anyone found a wasted Sauli in your fucking closet, you'd be fired and he'd be expelled before either of you could even blink. Shit, shut the fuck up, brain! I was so not helping myself right now.

Okay, I would mark Sauli as present on the attendance instead of absent, just so that wouldn't cause any calls from parents, and keep him in the closet all day until he was able to think again. I prayed that he'd just pass out in there and not make any noise. I promised myself I would teach him everything he'd miss, and then we could all forget this morning ever happened. That was an acceptable and completely moral plan, right? Oh, who was I kidding? I was not going to survive this day.