Learning


Prompt: #4, Learning
Summary: Teaching proves to be a shared interest - in more ways than one - for Ian and Charlie.

Ian had expected teaching Charlie how to properly handle a rifle to segue into something a little hotter.

That had been perfectly reasonable. So, when Charlie had pressed back into his chest, panting slightly, a bit sweaty, his adrenaline high, Ian had been only too happy to help him come down - after kicking it up a notch.

Somehow, Ian had not expected that listening to - watching - Charlie, teaching his own students about whatever insanely complex equation it was today, would turn him on so fucking much.

Still, Ian was an adaptable kinda guy. So, when the last of the students had filed out - which took quite some time, with all the cute little math groupies - he slipped down, quietly locked the door, and then pressed himself up behind Charlie.

Charlie jumped, startled, but he caught on quickly as Ian's strong, calloused hands slid around his hips, then teased under his shirt.

Charlie tried to protest - his classroom wasn't the best place, after all - but his argument was interrupted by a moan as Ian flexed his hips, his cock pressing hotly against the small of Charlie's back through two pairs of jeans.

As Ian, observing that further protestations were unlikely, set to work opening Charlie's jeans, Charlie struggled to pull together a coherent sentence.

"Learn-" he stopped, biting his lip roughly, wrapping his hand around Ian's hip. "Learn anything, Agent Edgerton?" he managed breathlessly.

Ian spun Charlie in his arms, dislodging the light grip, pressing his lover back up against the board he had been erasing. "Sure. Don't think it was what you were trying for, though, Professor." Ian said playfully, smirk in full evidence.

"Always happy to, ohh. . ." Charlie moaned as Ian stroked his cock, then yanked open Ian's own jeans. "set a student on their own path." Charlie finished.

~Fin~