URA FEVER
The Kills
Suggested by: bb1019
*coughcough* AU AH *coughcough*

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Jeremy was pacing. He didn't know what to do. Class was due to start any minute. Like he hadn't already been in enough trouble. He was still new at this. It was only his second year. It was still awkward for him to have older students. Especially hot older students. And he'd been doing okay with it. But now he had to directly pull aside the object of his late night fantasies and ask him about his paper. He had to accuse him of plagiarism. This day was evil. Completely evil. Blowing out a sigh he made his way into the classroom and dropped his bag on the desk.
"Good afternoon," he said. Now he had to give this damn lecture as if butterflies weren't threatening to cut off his air supply. As if he didn't want to vanish into the floorboards. He made sure that his eyes continued to move around the room rather than settling on any one place. It was far too dangerous. This was by far, the longest lecture of his life. That included the ones he'd sat through. He let the class go ten minutes early, unable to stand it any longer. But now he faced an entirely new dilemma. He erased the board carefully, trying not to cough as chalk dust flew towards him.
"You wanted to see me?" God just that voice. Jeremy placed the eraser in the tray precisely before turning.
"Yes," he breathed, trying not to let his eyes scan the man in front of him. He failed. "It's about your essay." He didn't have to force his stern expression or calm tone. This was more important than what was going on in his pants. "I'm afraid it lit up the plagiarism software like Las Vegas." He visibly paled.
"W-what?" Jeremy had to take a breath.
"Take a seat," he said gently. Yes this was a bad situation. No, he didn't have to be a dick about it. He leaned against his desk in favor of taking a seat as well. Nice physical space between them was a good thing. "I remember how difficult this can be. I'm willing to give you the chance to re-submit a paper. Granted that it is your own original work this time." He nodded eagerly. "Tyler," he warned softly, "do not take advantage of this."
"I won't," he promised immediately, "I swear. Thank you Professor Gilbert, thank you."
"Alright," Jeremy nodded, "It's due Friday. Get out of here." Jeremy knew his colleagues sometimes thought he was a joke but he'd been through college recently. Some of them, most of them, went in the 70s. Things were harder now.
"Thirty five percent off for being late so make it good." Tyler nodded again.
"Thank you," he murmured again.
"Go," he said, "get to work." Tyler jumped from the seat so fast he spilled out his books. Jeremy crouched down to help him. He was so fucking close. It was suddenly too hot. Tyler's fingertips grazed his as Jeremy handed him a book. Yup. Still in trouble. He stood and pretended that he was focused on gathering his things, not letting himself watch as Tyler left.

Thanks to ever more elusive dreams that involved both his desk and Tyler Jeremy didn't sleep much. After killing as much time as he could at home he headed for work. Tyler was sitting against the wall in the hallway, outside his locked door.
"Tyler?" he questioned. He stood quickly, straightening his shirt.
"I've got my paper," he said. Jeremy frowned in response. It was really for a multitude of reasons.
"It's only Thursday."
"See I know that, I already had it done. I stapled a sample essay I printed to my cover page. I turned in the wrong one. When I sat down to re-write it I found it sitting right in front of me. I'm really sorry Professor. This may be my second go round at college but I take this very seriously."
"Alright," Jeremy sighed, "I'll take it." Tyler smiled slightly before sliding a folder out of his bag and handing it to Jeremy.
"Thank you, really, really thank you."
"It's still late," Jeremy said with an arched eyebrow. Tyler held up both hands.
"That's fine. It's perfect. Thank you." Jeremy let himself watch as Tyler walked away this time. Then he went into his office to read the paper. It was good. Far from perfect but still. He took the B+ down to a B for the tardiness but otherwise left it alone. Mistakes were mistakes. Jeremy hardly believed Tyler had written a five page paper in one night. Maybe he didn't want to anyways. Today's lecture was much easier.
"Mr. Lockwood," he called out as class dismissed, "I have your paper." He approached slowly. I rounded the corner of the desk and handed back his folder. He flipped it open as the room finally emptied. Tyler's jaw flapped open and he looked back up.
"I…was expecting so much worse," he said.
"Well, it was just a misunderstanding." He was shocked when Tyler pulled him in for a hug.
"Thanks so much," Tyler breathed. The words curled in the shell of Jeremy's ear and flickered gently. He couldn't speak at all. Tyler was just a bit shorter than him, but the length of his body, pressed so close, was bliss. "I really, really appreciate it," Tyler said, pulling back and laying a hand on Jeremy's shoulder.
"You wrote the paper, I just graded it," Jeremy managed, realizing he was supposed to speak.
"I owe you."
"It's really not a big deal."
"It is," Tyler argued, "I owe you one." Don't suppose you'd be willing to shove me against this desk right here and-? Student…teacher. It was so hard to remind himself.
"If you insist," he conceded. Tyler smirked.
"I won't forget." He stepped away then, taking his body heat with him. "I won't," he repeated before going out the door.

"Professor Gilbert…Jeremy." Jeremy didn't know where Tyler had come from, but he was suddenly only centimeters away. His hands were loosening the tie Jeremy wore. "If you don't say anything," he breathed, "if you don't consent, we're not breaking any rules right now." Jeremy stared at him slack jawed. Tyler smirked devilishly and brought the tie around his neck before slipping it into his mouth and tying it loosely. His hands skimmed down Jeremy's chest then and he stepped even closer. He began kissing the side of Jeremy's neck and Jeremy let his head dip back. Jeremy woke with a start. He chided himself mentally. Like that would ever, in a million years, happen. Then again, wet dreams weren't exactly known for their realistic qualities. Still, couldn't even his brain give him the slightest satisfaction? They always cut off before it could actually get anywhere. Looked like another cold shower before work. He should be used to it by now anyways. Tyler was waiting outside his office again.
"Morning Professor Gilbert," he said, "I brought you some coffee." He held out a paper cup as he said the words.
"Uhm," Jeremy said, scratching his forehead. "This really probably isn't a good idea Tyler."
"I don't know, you look pretty tired to me." Tyler's eyes were amused. Jeremy flushed.
"I'm your professor Tyler."
"Relax," Tyler said, one eyebrow lifting slightly, "it's just coffee." Yeah maybe to you. He handed him the coffee which Jeremy reluctantly took. "You're only my professor for a few more weeks anyways." Jeremy didn't know whether to be upset or pleased by the fact.
"Be that as it may, I'm your professor now," Jeremy said, mostly to himself.
"Okay, okay," Tyler murmured, holding up a hand in defeat. "Later then." Hm. Jeremy liked that promise way too much. Later the possibilities would be endless. He nodded dumbly before putting the solid wood of the door between them.

As it inevitably will do, time passed. At last, it was time for finals. The day of the exams Jeremy slipped into his most comfortable pair of jeans and pulled on a red button down shirt. He graded finals as soon as they came in and was ready to leave only two hours after the last student finished. He was disappointed that Tyler didn't say anything, and barely looked at him before leaving. He lectured himself as he gathered his things and locked up. He turned in time to see Tyler push away from the wall.
"Everything graded?" he questioned.
"Um," Jeremy had to clear his throat, "yeah. Did you want to know your grade?" He moved a hand to his bag.
"I'm not too worried about it," Tyler murmured, catching his wrist. Jeremy let out a small sound, freezing at the contact. "How about a drink, Professor?" A thrill shot through him unexpectedly. "I know the perfect place," Tyler offered softly, with an adorable smile.
"Yeah," he agreed on a nearly silent whisper, "alright."
"So what do I call you now?" he questioned dryly.
"J-Jeremy is fine," Jeremy managed. Calm down schoolgirl. Tyler smirked.
"Sounds good. You can still call me Mr. Lockwood if you want." Was he flirting? Jesus. Jeremy managed a laugh.
"I think Tyler will work. So where are we headed?" Tyler simply shook his head.
"You'll see."
"Lead the way," Jeremy said, gesturing with a hand. "Are you happy the quarter's over?" Tyler shrugged as they walked.
"It's split actually. I'm looking forward to the break, but I enjoyed my classes this quarter. What about you?"
"I'm split as well." On one hand I won't see you anymore. On another hand, I won't see you anymore. "Still," he had to force himself to keep speaking, "some time off will be nice." They drifted into silence and Jeremy wondered what exactly he was doing. Student or not this was entirely inappropriate. Wasn't it? They left the building and Jeremy followed Tyler down the sidewalk. Jeremy was too nervous to try and make conversation. Tyler seemed comfortable enough in the silence. Eventually Tyler pulled open a door and held it for Jeremy. Jeremy nodded before passing him. The interior of the club was dark, comfortable. It looked somewhat like Jeremy would imagine an old speak easy to look like.
"There's a table over here," Tyler said, touching Jeremy's back for a second and pointing with his other hand. Jeremy shivered slightly before stepping forward. A waitress appeared before they'd even sat down. "I'll have a shot and a beer, thanks."
"Um, just water," Jeremy managed. Water? Epic.
"What do you think?" Tyler questioned, leaning towards him over the suddenly tiny table.
"I like it," Jeremy said honestly, "seems private and even a bit exclusive. How'd you find this place?"
"Oh, friend of a friend." The waitress reappeared, delivering their drinks before vanishing. Tyler downed the shot in one swallow, dropping the glass back to the table and touching his lips briefly. Jeremy left the water that he didn't really want untouched. He jerked when something brushed against his shin. "Sorry," Tyler said with a smirk.
"It'sfine," Jeremy rushed out. Tyler spun his beer by the neck of the bottle before glancing at him again.
"Can I show you something?" Jeremy swallowed before nodding.

Jeremy stumbled slightly getting out of his chair, his toe catching the leg of the table. Tyler straightened him before taking his sleeve and pulling him along. He alternated drinking from his beer and letting it swing in his free hand as he walked. They entered a hallway and Jeremy pulled away to look at the paintings lining the wall.
"These are cool," he murmured. Tyler leaned against the wall and continued drinking his beer. He eyed the green bottle before lowering it again and watching Jeremy. Jeremy reached out a fingertip and traced along the ridges of paint.
"Oh sir, you're not supposed to touch those," another waitress murmured.
"Sorry," he said, cheeks flushing. She was already walking away so he figured it wasn't that big of a deal.
"Ready?" Tyler questioned as Jeremy reached up to loosen his tie.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"It's alright," Tyler murmured, smiling again. He murmured something that sounded like, "I've waited this long." Jeremy figured he must have imagined it. He opened a door at the end of the hall and let Jeremy through before following.
"Uh," Jeremy murmured, "I don't think we're supposed to be in here." He glanced back at Tyler in time to see him shut the door firmly.
"Why not?" he questioned, lifting his beer before letting it drop, not taking a sip.
"It's somebody's office." Tyler stepped closer.
"Yeah," eyebrow arch, "I know." Jeremy's eyes widened. He turned quickly, catching the edge of the desk to hold himself up.
"Oh. Alright." His voice had raised a few octaves, embarrassingly so. Tyler moved silently, Jeremy only knew he was there when his exhale tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. Tyler set his beer on the desk before framing Jeremy's hands with his own.
"Scared someone's going to catch us?" he questioned on a husky whisper. Jeremy wasn't worried about anyone outside of this room.
"M-Maybe," he let out anyways.
"I'd be more worried about what they're going to catch…if I was you." Jeremy coughed, his tongue lolling around in his mouth. Tyler pressed against him and Jeremy realized he was going to find out if it was actually possible to swallow his tongue before the night was over. He shifted back slightly as his pants tightened and the desk protested against it. Tyler hissed before latching his mouth on the side of Jeremy's neck.

Jeremy's eyes actually rolled back.
"I…oh," he let out. Tyler's hands moved, landing on the snap of his jeans.
"I was hoping you'd wear these today," he breathed, "I fucking love these jeans."
"W-why?" Jeremy panted out.
"Because," Tyler pressed closer, "they make your ass look perfect." Unsurprisingly, Jeremy couldn't formulate a response. Tyler slipped his jeans open and ran his hands around the loosened band before continuing. "I've wanted you since the first time you turned around to write on that damn board."
"Much," pant, "as I," pant, "do not mind," pant, "this at all," deep breath, "we can't do this…here." Tyler chuckled against his skin.
"I say we can. You're in my office now." All Jeremy managed was a moan as Tyler ground into him.
"God, don't stop."
"I won't," Tyler promised darkly. "The door's locked," he murmured. Tyler shoved his pants and boxers down quickly. "Oh Jesus," he let out, kneading the revealed skin gently. "I need you to bend down a little," he said. When Jeremy hesitated Tyler shoved off the folders and pressed the space between his shoulder blades. He ran his hands all the way down Jeremy, grabbing his beer before dumping a bit on Jeremy's ass. Jeremy shuddered. He couldn't seem to catch his breath, until Tyler slipped a finger in and he stopped completely.
"I need more," Jeremy groaned, clenching around him.
"Impatient?" He huffed out a breath.
"Yes." Tyler chuckled again. He added a second finger and fanned them unexpectedly. Jeremy's arms gave out and he landed on the desk. "Please," he sighed out. Tyler's fingers slid away and were replaced by the cool glass of the bottle. Jeremy bit his lip. Tyler slid it in before tilting it up, letting the remaining beer run out. Jeremy groaned, pushing back against it. The feeling was amazing. The glass was freezing inside of him, while the beer was nearly warm. "Please, please, please," he let out.
"Please what?" Tyler questioned idly.
"I need you inside of me," Jeremy muttered in response, losing his patience. "Waited so long," he added on a shallow breath. Tyler pulled the bottle out and let it drop to the floor with a dull thunk. He turned Jeremy over, setting him on the edge of the desk.
"Need to see your face," he explained shortly. Jeremy nodded, reaching up and kissing him hard. His fingers toyed in the hair at the base of his skull as he kicked off his shoes and pants. Tyler helped him with his socks before shoving his legs apart and stepping between them. He kissed him back, sucking on his lip.
"Please," Jeremy repeated, clutching his shoulder desperately. Tyler didn't question him, opening his jeans instead. Jeremy pulled him closer by the hips.
"Lay back," Tyler said. Jeremy didn't wait for Tyler to force him, letting himself fall backwards instead. Tyler was stretching him again in the next moment, three fingers inside of him.
"Not enough," Jeremy managed. Tyler spread his fingers one more time before sliding them out. He took a breath before thrusting inside in a simple, smooth motion. Jeremy sighed before letting out a single word. "Finally." Tyler leaned over him, bringing his wrists over his head.
"Agreed," he said, kissing him.

Jeremy arched under him, desperate to get closer. Tyler smiled before pulling out. He brushed against him lightly. Jeremy let out a whimper.
"Don't tease me," he panted.
"Why not?" Tyler questioned. "You teased me all quarter."
"Not on purpose!" Jeremy squeaked in protest.
"I suppose you're right," Tyler murmured before thrusting in again. Jeremy let out a long groan. Tyler kissed his throat.
"Jesus-fuck-God…" God, Jeremy thought he couldn't stand this. Everything had been flipped so totally and fucking wonderfully that it was difficult to comprehend. Tyler in control of his body was better than he'd ever imagined. And while he'd fantasized about being the one in control, it could never be this good. It was so fast, yet he'd waited so damn long. Tyler set a quick pace, burning his thoughts away. His fingers clutched at the back of Tyler's neck. He wanted to pull him totally inside of him. Jeremy wanted everything. He'd never felt this way before. Lust was lust. Boring at times. Some days even downright typical. This…well, it as something different entirely. He probably should have known. But how was it possible that months of anticipation could actually be worth it? How could this be better than he'd thought it would be? Tyler pushed inside of him tightly again, aligning their bodies exactly, and Jeremy decided that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but this, right now.
"Never got the teacher thing," Tyler muttered, "until this."
"Yeah well, I never got the student thing either." Tyler smirked.
"Good to know I'm the first."
"The only," Jeremy added softly. Tyler growled in the back of his throat. Jeremy guessed it was the right thing to say. Not that he'd intended it that way. The words slipped out. Tyler pulled up and Jeremy held on, sitting up. He wrapped his legs around Tyler's waist, pulling him closer. Tyler worked within the circle of his legs. He brought one hand to Jeremy's straining cock, teasing his fingertips along the length. Jeremy's teeth tore at his lips. "Ty, please," he let out. Tyler wrapped his hand around and tugged. Jeremy came dangerously close to choking again. Tyler alternated stroking and thrusting, quickening each pace in turn. Jeremy moaned when he had the breath to, clinging closer when he didn't. He could feel his release twisting and turning in him, tighter and tighter. It finally exploded, starting at his lower back and shooting up until he saw stars. Tyler thrust twice more before tensing and sagging against him. He dropped his head to Jeremy's shoulders, pressing quick kisses there.
"Jesus," he sighed eventually.
"I probably should have asked before," Jeremy said, shivering slightly, "bit this wasn't a onetime thing…was it?"
"Fuck no." Tyler pulled out and yanked his pants partway closed before taking Jeremy's face in his hands. "I don't think this really qualifies as a date," he said softly, "but I'd like it to."
"Best first date I've ever had." Tyler's cheeks flushed ever so slightly.
"You hungry?" he questioned quietly.
"Yeah," Jeremy murmured glancing around, "I am. But we should probably clean up this mess first." Tyler waved a hand.
"Leave it."
"Shouldn't you try to keep things a bit more organized Tyler?"
"I've been doing this a while Jeremy."
"Well, yeah, but with the- um," he paused, "mix-up." Tyler just smirked, holding out his jeans.
"I had to get your attention…didn't I?"

A/N: Had to do a teacher one…I'm sorry. Haha, not really. Though Tyler has been very very bad…giving me ideas all through work when I have no chance to write them..*sadness* I would say naughty Tyler but I think we all like him better that way, which counteracts the purpose. I'm rambling, I apologize. This is what happens at 1:58 AM. At least one crack!fic is coming, though I'm not sure how much it will actually fit the description. It'll just be strange and hopefully awesome. Yo ho ho anyone?

PS. I didn't edit this one, literally just finished..sorry for any errors!