The next chapter! Ahhh, inhale the scent of fresh fanfiction…smells like laptop and chocolate and cum…wait, you did not read that last part, it doesn't exist Anyway, still need a lock for my door and a password for my computer, my Mother found some of my smut and threatened to take away my Gabriel (my laptop).
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Dorian walked into English the next day, he had been waiting for this class all day. He took his usual seat next to the window and watched the rain again. Loosing himself in a daydream he didn't notice Mr. Blacks' extravagant entrance, but the older man did notice his inattention.
"I like the rain too, but I think I'm a bit more interesting than a daydream," Mr. Black purred in Dorians' ear making the teen jump and shudder at the same time. "Now I'm going to reenter the room and you will pay attention, got that?" He asked and Dorian nodded.
This time when Mr. Black kicked the door open and strutted into the room Dorian pay attention to him and once again realized how attractive his teacher was.
"Good job," Mr. Black teased and clapped his hands lightly. "Okay, now as I was saying yesterday, one of the most well known writers of the late 15 hundreds was William Shakespeare."
Once again Dorian became enthralled with Mr. Blacks' lecture on William Shakespeare. The fluid grace in which the man paced the front of the room making gestures with his hands as he spoke and nibbling on his pencil.
"Now," chew, chew, nibble, "how many of you have read Romeo and Juliet?" Mr. Black asked and only Dorian raised his hand. "When did you read it Dorian?"
"When I was ten," Dorian answered honestly, he had always been an avid reader like his Father while his Dad avoided books like the plague.
"Familiar with any of his other works?"
"I read Hamlet when I was eleven."
"Really? Hmm, I would like to speak to your parents about giving you advanced English classes, one on one," Mr. Black said and Dorian gave a small smile. "Dorian, go into my office and call your parents, the rest of you start writing an essay on what I've been lecturing about since yesterday."
Dorian went into Mr. Blacks' office and stood gaping, in one day Mr. Black had repainted and redecorated the rather large room. It had blood red walls, plush black carpet, and gold trip. Marble statuettes dotted the room, across from a black lacquered desk was a, not surprisingly, black leather couch. Closing his gaping mouth he called his Fathers' cellphone from his own.
"Masters speaking," Vlad groaned into the phone.
"Father, my English teacher Mr. Black wants to speak to you and Dad," Dorian said and tried to ignore the harsh pants coming from the other end of the phone.
"One minute," Vlad panted and Dorian immediately retched the phone away from his ear and held it at arms length.
Mr. Black walked into the office and saw Dorian holding the phone as far away as he could without letting go of it with a grimace on his face.
"VLAD!"
Dorian returned the phone to his ear. "Finished?"
"Yes," Vlad said.
Wordlessly Dorian handed the phone over to Mr. Black who was trying not to laugh. "Hello, I'm Mr. Black," Mr. Black said, once again his voice washing over Dorian like liquid velvet.
"I'm Vlad Masters, this is my husband Daniel Masters," Vlad greeted and Danny gave a weak 'hi'. "Did Dorian do something wrong?"
"No, the opposite in fact. He's shown incredible talent, and I'm wondering if it would be alright if I put him in a one on one advanced English class."
"I don't see why not. Now what about the arrangements?"
"He would attend his normal classes, but this period he would wait in my office or assist me with the lesson for the day. Then after the other students have left, he would stay a few hours with me for the class, and I would if needed drive him home, since it's on my way anyway."
"Seems fine, what does Dorian think?"
Mr. Black looked at Dorian who smiled and nodded. "He's smiling and nodding, I assume he likes the idea."
"Very well, we require him home by seven," Vlad said and ended the call.
"Yes, I love you too. No I won't molest your son. I do not have sex with sock puppets. I prefer dark over milk and my favorite color is black," Mr. Black said to the ring tone making Dorian laugh. "No, I don't want to fuck you. An orgy? That sounds interesting, but he's your son," he kept speaking as Dorian pulled the phone away from him. He stretched, trying to keep his mouth near the phone and ended up stumbling into Dorian.
The teen caught Mr. Black but was thrown off by the sudden weight and tripped over an awkwardly placed statuette of the Venus Da Milo.
They ended up with Dorian sprawled across the couch with Mr. Black on top of him, their lips only a breath apart. Dorian found that he quite liked the weight and warmth of Mr. Black on top of him…until he felt a slight swelling in his groin. 'Damn teenage hormones!' He cursed in his head. "Could you get off me?" He asked and Mr. Black scrambled off him.
Mr. Black cleared his throat and smoothed out his wrinkled black suit. "Umm, wait here, class is almost over. Look around if you want," he said quickly and left the room.
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Mr. Black returned once the other student's left he was calm again. "Okay, there are a few things we need to get straight before we start these lessons, one I get a thirty minute nap before we start them, two you will call me Dominic not Mr. Black, and three there will be a five minute snack break at five everyday."
"Okay," Dorian shrugged.
"Good, nap time," Dominic said and gracefully flopped down on the couch.
Dorian stood there awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. What was he supposed to do for thirty hours?
Dominic cracked open an eye and saw Dorian just standing there. He shifted back and patted the couch in front of him. "I'm not going to molest you in your sleep if your worried about that," he said and Dorian crawled onto the couch and was promptly cuddled with.
'This is why Dad always cuddles with Father,' Dorian thought as an intense feeling of warmth and safety swept over him before he let sleep claim him.
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