Chapter 8- how can this have happened?
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Hershel didn't know what to do. He was lying on dear Luke's bed with his tear stained letter clenched tight in his hand. "what on earth do I do?" , the professor's voice quivered as he asked himself a very important question. Hershel finally found the strength to get up off of Luke's… the guest bed.
He picked up the phone and dialled the number that he said he wouldn't dial for at least some days.
"hello?", the only voice in the world that the professor wanted to hear answered the call.
"Clive, Luke has ran away to his father, he hates me Clive, he hates me." , Hershel broke down into tears.
"oh my dear, don't cry! Please don't cry, darling it will be okay, he will be okay, shushushush now, come on Hershel, I will be right there." , the phone went dead and Hershel felt a small weight remove itself from his shoulders, Clive was coming back to him.
When, fifteen minutes later – the professor had been counting- there was a knock on the door Hershel jumped out of his skin on the way to answer. When Clive stepped in to the professors house- their house- the two men began to kiss passionately, Clive could taste the salty tears running down his lovers face as their mutual embrace continued to comfort one another.
They were both on the floor in an instant, Clive's hips automatically gyrating towards Hershel's member. Clive's hands followed his hips, dipping into the professors underwear. Hershel yelped in unexpected pleasure, returning the favour to the man who could turn him into a puddle on the floor.
As they moved and began to make love, neither noticed that the phone was ringing. On the other end of the line, when there was no answer, a young man exhaled in sadness and dropped the phone, not bothering to replace it, and walked away. Luke continued on his way to Misthallery.
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