Don't Stand So Close to Me

AN: The very lovely Danny Reyes belongs to Carlos Pedraza and Judas Kiss.

And Ivo Steadman. :)

He heard the gentle rap and looked up.

"Sorry," the student was smiling at him from the doorway, feigning nervousness at approaching his professor but his eyes betrayed him. They were steady, confident.

"You can come in." Ivo knew trouble when he saw it.

"Thanks." He was already sauntering toward the desk. "Danny Reyes," he held out his hand, again posing diffident but Ivo knew the game.

"I know who you are," he said shortly. As if he could miss the best looking boy in his ten am lecture.

"I wasn't sure," he couldn't hide his smirk. "I haven't been in before."

It was on the tip of Ivo's tongue to say he should have been in before as he was now failing the class but he was amused to see how far the boy would go; it had been a while since a student propositioned him, and never a boy.

"I've been having trouble on the quizzes and exams," Danny confessed sheepishly, letting his dark bangs fall over one eye in a way that flattered his face.

Ivo thought of the solid red line of failing scores in his grade book. 'Having trouble' was an understatement. "Hmmmmm," he replied neutrally.

"You said in class we could come in and talk with you," the boy reminded him.

Ivo suddenly needed reminding. He was starting to drown in the bottomless brown sea that was Danny's seductive gaze. "Mmmmm," he managed, wondering what sounds Danny might make if he touched him just so.

"So here I am," Danny said in a throaty way.

Ivo thought he looked like the cat who had swallowed the canary. He was quite certain the boy was gifted at swallowing things. The thought made his cock twitch and suddenly the room felt very close and still. He returned his pen to the top drawer of his desk and then realized he was still using it and took it back out. Damn the boy! He wondered if they could just fast-forward to the part where he went down on him. "Have you been keeping up with the reading?"

"Uh-huh," Danny said, leaving his lips slightly parted so that Ivo found himself focusing on the luscious pink meat, wondering how they would taste if he kissed them.

"And you answer all of the review questions at the end of each chapter?" They were perfect lips, smooth and full, a cushiony ride. Ivo tried to swallow discreetly.

"Uh-huh," Danny had leaned a little closer into the desk, reducing the distance between them.

Ivo could swear he felt his breath on the back of his hand. He could smell him, too – that delectable odor of boy: faint perspiration, sun-warmed hair, stale semen. He decided breathing through his mouth was safer. "So how can I help you?"

"I was hoping you could prepare me for the final," Danny murmured seductively.

Ivo wanted to pounce on him and fuck him senseless right there in the office. "The exam questions are taken equally from the reading material and the lectures," he said automatically but he was still lucid. Thank God!

"Uh-huh," Danny gnawed a little on his lower lip. Ivo longed to gnaw on it as well.

"So if you do the reading and attend all the lectures," he felt heat coursing through his body, that dizzy excited thunderous churning of blood rushing in his veins as he moved in for the kill, "you have everything you need."

"Mmmmm," Danny's eyes were limpid. Ivo felt like falling into them, drowning blissfully there. The boy looked down and then up again from an angle so that the lids hooded the mesmerizing pools, making them even more enticing.

"Is there anything else I can do?" He was young but played his hand like a pro, boldly meeting Ivo's gaze to answer any questions of availability.

"Study," said Ivo firmly and dismissed him.