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I am having thoughts about Alex who's about to start a graduate degree, having a one night stand the weekend before class starts — the guy's a lot older than him but hey, he's hot, he's down to fuck Alex over the bathroom counter, it works — and then three days later he walks into the first day of his economics class and oh shit, he fucked his professor.

this, my friend, is a meaty ask. did you read the instructions? You get an A+ in this class.

So he’s made himself a nice colored schedule and tomorrow’s Monday and he has class after work. He’s all filled with that anxiety-nausea-dread-excitement of a new project, new work, something to learn. He wants to put his whole face into it, like a pie-eating contest. And yet what if, what if – what if – it’s a scholarship, he needs the right grades –

Okay, anyway. He’s just gonna give himself a little celebration. probably not going to have time when he’s in class. So. He puts on a nice shirt and pulls his hair up and cleans up his goatee. He knows all the good bars. Sits, orders a drink. Across the bar he sees a man. Tall, strong. Broad. Older than him, but age is just a number, and man’s got needs. And that man has biceps. And that neck. Yeah. Ok.

Man meets his eyes with obvious intent and sits down next to him.

“You already have a drink,” the man says. Something in him shifted. Alex’s gut goes hot. “But you can buy me one.”

“What’ll it be?” he asks, and the man is looking at him, dark eyes intent. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. The man keeps staring at him, head tilted. Waiting for him. Waiting for – what?

And then he knows, and the bottom drops out of his stomach, and – god yes.

“What’ll it be, sir?” he asks, voice lower now. The man doesn’t quite smile, but he puts his hand on Alex’s leg and gives it a squeeze. Alex is about ready to drop to his knees right there.

“Jack, neat,” the man says. Alex orders for him. The man teases his thigh as he drinks, barely looking away from him. Christ. The universe is looking out for him.

“Thanks,” the man says, and puts his drink down, “Excuse me.” He walks towards the bar bathroom, and Alex doesn’t even bother to pretend. He’s a a step behind, and he’s pressed up against the bathroom door, face smushed into the graffiti, about three seconds later. The man’s teeth are in his neck. How is this happening. How is it this wonderful?

“Christ–” he gasps, and the man’s hand is in his pants, and he can feel the man’s cock - of course he’s packing - against the crease of his ass, “So what Do i – call you–”

“Sir is fine,” the man says, and he’s got Alex’s pants around his ankles, and he manhandles him over to the sink and bends him over. it’s not exactly easy to be comfortable with a porcelain sink, but he’s mostly being distracted with the man’s fingers at his hole. “Can I fuck you? I have a condom.”

“Fuck, please fuck me, sir,” Alex said, nearly on top of the sentence, “Please fuck me. Please, sir, put that big cock inside me.”

The man rattles a groan and grinds his cock against the crease of Alex’s ass. “You’re a hot little slut,” the man says, and alex nods, only barely managing to avoid smashing his head on the faucet. “Are you this easy for everyone who looks at you in the bar?”

“When they’re as hot as you are,” Alex answers. the man stops and he tries to think, but it’a hard, because now the man is teasing him with his fingers, like a jackass. Oh. “When they’re as hot as you are sir,” he says, and then the man groans in agreement and presses the blunt head of his cock against him, now with latex. It’ll burn but whatever, he needs it.

“You’re good at this, pretty slut,” the man says, and then he pushes in, and Alex hisses and groans, trying to relax. God, not enough lube and this dude’s big and there’s definitely an ache.

“Jesus are you going fuck me or not, sir?” Alex says, when the man just sits half-inside him.

“Oh,” the man says, and then fucks him in earnest, and, yeah, the sitting in class will be difficult, but right now he’s being thoroughly rammed and it’s a lot in a good way, sharp and hot and big. He jams his hand in his mouth so he doesn’t moan too loudly. the man groans and grunts, bestial. Alex tries to reach, but the man bats his hand away and wraps instead one of his own around alex’s cock, the other holding a handful of his shirt. god, he really lucked out, for a ramming like this. it’s perfect in that way, just a reduction of all the things that made him human, hot and sharp and full, each thrust pushing deeper inside of him. Alex keeps one hand on the sink, the other reaching to hold himself open. Christ, it’s even better now, and the man’s fit and built and relentless. He needs this guy’s number. A lot.

He comes with a gasp into the guy’s hand and spattered across the bathroom tiles, and the guy doesn’t stop fucking him either, and it feels like fucking elevating yourself to a higher plane. Oh, yeah, fuck, yes please. Please, sir, more, more, more. God, don’t stop.

The man pushes in, the deepest, comes with a gasp. He’s deep like that for a few more moments, before he pulls back and slides out. He dumps the condom into the bathroom and gives Alex’s ass a slap. Alex would complaon only he’s having trouble breathing, in a good way.

“Thanks, slut,” the man says, and leaves alex panting in the bathroom. He needs that guy’s number.

**



So walking hurts, and sitting is going to hurt more. The chairs in the classroom are mismatched, and at least one of them has a fake cushion. That only helps a little, but it’s at least a step in the right direction. He doesn’t want to make a bad impression.

Then the professor walks and—

It’s the guy from the bar, those dark eyes and those arms and that walk, and that powerful neck, and the man says to the desk, “This is Introduction to Mathematical Economics,” the man says, and it’s that voice, “If you’re supposed to be in Statistical Analysis, that’s moved to the Turner Building.”

A few people get up and leave, muttering. Finally the guy looks up and sees him, and there’s a second.

How the fuck. How the fuck even.

“I’m Professor Washington,” the man says, “George is fine. My cell number is on the syllabus. Look my CV if that’s interesting to you.”

Washington, Alex thinks. George. Yeah, he can moan that.