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[iniquiticity]

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oh god I am in fucking LOVE with both ur student+teacher ficlets. would you consider writing another? just the tease of what's going to happen when ham visits washington's office is enough to undo me, I would utterly utterly love to read that encounter in all its rough-and-filthy glory. (picturing Hamilton having to keep quiet while being rammed into next week oof)

george keeps him off-balance. alex isn’t really sure if it’s on purpose. maybe george actually doesn’t give a fuck about him, or perhaps he’s actually really good at separating the alex that he fucks with the alex that shouts at him in class. but maybe it’s some kind of mindfuck thing, where george leaves him on edge because george likes him wondering.

either way alex enjoys - and maybe enjoys isn’t the word for the skin-humming and half-hard feeling he gets from thinking about it - the way george looks at him, cool and distant.

alex does go to george’s office hours. george says you think if you shout enough at the world, it will give you want you want. alex isn’t sure if that actually means he should shut up in class, or there’s some kind of challenge involved in being fucked within an inch of his life. either way – yes. a good game. he loves a good game. hopefully where he’s fucked at the end.

so now three office laters, all of which they got into shouting matches about trickle-down economics and the new deal and ADA and forecasts and other things. alex likes fighting with george. george is really fucking hot when he’s angry, and he’s insanely smart, and a couple of times he almost clobbered alex, and maybe alex would be into that.

this one. thursday between 6-7pm. george failed him on this paper because instead of writing how the policy worked, he wrote a lengthy takedown on the policy george was supporting. (he also wrote the essay he was supposed to hand in. he has that.) but. no one fails alex.

“if you can’t follow instructions then no one cares about how brilliant you are,” george is saying, looking at the second-hand-in on his desk and flipping through it with idle distaste. he puts it on the top of a stack. “you blew your chance. take the F and learn from it.”

“no,” alex replies.

“you can’t no yourself out of a failing paper, as much as you might like.” george stands and alex glares up at him. george is walking around his desk, and alex’s brain is going hey, usually – and wow, that’s – and it’s not a secret how much these debates turn alex on. “i know you think you can. but you’re not going to. becuase i control what grades you get, and i’m not changing yours.”

george is close to him. he’s wearing some kind of good cologne. that’s something alex is going to jack off to for a week. george is staring at him and daring him to shout back.

“unless the point is to just write rote memorizations of things you parrot then failing me because i disagreed with you is some bullshit,” alex says up to him.

“i failed you for not following directions. school is good for learning to follow directions. do you want to try following directions again?”

“fuck you,” alex hisses.

“maybe if you ask for it nicely,” george says, “if you’re even capable of that.” another pause, and then added as an afterthought. “Slut.”

alex thinks maybe he shouldn’t be so easy for someone who enjoys how easy he is. but george has also really stepped into his space, enough that he can feel george’s dick through his slacks. and george has also put his hands in his jeans and his squeezing his ass, and only a very small part of alex’s brain is saying, hey, this guy’s a fucking asshole, resist him. most of his brain is going jesus christ fucking finally.

“yeah, well,” alex manages, one of the wittiest retorts he has ever managed.

“so. directions.” george says, and squeezes his ass extremely firmly. “bend over my desk.”

“fuck you,” alex hisses.

“i’m happy to fail you at this too, if you’d like,” george says, fake-pleasantly, and pulls away. he sits in his office chair and looks up at alex, or rather more specifically the place where alex’s cock is outlined by his jeans. lecherous old man, alex thinks. “but maybe i’d let you turn in a revised copy of your work and bump your grade up.”

so alex puts his hands on george’s desk. george nods. “closer,” her says, and gestures alex forward. alex glares at him every moment he can, even though it doesn’t feel good on his neck, to be looking up like this. that doesn’t change the fact that the jeans have become really, really uncomfortable; with his ass exposed like this and looking at george and george looking at him like he’s nothing. yeah, okay.

george takes his ponynail and gives it a good tug. alex gasps; it’s like lightening in his spine, electrifying his skin. george makes a satisfied noise.

“can’t have you disturbing anyone else,” george says, and folds up an essay from the top of his papers and shoves it in his mouth like a bit. the paper is dry and tastes ink-like, and sure alex could pull it out of his mouth, only - he doesn’t.

george rattles in his desk. stands up, after a few moments, and walks around him, yanks his pants down. presses slick - what kind of sick fuck has lube in his desk at work? - fingers against him, just rough enough, and it feels really, really good. he groans into the wad of paper into his mouth. hears george grunt, feels the press of latex him. he nods, like it matters, and then george is pushing into him. fuck, with lube it’s better, not all the way stretched, george’s broad hands on his hips. george is relentless, pummeling him. it’s a good fucking thing george put something in his mouth becuase yeah. why is that the assholes are always the best lay? why is it a that it’s a fucked up professor with a power trip destroying him in the best way? it isn’t fair, but fuck it, it’s fantastic. george can get pretty fucking deep inside him, and he’s strong and has the endurance and it’s exquisite.

george finishes with a gasp, keeping them close, holding alex’s hips back against him. alex can feel it through the latex, knows that warmth. when he pulls away alex groans, and then stares down at his throbbing cock, looking at george with as much fuck you as he can manage after he’s just been fucked within an inch of his life. he checks to make sure his legs still work before standing, taking the paper out of his mouth. “fuck you, you could lend a hand.”

“what, and let you come all over my desk?” george asks, and even though he’s panting and slick he still looks offended and annoyed. alex catches the name on the essay before george snaps the spit-slick paper from his hand. “hmm,” he adds, in that mock-distant way he does, “looks like this was handed in late. i don’t accept late assignments.” and then he tears alex’s second essay in two and drops it in the recycle bin.