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by Elizabeth Lister
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Gay Fiction
Description: Jack Claridge's sister, Amy, has a big crush on her English professor, Michael Donovan. When Jack agrees to accompany her on an outing with the object of her affection, the last thing he expects is the professor's reaction to him. One surreptitious hand-job later and Michael is hooked. But will Jack 'use him and lose him' or does Jack care for the professor more than he thinks? And what will he tell Amy?
eBook Publisher: MLR Press, LLC/MLR Press, LLC,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [153 KB]
Reading time: 94-131 min.
"This is so ridiculous, Amy," I said, scanning the lobby of the National Arts Centre. "Why am I even here?"
My sister punched me in the arm, none too gently. "Because you owe me, and with you here, this doesn't seem like a 'date.'"
I examined the crowd of well-dressed theatre-goers here to see the matinee showing of a local production. The lobby of the NAC was packed, as usual. "Where is Professor Humbert, anyway?"
"Oh my god, Jack, I'm hardly Lolita. I've got a few years on her. And his name is Michael Donovan."
"Whatever," I grumbled. I would so much rather be at home, writing. I had two articles to get out by Tuesday. It was Sunday, and I had to work at Chapters tomorrow. "Tell me again why I'm wasting my Sunday afternoon chaperoning you and your supposedly 'hunkilicious' professor?"
She rolled her eyes and checked the crowd again before answering. "Because he is totally gorgeous and brilliant and hot in a kind of nerdy way, and I really want to sleep with him."
"Again, why am I here?"
"Because I can't just ask him out on an actual date!"
"Well, because of the whole professor/student thing. He might not be comfortable with that."
I cocked an eyebrow at her. "But you think he'll be comfortable having sex with you?"
"God, Jack, you are so clueless. I don't know if he will or not, but I've got to get to know him and get near him outside of class so I can..." she gave me a knowing look, "you know, seduce him."
"Oh, grow up. Oh my God, there he is!" She grabbed my arm in a death grip before waving like crazy at someone across the lobby.
I looked over and saw a man approaching. I noticed his eyes right away, since he was staring at me with a piercing blue gaze that held intelligence, interest and confusion. His blond hair shone under the bright lights of the lobby, revealing shades of honey and straw. A long black wool coat hung from his broad shoulders and a striped scarf completed the look. He was the picture of professorial elegance.
As he got nearer, he smiled. My breath caught in my throat. He looked at me a moment longer then turned to my sister.
I felt dazed and exposed. Holy fuck. What is that about?
"Professor Donovan!" Amy exclaimed in a voice two octaves higher than normal. "I'm so glad you could come."
With that smile and those blue eyes, I could definitely see why half the class had a crush on him.
"Hi Amy. How are you?" His voice was soft and musical.
"Fine, thanks. And you?"
I cleared my throat. Amy suddenly remembered I was there.
"Professor Donovan, this is my brother, Jackson."
"Jack," I said, correcting her and holding out my hand.
He turned to me, and our eyes locked again. He took my hand. There was a definite "something." I wondered if he could feel it too.
"Pleased to meet you, Jack. Call me Michael." His velvety voice did something to my insides. He let go of my hand and turned to Amy. "I'll just go check my coat."
He walked over to the coat check while Amy grabbed my arm again. "See! Isn't he gorgeous?" She was looking at me and I was watching him. He turned as he handed over his coat and our eyes met again. He held my gaze for a moment, then looked away.
"Huh? Yeah, he's okay," I said dazedly.
"Oh, come on, Jack. He's way cuter than any of the guys I've seen you with. Too bad he doesn't play for your team, eh?"
Don't be so sure, I thought to myself. I was getting some distinct vibes from the good professor and they were going right to my groin. I grinned and put my arm around her. "Okay, so he's good looking. So are half the guys here."
She peeked at Michael. He retrieved his chit from the girl at the coat check. "Yeah, well, he's smart and creative and funny too."
"Mmm hmm." I nodded.
"He's the youngest associate professor at the University," she said, then added, "He's brilliant."
When he returned, I took in his dark blue boot cut jeans and dark brown sweater over a black t-shirt, with hopefully subtle appreciation. I noticed brown leather boots on his large feet. He did seem young for a professor. And gorgeous. My cock hardened in my pants. Great. I've got a boner and the play hasn't started yet. This is gonna be a long afternoon.
"Should we find our seats?" he asked.
Amy nodded. "Of course. Then we can relax and have a chat before it starts."
We walked up the red velvet steps to the mezzanine level. As we climbed I found myself ogling the Professor's jean-clad ass and noting that it was pretty amazing. Jesus, what am I doing? I wasn't even sure he liked guys, and there was the little fact that my sister had a humongous crush on him. That made him off limits to me. Didn't it?
We found our seats and my sister slid in first. Michael graciously motioned for me to slip in beside her but I shook my head.
"Uh, thanks, but I'd prefer the aisle seat, actually." I'm pretty sure he gave me a quick, appreciative onceover before moving in beside Amy.
"I finished my essay, Professor." I heard Amy say as I sat down in my seat. My leg touched his. I felt that tingling again. We both looked at our legs and then at each other, surprised.
"Sorry," I mumbled, moving my leg slightly away, but he held my gaze with his vivid blue eyes.
"It's all right. The seats are ridiculously close together." He smiled. My heart thumped in my chest, and my cock might have twitched as well. It had been so neglected recently, it was a little out of control.
He turned back to my sister. "That's wonderful. I look forward to reading it."
"It's about Shakespeare's misogynist approach to the female characters in Hamlet, Othello and King Lear."
Inwardly, I groaned. What a cliched topic for an essay. My sister fancied herself quite the literary feminist but, honestly, her strengths lay elsewhere. She sang lead in a local band that got quite a bit of attention. I did admire her for going back to school and trying to get a degree, not just giving everything up for the band. Because who really new if they would get anywhere.
"What do you do, Jack?"
Wait, he was speaking to me?
"I, um, do some freelance writing and work at Chapters," I mumbled, embarrassed. I was far from the literary genius my parents had hoped for.
"Really? What's your background?"
"I have a BA in English Lit from Ottawa U. I graduated in 2008."
He nodded. "I just started there in '09. I would have remembered you." He blushed, as if he had said too much. "So you're, what, twenty-four? Twenty-five?"
"I'm twenty-five." His short blond hair was thick and slightly wavy. I wanted to touch it. But those goddamn eyes... I felt like they knew me inside out already. My poor sister, she wasn't going to get anywhere with him. I, on the other hand... Wait, what am I thinking? I tore my eyes away from his and stood up, excusing myself to use the washroom. I practically ran up the shallow steps to the mezzanine lobby and burst into the men's room, which, mercifully, didn't have a line. I went right to the sink and ran the cold water. I didn't need to piss. I needed to collect what was left of myself. I splashed my face and neck and stared at myself in the mirror.
"You are not going after Amy's crush," I mouthed.
My brown hair was crazy as usual. I ran a hand through it, trying to settle it down. I really needed to cut that shit. My eyes were wide and I looked a bit lost. I hadn't expected this. I didn't know what to do. I contemplated taking off and calling Amy's cell phone with some lame excuse. In fact, that might fit in well with her plan, leaving her and Michael alone together. But I rejected that idea as I dried off my face with some paper towels. I couldn't deny the truth--I ached to get back there and have an excuse to sit close beside him for a couple of hours. Jesus, I'm so weak-willed.
I made my way back to my seat, slipping into it quietly so as not to disturb Michael and my sister. She was speaking animatedly about something and he was paying close attention. But when our legs touched I heard his voice catch. He finished his sentence and turned to me. His expression left me no doubt that he felt the same connection between us. The lights began to dim.
"Yay, it's starting!" my sister exclaimed.
"Are you all right?" Michael whispered, leaning in close to my ear. His warm, sweet breath gave me goosebumps. He slowly placed his hand very gently on my knee.
I stared at his hand and then met his gaze. My cock responded immediately to the look in his eyes.
"No, not really," I said quietly. "Y'know, my sister has a crush on you."
"I'm not interested in your sister." He said it so softly I barely heard him.
He moved his hand slightly higher. My cock pulsed. I had to make him stop. I liked it too much.
"Please, stop..." I said quietly. He did and moved his hand back to his own knee. "...or I'll jizz my pants."
He coughed as if he were choking. My sister asked if he was okay. He nodded furiously and scanned his program with sudden interest, even though it was too dark to read anything.
Jesus, this is fucked up.
I pressed my leg against his and felt an equal pressure back. He glanced sideways at me. He looked so fucking turned on, it wasn't even funny. I felt a bit sorry for him. I moved my leg away and shrugged. He nodded and motioned to where the curtains were lifting, as if to say, let's just watch the play and stop working each other up.
So we did.
Intermission was a bit awkward, since we both attempted to check each other out without revealing our interest to my sister. Luckily, she was too busy trying to make a good impression herself to really notice. And I don't know what came over me but I was completely shameless. I kept dropping my program and bending over to pick it up. People looked at me weird. Amy didn't even notice. And Michael looked like he wanted to grab me and put me over his knee. He had his glasses on now and he was rocking the whole intellectual, professor, faculty member, older man thing. It was making me crazy.
We somehow managed to control ourselves. Luckily, the second half was shorter than the first. Still, by the time the play ended, both Michael and I were holding onto civility and propriety by a thread. A very tiny thread.
As we made our way to the coat check, I murmured that I needed to piss again. I headed for the men's room. But I didn't go to the one nearby that I knew would be packed with our fellow theatergoers. I headed further down the long hall, keeping my fingers crossed. After I rounded the corner, I looked behind me. Sure enough, the good professor was following. My heartbeat thudded faster. I quickened my steps, my cock a hard rod in my pants. Fuck, I knew we couldn't do much but goddammit, I at least needed to kiss him, and find out if there was anything to this craziness.
When I got there I pushed open the door and went in. I had been right in thinking it would be deserted. I leaned back against the sinks, across from the door, and waited. I adjusted my erection so it was slightly more comfortable and crossed my arms.
The door opened and he walked into the small bathroom. He stared at me. Then he moved past me and turned on the tap of the sink. He very meticulously washed his hands, slowly rubbing the soap over every inch of them, before rinsing them carefully. I didn't say a word. I just watched him. I noticed the long fingers and neatly trimmed nails of his hands.
When he was done he turned to me, looked me in the eyes and said quietly, "Jack, I just want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?"
Breath I didn't realize I'd been holding whooshed out. I nodded, unable to speak.
He leaned carefully toward me and pressed his lips to mine. They were soft and warm. I felt his tongue touch my bottom lip. I opened my mouth. It slipped inside and he kissed me with all the passion that had built up over the past few hours. I put my hands on his face, keeping him where I wanted him, and let him fuck my mouth gently with his tongue. He tasted and felt incredible. I didn't want it to end. When he moved closer and pressed his whole body against me, I felt our hard cocks press together and whimpered. He pulled away and stepped back.
"Jesus Christ, what are you doing to me?" he panted, adjusting his glasses. He rubbed his forehead as if he were getting a headache. Maybe he was. Sperm retention would do that.
"We'd better get back," I murmured, trying to keep my eyes off the huge, and I mean huge, bulge in his jeans.
He nodded but gave me a pleading look. "I want to see you again."
"I want to see you again, too. All of you." I looked pointedly at his crotch. He sighed loudly. "I'll figure something out." I said as I pushed past him out the door, casually rubbing my hand against the front of his jeans.
He let out a quiet moan. I grinned and went to find my sister.
When I got back to the lobby my sister looked irritated and impatient. "Where did you go? Where's Michael?"
I shrugged. "He probably went to the crowded washroom." I wanted to give him some time to take care of things. I got my pea coat from the girl and put it on.
Amy pouted. "I don't think he's into me."
I looked at her carefully. "Are you sure he's straight, Amy?" I said. I really didn't want to blow our cover, but I felt I had to try to get her to see it.
She regarded me like I was the biggest idiot ever born. "Are you kidding me, Jack? Look, I know you probably have 'gaydar' and all that but that is one hunk of real man right there. Y'know?"
I bristled at her unintended insult and just nodded.
She laughed. "Besides, if he was gay, he'd probably be going after you!"
I couldn't believe she was totally oblivious to what had occurred here this afternoon. I would never understand women, especially my sister.
"Why don't you invite him to your next gig? You know, somewhere that you can show off your real talent."
She brightened up a bit. "Yeah, maybe that would work." She thought for a minute. "We're playing Barrymore's on Friday. Why don't you come? Brian's been asking about you."
Perfect. It's too perfect. "Sure." I nodded, feeling some satisfaction in setting her up. And I had to see Michael again.
When he returned from the washroom he looked more relaxed and cheerful than he had all night. And I knew why.
After he got his coat we all shook hands in parting. He graciously gave my sister a peck on the cheek. She invited him to the show on Friday and told him I would be there too. He said he'd try to make it.
On the drive home, I listened to Amy's endless chatter about the evening, and thought of blue eyes, blond hair and a soul-searing kiss.