Man With The Crooked Smile

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They stayed for awhile, rocking gently against one another.
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Updated 09/22/2022
Created 11/19/2009
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"So it comes down to a question of Hamlet's sanity." Chris Patterson turned to address the class. "After discovering his father's death was at the hands of his uncle, now King, not to mention seeing dad's ghost floating about the castle, which has got to make any normal person start to question their faculties," pause for laughter, "almost everyone in Denmark believed Hamlet to be mad. But Horatio never doubted his friend and even after Gertrude's strange little pseudo-seduction in her bedchamber, Ophelia's suicide and even the whole Rosencrantz and Guildenstern debacle, he believed in Hamlet and stood by him to the very end."

Chris moved away from his blackboard, closer to his class of third-year English Lit students and parked his weary behind on the edge of the desk. "And this is my challenge to you," he said with a smile as he watched once bright-eyed young adults now lowered their heads and closed their eyes in preparation for the inevitable homework assignment. "Two thousand words on whether you believe Hamlet was mad, or just really clever. Are you a true believer and take the side of Horatio, his trusted ally, or do you stand cynically in the corner with Polonius, Claudius and Laertes?" His almost imperceptible nod had become well known to his students by this point in their second term and as one the forty or so people listening began to gather their belongings and file out of the room.

"Questions by email or in person during office hours, please don't forget to pick up your assignment sheets on the way out!" He called to the rapidly exiting gaggle of student bodies as he began to wipe the board clean, his head starting to pound a little both from overuse and from the excessive amounts of caffeine he had consumed since his day had begun seven hours earlier. At twenty-six he was still fairly new to the world of university lecturing and the long hours had him reaching for the coffee more often that was strictly healthy.

"Doctor Patterson?" A quiet voice had Chris turn back in surprise to face the lecture hall again. He searched the now empty rows of chairs in an attempt to locate the speaker, his heart leaping into his throat when his eyes settled on the figure sitting to the left, four rows from the front.

"Jake, what are you still doing here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he stepped closer to the young man sat staring so intently at him. "It's Friday afternoon. Go and enjoy your weekend."

"I am. I mean, I will," Jake replied with a shy smile. "I just...I have a question. About the homework."

"The homework." Chris parroted dumbly, then closed his eyes. Turning back to the blackboard and the task at hand, he began cleaning it with gusto. "I have office hours on Monday afternoon."

He was so intent on not paying attention to the only other person in the room, that when Chris had finished wiping the board a moment later he was certain that Jake had left. So it came as somewhat of a surprise when he turned around to gather his books and came face to face with the man himself.

"I have questions," Jake repeated as he stepped impossibly closer to the lecturer, causing Chris to suck in a deep breath and hold it as his heart began to pick up quite a pace. He took a step backwards to try and gain a little ground and a little room to think, but found his legs trapped against the side of the desk.

"Jake," He tried again, desperately trying to keep his voice from shaking. "Someone could come in here at any moment." But the younger man simply shook his head and smiled crookedly and Chris' heart leapt again.

Over the last six months of teaching this class he had tried, really tried not to pay attention to the twenty one year old God in the fourth row, but every class he taught it became harder and harder to ignore him. With his huge brown eyes, his sporty, but not overly muscular frame, and his hair the colour and style that Chris hadn't seen since his teenage years, masturbating frantically to images of Jared Leto in My So Called Life, each class had the lecturer practically on his knees. But it was the smile that had him hooked. This smile was the reason Chris made silly little jokes in class. Crowd pleasers that he knew would get a positive reaction from the students in his lecture hall. Every time he made a joke, his eyes would be drawn to Jake and the crooked smile that just made Chris melt.

Chris knew Jake was gay; had seen him once walking through campus holding the hand of some cute little blonde guy in a too-tight top and baggy jeans but the moment Jake had spotted him, he had let go of the hand as if to deny an attachment. The memory had always made Chris a little giddy and the attraction between the two of them had remained mutually electric but without resolution because for a student and tutor – well, even at degree level, they both knew it was wrong.

But something must have snapped inside Jake because there they were, at four on a rainy Friday afternoon in a dimly lit lecture hall, about to break all the rules.

Desperate for some kind of barrier to be placed between them, Chris raised his right hand and placed it in front of Jake's chest, desperate to touch but knowing that if he did, there would be no going back. Already he could feel the heat emanating from his student's body and that was temptation enough.

"What's your question?" He asked quietly, almost a whisper, as if any louder and the spell would be broken.

Jake nodded as if understanding Chris' need for some breathing space and took a small step back. He stood silently for a moment, regarding the other man with his piercing brown eyes before drawing himself up to his full height and took a breath. "It's about Hamlet's relationship with Horatio."

Chris cocked his head, almost disappointed that Jake really did have a question for him. Still, at least on this topic he could be sure of himself. "What about it?"

"With everything that Hamlet went through, and put his friend through because of it. I mean, the risks that Horatio took – he could have been arrested for treason. Do you think...I mean... is it possible...?"

Chris could see uncertainty in Jake's face, mixed with something that looked very much like true embarrassment. "Yes?" he asked gently, not wishing to push too hard, but suddenly desperate to know what Jake was getting at.

"Was Horatio in love with Hamlet?" Jake suddenly blurted out and immediately looked at his shoes as if ashamed for asking something so ridiculous.

Chris laughed. He couldn't help it. Not at the theory – it was a perfectly reasonable assumption, but Jake really did look priceless and entirely adorable at that moment. "Absolutely," he replied as he calmed his voice down to mere joviality. "There are a lot of theorists who've suggested as much. In fact, many believe the two of them were in a relationship for much of the play." Chris lowered his voice as if he were about to impart a great secret. "It's been the cause of much contention amongst Shakespearean scholars," he added conspiratorially.

"And what do you think?" Jake looked up at Chris and suddenly things didn't seem that funny anymore.

When had Jake gotten so close again? Chris wondered as he struggled to breathe, let alone find an answer to this perfectly reasonable question. His hand moved up once more as if to ward the student off, but this time, instead of moving away, Jake stepped closer, bringing Chris' hand into contact with the softness of his cotton jumper and the erotic feel of the hard pectoral muscles that lay beneath.

"Jake," Chris whispered as a warning before he felt soft fingers tilt his head back and Jake's lips claim his in a kiss so hungry that he had no choice but to moan and open his mouth to the questing tongue that demanded entry.

Vaguely, he could feel the hand on his chin move to cup the back of his head as teasing fingers ran though his hair and at that moment nothing mattered more in the world than to grasp Jake's sweater in one hand and his hip in the other, bringing him within the confines of Chris' parted legs.

Together they stayed thus for awhile, rocking gently against one another, hands roaming and tongues dueling for another taste; another kiss before oxygen became an absolute necessity and they parted, gasping for air.

Chris opened his eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings, attempting to regain sanity but everything was a blur and all his eyes would lay claim to was Jake and his crooked smile, breathing heavily and still running one hand through Chris' short brown hair.

"We shouldn't do this," Chris began as he tried to calm his pulse and take stock of the situation. "It's not right. I'm your tutor."

"And I'm all yours." Jake replied in absolute sincerity before moving in and kissing Chris once again with such passion that he could feel himself falling backwards slightly against the desk.

In a flurry of movement that at any other time and with any other person (for whom he was not morally responsible) Chris would have been quite impressed, Jake had managed to divest himself of his jumper and shirt and in seconds was in the process of removing Chris' work shirt from his trousers. His skin pebbled as he felt Jake's fingers touching his skin and for that reason alone he would have allowed him to continue but for the sudden noise of someone entering the lecture hall.

With the speed of light, Jake jumped away from Chris and, grabbing his abandoned articles of clothing, crawled under the desk. Giving himself a quick downward glance, Chris realized that even if he had time to tidy his appearance there would be no way he could hide his obvious arousal and so quickly moved around to the business side of his desk and sat at the chair, pretending to be engrossed in some paperwork, whilst simultaneously trying to steady his breathing.

"Hi!" Called a voice from the top of a lecture hall and Chris looked up with what he hoped was his best look of surprise.

"Hello again," he replied as he watched two of his female students from his last class walk down the stairs towards him. "What are you doing back so soon?"

The skinny blonde one, possibly Jessie, he thought to himself, spoke up. "We're looking for Jake Marshall. He said he needed to speak to you about something so we said we'd wait at the Student Union but he's not come back yet."

Chris felt his cheeks colouring a little as he tried to school his expression. It really didn't help knowing that the man himself was currently hidden at his feet. "Yeah," he replied. "He was here." He felt a hand on his crotch. "But he's..." were his trousers being undone? Chris gulped. "Gone."

Jessie frowned and glanced doubtfully at the short tubby girl standing with her. Carrie? Mary? "How long ago did he leave?" She asked Chris as he felt his now fully erect penis being gently pulled from the confines of the surrounding material.

"Leave?" He squeaked and cleared his throat. "Leave?" he tried again. He could feel Jake's breath on his cock now and his fingers clenched the edge of the table in a death grip as the other man's hand began to gently work its magic. He was sure there was no way Jake would be able to suck him off from under a table. Not enough room to move to start with.

But then his chair dropped down with a soft thud and Chris found himself having to look up at the girls instead of across. "Chair's broken," he explained weakly. "Keep asking for a new one."

Carrie or Mary or Whoever nodded and smiled sympathetically. "I've got the same problem. The shower in my room's been on the fritz for months now and they still haven't fixed it. Keep having to use Jessie's."

Under the desk, Jake took Chris' cock in his mouth, practically swallowing him whole and Chris gasped, quickly trying to turn it into an empathic sound as his eyes began to water and his head started to swim. Up and down Jake went, up and down. And the things he was doing with his tongue...

Jessie was talking again. "So? When did he leave?" Chris struggled to focus as he moved one hand under the desk to lay on top of Jake's bobbing head. God, he was going to come. "About ten minutes ago," he managed as Jake pulled him further down his throat, nudging his pubic hair with his nose.

Jessie and whateverhernamewas nodded in unison and turned to leave. But just as Chris was about to relax and enjoy his impending orgasm, she turned back. "Will you tell him we're in the bar if he comes back?" she asked, all smiles and fluttery eyelashes.

Chris nodded as they left, and slid down into his chair spreading his legs, finally able to watch Jake work. "When he comes," he muttered just before his orgasm took over and he finally came gasping into Jake's willing mouth, watching in awe as his student sucked and swallowed without ever losing that crooked smile.

To be continued.

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Haphaestion2004Haphaestion2004over 9 years ago
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

Oh my goodness me!! Exciting, and it has me panting for more !

Please give us Chpt. 2, ASAP !! #(@0@)#

AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago
Niiice!

Good start! Very hot, and funny too. A little short, though. Looking forward to chapter 2.

TransverseTransverseover 14 years ago
Yay!

So short. Please continue!

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