AU Ch. 02

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He imagined Maddox's sweet, pouty lips encasing his cock. He used his thumb and fantasized it was Maddox's skilled tongue, already so attuned to all his pleasure spots. Mark had almost tricked himself into feeling the hot breath of his teacher dance across the part of his stomach that rarely was spoiled by sunlight. He felt Maddox's dark hair drag across his thighs and it sent a shiver all over his spine.

He was panting, feeling his sack tighten and his balls pull up into his body. He began to move his hips a little before he was lost in pleasure, thinking of Maddox. God, what he wouldn't give to be inside that responsive man right now. He imagined what Maddox would be like between the sheets. Probably a bit of a slut, Mark imagined, he would be skilled and know just how to clench his muscles to milk Mark inside of him. He thought about the strong etching of Maddox's chiseled back as he bent him over in an almost A frame position. He could feel the velvety warmth of Maddox's insides and in that instant he was gone.

Mark gave one loud, shuddering moan into his fist as he clenched and then released in a series of waves. Drops of warm spunk rained onto Mark's slender body, as he lazily rubbed the last of his orgasm out. His jaw was sore and his legs felt shaky. Mark was almost surprised that just thinking of his teacher had caused such a powerful orgasm. At least now Maddox was out of his system. Mark picked up a wad of tissues and began to clean his chest.

He could only imagine what it would be like to hold Maddox in the bliss of their afterglow. He longed to know the feeling of running his fingers through that mane of sinfully black hair as he gazed into those pools he called eyes.

Usually his palm time ended with him instantly wanting to clean up and get on with the day. Instead, Mark lay there, just enjoying the after quivers of solo sex. He even went so far as to cradle his only pillow. He felt the need to just take a nap and dream, but the nagging reality soon set in. The inspiration for his solo act was meant to get his teacher out of his system not cause him to fall into even further addiction.

"Damn it," Mark huffed under his breath. He knew he was hooked, regardless of his efforts to keep him out. Maddox had gotten in somehow, had gotten past those walls and Mark needed him like fire needed oxygen. He let out a soft groan of disdain, realizing the walls he built up had tumbled far too easily. Mark had honestly thought it would have taken a small army for him to even begin to think about a relationship. Now here he was having a solo cuddle session daydreaming like some thirteen year old school boy.

Mark exhaled defeated, as he grabbed his laptop. How bad would it really be if he and Maddox got involved? Mark was grasping for something, anything to make this situation better. He slowly typed "student and teacher romantic relationships" into the Google search bar. To his disappointment, nothing looked positive. He saw advice columnists telling parents how to look out for warning signs so that their youngsters wouldn't be taken advantage of. He laughed. Even if he was being taken advantage of it wasn't like his parents would honestly give a shit.

The next site looked even less positive. It was a plain white site talking about state laws on teacher student relationships. Mark was honestly a little startled that in Illinois it was considered illegal. Sure he could see why some people would complain but, was having a relationship with his teacher when they were both consenting adults really so terrible? From the looks of this site it was worse to be with Maddox because he was a teacher than it was to be with him because he was gay.

Mark didn't know why this startled him so much and he wondered why the idea seemed so wrong and taboo to so many. Heck, if Maddox was his gay second cousin it was still better than being his teacher. He was starting to fast loose his courage to admit his feelings for the man as he typed in Gwynned Wood University Student code.

He read and reread the dooming line. If a student and teacher were caught having an inappropriate relationship the teacher would be fired and the student expelled. This was to preserve the value of the degree so that no one could accuse a teacher of passing a student for giving out favors. He swallowed, feeling cold. Expelled? If he was expelled it was unlikely any university would be willing to take him in. Without a university his chances at med school and helping people wilted.

Mark even thought of his teacher. He wanted to smile at how happily Maddox seemed to fill to role of educator but his brain wouldn't allow him. Maddox loved teaching even a blind airhead could see that. It was his dream, his passion and being with Mark put not only Mark's dreams up on the chopping block but Maddox's as well.

Mark closed his laptop and pulled on white socks and worn converse shoes. He decided to just ignore the man. He probably already knew it wouldn't work and wouldn't call. Mark would just have to get through this semester and then avoid Dr. Cotedivoux at all costs. There were so many other chemistry teachers he could be taught by.

~*~

Maddox spent the rest of the day in a blur. He had been given only one upper level class to teach and no one in the room had seemed over enthusiastic about things. He noticed all had opened up their notebooks and had dutifully opened their textbooks to the chapter their teacher was lecturing about. He wanted to give them his undivided attention and yet, a certain freshman kept invading his thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder about Mark, and how he left so suddenly. Maybe he just had to hurry to the next class. He must have had one scheduled right after his and hadn't meant anything personal by his sudden exit. That had to be it. Mark wouldn't just abandon him like that, would he?

Maddox was starting to question himself and he wondered if his actions last night had made him a slut. This entire world was new to him. He had mostly been obsessing over why Mark had left so early after class. Maddox wasn't too startled by the fact that he was curious. He wouldn't admit to being gay just yet, but he would admit he was dying to get more of a taste of Mark. This was more than he could ever say about his feelings towards his soon to be ex-wife. Trissta had seemed like nothing but hassle and Maddox had asked her to marry him simply because that was the way things went. You go to college, meet a girl, get a good job, save for a ring. Maddox had done all this and now his life seemed so empty.

Truthfully, it had been out of character for him to let some stranger have his hands all over him, but, there had been something about Mark that drove him over the edge. Maddox's parents had taught him from a young age to never question matters of the heart. Not that he believed in love at first sight, no, Maddox was very much like his mom when it came to that little fairy tale. However, Maddox didn't have to dwell on wondering if he was gay or if he had moved too fast. His mom had always told him "live your life so that you will never regret". Recalling his mom's motto in life, Maddox smiled., He realized there wasn't a single thing about last night that he regretted.

Thoughts of his sexual identity and Trissta faded as he made up his mind to call. He couldn't make any promises to Mark, other than that he was willing to give them a chance and do whatever it was Mark needed him to do in order to be given that chance. Maddox remembered the story of when his parents had first gotten together. His mother had just come out of a relationship with her third girlfriend and his father had been the only man she had even so much as noticed. His father always like to tell the story "your mother walked around the corner and I was in love from first sight. We shook hands and she nearly broke mine." he would laugh. "God, I had it bad. I figured there was no way in hell this girl was single. And the third thing out of her mouth was 'oh by the way I like girls'."

Maddox had always liked how his parent's love affair was told. He had seen the notebook and Noah and Allie had nothing on them. He admired the honesty his mother had had. Even when they were dating she had spared his father's feelings none and thought that it was better he be disillusioned from the start rather than find out later. This was where Maddox pulled his strength to be honest with Mark.

Maddox drifted through the rest of his classes. His head was in a cloud as he day dreamed about Mark. He wondered what Mark was doing, and what classes he had. He even found himself curious to see what the university's policy was about teacher student relationships. Maybe they would only have to be a secret for a semester or something. Not that it mattered, he would make sure that whatever happened, he was being honest and would regret nothing. Maddox knew there was no way he was going to be alright with letting Mark slip through his fingers. He gave mini lectures and handed out stacks of paper, no one even bothering to reciprocate his enthusiasm.

After this conclusion had been drawn, the rest of the day seemed to drag on. Maddox, like his students, seemed less than ecstatic to be lecturing about how he would grade papers and his notion that if they paid to take the class then it was their choice to come or not. Finally, after and excruciating two more classes, the long, slender hand on the clock hit the four, 4:20. Maddox couldn't help but smiled. "Alright, class, looks like it's about that time. I will see you all Thursday!"

Maddox couldn't get out of the room fast enough. He would go home, take a shower, and then look up Mark's number, and they would talk. Surely Mark hadn't run away from him so quickly by choice. His earlier doubts began to plague his thoughts again. Maddox refused to dwell on them and remembered he wouldn't know unless he tried. He had almost run two red lights and had rolled through countless stop signs. His entire body seemed to know what was coming and he felt like he was being sucked in the direction of home.

Maddox was in such a rush to get to the phone that he tore up the steps to his apartment and slid through the door. The carpet burned his skin as he crashed and stumbled. Maddox growled his forearms feeling hot as he looked back at the door frame. Whom ever had decided to build the entry way raised should have their head examined. Maddox and most of his guests were constantly tripping over it. He stood up, brushing himself off when her noticed the post-it Todd had left. He smiled like a giddy teen as he read it.

"I hope she will be as hot sober as she was when you were wasted."

Maddox flushed all over. Mark was more than beautiful, wasted or sober. He would clear up his newly discovered sexual identity with Todd later. It wasn't like his best friend would make a big deal about it or anything. This phone call was for Mark, to get to know him, to tell him about Trissta and all his dirty secrets. Maddox would admit he was scared and Mark would tell him it was alright. He was no longer even considering the fact that Mark was anything less than anxious to hear from him. Todd's lovely little post-it had just saved him an agonizing search mission he would have to make through his class list of emails and numbers.

Nearly ripping his pocket off, Maddox's strong hand made a dive for his phone. His hands were shaky and moist with excitement. Biting his bottom lip, fingers flying across numbers, Maddox dialed his student. For a fraction of a heartbeat he hovered over the send button. It wouldn't be too difficult to just walk away now. He could try and win Trissta back, fix his marriage and get through the semester. Maddox thought this all over before pushing his thumb down on the button, send. Maddox's heart felt like it was creeping up his throat in an attempt to escape the horrible knotting in his stomach.

Trissta was nothing compared to Mark. He knew that no matter what this phone call lead to he would never go back to her. Even if Mark spat in his face Maddox would tell him everything.

~*~

Mark was just exiting his freshman English class when his pocket started to vibrate furiously. He took out his phone and looked at the number, which caused his heart skipped a few beats. He knew who it was without the person even being programmed into his phone. Mark knew he shouldn't be so thrilled that Maddox was calling but he couldn't keep the note of joyful relief at bay.

"Hello?" He chirped.

~*~

Maddox shivered a little. Mark had waited until the last ring. His brain froze, now what? What was he supposed to do? His mind was screaming at him. Say hello!

"Hey, this is Maddox, your..." He stopped thinking. "Dr. Cotedivoux, you gave me your number... Last night you, um we..." Why was language failing him? "I mean in class today." Maddox wondered with a sickening fear hit him that he hadn't thought before. Mark had run because he didn't remember. He was about to just forget it and hang up when Mark spoke.

Mark swallowed; thank goodness Maddox at least had the sense to acknowledge the fact that he was Mark's teacher. "I know who you are Maddox." He said flatly, damn the gravel in his voice, damn the vivid memories and fantasies. This was wrong.

"Good, I thought maybe with the way you ran away from me that you didn't," it was easy to hear the overwhelming relief in Maddox's voice.

Mark could almost imagine him relaxing. The poor guy had really thought Mark didn't remember. Mark realized not remembering was probably less cruel than what he was about to do. He was already feeling guilty but no one was worth his dream to get through college, he reminded himself. "Maddox, you being a teacher... it, it changes things." Mark listened to the painful silence. Even as he was ripping the guys heart out he wanted to hold him. "Have you even looked at what would happen if someone found out about last night? I would be expelled and you would be fired. I would never be able to become a doctor. Ever. If you knew me at all, you would know how much helping people means to me." Mark ducked into a back part of campus. Mark wedged himself behind the music building in a neglected sitting area. The place looked as though it hadn't seen the attention of grounds keeping in years. The walk way was crack. Grass had won the battle against concrete. Evidently so had the tree roots. He walked over to a dirty cracked bench unable to make himself sit. He instead leaned against the brick wall.

He winced, hearing a raged breath coming through the phone. No, he wasn't hurting him. Mark was being truthful. He knew Maddox would have no problem replacing him and he would find some other little twink. Hell, good looking as Maddox was he would be onto someone new by the end of the week.

"I'll find another school," It was a whisper but it even startled Maddox himself. He had wanted to teach at the university for a long time. Maddox remembered parading around for weeks when he found out he got the job and now here he was, about to give that up. But he didn't retract the offer. He would regret not knowing what could have been more than he would regret switching locations. If it didn't work out, he could always try and come back.

Mark laughed, "For what? For me? Listen Maddox I'm not worth that. You don't know me, what if I am a terrible person?" He felt like shit. Last night Maddox had needed protecting. Now he needed guidance, he needed to be told how stupid that sounded. Mark knew he wasn't worth the trouble.

Maddox shook his head and then realized Mark couldn't see him "I don't believe that. I would regret not knowing what could have been." He wanted a chance, even if it was just a small chance, he wanted it.

Mark flicked his tongue ring against his teeth. His teacher really wasn't making this any easier. "I regret last night," Mark wasn't sure if he was lying this time. He regretted being so easy, regretted falling for his teacher, but meeting Maddox had been one of the happiest meetings in his short life.

The lies kept coming, though, "I am way too young for you, and I was drunk. I'm not a slut Maddox. What happened last night... well it's not like me at all". Maddox had never called him a slut, but Mark knew he must be thinking it. He wanted to cry at how much that hurt. He wanted Maddox to see him as strong and in control, not as the pathetic person he really was.

"Oh," Maddox wrinkled his nose fighting back tears. He was so drained and hurt and confused, but what could he say. Mark thought he had been used. He wanted to tell him he was only 27 but somehow that seemed unimportant. Maddox had to be the adult here; he was after all the teacher.

"I don't think anything negative of you. I will forget last night and see you in class Thursday, Mister Langley." He hung up the phone feeling numb. Staring off into space, he tried to determine what it was that he should do next.

Mark felt like his heart had been ripped clean out of his chest. Maddox had left him bleeding. He wanted to call back and say he was sorry and plead with the man to make everything better. Mark knew he wouldn't though. Some things are just not meant to be.

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Thank you blackstallion21 and Schwarzwald for editing this for me. Sorry it took longer than expected to get it out. I hope it is easier to read this time and I looked over it for word repetition and tried to break it up. Please let me know what can be improved upon because something always can. I hope you don't hate me for where this stops. I was torn but I think this was the best stopping point. Thank you again for reading.

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bluesky496bluesky496over 11 years ago

i think this story is developing nicely and i would love to read more .

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago
Slow

Sorry thought it is way too slow. The most interesting character is the roommate.

FangsAnarchyFangsAnarchyover 12 years agoAuthor
Chapter 3

I hope you all are not dissapointed with chapter 3... Like I mentioned here I was not sure if I should split this up or make 2-3 one chapter. My editor said break it up and I agreed. Chapter 3 is pending Chapter 4 is half done. I am taking a bit of a break here and there to work on finals at school.

WittePietWittePietover 12 years ago
Excellent story....

....and in this chapter most of your punctuation errors have been sorted out. But it needs to be carefully read through before you submit. At one point in the text (I can't tell you exactly where, because HTML does not allow proper page divisions) a line seems to have got missed out. I hope this doesn't sound too critical. Your characters and plot line so far are wonderful, and I'm looking forward to the next episode with great excitement. Tell your editors to be more vigilant!

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