Substitution
Substitution
Author: slashfiend337
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I neither know nor own any real person, living or dead, found herein. This is a work of fiction, and I do not mean to offend or injure.
Author's Notes: First post, yay. Italics are text messages.
Summary: Kris is a VERY stressed substitute teacher at a private LA high school. Good thing he's got someone more than willing to help him relieve that stress. VERY AU. No Idol, no Katy.
Hell. That's where he was, there was no doubt about it. Kris thought he'd seen the worst a school could offer when he'd substituted at an alternative school, but those Arkansan "bad boys" had nothing on the guys at Bishop Mora Salesian. He grabbed his phone as the last of the boys left for their hour-long (thank GOD) lunch and sent a text message to his saving grace.
I thought Catholic school was supposed to teach kids discipline.
The response came swiftly, as usual.
Lol, "supposed to" is the key phrase there, babe.
Whens your break?
Now. I'm in ur hallway.
Kris smiled to himself as he loosened the black tie around his neck and attempted to rub the tension out of his own shoulders. The door opened and in walked his best friend, his lover, and partner-in-crime.
"Well, hello there, Mr. Allen, you look...tense." Adam said, sauntering over to the huge walnut desk his pocket-sized lover had barricaded himself behind. He sidled up to the desk, laying one long leg across it and over Father Shaw's attendance book and pulling one up so he could rest his arms and head on his own knee. He smiled beatifically at Kris, who beamed back up at him in adoration.
"They're so disrespectful and just... intent on making this a miserable experience for me." Kris said. Adam laughed.
"Don't laugh at me!" Kris said with just a hint of whining. Adam just pulled the large rolling chair up against the desk and splayed his long legs around it, one on each side, and Kris found himself staring directly at Adam's crotch.
"Not blowing you." Kris said with a tired voice.
"Didn't ask you to," Adam said, leaning down so that he was bent at the waist.
He tipped Kris' face up and pressed their lips together gently. Kris sighed against Adam's mouth and stood slowly, so that Adam could straighten up with him. Adam moved his hands to Kris' shoulders and began rubbing as their tongues came into contact, making Kris moan slightly. Adam kept on until the muscles were soft and pliant under his hands, shuddering as Kris' hands pulled the blue dress shirt from the top of his black slacks and slipped his hands under the white wifebeater Adam was wearing and traced invisible patterns across the skin lovingly.
Adam pulled back some, then lifted Kris onto his lap. Kris nuzzled his head into the hollow of Adam's clavicle, kissing the side of Adam's neck gently. Adam shivered as he felt Kris' tongue dart out against the column of his throat.
"Mmmm, don't start things you can't finish, Kristopher." Adam warned.
"Who said I wouldn't finish? Go lock the door." Kris said as he pulled back from Adam and stood, pulling his tie out of the shirt and taking it off quickly. Adam strode backwards to the door, his eyes on Kris as the younger man stripped. He locked the door and made sure the window in the door was fully blinded before racing out of his clothes on the way back to his partner.
Adam gathered the smaller man in his arms, picking him up easily and Kris wrapped his arms around Adam's waist, feeling their cocks rub together and throwing his head back. Adam pushed the empty coffee cup and two books out of the way and laid Kris down against the desk with his ass just slightly hanging over the edge. He trailed hot, lewd, open-mouth kisses down Kris' torso and made Kris moan and arch wantonly. Kris was panted as Adam breathed slowly over the head of his dick, then licked a swipe over the sensitive head. Adam smirked, then moved his head to lick at Kris' opening.
"Oh, GOD." Kris breathed out, the back of one hand across his eyes and the other entwined in Adam's silky black hair. Adam's tongue was probing, opening Kris with little effort and Kris instinctively opened his mouth as two of Adam's fingers came to rest on his lips. Adam raised up from between Kris' legs and climbed onto the desk, hovering over the smaller man and watching as Kris took his fingers into his mouth. He murmured into Kris' ear hotly,
"That's it, baby, get them wet, suck them like they're my cock." Kris bucked his hips against Adam's, and Adam pulled his fingers from Kris' mouth with a pop, then slid them inside of Kris quickly. Kris arched at the intrusion as Adam's fingers prepared him for what he wanted most.
"Now, please, Adam, I want you so much, so much." Kris panted against Adam's throat. Adam withdrew his fingers quickly, then lifted Kris' hips and slammed home in one thrust. A strangled moan ripped from Kris' throat as Adam maneuvered them so that Kris was straddling Adam's lap and Adam was sitting cross-legged on the desk. Adam nipped at the skin of Kris' throat, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make Kris take his lower lip between his teeth and make a keening noise.
"Come on, Kris, baby, bounce for me." Adam whispered gruffly and Kris obeyed, pulling himself up and sliding back down on Adam's cock, gasping aloud as he found the perfect angle, then Adam was thrusting up at the same time Kris was sliding down, doubling the intensity of the feeling of Adam pounding into his prostate.
Kris couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't speak, there was only this, them, together like they should be, two halves, made whole in this fiery, frantic, forbidden moment. And then Adam's hand was on Kris, jerking him in time with his thrusts and he was done. He threw his head back in ecstasy, and with a gasp of Adam's name, came onto Adam's chest. Adam groaned and thrust a final time, let out a strangled groan against Kris' neck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
"I love you, baby." Adam said as he pulled out.
"I love you, too." Kris sighed, then looked at the clock.
"Shit! Fifteen minutes, we gotta hurry." They scrambled around, getting dressed and ridding the room of any evidence of their coupling. Just as Adam unlocked the door, the first student opened it.
"Oh, hey, Mr. Lambert. What's up? Do we have rehearsal tonight?" He asked.
"Not much, just... welcoming Father Shaw's substitute. Yep. 7:30 in the auditorium, and you BETTER know your lines."
Adam said, turning to wave and wink at Kris as he made his way back to the Drama wing. The student ran to him.
"Mr. Lambert...weren't you wearing a white tie earlier?" He asked, confused. Adam looked down at the black tie around his neck and smiled to himself before saying,
"Costume changes are an art, Mr. Warren."
---
Kris' phone buzzed in his hand and he looked at it quickly before the last student entered the room.
Check your neck, babe.
Kris glanced into the window behind the desk, saw the tie, and smiled. The afternoon wouldn't be HALF as bad as the morning.
Author: slashfiend337
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I neither know nor own any real person, living or dead, found herein. This is a work of fiction, and I do not mean to offend or injure.
Author's Notes: First post, yay. Italics are text messages.
Summary: Kris is a VERY stressed substitute teacher at a private LA high school. Good thing he's got someone more than willing to help him relieve that stress. VERY AU. No Idol, no Katy.
Hell. That's where he was, there was no doubt about it. Kris thought he'd seen the worst a school could offer when he'd substituted at an alternative school, but those Arkansan "bad boys" had nothing on the guys at Bishop Mora Salesian. He grabbed his phone as the last of the boys left for their hour-long (thank GOD) lunch and sent a text message to his saving grace.
I thought Catholic school was supposed to teach kids discipline.
The response came swiftly, as usual.
Lol, "supposed to" is the key phrase there, babe.
Whens your break?
Now. I'm in ur hallway.
Kris smiled to himself as he loosened the black tie around his neck and attempted to rub the tension out of his own shoulders. The door opened and in walked his best friend, his lover, and partner-in-crime.
"Well, hello there, Mr. Allen, you look...tense." Adam said, sauntering over to the huge walnut desk his pocket-sized lover had barricaded himself behind. He sidled up to the desk, laying one long leg across it and over Father Shaw's attendance book and pulling one up so he could rest his arms and head on his own knee. He smiled beatifically at Kris, who beamed back up at him in adoration.
"They're so disrespectful and just... intent on making this a miserable experience for me." Kris said. Adam laughed.
"Don't laugh at me!" Kris said with just a hint of whining. Adam just pulled the large rolling chair up against the desk and splayed his long legs around it, one on each side, and Kris found himself staring directly at Adam's crotch.
"Not blowing you." Kris said with a tired voice.
"Didn't ask you to," Adam said, leaning down so that he was bent at the waist.
He tipped Kris' face up and pressed their lips together gently. Kris sighed against Adam's mouth and stood slowly, so that Adam could straighten up with him. Adam moved his hands to Kris' shoulders and began rubbing as their tongues came into contact, making Kris moan slightly. Adam kept on until the muscles were soft and pliant under his hands, shuddering as Kris' hands pulled the blue dress shirt from the top of his black slacks and slipped his hands under the white wifebeater Adam was wearing and traced invisible patterns across the skin lovingly.
Adam pulled back some, then lifted Kris onto his lap. Kris nuzzled his head into the hollow of Adam's clavicle, kissing the side of Adam's neck gently. Adam shivered as he felt Kris' tongue dart out against the column of his throat.
"Mmmm, don't start things you can't finish, Kristopher." Adam warned.
"Who said I wouldn't finish? Go lock the door." Kris said as he pulled back from Adam and stood, pulling his tie out of the shirt and taking it off quickly. Adam strode backwards to the door, his eyes on Kris as the younger man stripped. He locked the door and made sure the window in the door was fully blinded before racing out of his clothes on the way back to his partner.
Adam gathered the smaller man in his arms, picking him up easily and Kris wrapped his arms around Adam's waist, feeling their cocks rub together and throwing his head back. Adam pushed the empty coffee cup and two books out of the way and laid Kris down against the desk with his ass just slightly hanging over the edge. He trailed hot, lewd, open-mouth kisses down Kris' torso and made Kris moan and arch wantonly. Kris was panted as Adam breathed slowly over the head of his dick, then licked a swipe over the sensitive head. Adam smirked, then moved his head to lick at Kris' opening.
"Oh, GOD." Kris breathed out, the back of one hand across his eyes and the other entwined in Adam's silky black hair. Adam's tongue was probing, opening Kris with little effort and Kris instinctively opened his mouth as two of Adam's fingers came to rest on his lips. Adam raised up from between Kris' legs and climbed onto the desk, hovering over the smaller man and watching as Kris took his fingers into his mouth. He murmured into Kris' ear hotly,
"That's it, baby, get them wet, suck them like they're my cock." Kris bucked his hips against Adam's, and Adam pulled his fingers from Kris' mouth with a pop, then slid them inside of Kris quickly. Kris arched at the intrusion as Adam's fingers prepared him for what he wanted most.
"Now, please, Adam, I want you so much, so much." Kris panted against Adam's throat. Adam withdrew his fingers quickly, then lifted Kris' hips and slammed home in one thrust. A strangled moan ripped from Kris' throat as Adam maneuvered them so that Kris was straddling Adam's lap and Adam was sitting cross-legged on the desk. Adam nipped at the skin of Kris' throat, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make Kris take his lower lip between his teeth and make a keening noise.
"Come on, Kris, baby, bounce for me." Adam whispered gruffly and Kris obeyed, pulling himself up and sliding back down on Adam's cock, gasping aloud as he found the perfect angle, then Adam was thrusting up at the same time Kris was sliding down, doubling the intensity of the feeling of Adam pounding into his prostate.
Kris couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't speak, there was only this, them, together like they should be, two halves, made whole in this fiery, frantic, forbidden moment. And then Adam's hand was on Kris, jerking him in time with his thrusts and he was done. He threw his head back in ecstasy, and with a gasp of Adam's name, came onto Adam's chest. Adam groaned and thrust a final time, let out a strangled groan against Kris' neck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
"I love you, baby." Adam said as he pulled out.
"I love you, too." Kris sighed, then looked at the clock.
"Shit! Fifteen minutes, we gotta hurry." They scrambled around, getting dressed and ridding the room of any evidence of their coupling. Just as Adam unlocked the door, the first student opened it.
"Oh, hey, Mr. Lambert. What's up? Do we have rehearsal tonight?" He asked.
"Not much, just... welcoming Father Shaw's substitute. Yep. 7:30 in the auditorium, and you BETTER know your lines."
Adam said, turning to wave and wink at Kris as he made his way back to the Drama wing. The student ran to him.
"Mr. Lambert...weren't you wearing a white tie earlier?" He asked, confused. Adam looked down at the black tie around his neck and smiled to himself before saying,
"Costume changes are an art, Mr. Warren."
---
Kris' phone buzzed in his hand and he looked at it quickly before the last student entered the room.
Check your neck, babe.
Kris glanced into the window behind the desk, saw the tie, and smiled. The afternoon wouldn't be HALF as bad as the morning.