Not so innocent

FELIX'S POV

"Blair, we need to talk." I said as I fired up the car engine. The parking lot was empty at that time, so my anxiousness was at bay. However, I was still vigilant. If any faculty member saw me, I wasn't sure if I could give a justifiable reason why a student of mine was in my car at 8 o'clock at night.

"I think we do." He said softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

I don't know what took over me in my office, but all I could see was him. He consumed me, body and mind, and even though I was the one in control, ironically, I felt like I had lost it, like I had completely surrendered to my most primal desires. I had been battling with my mind, convincing myself that the attraction I felt for him was nothing serious, that I could easily see him every day and suppress my irrational, damning emotions.

For as hard as I tried to stay away, he pulled me in, and I didn't want it to stop.

When I sent him the text telling him that I was in my office, deep down I knew what would happen. He'd come in, I'd take in his gorgeous body, his handsome, innocent face, we'd tease each other, and we'd give in. It was inevitable, as if we were two magnets unable to stay away.

I wanted to truly see him, see how he reacted to my touch, how he gasped and whimpered. I wanted to hear the sound of my name coming from his lips, see him fight and try to resist his desires. It was all so intoxicating to me that just seeing him in that helpless, vulnerable state was enough to make me hard. It was his first time to be intimate with a fellow guy and inwardly I felt bad. I didn’t want to ruin him.

I drove out of the parking lot and decided to take the long way to his apartment.

"Here's the deal," I started, taking a deep breath in.

There was no avoiding having this conversation, and the sooner we had it, the better. "I wasn't planning for any of this to happen, Blair. I understand the consequences of being caught in a situation like this, so that's why I want to be 100% honest with you. What we're doing is serious, you understand that, right?"

He gulped, his anxiousness now obvious. God, even the way he fidgeted with his fingers and ran his hand through his hair innocently was attractive. "I know."

"If we were to be caught I would lose my job immediately. You'd be expelled on the spot, you understand that, right?"

He looked out the window. "Yes." His voice sounded small, meek.

"So, I want you to tell me, no banter, no teasing, no mind games: is this what you want?"

We stopped at a red light. He didn't respond right away, didn't even look in my direction. He was so nervous the air around us was thick with tension.

My heart was beating out of my chest when I reached for his hand and held it in mine, comforting him. "Is this what you want, Blair? Because I can't stop thinking about you. Even when you annoy me, which, frankly, is all the time."

He chuckled and turned his head to me, his fingers caressing my hand. "Yes, I want this. I understand why you want to be sure that I'm on board, but Felix, I'm an adult too. I can make my own decisions."

"What did I tell you about my name? You just like to be a brat."

"I don't remember establishing any rules." He said, a glint in his eyes.

Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea.

I pulled over in a secluded parking space. I turned my body to him, wanting his full attention. This was serious.

"Rule number one: we must be discreet. You know boy love is forbidden so no holding hands, no coffee dates in the middle of the day, PDA, none of that. Rule number two: absolutely no one can know about this, not your flat mates, not Maddox, not your parents. Rule number three: I'm your teacher first and foremost, so if you expect me to give you higher grades, you're mistaken. I won't be giving you special treatment, Mr De Montmorency."

He laughed endearingly as he fidgeted with my hand. I wasn't strong enough to pull it away, enjoying the firm but delicate touch.

"Rule number four: it's Professor, Dr Reynolds or Sir, get it?"

He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning closer to me. He lazily ran his fingers through my beard. Was he trying to make me think he wasn't hearing a word I was saying?

I gripped his hand and yanked it away. "Are you serious right now?" I asked, genuinely annoyed.

"I'm listening. Please continue, Sir." He said, emphasizing the word 'Sir'. I let go of his hand because, even though I'd never admit it, I was enjoying his gentle caressing.

"Rule number five: contact during working hours must be kept to a minimum. We both have important work that needs to get done." Blair ran his thumb over my lower lip as I said that. Oh God, what was he doing to me?. It was as if he was already experienced in loving fellow men.

"I think I'll have trouble with that one, Professor." He whispered. He let his other hand travel down my chest, over my pecs and down to my abdomen. "Are those all of your rules?"

I was having trouble focusing as he continued touching me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Get a grip, Felix, he's just a boy.

When I didn't reply, he spoke. "I have a few rules of my own that I'd like to add to the list."

He tucked two fingers inside my pants, pulling me towards him. I tried to conceal my astonishment at his bold move.

"Rule number six: if you think you're getting the upper hand every time, think again."

A shiver ran down my spine. He was so fucking sexy.

"We'll see about that." I said, finding his hand which was directly in front of my crotch and dragging it to the side. He smiled, noting my action. Our lips were inches from each other. "What else?"

He thought for a little bit, his hand which was on my beard moving to my hair, gently tugging. "Rule number seven: for rules to be added, subtracted or changed, there must be a formal discussion."

He turned his head sideways, landing his lips and tongue on my neck. Fuck fuck fuck. I was trying so hard to keep my voice straight.

"Hm, I agree." I said, my hand sliding down his back, stopping on his ass. "I have a few more rules in mind, but I'll leave them for another time."

He smiled against my skin. "Any rules on giving blowjobs in cars?"

My body froze. Holy fucking hell.

"Guess I was wrong about you, Mr De Montmorency. You're not as innocent as I thought." I gripped his ass, his body reacting to me.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." He said seductively. Then, both his hands traveled to my belt, unbuckling it. I reached for them, making him stop.

"I have to take you home, Blair." I said, looking into his eyes. It was not that I didn't want him to do it. I just wanted to take things slow with him. I had already lost control in my office and took it a bit too far. One step at a time.

He pulled away, sitting back down on his seat.

"Alright, Mr Responsible."

We spent the rest of the drive in comfortable silence.

When I parked and he undid his seatbelt, I reached for him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Remember the rules Blair. Tomorrow when we see each other, it's as if nothing has happened." I reminded him. He nodded, stepping out of the car and closing the door.

Before I could turn back the engine, he tapped his knuckles on the window. I opened it, his head peeking inside.

"You can call me B if you want." He said sweetly.

Here it was, his innocent, endearing self I couldn't get enough of.

I smiled mischievously. "If you behave, Mr De Montmorency."

I drove away, leaving him on the sidewalk. When I looked back at him through the rearview mirror, his face was buried in his hands, clearly overwhelmed by what had happened. He was twirling on the pavement like a boy who had just received the best news in the world.

Good to know we were feeling the same way.