The Lecture Series

Exposing the Lecture (Part 3)

Mew rolled him over onto his back as he hovered over him. His lips found Gulf's neck and barely skimmed, as he roamed over the expanse of skin, inhaling loudly, breathing in Gulf's natural scent. Gulf moaned, his hands sliding into the sheets below him and fisting them. He closed eyes, his breath coming in ragged spurts as the anticipation built within him.
Suddenly, the lips pulled away from his neck and he looked up, his eyes blinking open slowly in confusion. Mew had backed off the bed and stood above him smiling wickedly.

"It's study time, you promised me an hour."

"Mew!" He whined.

"Ah ah! You promised, go get your bag."

Gulf crawled off the bed, sullen. He shuffled to the front of Mew's older, Victorian style house and grabbed his bag from the elegant foyer. He hadn't made it far into the house before he was attacked by Mew. He passed by cozily decorated rooms of warm browns and beige furniture. Everything about his professor screamed expensive, warm, and old-fashioned.
He made it to the bedroom and balked when he found Mew at the head of the bed, his back pressing against the headboard and his legs spread. He patted the spot in between his legs and smiled at Gulf. He smiled back at him as he wriggled back onto the large four poster bed.
He snuggled in, his back snug against Mew's front and he opened his book.
He brought his knees up and balanced the book on them as he began reading aloud. Mew's arms wrapped around his waist and his chin came up to rest on his shoulder as he peeked over at the book. Gulf leaned his head again Mew's and yawned, before continuing the passage he was reading.

"Are you tired?" Mew asked his lips ghosting over Gulf's ear.

"No, stop distracting me." He scolded even as he nestled in deeper.

"Are you sure? You sound tired."

"I'm positive."

"I-"

"Shhhh!"

Mew snapped his lips shut and Gulf snickered returning to his studies as Mew continued to read over his shoulder, patient. An hour flew by quickly as Gulf reviewed all the parts he figured would be on the test. He didn't ask Mew because he knew the man wouldn't tell him anything about his class.

"An hour is up Mew" Gulf said, his tone giddy as he twisted around to Mew and his face fell. He looked on in exasperation as he watched Mew, his face slackened in sleep and a light snore piercing the air.

He debated on waking him up to fulfill their deal, but the peacefulness surrounding the professor caused him to hesitate. He couldn't disturb him. Putting his books back in his bag, Gulf moved quietly as he pulled Mew down into a more comfortable position on the spacious mattress and tucked the dark brown duvet around him. He sat back and stared at Mew as he recalled the last five months of their quasi relationship. His initial thought of this man being able to make his deepest fantasies come to life had been correct, hell they had even invented new ones. Yet, the sex wasn't all that Gulf looked forward to anymore, he missed the professor's smile when they weren't together. The laughs they shared, the endless debates and intellectual conversations kept him coming back for more. There was this innately sexy, yet soft and naive side to Mew that was a treasure to witness.

Scrambling under the duvet, Gulf settled alongside Mew, his nose pressed against his sculpted chest as his scent lulled him to sleep and his head rested on Mew's muscular bicep. He coasted to sleep with his head full of thoughts about his professor.

The next morning Gulf awoke early, his eyes opening and landing on Mew's angelic face. He was so lucky he mused as his fingers danced over Mew's supple cheeks, drawing designs and ruminating on his flawlessness.
Mew's eyes opened slowly as his long lashes fluttered, casting a shadow on the cheek Gulf was currently drawing on.