Hot For Teacher

Chapter 2

Pete spent the next two days thinking about Patrick. He didn't understand why he was obsessing over someone he hadn't actually met. By the third day, he'd finally managed to push Patrick to a corner in the back of his mind. Unfortunately, he also had class with Professor Stump again. So he put on his baggiest hoodie and tightest pants before he went to class. He flipped up his hood right before he walked into class, but he could still see that smile.

"Alright everyone, please find a seat so we can get started. We've got quite a bit to cover."

Pete hurried to the back row and slunk down in his seat, trying his best to be ignored. 'I can't see him, so he can't see me, right,' Pete thought to himself.

Halfway through class Pete felt himself drifting off to sleep an heard a beautiful, enchanting voice humming. He moved around a little to try to identify where it was coming from. But he swore it seemed to be coming from inside his head. He also heard "takeyourhoodieofftakeyourhoodieofftakeyourhoodieofftakeyourhoodieofftakeyourhoodieofftakeyourhoodieoff" being repeated in a seductive tone. Pete felt his hands following the instructions, although he didn't know why. But as soon as he did, the humming stopped. He sat up straight and looked all around him. Everyone one in the room was staring at him, including a seemingly amused Professor Stump.

"Did you have a nice map, Mr. Wentz? Are you fully caught up o your sleep now?" Patrick stared intently at Pete. Pete felt his cheeks start to blush.

"Uh... sure. Did anyone else hear that humming?"

"Ah, so you heard it too?" Patrick asked followed by a responding round of giggles. "That was you Mr. Wentz. You were humming happily while you slept. Apparently you wanted to be the center of attention. Well, wish granted," Patrick said with a smirk.

"It couldn't have been me. I know my voice, and it's not that pretty. This voice was so pretty and velvety smooth, it matched your face."

The class gasped and Patrick's cheeks turned pink.

"Fuck, sorry. I..." Pete babbled. "Sorry. It won't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't," Patrick said. "But I'd still appreciate it if you'd stay after class." Pete pouted as he nodded his agreement. He's at in silent alertness for the rest of the class, partially hoping to hear the humming again.

Pete stayed seated while the rest of the class exited the room. He watched Patrick fidget with stuff on the desk for a few moments until the door was shut and the last sounds of students had gone away.

Then the whole atmosphere changed. There was tension in the air. "So Mr. Wentz," Patrick finally started. "I am used to students falling asleep in my class from time-to-time. But I must say, having it done on the first real day of class is a new one to me."

Pete sputtered out an apology as Patrick walked up to him. Pete stared up at his gorgeous teacher, involuntarily licking his lips.

"Am I just not entertaining enough for you," Patrick asked as Pete felt the air around him shift again. Now he felt like he was in a fog and the words that his instructor was saying sounded like they were being spoken through glass.

"Is there something special I should do to keep your interest? Help me out here, Pete." Patrick said.

Pete felt his breathing quicken, his heart speed up, and his already tight pants getting tighter. "N... N... No. Nothing, sir."

Patrick squatted down next to Pete and ran his hand up Pete's back. "Are you sure about that," he whispered into Pete's ear. "I know many ways to keep your attention," Patrick purred as he slip his other hand across Pete's leg and onto the painfully confined bulge in Pete's pants. "Do you want a demonstration, Pete," Patrick asked in a hum, the same hum Pete had heard before. He turned his head around to Patrick. "So it was you!"