“Raymond, you will be serving your detention time here this afternoon instead of Mrs. Brackston’s room. It appears she had to leave early,” Ray’s teacher Mr. Turos says eyeing the faux red-eyed blonde at the back of the classroom. Ray peers up from behind long blonde and black streaked bangs to the man sitting at the front of the room. He looks quickly over his English teacher’s features then back down to the words he was writing that were not for the in-class assignment. A few more minutes tick by and Ray finishes the work only seconds before the bell rings to end the day. Ray doesn’t even bother to pack up his books since he’s stuck in detention again. Sure Ray Sykes was a good student academic wise, he’s even been asked by several of the coaches to participate on the school’s athletic teams, but he turns them down, and there’s also the fact he has a tendency to get into trouble. His looks make the girls swoon and the straight guys angry even in his latest phase of punk. Ray changes the color of his eyes on an almost daily basis, sometimes even matching the outfit he chooses to wear that day. His blonde hair is streaked with black and he’s taken a liking to the bedhead look that seems to be popular with the females. That is the partial cause of his being in detention. A female student was openly flirting with him when it was known throughout the school that she was dating someone. The boyfriend took offense and caught him in the stomach with an uppercut but was pulled away before Ray could get his licks in. Since he was no stranger to the principal’s office he was labeled with some of the blame but only given detention as opposed to suspension.

The other students file out into the hall along with others with the last one closing the door behind him and shutting the pair off to the thriving hallway of slamming lockers, laughter, and the movement of the student body to their traditional afterschool rituals. Ray pays none of it any mind as he looks over the words, the sounds in the hall fade away and the silence is the same as in the classroom. Time passes and the only sounds heard are pens moving on papers.

“Writing songs again?” Mr. Turos asks taking a break from grading papers. Ray takes his gaze from the notebook to the teacher. The older man looks back at him with a warm look, not the emotionless one that he’s known for among the student populace. Ray had left his notebook in a rush to leave one day and the English teacher discovered his talent for songwriting. When it was returned to him the next day there were comments written on just about every page and even a few grammatical corrections here and there. He never forgot his notebook again.

When Ray first transferred to Lanley High, many told him to keep his distance from the English teacher, one Alexander Turos. He didn’t go by Alex among his peers and he always appeared cold and calculating. He gave tough assignments as if he liked seeing his students get bad grades. Some of the closet high school gays even went as far as telling him not to be pulled in by Turos’s striking looks. Dark red hair that fell in waves just below his ears was never seen unkempt. He had the face of a model, high cheekbones, slim nose and a strong jaw that were coupled with a pair of ice blue eyes that catch your attention immediately; so much so that you fail to notice the light dusting of freckles that run over the bridge of his nose. The first thing Ray noticed when he saw this man up close was the freckles. He found them the most alluring part of the man’s face, as if not having them would have made Alexander Turos an average beautiful instead of the heart-racing, dream worthy beautiful. The English teacher had lips that made all the girls weak in the knees, just the right amount of lusciousness that made you want to kiss them swollen. His lips were the second thing Ray noticed. 

“Maybe,” Ray says turning to a clean sheet of paper. He hears Mr. Turos stand up from his desk but doesn’t bother to look up as his pen starts moving and lines of words appear on the page. As he wrote, Ray’s thoughts went back to the very first time he met his now English teacher. These thoughts provide him with a bevy of material to create lyrics.

Ray’s parents had moved to this city just as school was done for the summer. His prior research of things of interest led him to a club that catered to his preference. Ray doesn’t look like the typical seventeen year old and he always finds a way to use it to his advantage. His hair, simply blonde at the time fell just below his shoulder blades and he kept it pulled back in a low ponytail. His frame, a slender form of masculinity gave people the guise of him being a college student that probably works his way through school. Ray came across a club that fed his desires for music, dancing, and males in tight clothing. Armed with his stash of fake IDs, he heads to a place called Blue, a club that’s tucked neatly within a warehouse district that has been converted for night life of all kinds. He flashes his ID to the beefy looking bouncer in hopes that the larger man is more interested in the look of the person standing in front of him than on a piece of plastic. The man waves him in and it’s off to the bar for a hard drink and a good view of the dance floor.

That’s where Ray spotted him. His hair was longer, reaching just past his shoulders and held back with a tie. The sight of his lithe body had Ray missing the straw in his Long Island Iced Tea several times as he watched the slightly taller man move among the bodies. The man’s upper body was covered in a micro-mesh long sleeved top that was practically sheer as he moved to the beat. The shirt tucked into the tightest pair of jeans he’d ever seen on another man. How he moved in them Ray never knew. After managing to drink most of his beverage, Ray made his way to the dance floor and worked his way over to the object of his fascination that night. The man moved like he was a descendant of rhythm itself. He stirred Ray in all the right places. Once he was in reach of this length of fluid sensuality, Ray reached out to touch the man’s body but was stopped by long elegant fingers. The man laced his fingers with Ray’s and pulled Ray flush with his heated body. Ray moved with him like it was commonplace for him to be there, against lean sculpted muscles that teased him through the thin material that made up the man’s clothing.

The music slowed to a tempo that had people grinding against each other even more so than the last. The man guided Ray into the restroom where it was possible to have a conversation. The only conversation held between the two was the moans and gasps as all of their movements on the dance floor were mere foreplay. If they weren’t the only ones in the restroom Ray didn’t care. He wanted this red haired man’s skin to be moving against his own heated flesh. The man didn’t disappoint as soon they were pressed skin to skin in one of the spacious stalls. Each felt the others need and fed from it as hands and mouths touched and tasted as much as they could.

Ray suppressed a shudder as he remembered that first time. Those long fingers that held dry-erase markers with ease set his skin ablaze that night. His mouth had Ray gasping and moaning in his sleep almost every night as his mind played over the sights and sensations of the man taking his length with practiced ease, his tongue milking his slit of every possible drop and teasing his shaft until he had no other choice but to explode and give the man what he wanted. That same mouth would demand from him again and again before it decided Ray was milked enough.

Ray never desired to be a bottom, but when he came along this man, his body did whatever Alexander Turos wanted it to do. Ray couldn’t believe it himself the second time the pair met. Turos took him back to his townhouse and did all kinds of wicked things to Ray that had him begging to be plowed by the man’s thick gorgeous length. Meetings afterward were along the same lines of the older man sending Ray to unheard of levels of bliss and Ray wanting more. Ray closes his eyes for a second to let the sensation wash over him before looking up to see his teacher propping himself on the desk in front of him and leaning on his thigh.

“I noticed that you didn’t hand in your in-class assignment,” Turos says with a voice that only Ray’s heard, that deep tenor voice that’s called out his name time and time again when Ray returned the favor. Ray loved pleasuring the man in front of him. Several of their encounters in Blue during the summer rarely consisted of dancing on the dance floor. Ray lets his eyes wander over Turos’s form, only seeing the skin beneath the starch pressed shirt and iron-creased slacks. He visions rosy pink nipples hard and aching to be in his mouth, a firm red length dripping with cream and being smeared along that delicious jut of flesh as the man breathes heavily in his ear. Ray licks his lips as he stares at Turos’s crotch, his fingers itching to drop the pen and take something thicker and more responsive, “Raymond, Raymond. Are you listening to me?”

Ray blinks and shakes his head, trying to rid his mind of those naughty thoughts for a moment, “Huh?”

Mr. Turos sighs, “What type of lyrics were you thinking up just now?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Then what were you thinking about?”

“Sucking on your nipples and stroking your cock.”

“Raymond, you can not speak such thoughts out loud,” Mr. Turos says with frantic eyes, “Anybody could hear you and then my career would be ruined as a teacher.”

“Then don’t ask me what I’m thinking when you’re this close to me,” Ray says sitting back in his chair, “You should know that by now Alex.”

“And do not call me Alex. It’s Alexander or Mr. Turos when on school grounds.”

“Whatever.”

Mr. Turos sighs again and stands, “I still need your assignment.”

“I didn’t write on the presented topic.”

“Just hand in whatever lyrics you were working on then. I will return it to you tomorrow.”

“Not happenin’. I’ll give you the assignment tomorrow with my homework.”

“Raymond in case you forgot, I’m the teacher here. Just give it to me.”

Ray smirks, “Trust me, I can give you something much better than something on a sheet of paper.”

Mr. Turos is not fazed by the teenager’s comments. After the blonde put two and two together on their first meeting at the beginning of the school year, the teen would always find ways to slip in innuendos to try and break his cold exterior. He knew very well that the six one teen could make good on his promises. Their last encounter over the previous weekend was proof of that, “Just give it to me anyway.”

Ray shrugs, “Ok,” he tears out the previous sheet of paper and hands it to Turos just as the bell rings ending detention. Ray packs his books and walks out of the classroom not bothering to look back at Mr. Turos.

 

 

Ray wakens to the sound of his phone alerting him of a text message. He rubs his eyes as he picks up his phone. He flips it open and looks over the message. Detention with me. Ray smiles and replies, Sure. He closes his eyes after setting his phone back on the nightstand. He let his thoughts take him back to the first time he turned the tables on Alexander Turos. It had taken him only a few days to get over the surprise of seeing his dancing partner standing in front of his AP English class at the beginning of the school year. His hair was shorter, stopping just below his ears. His expressive face now like stone as he addressed his class. Starched shirts and slacks hid his lean muscular frame from sight. It was like night and day.

The weekend was fast approaching and while many had plans that had nothing to do with teachers or schoolwork, Ray was finding out a way to get the dreaded Saturday detention. He had overheard that Turos was the supervisor of this weekend’s detention and so he made it a point to show up late to his English class for three days in a row. The third offence landed him with his goal. He arrived that morning and went to the designated room. It was a small one with no windows and no way to look in through the door. He walked in and looked at his teacher coolly as he took the seat right in front of him. Time passed and when it came apparent that he was the only one for Saturday detention he started in on his teacher.

“You cut your hair,” he says to the older man.

“Excuse me?”

“It was longer this past summer.”

“…What do-,”

“Come off it Alex, I know you know who I am.”

“My name is-,”

“Alexander Turos, yes, I know,” Ray says getting up from his seat. He steps up and leans over on the desk, face inches from Turos, “But you loved it when I’d scream out Alex.”

Ice blue eyes stare back at him, “We can not talk about that here.”

“Why not? No one can hear us? Hell, no one’s here other than the janitor and from what I’ve heard he’s always fuckin’ around somewhere other than inside,” Ray looks over to the door then back to Turos, “No one can see us either.”

“Just what are you implying Raymond,” Turos says evenly.

“That I can have my cock in your ass before lunchtime.”

Ray smiles as he remembers the man’s resistance, but in the end at eleven forty by his watch, he had Turos bent over the plain fake wooden desk his length driving into his dancing partner’s body. It started with a simple question and answer session then Ray decided to up the ante by the one getting a correct answer would win something from the loser. It was simple enough, a pen, a paperclip, but it evolved into a caress, a lick, a kiss. The kiss being as far as the teacher would go then Ray got creative and chose to place kisses on different parts of the body. Ray had him beat when the next part of the body he chose was the butt; to be more specific, the naked butt. He purposely answered his question wrong. Turos protested but had originally agreed to the terms. He took his teacher’s chair with his legs on either side of Turos and waited as Turos untucked his shirt from the gray casual slacks he wore that day. Turos was impatient as he lowered his slacks and dark blue boxers just enough so that some of his luscious behind was revealed to his student but Ray was not having any of that. He pulled them down to his ankles and held the creamy firm globes in his hands, his fingers squeezing into the flesh. He remembered Turos in an almost panicked state as they could hear footsteps echoing down the hall in their direction, the jingle of keys told them that it was the janitor and for a slight moment Ray wondered if the man would open the unlocked door. To his relief and Turos’s, the janitor kept walking. Ray then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his teacher’s right cheek, then his left. Turos tried to move away after the first kiss but found himself not wanting to as the teen’s hands roamed over his exposed skin. Truth be told, he missed his encounters with the younger man. The kisses grew more intense and then Turos was on the receiving end just as Ray said he would. That started a series of meetings between the two during the school year. Each time they met, one would win the other over and take them until they had their fill on that occasion. Many of the times saw Alexander as the winner, but Ray got in times of his own.

 

 

Ray struts in late to his English class. Turos looks on as the tight jean clad student makes his way to his seat in the back of the classroom. He gives Ray the eye once the blonde sits and goes on with the lesson. Two minutes before the bell rings to signal the end of the day Mr. Turos looks up from the papers he grading to his class.

“Raymond, just so we are clear, you have detention this afternoon for being late,” he says. Ray looks up from his notebook and shrugs at him then goes back to his writing, a grin hidden by his messy hairstyle.

The bell finally rings freeing the other students from another day of school torture save for their resident bad boy. As the last one out closes the door, Ray’s already thinking about what’s to come. He looks at Alexander through messy bangs as the teacher sits at he desk grading papers. For the next six minutes Ray watches the redhead’s every move, the way his hand circles something wrong on a student’s paper, the way his head would tilt to the side as he pondered on what a student was trying to say before writing a comment down, how his lips would press together when he thought an answer was just plain stupid. Ray focuses his attention on the sounds outside in the hall. Once he determines that it is safe he gets up from his desk, goes over to the door and locks it. Alexander looks up at him for a moment then goes back to grading the paper in front of him. Ray then walks over to the window and close the blinds just enough so that one would really have to look hard to see if anything was going on inside the room. He walks over to Alexander and takes the blue pen from his hand. The older man looks up at his student the iciness in his eyes gone as soon as the last student left the room. Ray tosses the pen on the desk as Alexander reaches up to run his fingers along the design on Ray’s shirt. Ray watches those elegant fingers play at his shirt before moving down to slip beneath the cotton to his heated skin. He feels his body react as questing fingers make their way upward revealing the taunt defined flesh.

“You wrote that on purpose, didn’t you,” he says.

Ray smiles, “I had a feeling you’d like it.”

“You like me taking you?” Alexander says leaning in to kiss Ray just above his navel.

“Never really thought I would.”

“I do have a bit more experience in this department.”

“That’s only because….mmmm…you’re older. You’ve had more….chances…to fuck…”

Alexander’s left hand comes to unbutton the tight jeans housing Ray’s growing length while his right makes it to the teen’s left nipple. Ray’s zipper goes down and so his eyes fall close as Alexander takes hold of him. The teen pulls the shirt over his head as his teacher moves to tease his right nipple. He looks down at the older man as his lips ghost along his awakening shaft, Ray had to fight the urge to run his hands through Alexander’s hair since they are on school grounds. Some appearances must be kept. He grabs hold of the side of the desk as his teacher’s lips part at the tip of his erection and a wet tongue darts out to taste the liquid seeping from the slit.

“Fuck…Alex…stop teasing….we…don’t have that kind of….” words are lost to him as the man takes him in one go. Ray leans forward and grips Alexander’s shoulders fighting the urge to thrust into the wet den of his teacher’s mouth. Ray doesn’t take notice of the long elegant fingers missing from exploring his body until he feels the material of Alexander’s shirt moving at his hands. He opens his eyes to see the man removing his shirt and releases his grip on his shoulder. Alexander reluctantly lets go of the nubile young flesh to remove his A-shirt then swiftly takes him back into his mouth.

Alexander knows that Ray has to be quiet or risk being caught, with that the older man tastes all along his length, teasing every spot and hearing the tight-lipped moans that Ray’s forced to give instead of letting his pleasure be heard to any that would happen to walk by. Alexander pushes down the faded jeans, hands wandering over trembling thighs as the confining material soon plops to the boy’s ankles. Ray steps out of his shoes and jeans baring his all to the heated ice blue gaze of his lover. After another minute of teasing Alexander pulls back and reaches into his pocket. Retrieving the small tube he brought with him, he pours the warm substance over his fingers as Ray quickly moves papers out of the way on the desk. Alexander slips his fingers between the teen’s legs easily finding his target. His index finger slides in with barely any resistance and searches out the magic spot to cause Ray to stop his movements. A second, then third join the initial invader as the teacher captures the ripe head of his lover in his mouth again.

Ray finds himself trembling at his lover’s ministrations and tries to move to a more stable footing but Alexander keeps him in place until he’s satisfied that Ray is ready. As soon as those long fingers leave him Ray moves to the spot he cleared on the desk and putting the older man between his legs. He watches as Alexander takes another look over his body before standing and opening his pants. Ray leans forward as the sounds of Alexander’s belt create noise in the room to take a swipe at a pert nipple drawing a soft hiss from the older man. Ray smiles and licks at the tender nub again while bringing his hands around to cup the firm creamy cheeks of his teacher. Alexander lets himself be drawn closer as his slacks pool at his ankles and his nipple cared for by Ray’s mouth.

Time indeed is limited for the pair and Alexander pulls away from the alluring mouth and spreads his lover’s legs wider. Ray leans back on his forearms as the man finds his entrance with this dripping tip and pushes gently. Once his head is inside Alexander leans over his younger lover and kisses him passionately as he thrusts in to the hilt, his mouth absorbing Ray’s groan. He can waste no time enjoying the warm tight heat of his student lover and withdraws from him only to plunge back in. His pace does quicken after a few strokes and Alexander’s bent over his lover with his face buried in the crook of his neck, the short deep thrusts hitting his lover’s sweet spot ever time causing both of then to cover their moans in each other’s necks. Ray grips his teacher tight as he slips his hand in between their bodies to intensify his pleasure. Alexander thrusts faster as the tunnel he’s wrapped inside squeezes him adding a greater friction and joy to both.

It is only moments when Ray gives in to his bliss, his evidence splashing between them, his grip on his teacher’s length harder sending the redhead into his own. Heavy pants fill the air as the two come down from their high just in time for the bell to ring ending detention. Alexander slowly withdraws from Ray and places a light kiss on his lips, “We will have to continue this somewhere so I can hear you call my name Ray,” he says looking over his lover’s cream splattered body.

“My folks are heading out of town tonight,” Ray says sitting up and taking the tissue his teacher offers him, “Maybe I should stay over at your place tonight and continue my detention. How does that strike you, Alex.”