This is a non-consensual gay erotic story, all characters are 18 or over.
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"Sir?"
Alexander held back an agitated sigh at the sound of the voice behind him, the soft and tentative cadence all to familiar to him. He schooled his expression into one of indifference before he turned to face his student.
"I'm busy, Jon."
No matter how blunt he was with the boy, it never seemed to stave him off for long. It was like Jon was starved for attention, and any scrap of it Alexander threw his way was very quickly gobbled up.
"Oh, y-yes, I'm sorry, sir, I just wanted to give you this."
Jon reached out a slender hand, and Alexander couldn't help but notice how small his wrists were. The boy was usually dressed in clothes two sizes too big for him, so he never really noticed before.
Perhaps Jon was the youngest of a very large brood, with a closet filled with hand-me-downs. That was probably why the brat followed him around like a lost puppy any chance he got, or why he insisted on raising his hand at every bloody question Alexander posed to the class-- seemingly never deterred by his clear dislike of him.
Alexander was a university economics professor with an ever-growing vexation towards his students... but Jon was a special kind of aggravating-- the kind that lingered on long after the day was over.
It was hard to describe, really-- this abject irritation Jon brought him, with his obnoxiously oversized seeing-glasses and baggy clothes, the unkempt mop of chestnut curls that hung heavy over his eyes and shielded half of his face.
At least the hair helped to hide those hideous glasses.
"What is it?"
Alexander sighed, swallowing the scowl that threatened to twist his lips into something nasty.
Jon blinked, a tremor running through his outstretched arm as he opened his hand to show his teacher what was in it.
"Um, it's a 1916 Standing Liberty quarter."
Alexander's jaw dropped, instantly reaching forward and grasping the boy's wrist in a vice-like grip, not missing the wince Jon tried to hide before he then unleashed a nervous smile.
"What..."
Alexander started, but no other words came. He was dumbstruck, utterly and irrevocably dumbstruck. He released his hold on him.
A 1916 Standing Liberty? What the actual fuck.
Jon spoke again once it was evident that his teacher wasn't going to continue, the boy's nervous chatter filling the empty classroom in a way that was all too familiar. From the very day Jon had started his class.
"I knew you wanted it for your coin collection... and I, well, I found this one at a garage sale and thought of, um, y-you."
Alexander's lip twitched.
He shot his hand out suddenly, grasping Jon's outstretched wrist again, wrapping his fingers around it. When he tightened his grip, Jon winced and sucked in a pained gasp. Alexander yanked him forward and the boy fell into him with a whimper.
"I don't remember telling my students of that particular hobby of mine, Mr D'Boise."
After a long drawn-out moment, he let Jon go, watching him stumble back, face flushed a deep and satisfying scarlet.
A strange flash of heat shot through Alexander's gut at the sight, his eyes taking in the boy's red face and glassy eyes. He wasn't crying yet, but he was close to it. It was a good look on him.
Interesting.
Alexander cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest before he stared down his trembling student.
"Nothing to say, D'Boise? That's unusual for you."
Jon's bottom lip started to wobble but he held his stance, the only movement he made was to raise his arm once again to present the coin, palm up in offering.
"Please t-take it, sir."
Alexander had to fight off a smirk. The boy was a nuisance, that still rang true... but there was something about him now-- all whimpering and red-faced, clearly distressed yet still so eager to please.
Very interesting.
He took the coin with a withering sigh, telling himself that it was because he wanted to shut the boy up and not, in fact, because he had been searching for that bloody coin for way too bloody long.
It was rare, but it wasn't exactly impossible to find. He could have bought the coin a long time ago, if he wanted to, but it was hideously expensive and it would have been a painful purchase on a teacher's salary.
"Off you go, D'Boise, you're late for your next class."
***
Alexander had developed a new game this week. A game that had turned out to be rather... entertaining.
Every time he asked the class a question, or requested any kind of participation at all-- Jon predictably raised his hand, as he always did-- but this time... Alexander chose him.
The words 'Yes, Jon?' had become an interesting addition to his vocabulary.
And what was so fun about this new game? Seeing Jon's look of shock at finally being chosen, and the subsequent blush that came with it.
He would stammer and stutter through his answers, eyes wide and fast-blinking as he held Alexander's steady gaze.
Alexander should have done this months ago.
He was noticing Jon's demeanour change too; where before he was starving for the attention he so craved-- it was like now that he had gotten a good taste of it, he was ferociously ravenous for more.
He devoured every morsel Alexander gifted him, and Alexander watched with a burgeoning interest as the boy began to hang onto his every word-- witnessing when Jon's eyes started to linger on him for longer than was appropriate, only for him to then hastily drop his gaze and flush whenever Alexander caught him.
He felt a familiar heat curl in his belly as he watched Jon now, the boy's shy smile tugging at his plush lips as he took down the notes written on the board, happy with himself for getting Alexander's latest question right once again.
He really was so easy to please. Like a puppy.
Just a shame about his appearance... but even that was growing on him a little.
The bell rang then, and his class quickly stuffed away their books in their bags and headed to the door.
"Mr D'Boise, a word, please."
Jon stopped short, almost wobbling on the spot as he was jostled from either side by students rushing to get to lunch.
When the classroom was finally empty, Alexander motioned the boy forward before he settled himself in his seat behind the large front desk, holding Jon's eyes with his steel gaze.
"You... y-you wanted to see me, sir?"
Alexander didn't say a word, just continued to stare him down until the boy was a wriggling bundle of nerves.
When he did finally speak, Jon jumped, as if the sound of his voice had startled him.
"You've impressed me this week, Jon."
The boy shivered, actually shivered, his eyes going wide behind the thick frames of his glasses.
"Oh, thank you, sir, I-- thank you."
He breathed, clasping his hands together in front of him as his cheeks filled with blood.
