|The 'ass' in pass
Author: Profound Yaoi PM
Spencer is studying for his third PhD. He is struggling to stay awake in one of his elective classes one day, when his new professor catches his eye. Oneshot. Warning: homoerotic; lemons. Disclaimer: I own nothing!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Remus L. & S. Reid - Chapters: 2 - Words: 11,689 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 172 - Follows: 67 - Updated: 12-23-11 - Published: 01-20-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6670092
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Spencer made it to class on time. Just. Luckily, there was a seat at the back, where the lights were dimmer. He didn't know what he looked like, but it couldn't be innocent…
Smirking, he pulled out his notebook and focussed on the lecture.
Remus sat back on his chair, still naked. Spencer had been gone for five minutes, but the werewolf was still hard.
The chair squeaked as he leant back; his hand sliding down to his penis, grasping it firmly, pumping it slowly; remembering the amazing sex they'd had, only minutes before.
He remembered how Spencer looked from behind as he fucked into him; the pert little arse flushed red, the tight little hole squeezing his cock; the delicious moans and gasps spilling over the plump, pink lips and the way the boy met every thrust; fucking himself on Remus, lost in his own pleasure.
With a breathy gasp, Remus came all over his hand, finally going limp. He couldn't wait to see Spencer again.
By the end of his lecture, Spencer was fidgeting in his seat. He clicked his pen, doodled in the margin of his notebook, tucked his hair behind his ears a million times and bounced his leg impatiently.
Come on! Why do they have three-hour lectures!
He knew he didn't have to stay for the whole class if he didn't want to… but he didn't want to miss anything extra that the professors might add. And he knew he didn't need the extra comments as much as the rest of the class, but damnit! He was there to learn and do well! He wasn't there to mess around with his professor. His insanely attractive professor. His insanely attractive, intelligent, generous, wonderful, kind, perfect, sexy and hung-like-a-horse professor. Fuck. He checked his watch. Two minutes to go.
Remus looked at his clock. Spencer's class would end in two minutes… and forty-five seconds… but he preferred to round down.
He'd had to dress himself once more, after his little round of 'alone time', ad he had a meeting with the dean of the Arts department.
The eccentric little man had checked Remus' study plan and marking methods for about half an hour before leaving to interrogate some other poor fool stupid enough to hand in their resume to the university.
To pass the last two hours (and twenty-five minutes!), Remus tidied his desk, restocked his coffee and chocolate stashes and checked his email. And read a chapter in his latest Harlequeen novel ("The best romantic novels for gay men!").
He shuffled his papers and looked at the clock again. One minute. And thirty seconds. (But, again, he preferred to round down.) The wait was killing him!
"… and that concludes this week's chapter. Any questions?" Finally! As soon as the professor finished speaking, Spencer was gone. He had to force himself to walk (although briskly) to Remus' office.
He hid his excitement with his messenger bag.
At the soft, yet hurried, knock, Remus was out of his chair and answering the door in no time. He fussed with his clothes for a little before opening, but no longer than a second.
As he opened the door, however, his smile faltered.
"Reid, my boy!" At the call, Spencer looked around to see a tall, elderly man with a neatly-groomed head of pure-white hair and an equally-groomed moustache and beard. It was the university's vice chairman, Dr Reynolds. Spencer groaned mentally.
"Hello, Dr Reynolds," he gave a small smile, trying to hide his impatience.
"How are you settling in? I trust you've been studying hard and learning as much as you can?" He winked. "Not that you need to, eh?" Chortling, he thumped Spencer on the back. "Where're you off to in such a hurry?"
"Oh. Uh… I have a meeting with Professor Lupin… about my next paper," he couldn't think of anything else, but because he was practically at Remus' door, he couldn't really say anything else either.
"Excellent! I'll join you. I have to speak with him myself. You know… checking on the new staff; making sure they're doing their jobs… Lupin seems to be doing well though. How are you finding his classes? Is he helpful? Informative? Approachable?"
"Well… yes. I'm going to meet him about my paper… so he's helping me and is approachable. And his lectures are informative and interesting…" He really didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe he was being cock-blocked by the vice chairman!
"Excellent! That's wonderful to hear!" The old man beamed, thumping him on the back once more. "Ah, here we are!" He gestured to Spencer to do the honours of knocking.
Remus answered the door smiling brightly, but soon dimmed to a softer, rather confused, smile when he saw Spencer was not alone.
Spencer tried to give him an apologetic look, but Remus was focussed on the man behind him.
"Dr Reynolds! What a pleasant surprise!" He ushered them both in, not closing the door behind them.
"What can I do for you, Dr Reynolds?" Remus asked, trying not to sound put off in any way. He avoided looking at Spencer, in case the look in his eyes gave anything away.
"I was just dropping by to check on you, Lupin. I met Reid on the way. He tells me good things about you, son." The old man smiled, leaning back in the visitor's chair, folding his arms across his chest.
"Does he, now? I didn't know you had spies in my class, Dr," he joked, taking a seat at his desk.
"Ha! You'd be surprised, young man!"
After working at Hogwarts, Remus didn't doubt that for a second.
"I'll wait outside, Professor; Dr Reynolds," Spencer excused himself. Remus could have punched the man before him.
"Sorry, Reid. I'll be quick, I promise. Just a routine check-up," the man smiled, not sounding apologetic at all. Once the door closed, he continued speaking to Remus. "Sorry; I didn't know you had an appointment, kiddo. I'll be out of here soon!" He readjusted himself in the chair. "I just wanted to make sure you're settling in ok and not becoming too stressed."
"Everything's fine. It's only my first week and my class is small, so I don't have a lot of marking to do… and I'm an assistant-lecturer in the other courses, so I don't have too much to juggle." Reynolds nodded, leaning forward.
"The thing is, Lupin," he paused, seeming to become uncomfortable. "In the last few… years… the European Mythology course has… well, it hasn't been receiving enough enrolments. I also came to tell you that… if next semester doesn't see three-hundred enrolments in your course, we'll have to cancel the programme," he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from Remus. "I hate to do that… but it just isn't receiving enough funding. But from what I've heard from other staff and some of the students, you're good at your job and you're enthusiastic about teaching… and your qualifications are excellent.'
"So… what're you trying to say?" He was getting nervous. His heart felt like it was sinking.
'Right. Well… to cut to the chase… if we do get rid of your mythology course, you will still have a job with us in another area. That is… if you're interested in taking on another class full time?"
The sick feeling disappeared and Remus grinned. He could sing! The mythology course was ridiculous and boring as hell to teach. He'd love to pursue a different area! And he said so, making Reynolds laugh with him.
"Wonderful! The board and I will let you know the final decision next semester, after the enrolments are finalised. If you have under three-hundred students, even by one, that will be the last semester of your course. And you will them take up another full-time position of whatever area is available."
"Thank you! That's… fantastic!" Remus grinned broadly, shaking the man's hand. Reynolds chuckled.
"Not to worry, my boy. Now, answer Reid's questions. I think he's been more than patient with us!" Reynolds then let himself out, holding the door open for Spencer.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Remus attacked, pulling his student close, plunging his tongue into the delicious little mouth; his hand practically ripping the boy's pants open and diving in, rubbing and squeezing him to full arousal.
When he finally came up for air, Remus' hand continued its ministrations, as he peppered Spencer with kisses and nips; his other hand cupping his cheek.
"Remus… Mmm… Remus, " Spencer struggled to coherently string more than a couple of words together, but Remus stopped, allowing his student to speak. "What was Reynolds here for? That was longer than a check-up," he brought his hands to Remus' face, tracing the deliciously-plump lower lip with a thumb. The lips under his thumb stretched into a smile before sucking in the digit.
Finally, Remus decided to answer his student.
"He just came in to offer me some job security… even if this mythology course is closed down after next semester," he smiled, resuming his previous activities; exploring his student's neck with his mouth.
Spencer felt himself relax into Remus' touches. He'd been worrying that something was wrong, when the vice chairman had been in the office for more than ten minutes.
"I'm so happy for you," he gasped as Remus nipped hid throat. "But… at the moment… we need to be naked."
With that, he proceeded to strip his professor of all unnecessary clothing. He smiled as Remus chuckled, reciprocating.
"You have no idea… how long… the last three hours… and fifteen minutes… and forty-five seconds have been," he kissed along Remus' neck, chest, stomach; as he lowered the work slacks and underwear for the second time that day.
Remus gave an amused hum.
"Spencer… it was three hours, fifteen minutes and fourty-seven seconds," he corrected.
"I prefer to round down," he grinned letting Remus step out of his trousers once more.
Soon, Spencer had Remus back in his desk chair, hands in a white-knuckle grip, as he licked, nibbled and sucked.
"Ugh… Spencer… stop teasing!" Remus moaned as the boy's tongue danced along the underside of his cock. His only reply was Spencer's own amused hum , sending pleasant vibrations along the shaft, directly to his balls.
Spencer loved he sounds of Remus' pleasure… and the sounds of the chair squeaking every time hid professor moved.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
Letting go of the delicious appendage with a 'pop', he grinned and stood up.
Before he knew what was happening, Spencer had let go of Remus' penis and had squatted in front of him; treating him with a show of his student preparing himself, sliding his slender fingers inside himself, one at a time.
The boy had his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, slack from the feeling of his own fingers wriggling around, preparing himself for Remus' cock.
Remus groaned, gripping his penis once more that day; using Spencer's saliva, he stroked himself steadily, focussing on his student squatting before him, one hand reaching behind and under; fingers buried deep inside; the other slowly massaging his testicles, occasionally coming up to relieve the pressure from his weeping cock.
Finally, Spencer removed his digits from his anal cavity, stood up and approached Remus still in his desk chair, dick in hand.
Without a word, the younger man slung one of his long legs over the arm of the chair, balancing himself before seating his widened hole all the way down on his professor's dick. With a moan from both, Spencer swung his other leg around and over the other arm; grinding himself down further in the process; holding the back of the chair to keep himself upright.
Remus moaned; the feeling of Spencer's tight little arse gripping him almost sent him over the edge. He gripped his student's waist and lifted him, only to drop him once more. This time, both men gasped at the feeling; both writhing in agonising rapture as the other moved against them, setting their bodies alight.
After the initial penetration's oversensitivity, they found their rhythm.
Spencer bounced on Remus' cock, giving himself extra lift with the back of the chair, while Remus thrust himself up whenever his student slid back down, clenching every other time.
With every movement, the chair squeaked, adding to the noise of the moans and gasps and "Oh, fuck"s.
"Squeak. Squeak. Squeak," became "Squeaksqueaksqueak" as their pace increased.
Remus was losing control; his hands were most likely bruising Spencer's hips as he lifted him until just the head of his penis was inside the tight little ring, before slamming him back down again and again, beating the boy's prostate every other thrust.
Soon, Remus was too impatient to lift him so far off his dick, so only lifted him a short way, practically bouncing the boy ad hard and fast as either of them could take.
Remus leant forward, biting the other man's shoulder, bruising the creamy flesh with teeth marks. He had to keep himself from howling as his climax came closer and closer.
Spencer locked his mouth on Remus' as he came; his semen shooting out, coating both their abdomen in a sticky little flood.
As his muscles spasmed and contracted in pleasure around Remus, the werewolf moaned his release into the boy's mouth, pounding himself upward one more time, hitting the prostate, making his lover shudder, over sensitised from all the stimulation.
Smiling, Remus stood, lifting Spencer gently, slipping from inside him; feeling his semen leaking out, running down their thighs.
He rearranged the boy so they were chest-to-back in the chair, their hands clasped together over Spencer's stomach.
As they sat, the chair squeaked, making Remus chuckle.
"I'll never be able to stand a squeaky chair again… I'll get hard every time I hear it!"
Spencer snorted, squeezing the werewolf's hand.
If he wasn't sore the first time, he was making up for it now.
As he collected his clothes from the middle of the office, Spencer's legs ached from the awkward position he'd held on the chair.
Not to mention the fact that his arse felt empty and absolutely fucked raw. He grinned, pulling on his underwear.
After a long, passionate good bye, Remus went home grinning. And he knew he'd heard Spencer humming when he'd left.
When he arrived home, he found an owl waiting for him in a tree outside his house. It flew over and landed on his shoulder as he opened the door.
When inside, the owl made itself comfortable on the arm of Remus' chair. Chuckling, he went to make himself a cup of tea before opening Severus' letter. He mustn't want an immediate reply… the owl doesn't seem to be too impatient.
Once he was comfortable, Remus opened his friend's letter.
Lupin, said the elegant scrawl,
I will be spending the next month or so in your guest bedroom. As you know, the Christmas holidays are coming up and I feel it would be advantageous to travel abroad.
I arrive on the 12th; have a cup of tea ready at 6 that evening.
Remus shook his head, smiling. Trust Severus to ask a favour without actually asking. Then, he realised. Shit! That's tomorrow!
Sighing, he finished his tea and went to ready the guest room. The git better make more muffins!
A/N: To my dearest Werewolf Groupie! Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy the latest Remus/Spencer instalment! And that goes to all of my other readers.