wasn’t. On the contrary, that Cedric touched and kissed him even though germs were such a threat to him moved something inside him that had been dormant forever.
Shit.
He was painfully hard, and a quick glance was all it took to confirm that Cedric was too.
“Shit,” he said it out loud this time. He couldn’t let anyone see them like that.
“I need to go to the ‘loo now,” Cedric announced. “We’ll talk more after class. Not too long, though. I’ve got to get to my flat on time.”
On time for what ?
Kevin shook his head. He didn’t bother to ask. “I won’t be here, and I hope you don’t have any rules about students leaving the class early one night.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Write me up, then,” Kevin snapped. “I need to get out of here.”
“Why must you keep running out on me, Kevin?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and savored the beauty that was his name coming out of Cedric’s mouth. It went right to his head. And that’s why he needed to leave.
He’d been clear about things before getting to class. He’d been sure he could handle being around Cedric for the next seven weeks without acting on his desire. Everything had changed the second he saw the guy.
Kevin couldn’t resist Cedric. It was as simple as that.
“I need to think about this.”
“Think about what?”
“Whether I want to get involved with you or not,” Kevin snapped again.
“Looks to me like you already are.”
“Pretty damn confident, aren’t you?” Kevin rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath, letting the cool September air take care of his overheated skin. “But you’re right.”
Cedric opened the roof door and gestured for Kevin to follow him. “If you leave I will write you up.” His voice was deep and strong and it echoed in the closed space. “The fact that I want to shag you silly doesn’t give you special privileges.”
Can you shag me right here on the stairs, please?
“Understood.”
They walked into the classroom. Cedric ignored the curious looks the students were throwing their way, but Kevin couldn’t. What were they thinking right now? Had anyone seen them go to the roof? Did they know Kevin had just fondled Professor Haughton-Disley through his designer jeans? Could the students report Cedric for that?
“Tuesday, Kevin,” Cedric whispered. “We’ll talk and get to know each other a little, yes?”
Kevin nodded once, walked to his seat, put his jacket on and dumped his things inside his backpack, all along wishing he could get a handle on his rattled emotions and stay. He couldn’t, though. He needed to put some distance between them so that he could come to terms with this new development, and he needed to do it right away.
He tried to come up with something else to say. He wanted to ask how things were going to work, but words escaped him, and he decided a simple “Later” would have to do.
He turned around.
It was too late.
He was only able to catch a glimpse of Cedric before he walked out the door.
CHAPTER TEN
Cedric hated cognitive behavioral therapy.
He hated discussing his issues in a group of five people.
He hated having to spend time with individuals he didn’t particularly care for.
He hated not being able to straighten out the china and silverware on the surrounding tables.
He hated being forced to keep his gloves in his pocket while he sat in the middle of a crowded restaurant eating and drinking from plates and glasses he’d not washed personally.
He hated that he was forced to leave his hand sanitizer in his backpack.
He hated having so many people chewing, talking and breathing so close to him for one hundred minutes. It was dangerous. One hundred wasn’t a safe number. Thirty was, but for some reason he was forced to endure the torture for a full hundred minutes.
He hated that he was
Shit.
He was painfully hard, and a quick glance was all it took to confirm that Cedric was too.
“Shit,” he said it out loud this time. He couldn’t let anyone see them like that.
“I need to go to the ‘loo now,” Cedric announced. “We’ll talk more after class. Not too long, though. I’ve got to get to my flat on time.”
On time for what ?
Kevin shook his head. He didn’t bother to ask. “I won’t be here, and I hope you don’t have any rules about students leaving the class early one night.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Write me up, then,” Kevin snapped. “I need to get out of here.”
“Why must you keep running out on me, Kevin?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and savored the beauty that was his name coming out of Cedric’s mouth. It went right to his head. And that’s why he needed to leave.
He’d been clear about things before getting to class. He’d been sure he could handle being around Cedric for the next seven weeks without acting on his desire. Everything had changed the second he saw the guy.
Kevin couldn’t resist Cedric. It was as simple as that.
“I need to think about this.”
“Think about what?”
“Whether I want to get involved with you or not,” Kevin snapped again.
“Looks to me like you already are.”
“Pretty damn confident, aren’t you?” Kevin rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath, letting the cool September air take care of his overheated skin. “But you’re right.”
Cedric opened the roof door and gestured for Kevin to follow him. “If you leave I will write you up.” His voice was deep and strong and it echoed in the closed space. “The fact that I want to shag you silly doesn’t give you special privileges.”
Can you shag me right here on the stairs, please?
“Understood.”
They walked into the classroom. Cedric ignored the curious looks the students were throwing their way, but Kevin couldn’t. What were they thinking right now? Had anyone seen them go to the roof? Did they know Kevin had just fondled Professor Haughton-Disley through his designer jeans? Could the students report Cedric for that?
“Tuesday, Kevin,” Cedric whispered. “We’ll talk and get to know each other a little, yes?”
Kevin nodded once, walked to his seat, put his jacket on and dumped his things inside his backpack, all along wishing he could get a handle on his rattled emotions and stay. He couldn’t, though. He needed to put some distance between them so that he could come to terms with this new development, and he needed to do it right away.
He tried to come up with something else to say. He wanted to ask how things were going to work, but words escaped him, and he decided a simple “Later” would have to do.
He turned around.
It was too late.
He was only able to catch a glimpse of Cedric before he walked out the door.
CHAPTER TEN
Cedric hated cognitive behavioral therapy.
He hated discussing his issues in a group of five people.
He hated having to spend time with individuals he didn’t particularly care for.
He hated not being able to straighten out the china and silverware on the surrounding tables.
He hated being forced to keep his gloves in his pocket while he sat in the middle of a crowded restaurant eating and drinking from plates and glasses he’d not washed personally.
He hated that he was forced to leave his hand sanitizer in his backpack.
He hated having so many people chewing, talking and breathing so close to him for one hundred minutes. It was dangerous. One hundred wasn’t a safe number. Thirty was, but for some reason he was forced to endure the torture for a full hundred minutes.
He hated that he was
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