Darien Castello could not take his eyes off of Mr. Ashford. The guy had the face of a model; a really naughty one that wanted so badly to be pushed down and messed up. Damn, he had never really gotten off on just a face, but with his soft blond locks, bright blue eyes, and pouting red lips, Darien was totally hooked on his new teacher. Unfortunately, so were his classmates.
Mr. Ashford looked like prey, plain and simple. He was average height, slender, and had a way to his shoulders and walk that just screamed 'jump me.' Currently Tony and Radford were doing just that. They had cornered the new science teacher by the lockers and looked ready to start punching and maybe even stuffing if they didn't get some cash off the cutie.
Darien took his time, dragging on his cigarette as he approached. No one had noticed him yet, which was fine by him. He wanted to take the opportunity to look at Mr. Ashford up close. The guy was hot. Really fucking hot. Pale skin, golden hair, and damn those lips. The nasty things he would do to those lips. Radford better not punch the man's face or he'd have to beat the fuck out of him for ruining perfection.
“What's going on, guys?” Darien casually slung his arms over Tony and Radford's shoulders. Both of his classmates immediately froze. Darien was top dog for a reason. He was the tallest kid in school, the strongest, and when the mood struck him, the meanest motherfucker there was. Everyone knew. The ones that didn't, figured it fast. Mr. Ashford would be getting that privilege soon enough.
“Fuck, hey Darien,” Tony said hesitantly. He glanced sideways at the tall brunette who had crept up behind them. When his eyes fell on Darien's bicep right next to his face—the flesh hard and tattooed—he swallowed. “We were just having a chat with the new teacher. Nothing to get involved in.”
Darien's gaze traveled over the blushing teacher who was currently glaring holes at the three students as he tried to straighten his rumpled shirt. Darien took his cigarette from his mouth. “Ah, well that's where you're wrong. I happen to have Mr. Ashford for fourth period. And if you're messing him up, well, that's going to mess up my grade." Darien fixed on Tony again. "You wouldn't want me to fail, would you?”
Radford immediately took a step back and ducked from his heavy arm. “Right, so I'm getting the fuck out. Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Ashford.”
Darien smirked at the incredulous expression on the man’s face when Radford apologized. “Um, don't think anything of it,” Beau mumbled as he straightening his tie.
“What about you, Tony?” Darien asked, his voice full of implication.
Starting, Tony winced. “Hey, I got the message loud and clear. You wanna be teacher's pet? By all means.” He went to duck away, but Darien grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled Tony sideways while he hissed.
Glaring, Tony reached into his back pocket and slammed the leather into Darien's hand. Flipping it open, Darien raised his brow at his ever watching teacher. “This all of it?”
“Uh, y-yeah,” Beau answered, expression full of surprise and gratitude.
Damn, he had amazing eyes. Sexy, wide, glowing blue eyes. Not bothering to look at Tony, Darien shoved the punk aside and listened to him huff away. He used the time to study his new teacher, one he hadn't met until that moment. That was definitely going to change.
Darien let his gaze move from Beau’s handsome face, sturdy shoulders, and down his lithe body still trembling in aftershock. Sexy. Sexy, and sleek, and in desperate need of a very hard fucking.
There was no way he was letting things end here.
“You're Darien Castello?” Voice quiet, Beau combed shaking fingers through his shoulder length locks. His gaze had strayed to where the other two had dissapeared, as if just waiting for them to turn around and come at him.
“That would be me, teach.” Tilting his head, Darien offered the man a drag on his cigarette. When Mr. Ashford shook his head, Darien finished it off, then dropped it to the hallway floor. He crushed it carelessly with his heel.
“You really shouldn't...” Mr. Ashford’s eyes widened when Darien pushed him back and blocked him in with his taller, stronger form.
“You saw how easy that was for me, right teach? I just showed up, and those losers walked away.”
“Y-Yes, I was meaning to thank you.”
Darien smirked. The guy had the cutest fucking stutter too. “You might want to hold off on that.”
He opened up the wallet again, pulled out the cash and counted it while Mr. Ashford watched him with growing trepidation. “I'm going to take this... $300, and you're going to bring me another $200 by Friday.”
“I am?” Mr. Ashford’s eyes narrowed even as his voice broke.
“It's a good deal.” Cash now free of the wallet, Darien slowly snaked his hand around until he found his teacher's back pocket. Ducking closer, he slowly pushed his hand into the man's pants, watching intently as Mr. Ashford blushed and refused to meet his eyes.
Yeah, the guy was smoking hot and definitely interested. What it would take to get him to admit that interest, Darien was looking forward to figuring out.
He left the wallet but not before stealing a small squeeze of that tight, firm ass. “You pay me $500 a week, and I'll make sure guys like that don't mess up your pretty face.”
“You're out of your mind—Ah.” His eyes closed as Darien's arm suddenly pressed across his throat and he fell silent, head forced back against the locker.
“Mr. Ashford, it would be really easy for me to hurt you. And believe me, I wouldn't feel bad about it in the slightest.” No, Darien would love every moment of covering this hot man with as many bruises as he could handle. Moving his head so that he was pressing his mouth to his ear, he added softly, “But if you're a good boy and you do as I say, I'll take care of you. No one will hurt you as long as I'm here to protect you.” Mr. Ashford gave the slightest of tremors and Darien fought back a smile. “It's not a free service, teach. If you don't want to pay me in cash, I might be willing to accept a trade.”
He slowly pulled a lock of Mr. Ashford's hair aside, letting the silky strands run through his fingers. “I can think of a lot of things a sexy guy like you could do for me, teach.” His eyes locked with stunning blue, Darien pushed a thumb against those damn enticing red lips and smirked when Mr. Ashford gasped and turned his head away.
“Think about it. Next Friday once school gets out. Your room.” He pulled away, eyes lingering on the man's lithe form. Mr. Ashford's face was flushed with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and shame. It was sexy as hell, and Darien could think of a million ways to make him look like that all the time—starting with forcing him to his knees.
Fuck, it was his teacher's fault for having such a damn sexy face. He might as well be begging for it.
Darien walked away whistling, hands folded behind his head. Breathing heavily, Mr. Ashford leaned weakly on the wall and watched him go.
This was not the first time Beau Ashford had been bullied. Hell, it seemed to be a constant in his life, starting as far back as preschool when the other kids figured out that his first name meant beautiful. That his face happened to match his name hadn't helped matters. Beau had thought once he became a teacher and was seen as an authoritative figure, things would change.
They had not. At 35, Beau was still dealing with the idiots of the world that would judge him on something as superficial as his face and appearance.
He had left his last teaching assignment when a group of punks had gone so far as to burn his car. He hadn't been inside it at the time, but it had been enough for him. Maybe he should have just given up on the whole teaching thing after that, but he was ridiculously stubborn to a fault and still young into his career. He was determined to help these young, troubled kids get a real future for themselves. Just, preferably, without getting his ass kicked at the same time.
That said, he had never had to deal with someone like Darien Castello.
He only knew Darien by name. The young man had yet to show up to a single class even though Beau had been teaching for over two weeks now at the prestigious private university. He wasn't sure just how Darien was able to get away with not attending class, but he suspected it had a lot to do with who his father was. Reginald Castello was a senator. Beau had learned of the fact when he had sent in his attendance sheets and asked if he should be filing a formal reprimand with the office for Castello's absence. He had been told to ignore it.
There was something terribly ironic about a rich brat demanding four-fifths of his income in the name of protection from punks just like him. Hell, at his last school Beau had only had to deal with a beating. He had learned enough to stop carrying cash with him there. For some reason, he'd assumed the richer students would be better behaved. Apparently, he'd been fooling himself.
A protection scam. He had to hand it to the little bastard—fine, huge mountain of a bastard—the guy was ambitious. At twenty-two, Beau sure hadn't been thinking about blackmailing his teachers, and he sure could have used the money a lot more. As for Darien's other threat... trading services... He was pretty sure the student had just been trying to freak him out.
Beau wasn't into guys even though a few through the years had taken one look at his pretty face and slim form and assumed he was. Just because he didn't date much--well, at all--didn't mean he was into guys. He just wasn't that sexual a person. He was too busy working and trying not to get his ass kicked.
He had tried to bulk up. He exercised every day, lifted weights—He wasn't as weak as he looked. But even if he had muscle, it was compact, and he didn't intimidate anyone. Not when they kept looking at his face. He just wasn't a fighter. And normally he wouldn't think that was a problem. But he really, really, really didn't want to give up on his life's dream because every damn punk thought he could be manipulated just by beating him.
Shit, but he hated his face. If he had been born a girl, it would have been an asset. As a guy, it was just a huge target for every aggressive asshole to treat him like shit. He had never had a bad thing to say about how anyone looked. Why the hell did he have to be judged by something so beyond his control?
It was Friday. Beau had been trying to ignore that fact for the entire day, but when the last bell rang it grew very difficult.
He didn't have the money. Even if he did, he wasn't going to let some cocky, rich punk steal his hard-earned yet pitiful salary. He had taken a beaten before, and he was likely going to take plenty in the future. Just another shit day having to deal with being born beautiful, brilliant, and also a guy.
Darien didn't keep him waiting. Beau was just filing the rest of his paperwork away for the week when he walked in dressed in jeans and a tight, sleeveless t-shirt. He had a feeling it was to intimidate. Darien's tanned, tattooed arms were ripped, shoulders broad, chest sculpted above rippling abs. It really wasn't fair; Beau would have killed for a body like that. It didn't matter how much he worked out; he just couldn't get buff. He almost wanted to ask the guy what his secret was, but figured now was not the time.
“Hey, teach. How's your week been?” Darien strolled up while pulling a cigarette from behind his ear, his dark hair cut short except his bangs that were spiky and streaked with red dye. With his sharp green eyes and thick dark lashes, Beau had to wonder why he was wasting his time tormenting his teacher when he could be off chasing cheerleaders or something. That's what those jock types did, right? Got drunk in the parking lot and screwed the chicks that couldn't stop talking for even five minutes. Beau couldn't stand cheerleaders; the bitches made fun of him more than the jocks, like he was their competition or something.
“Hello, Mr. Castello. I do believe this is the first time you've been in my classroom. Unfortunately, you're hours late.” Refusing to comment on the cigarette being lit when there were nearly a hundred no smoking signs in the building, he turned and began wiping down the whiteboard.
“Sorry, but science bores the fuck out of me.” Darien didn't sound sorry. His eyes followed Mr. Ashford's ass as the teacher obliviously reached and stretched to wipe the top of the tall board. “I was wondering if anyone's bothered you since our last talk.”
“The one where you threatened to beat me up if I failed to pay you protection money?” Beau snapped bitterly and wiped the last of his writing away furiously. “No, surprisingly no one has bothered me since then. You must be quite terrifying.” He slammed the eraser down on his desk and turning back.
“You seem upset,” Darien observed blandly, his gaze calm and steady as he met his teacher's blazing eyes.
“I'm not paying you anything.”
“Oh?” Exhaling slowly, Darien took another drag of his cigarette. “Were you under the impression that I wouldn't beat the crap out of you? I thought I was very clear on that.”
Pursing his lips, Beau jutted his chin out stubbornly. “I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just go extorting your teachers. It's illegal, for one. Damn rude, too. You're not even out of college, and you're already on the way to being a career criminal. If I had my way, you'd be—”
“Right, so I didn't really come here for a lecture, Mr. Ashford,” Darien interrupted smoothly. “You owe me 200 bucks, and I'd much prefer that to you nattering on like a whiny bitch.”
Snapping his mouth shut, Beau fumed. Darien stood taller, flexing his shoulders and looking even bigger. It was hard not to notice, and he swallowed hard as Darien took a step around his desk. “I don't have that kind of money. I'm a teacher. We don't get paid much for the privilege of teaching the next generation of extortionists. I have bills. Rent. I enjoy actually eating once in a while. Next time you try this game, I suggest you consider the income your victim can provide before asking for such a ludicrous amount.”
His eyebrows raising in surprise, Darien flashed a small smirk. “I'll take that into advisement, teach.” He took another step and Beau turned his head away when Darien pushed into his personal space, their chests nearly brushing. “So what can you afford?”
Beau had actually thought of this. He didn't know why; it wasn't like he could give in to this sort of thing. If one student started this crap, the rest would surely follow. But not only was Darien Castello damn intimidating, but he also had a senator for a father. Beau knew there would be no help for him after learning that fun fact.
“Fifty. It barely leaves me enough for gas to get to school every morning,” he muttered. He glancing at Darien, only to quickly look away when he found him staring at his mouth.
“Fifty? That's a very different number than what I'm asking for,” Darien pointed out with a sigh. “But I'd be willing to consider it.”
Beau wasn't expecting that, and he met his student's gaze hesitantly. “Really?” If it only took fifty bucks a week to keep this bastard from giving him shit, along with the rest of the damn punks in the school, he might take him up on his offer.
When Darien had first shown up the other day and saved him from those assholes, Beau had thought him a godsend. Nearly a black knight coming to his rescue. Strong and intimidating, the other students had feared Darien. And well, no one had ever stood up for him before. Beau had honestly been grateful until he had tried to extort him.
“I'm not unreasonable, Mr. Ashford. I know not everyone is rolling in dough. So what are you going to give me to make up for the other $450 you can't afford?”
Ice chilled his veins, and Beau bit his lip. Right. Of course. God, kids were monsters these days. “I think you seem to misunderstand just how little I have,” he said coldly. “I have no assets. I don't own my apartment or car. I live paycheck to paycheck.”
“No, I got that.” Darien crushed his lit cigarette into the palm of his hand and then flicked it into the waste bin. “I was thinking more of services. Teaching is a service, isn't it? You use your expertise to help others learn a topic?”
“I... I guess you could say that,” Beau answered hesitantly. “Did you want me to tutor you?”
Darien chuckled darkly. Beau had only a moment to realize he'd definitely misread the situation when fingers wrapped around his chin and pulled him forward, lips suddenly an inch from his own. “Mr. Ashford, how much would $450 get me with a guy like you?”
“W-What?” Trying to fight the way his face was heating up, Beau took a step back, only to have his back press up against the whiteboard.
“Let's say I took you out on a date.” Darien's free hand came up to lean against the wall and block his teacher's escape on one side. “Someplace nice. Someplace where I could throw down $500. I'd get something back for that, right? I mean, it's just expected, really.”
Beau didn't know what was more offensive; that Darien thought that dating automatically meant you were buying affection, or that he just assumed he was the type to exchange money for sex.
“Mr. Castello, you seem to be confused. I'm not interested in men, and most certainly not my student who is also trying to extort me. And to answer your question, you should not expect anything back. A date is not buying sex. It is not expected, at least, not where I'm from. The very notion is offensive and—”
“Heh, you're really cute when you're angry.” Darien's eyes ran down Beau's form, and the teacher trailed off warily. “Teach, when you throw down $500 on a guy, you expect him to put out. It's just natural.”
Beau was starting to get very nervous under that hungry stare. Yes, he'd had a few men try to pick him up before, but none of them had put much effort into it. They'd all been shy, intimidated by his beauty. Darien wasn't like that at all. No, he didn't seem very interested in how Beau felt about him or the situation, just so long as he got what he wanted. It made something clench inside Beau, made him hot, dizzy, and flustered.
“Mr. Castello, what you're suggesting is highly inappropriate, never mind illegal. Immoral,” Beau managed to get out as he edged away from his towering student.
Darien shrugged unconcernedly and slammed his other hand down so that Beau was trapped between his muscular arms. He dipped his head closer, nose pressed to the side of Beau's, lips just brushing. “I really don't care, teach. I want to fuck you. Hard, rough, until you're screaming my name.”
Blinking, heat rising to his cheeks, Beau tried to turn his head away. Darien followed and kept the same uncomfortable closeness. “I'm not into men,” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. Darien was nearly on top of him, heat roiling off his tall form, his breath even hotter as it puffed on his cheek.
This was very new for Beau. He'd had plenty of men threaten to hurt him. None of them had seemed into doing it while also wanting to fuck him.
“I told you; I don't care.” Eyes moving over Beau's face for a searching moment, Darien flicked his tongue out and traced his teacher's upper lip.
Beau froze, breath hitched, eyes wide from the hot, wet touch. Something shuddered through him he didn't want to identify. It only grew stronger when that tongue moved down, lapped his mouth, and teased slowly against the seam of his lips. “S-Stop,” he whispered. A groan tore from him when Darien's large hand cupped his jaw roughly and held him in place so he could press their lips together.
It was hard, hungry, and like no kiss Beau had ever experienced before. Darien wrapped his fingers into his long hair, pulled demandingly, forced his head back and lips open. Tongue shoving deep into his mouth, he used his larger body to pin Beau tight against the wall, and grind his hips against his trapped body.
“Oh, hell,” Beau gasped into the kiss. Another groan escaped when he felt what could only be Darien's hard cock rub against his hip. It was big, so hot and demanding, and for the first time, Beau allowed himself to wonder just what it would feel like to touch another man's dick.
He shouldn't. He really wasn't like that...
Grunting, Darien pulled Beau's hair harder and forced the whimpering man to bend his neck back in his strong hold. He crushed their lips together again, plunged his tongue against Beau's, exploring his mouth heatedly while suffocating the lithe man. He rubbed unceasingly over his tongue, stealing his breath, grinding against him so hard, so hot, Beau's knees started to waver and he slid down the wall with a moan.
“That's it, teach.” Darien wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back up, then higher. He crushed Beau back against the board on tiptoes and sucked and nipped down his long, pale throat. “Fuck, you're one tight piece of ass.” He pushed his knee between Beau's slim thighs, groaning when he found a responding hardness pushing against his leg. “Yeah, that's fucking it.”
Darien's leg pushed him further up the wall. Beau could only gasp for air, his eyes half closed, moans escaping him with every grind of the strong thigh against his rock hard cock.
Fuck, what was happening to him? He shouldn't... shouldn't like this. Not with a man. Not with a stupid, arrogant punk that thought he could just bully him into anything.
Beau raised his arms, meaning to push Darien away, to show that even if his body was responding, it didn't mean he wanted it. But once his fingers found his student's hard biceps, he could only grasp onto them weakly and feel the powerful, hot flesh beneath his palms as his ass was grabbed and squeezed hard.
“God... Oh, god,” Beau moaned dizzily, and his head fell back against the wall. Darien gave a final nip to the side of his neck and moved back up to claim his mouth forcefully. Beau didn't resist. His lips parted readily and body arched into the strong one moving against him, holding him close, pushing him down against the wall.
“W-Wait,” he whispered shakily but Darien swallowed his protest the moment it was free. His student's large hand continued to work on his belt, quickly pulling the buckle open and tearing the button and fly to his slacks down. Blushing crimson, Beau moaned, his voice cracking when Darien boldly reached into his underwear and wrapped his fingers around his aching cock.
“Mr. Ashford, I think you might be interested after all,” Darien whispered against his lips, his grip tightening as he held Beau's dick in the palm of his hand and felt it pulse with every gasping breath his teacher took.
Forcing his eyes open, Beau found Darien staring down at him, green eyes blazing fire and sex. He wanted to deny it, wanted to tell him to get the fuck off and never touch him again. Instead his hips jolted forward, his body pushing against his student's hard muscles as another moan escaped him.
“That's it. Fuck, you look damn slutty with your dick in my hand.” Darien gave Beau's shaft a single stroke, then withdrew his hand reluctantly. “I'm going to give you a week, teach. A week to decide if you want to give me the proper fee for my protection. Or if you want to spread those fucking tight cheeks of yours and let me fuck you.”
His head spun as Beau tried to figure out where the hot hand had gone and soon after the hard, suffocating body. He slid down the wall without Darien to hold him upright and looked around blearily. Heavy pants fell from Beau's parted lips, his head thrown back. He found Darien watching him from his large desk while lighting up another cigarette.
Once Darien's eyes met his, Beau couldn't look away. He wet his lips and struggled for air, half hating that his body wanted him to come back, to finish what he had started. He was aching. Beau had never ached like this before. It was maddening, confusing, and he needed release.
His breath caught when Darien slowly stepped back in his direction, the other's gaze roaming over him like a predator sizing up a kill. He stopped inches away, Beau hyper aware of his student's towering height, strength, the way Darien's erection was bulging above his head.
Eyes locked with his, Darien pressed two of his fingers to Beau's lips and pushed the long digits into his teacher's mouth. Eyebrows furrowed, Beau groaned as his lips spread, his face hot with embarassment and arousal. He felt every push and pull as Darien began to fuck his mouth with his thick fingers in rough thrusts, dragging over his tongue, pressing deep down his throat, using his mouth however he pleased. Darien hooked his digits into his cheek, pulled hard enough for Beau to turn his head, then pulled him back to face him again.
“Pick the second option, teach. I have a strong feeling you're going to like riding my cock.” Darien's thumb squeezed his lower lip and tugged. He pulled his fingers from between Beau's swollen lips and drew a line of saliva down his chin and long, pale throat. “Even if you don't like it, you're going to look so fucking hot with a dick up your ass that it'll make up for it.”
Groaning when Darien's hand wrapped possessively around his neck, Beau didn't answer. He just stared up into his heated gaze as his head was forced back, lost in those burning green eyes.
“I have a previous engagement, teach. Otherwise, I'd stay and listen to how loud you scream when you come." Darien's gaze dropped to his glistening lips. "Yeah, you're definitely a screamer. Maybe even a crier, which is just sexy as fuck. Make sure you're thinking of me when you jerk off.” He released Beau's neck with a dark smile, stepped back and headed for the door.
His eyes closed as Darien shut the door behind him and Beau let out a low, desperate moan.
Fuck... Holy fuck.
He was only twenty-two. His student. His extortionist, assholic student. He couldn't.
God, he really, really couldn't.
So why the fuck was he thinking about it?
A whimper escaping him, Beau hesitantly ran his hand up his hip, fingers pushed slowly under the band of his underwear.
Don't... Anyone could walk in. He was in school. In a classroom in his damn school. Don't think of him...
But he couldn't stop. It was all he could think about; Darien's strong hands, those damn muscles he had thought he wanted for himself but now he was pretty sure he just wanted to move against him, that fucking tongue of his, so demanding, so forceful and possessive.
He couldn't. A senator's son. His student. It would be a huge scandal—Fucking his gay student. God, he wanted to. So bad. He'd never wanted anything like this.
Licking his palm, Beau wrapped it around his dick. He bit his lip to stop his groans as he began to stroke firmly. No one had ever touched him that way before. He threw his head back, gasping, mouth tingling still from the feel of Darien's rough kisses and rougher fingers. God, he could nearly feel it, the hard heat of his tongue, the cruel grip holding his hair, his strong body forcing him back, suffocating him and taking everything he wanted from him as if it were his right.
His gliding hand began to lose rhythm. Beau panted desperately, head rolling back and forth on the wall as he rocked his hips up. He came with a muffled shout, free hand clamped over his mouth as Darien's eyes flashed in his mind.
Oh fuck, he was in trouble here.
Looking down slowly, Beau stared at the pearly white cum stringing over his fingers. He hesitantly raised his hand up and tentatively tasted his seed.
Would Darien's cum taste the same?
Eyes closing at the realization of what he was about to do, Beau pushed two fingers into his mouth with a husky moan. He imitated what Darien had done to him only minutes ago, except this time with cum coating his fingers and dripping tangy into his mouth. It was the blowjob he had imagined when his student had forced his fingers boldly into his mouth and made him suck.
Fuck, he was in serious trouble.