Crazy From the Heat (10 page)

So
I get detention what are they going to do? Hold me back? Have I told you that I
have a masters in criminal justice? I think I’m good.

Ah
another side to Spicoli the punk.

I
liked school. I almost minored in history.

Why
didn’t you?

I
was recruited by the police department as a kid they used to bust bars and
stores who sold alcohol to minors. I dropped several classes to play cop. The
following semester I was in the Academy. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

What
would you have done if you didn’t go into law?

He
waited for a while for Paul to answer the text. He knew he was still there and
not in danger of having his phone confiscated because he held his gaze from
across the room.

I
don’t know. I was thinking about maybe going into psychiatry or something like
that. I also played with the idea of following my dad’s path and going into the
Navy. I could have made SEALs where he failed. Or I had the option to turn pro
but didn’t take it.

Pro?

Soccer?
Remember I told you I went to school on a soccer scholarship. I was good enough.
I was recruited, even met Beckham when the LA coach came to visit me while they
were in Chicago. You should eat, you look tired.

And
you don’t?

I’m
good.

Are
you really coming over tonight with take out?
Because Grey
desperately wanted him to.

I
want to. I really do. But I have to work. Can I have a raincheck? For Friday? I
have to go to the game and then the Captain is letting us have the weekend. We
brought in…the guy I was chasing that night, and his gang Monday.

Did
he shoot you?

Yeah.
He’s a damned bad shot. I had on a vest.

You
need a helmet. Safety first.

LOL.
I’ll bring that too. After the game.

After
the game. Okay.

Yeah.

Your
shades are in my desk drawer.

They
“were” in your desk drawer.

Paul
just smirked from across the room as he put the glasses on.

How’d
you get in?

I
have my ways. See you tomorrow.

Paul
didn’t show up for school on Thursday. And Grey could only sit and wonder if
something had happened. He hated not knowing. He hated worrying. Yet here he
was worrying about yet another guy that he didn’t know anything about. That
afternoon the other kid, Vinnie, caught up with him in the parking lot. He
looked around at the groups of kids hanging around the lot when they weren’t
supposed to be on campus.

“He
didn’t want you to worry. He lost his phone last night on a bust. He crashed
after that. The meds, the arm, it just caught up to him. Look I don’t like
playing messenger, and I don’t like that you know what you know, so keep your
mouth shut okay.” And he ran off before Grey could get a word out.

At
least he didn’t have to worry all night. At least he had that much. Which was
exactly nothing more than he had a few minutes before, he swore slamming the
car door and driving himself back to his apartment. There were papers to be graded
and things to do that did not include dwelling on an enigma wrapped in a riddle
who could get killed at any moment. He needed to stop chasing bad boys and find
a nice doctor or something, and settle down and adopt a couple of dogs and be
happy.

Yeah,
right, like that was going to happen.

Chapter
Eight

Friday
classes dragged by. Paul made a point of going to each one after missing the
day before. Vinnie had left him sleeping, and when Paul had called the precinct
at ten AM in a panic, his partner’s decision was more than backed up. But Paul
didn’t take too long to think about it, he went back to sleep. When Vinnie
dragged in that night, he brought food and Paul a replacement phone with the
same number. Paul couldn’t wait to pull up Grey’s number and couldn’t find it
at all. Most of his saved numbers were missing. Vinnie said it was because the
Sim card was damaged but the phone company had done their best to retrieve what
they could.

Third
block came with the usual Friday quiz and another essay assignment. The kids
groaned. Paul didn’t care. He could write a three page on the art of bullshit
in an hour flat and be done with it. The Revolutionary War was one of his
favorite times. He’d taken more than one advanced class on the topic.

He
sat in class trying to stay awake. That’s why he hated days off. He could go
days on cat naps if he had to, but give him one day to do nothing but sleep and
then it was like he couldn’t stay awake at all afterward. Grey looked at him a
couple of times but didn’t say anything. Not even when he dropped his glasses
over his eyes and nodded off.

Grey
looked good. The bruises were mostly healed, his limp less defined, he was
almost back to normal. Except he looked haunted and worried.

“Spicoli,
see me after class please.” The request made Paul jump in his seat. His hand
slipped from under his chin. He checked the clock, only five minutes until the
bell. And his body started to buzz with anticipation.

He
stayed in his seat until the last of the class filed out. Grey closed the door
and with a quick glance out of the narrow window, he turned the lock. “Are you
planning to go to fourth block today?” He turned and leaned against the door as
if he was waiting for something.

“I
thought about it. I missed three times already this week. One legitimately. Why
what did you have in mind?” Paul rose from the hard desk and stretched his arms
over his head. He loved that Grey’s eyes roamed his body, his gaze lingering on
the silver hoop just above his boxers. “I missed you yesterday.”

Grey
looked up at him with a smile that he tried to hide. Paul followed him to his
desk and sat on the corner letting his leg hang while Grey sat in his chair and
tapped a pencil.

“I
have to send in a discipline report because of the sleeping,” he said after a couple
of minutes of silence. “So that the kids know they can’t get away with it. I
hope you understand.”

Paul
stretched again feeling the flesh around the healing wound pull tight. Grey’s
eyes were once again focused on his belly.

“If
I get to serve detention with you, then you can write me up every day.”

Grey
leaned back in the chair, a sweet smile stretched his lips. “And what would
your idea of detention be, if that wish were granted?”

Paul
let his gaze travel the man’s body lingering in the best places, until he
focused on Grey’s mouth. He eased off the desk and into Grey’s lap, straddling
him.

“I
think I could spend an hour on my knees in service to you.” Grey’s dick swelled
beneath him. “Or this. This is good.”

“Paul,”
Grey whispered letting his hands wander along Paul’s thighs to his belly to
tangle with the ring in his navel. “You are going to kill me. Or get me fired.
And I don’t know which is worse right now.”

“No
one can see your desk from the door.” Paul leaned into his hand grinding his
crotch over Grey’s as he did. “And we’re on the second floor. Again, windows
are completely not going to be a problem.”

“You’ve
got it all planned out, huh?” Grey said against Paul’s mouth just before Paul
kissed him.

“Oh,
yeah, it’s this whole fantasy thing. I have checked all of the variables. If
you wanted to lay me over the desk and…well, fill in the blank…I won’t stop
you,” he said softly, letting Grey’s mouth smother his words. He opened his
lips to the kiss, and the moan that followed. “Missed you yesterday. Want to be
with you.”

“I
missed you. Worried about you. Vinnie let me know you were fine, but I still
worried.”

“Don’t
worry about me, Grey.” He moaned when Grey lifted his shirt up his body and
smiled when Grey groaned at what he found. His hot mouth sucking the barbell
piercing in his left nipple had Paul practically howling but at least Grey
forgot about anything else.

Paul
tugged his shirt front back over his head and leaned into Grey’s mouth.
Cradling his head he rocked slowly in Grey's lap as electricity raced through
his body. From his nipple to his dick and up his spine, only to course back
along the same circuit until Paul couldn’t do anything but hold onto Grey’s
shoulders and whimper, the teeth and tongue pulling at the metal in his nipple
insistent enough that he fought orgasm with every fiber of his being.

“Fuck,
Grey. I’m going to come from just that.”

Grey
released his nipple and sat up straight, his eyes glazed with lust. Paul
thought sense would prevail, but Grey popped the top button on his jeans
slowly, followed by the rest leaving only his boxers to cover his raging
erection.

“Lean
back,” Grey ordered, his finger slipping under the waist of Paul’s boxers. Paul
placed his elbows on the desk behind him and arching his back he did as he was
told.

“Why
only one nipple piercing?” Grey flicked Paul’s nipple with his finger nail. The
shock that raced through his body at the slightest touch made Paul shake.

“It’s
too intense,” he said in answer to the question and because just that was enough
to induce orgasm. “Don’t stop.”

“I
don’t intend to stop,” Grey leaned forward, his gaze locked with Paul’s and
latched on to his nipple again. This time, however, he stroked the tip of
Paul’s cock with his thumb, swirling pre-cum over the head until he was slick.

“Naughty
teacher is naughty,” Paul fucked into Grey’s hand as Grey leaned back in his
seat and watched him with narrowed eyes. He licked his lips and Paul groaned.
“Don’t do that unless you’re willing to put me out of my misery.”

“What?
This?” Grey licked his lips again. His tongue lingered on his bottom lip then
flicked the top. Paul froze, the electrical spurts riding his spine centered in
his scrotum. “Or this?” Grey leaned over and licked the tip of his cock.

Paul
bucked in his lap, orgasm hitting him hard just from a little bit of foreplay.
He couldn’t warn him, he couldn’t even breathe. Heat enveloped him and Paul
reached out grabbing a fist full of Grey’s hair as he shoved his cock into the
man’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck. Grey. Fuck.”

Grey
made a sound that Paul couldn’t decipher. His thighs shook, his arms threatened
to collapse behind him, yet he couldn’t come down. Grey sucked him, dragging
sounds from him he couldn’t ever remember uttering. Fingers slid up his belly
to catch his nipple, and Paul cried out when Grey twisted the barbell, falling
back on the desk, orgasm gripping him harder than the first one. Big hands
stroked his body, heat surrounded his dick. He lay half on a desk half in the
lap of the hottest damn teacher he’d ever had, and lost his fucking mind. The
toes of his sneakers barely touched the floor. He was boneless, suspended, with
nothing but Grey’s arms and legs to support him. He trembled with each lick on
the head of his sensitive dick. With each moan from the teacher. With post
orgasmic what-the-fuckery.

“Feel
better?” He heard Grey’s voice from what seemed like a great distance. He felt
warm lips on his hip and then over his naval. Just soft kisses nothing too
erotic, but goddamn, Paul trembled from just that. “Been a long time, huh?”

“You
could say that,” Paul said between gasps for breath. “Fuck, what the hell just
happened?”

“Foreplay.
And you shot like a rocket.” There was a hint of laughter in the other man’s
voice.

Paul
pushed himself into a leaning position and surveyed the damage. He sprawled in
the teacher’s lap, jeans tucked under his balls, shirt behind his neck like
some kind of porn star while Grey was fully clothed, his goddamned tie in
place, looking as if he were the cat who ate the canary. Which was exactly what
he’d done.

“Yeah,
well, as fantasies go, that one was exceptional. Fuck, I don’t believe we just
did this in your classroom.”

Sense
finally crawled into Grey’s eyes as he followed Paul’s gaze around the room.

“Oh
hell, I think I lost my damned mind there for a minute.” He let Paul’s feet
fall to the floor, his hands out to steady him as Paul fumbled his way into a
standing position.

“Ya
think, professor hot stuff?” Paul pulled his clothes on, and pushed his hair
back with nervous fingers. For his part, Grey leaned back in the chair looking
guilty. The obvious bulge in his khakis from their foreplay didn’t seem all
that interested in subsiding, regardless of sanity or not.

His
body buzzing for more, Paul dropped to his knees and ran his hands along Grey’s
thighs. Moving slowly but steadily he unzipped Grey’s pants and pressed his
nose into the gap.

“We
shouldn’t, we’ve risked too much as it is.” Grey tried to move away but Paul
grabbed him behind his knees and held him still.

“You
smell so fucking good. Let me do this for you, okay? Let me suck you off.” He
didn’t wait for permission he pulled Grey’s cock through the slit and moaned.
“I knew you’d be long, I just didn’t think you’d be thick too.”