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robodicking2013-08-25 11:02 pm
explores) wrote in robodicking2013-08-25 11:02 pm
i'm hot for teacher
[ Unlike most instances where Gino actually shows up for class, and (even more rarely,) actually bothers to pay attention, by the end of class, he is struck with a serious case of inspiration. Even though he spends the entire session with his chin in his hand, tapping his pen uselessly against his notebook rather than bothering to take notes, there's a look in his eye that he only gets on special occasions. Occasions which are beginning to become more frequent over time, and for less clear-cut reasons. It started as pretty textbook: the cliche, "please teacher, I could really use the better grades" once-in-a-blue-moon, quick-and-dirty hookup after class, but it quickly escalated into something—else.
Honestly, he's not really sure of it, himself. He doesn't figure his intentions broach the line of romantic, it's just... it's an interest. Not That kind of Interest. Just an interest, something that morphed from a bit of a joke to something he seriously looks forward to when he gets the ideas in his head, the kind that can sometimes make his mouth go dry just thinking about it.
He knows he'll be waiting awhile on this particular night, since, from what he knows of his professor's schedule, he doesn't tend to actually come back to his office until he's finished with work, if at all. Actually, he really doesn't have Professor Gottwald's schedule memorized at all, but he reckons he'd have to come back to his office for his car keys or something before he heads home for the night, so he breaks in through a conveniently unlocked window and makes himself ready.
It's a bit thrilling since he's really not sure how it'll go, it's impulsive even for him, and that makes him an even better sight, the white button-up shirt he'd worn to school that day opened and pooled around his wrists where they're leaned back against the desk, pants undone but still on, at least for now. He'd considered ditching them entirely but somehow he thought the tease of open-but-on was more interesting. When he thinks about what sort of reaction he might get it an adds a pleasant pink flush to his skin and he bites his lip, squinting in the dark and watching the door expectantly. ]
Honestly, he's not really sure of it, himself. He doesn't figure his intentions broach the line of romantic, it's just... it's an interest. Not That kind of Interest. Just an interest, something that morphed from a bit of a joke to something he seriously looks forward to when he gets the ideas in his head, the kind that can sometimes make his mouth go dry just thinking about it.
He knows he'll be waiting awhile on this particular night, since, from what he knows of his professor's schedule, he doesn't tend to actually come back to his office until he's finished with work, if at all. Actually, he really doesn't have Professor Gottwald's schedule memorized at all, but he reckons he'd have to come back to his office for his car keys or something before he heads home for the night, so he breaks in through a conveniently unlocked window and makes himself ready.
It's a bit thrilling since he's really not sure how it'll go, it's impulsive even for him, and that makes him an even better sight, the white button-up shirt he'd worn to school that day opened and pooled around his wrists where they're leaned back against the desk, pants undone but still on, at least for now. He'd considered ditching them entirely but somehow he thought the tease of open-but-on was more interesting. When he thinks about what sort of reaction he might get it an adds a pleasant pink flush to his skin and he bites his lip, squinting in the dark and watching the door expectantly. ]
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[ Well, okay, to be fair, it was probably more than half considering that he'd left his damnable skinny jeans wide open and skipped briefs today, but even just thinking about that is enough to make him blush, a little. It's not that he's shy about his body (quite the opposite, as a matter of fact), but it was. You know. Pretty bold.
He doesn't know exactly how much is visible but he doesn't try to look down and find out because he's too busy rubbing his face all over Jeremiah's neck and jaw and marveling that he may actually not be the better-shaven one in this situation. God damn four o'clock shadow always gets the best of him. ]
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Hmph. Don't think I've forgotten about that just yet.
[In the meantime, he can at least run his fingers over the back of Gino's hips, pressing, testing. The boy has some interesting weak spots, and he's got every intent to discover more of them. Particularly ones that might rather literally spur him into action.]
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I'm pretty sure that's a sight you're not ever go-onna forget.
[ His hips roll upward without any of his previous restraint, inviting and maybe just a little desperate. His body moves the way he used to speak when this was all still new to him, before he had any control of his brain to mouth filter and it only took five minutes in for him to start blurting out plaintive pleas for attention. By now he's learned that the best way to express himself is to say nothing at all (a habit he's learned, no doubt, from several years of unrequited affections), so it's only his flagrant arching off the desk that gives him away, fingers clenching against Jeremiah's shoulders and pushing down a little to give himself some leverage. ]