"I know. I was just wondering if you could look at this paper I'm getting a head start on for a summer course."
Arthur eyes Eames suspiciously. He had attended his office hours reguarly even though he did not need the extra help. He always aced his papers. He'd usually just show up, slide his chair entirely too close to Arthur's and lean in while Arthur explained some methodology or the other that Arthur knew Eames already understood. And the way he'd sit in the front row and lean back with his legs all spread out was just obscene and incredibly distracting while Arthur was trying to teach the students why art history mattered.
"Sure. Hand it over."
He was right to be suspicious. There was a condom paper-clipped to the top of the page.
"What is this, Eames?"
"I'd be seriously concerned if you didn't know what that was, professor."
Arthur sighed. Eames had always been bold and Arthur knew he was going to give in a long time ago. It was basically just a matter of going through the motions of protest at this point.
"You're a student, Eames."
"That's true, but I'm not your student anymore so I don't see what the problem is."
"The problem is that you are still a student and I'm still facualty. Even if you aren't in my class anymore there would be serious ramifications."
"Only if we got caught. And do you really think I'd tell anyone?"
No, Arthur didn't. Arthur knew from the beginning that he wasn't here for blackmail. This kid was horny as hell and he was here for straight up sex and nothing else.
Arthur removed the condom from the stack of paper and held it between two fingers, looking at it before shifting his gaze back to Eames. He was practically shaking with want, and Arthur could definitely relate.
"Guess there's only one thing left to ask then."
"What's that?"
Arthur smirked. In for a penny in for a pound as they say.
"Can you be quiet?"
Eames' pupils darkened and his smile was absolutely devilish.
Re: This fest was needed. Everyone should appreciate all his assets more. FILL [1/2]
"I know. I was just wondering if you could look at this paper I'm getting a head start on for a summer course."
Arthur eyes Eames suspiciously. He had attended his office hours reguarly even though he did not need the extra help. He always aced his papers. He'd usually just show up, slide his chair entirely too close to Arthur's and lean in while Arthur explained some methodology or the other that Arthur knew Eames already understood. And the way he'd sit in the front row and lean back with his legs all spread out was just obscene and incredibly distracting while Arthur was trying to teach the students why art history mattered.
"Sure. Hand it over."
He was right to be suspicious. There was a condom paper-clipped to the top of the page.
"What is this, Eames?"
"I'd be seriously concerned if you didn't know what that was, professor."
Arthur sighed. Eames had always been bold and Arthur knew he was going to give in a long time ago. It was basically just a matter of going through the motions of protest at this point.
"You're a student, Eames."
"That's true, but I'm not your student anymore so I don't see what the problem is."
"The problem is that you are still a student and I'm still facualty. Even if you aren't in my class anymore there would be serious ramifications."
"Only if we got caught. And do you really think I'd tell anyone?"
No, Arthur didn't. Arthur knew from the beginning that he wasn't here for blackmail. This kid was horny as hell and he was here for straight up sex and nothing else.
Arthur removed the condom from the stack of paper and held it between two fingers, looking at it before shifting his gaze back to Eames. He was practically shaking with want, and Arthur could definitely relate.
"Guess there's only one thing left to ask then."
"What's that?"
Arthur smirked. In for a penny in for a pound as they say.
"Can you be quiet?"
Eames' pupils darkened and his smile was absolutely devilish.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?"