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Stiles' breath felt like it had been knocked out of him. He could feel a slight sting in his back from where it had hit the wall.
He could feel Coach Finstocks breath raving against his mouth, dangerously close. His breath was no doubtingling wafting right back onto his coach's mouth.
Stiles isn't quite sure that he remembered what he had done to get such a reaction from his teacher.
Maybe it was because he had been arguing again, talking too much for his mouth to keep up with. He could feel his heart beating a thousand miles a minute, his hands had suddenly become sweaty.
"Uh, coach?" Stiles could hear himself whisper, as if the atmosphere was going to suddenly be disrupted if he spoke too loud.
Finstocks eyes were staring deep into his eyes with a burning intensity Stiles couldn't place.
Stiles' insides suddenly felt like they were melting. Some type of spiking sensation taking over.
Still Finstock didn't talk. It was unnerving. The man had somehow knocked Stiles straight into the wall and Stiles was letting him pin him there.
Why wasn't he struggling? He could easily get out if he wanted to. Finstock wasn't trapping him there, the man's strength had let up not long ago.
Just as Stiles was going to speak again, lips were suddenly on his.
Before Stiles could react they were off again. Stiles' eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape and feeling tingly.
Finstocks eyes were wide open.
"I- I'm sorry I don't know why-" Finstock had let go of Stiles' shirt in his hurry to apologize. The man seemed at a loss for what he did.
But before Finstock could fully back away from Stiles the teen quickly grabbed the man's shirt, yanking him in and smashing his lips against his.
The man's mouth immediately moved against Stiles, shockingly and so fucking experienced.
That weird spike in Stiles' gut grew bigger.
Stiles entangled his fingers into the older man's hair, his arms crossing to trap the Coaches head.
His Coaches hands slowly made their way to Stiles thighs squashing the meat in his hands. In return Stiles jumped up and crossed his legs as he wrapped them around the man's waist.
Faintly Stiles recognized he was set down on a desk, Coach Finstocks desk.
He couldn't help but moan into the kiss, his body felt like it was on fire. His stomach was like butterfly's had been trapped in jelly.
Slowly coaches' hands made their way under Stiles' shirt , messaging the pale skin right under Stiles' belly button. Stiles gasped in surprise at the sudden contact.
The older man took advantage slowly slipping his tongue into stiles mouth as if he wasn't sure if that would be ok.
But all Stiles did was grab the back of Coaches shirt and hold on tight, hesitantly slipping his tongue into the older man's mouth as well.
Their tongues danced together eagerly. Coach Finstocks hands slowly made their way down, the fingers of the older man's hands teasingly going under Stiles' pants slightly.
Finstock started to kiss the side of Stiles cheek all the way down to his neck, sucking and biting teasingly.
Stiles gasped at the sensations "shit. Coach." He breathed out quietly and softly, still afraid to break the atmosphere.
When the older man's voice came out in a raspy reply to call him Bobby, all Stiles could do was shiver and nodd.
His mind was hazy and drunk with the ability to be allowed to do this, he didn't even know he had wanted to! But damn did this feel good.
And then there was the loud knocking at the door.
"Coach?" The stranger, obviously a student, shouted at the other side of the door.
Bobby -because Stiles was allowed to call him that now- jolted away from Stiles. The younger man was confused as to why until he heard the knock, his brain went into hyper focus mode.
His clothes were rumpled, his neck no doubt had some marks and his lips were probably brightly red and swollen.
As for Bobby, his hair was even more of a mess then it usually was and his short was just as rumpled and messed up as Stiles.
Stiles hurriedly let go of his teacher because dammit that's his teacher! It'll be months before he even turns eighteen! Stiles hurried to get up from Bobby's desk, he noticed a few of the things that had been on it were thrown off. Stiles straightened his shirt out and re-adjusted his pants.
The older man was doing the same. The two of them stared at each other slowly, as if both observing each other's efforts.
When Bobby nodded at Stiles in a silent way to say the other looked okay to go, Stiles nodded back, surprised to understand. Stiles quickly grabbed his backpack and lowered his head as he made his way to the door.
Before he could do anything Bobby said "see you later Stiles." It was so unlike Bobby, quiet and hesitant and hey he said his name correctly!
Stiles felt his face melt and burn intensely.
"Uh- yeah, sure." Stiles replied awkwardly as he lowered his head again and opened the door, whoever was on the other end Stiles didn't know and didn't care to know as he hoped his face was hidden enough. He practically ran away from possibly getting laid.