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Matty is in the staff room, chomping away at a green apple as he reads Hemingway. He’s slumped over on a stool in the corner and George is curious to say the least. George had only been teaching second form music theory for a semester but he hadn’t seen anyone on the staff nearly as fascinating as Matty.
He bristles, straightening his leather jacket as he makes a bee-line for Matty, pausing to make a cup of coffee to offer as a catalyst for conversation, He’s nervous. Doesn’t know if Matty’s even into men, but he’s itching to find out.
He tries to ignore the tremors in his hands as he stands in front of Matty.
“I only read A Farewell to Arms because it was forced down my throat during my A Levels.”
He’s cringing inwardly at his choice of icebreaker as Matty stops chewing, his eyes flicking up and
Oh
He doesn’t miss the way Matty’s eyes rake over his body.
“Hemingway is an acquired taste, I must say.”
Matty’s eyes settle on the mug in George’s hands and his lips click up into a smirk.
“Is that for me? To tide me over while I read this tremendously pretentious tome?”
George breathes a laugh and nods, handing the mug to Matty, who promptly discards his apple core and takes a hearty sip of the brew, moaning as the caffeine hits his bloodstream.
“Ugh. I needed this today.”
George laughs, plonking himself down next to Matty and drinking in his appearance, messy hair, a satin shirt that was unbuttoned a little, teasing at a beautiful chest tattoo. His wire frame glasses kept falling down his nose and George found himself wanting to fuck Matty so hard that they’d fall completely off. He swallowed hard to compose himself because, patience, Daniel. You’ve gotta figure out just exactly what it is this beautiful creature enjoys.
“‘M George, in case you were wondering. Mr. Daniel to my students.”
Matty smirks.
“I’m Matty. Just Matty. Don’t get the luxury of formalities when you work in the library.”
George laughs as he sips his own coffee.
“No, I suppose not.”
They make idle chit-chat about their lives and George finds himself enamoured by the way Matty illuminates and talks at a million miles an hour when the topic of conversation is something he’s passionate about. He’s just finishing up a heated point about the homoeroticism of James Joyce when a shrill bell sounds, alerting all the staff that their classes are due to start.
George sighs, getting to his feet. He looks at Matty again, whose expression is now downright hungry as he lets his eyes drag slowly and oh so hotly over George’s body. George swallows hard. He doesn’t want to be teaching a room full of teens with a raging fucking hard on.
“Will I be seeing you again, Mr. Daniel?”
Matty’s voice was low and laced with desire. George was going out of his fucking mind.
“Y-yeah, Matty. I get off in about an hour, so my afternoon is free.”
Matty is suddenly also on his feet, reaching for George’s hand and sloppily writing his phone number on the back of it with a smirk.
“Perfect. I also finish in about an hour so maybe we can get off together.”
George blushes all the way down to his feet at Matty’s insinuation.
“I’d love to.”
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George is distracted as he teaches his last class of the day, fucking up explanations of descants and iambic rhythm more than once as his thoughts strayed to Matty. He was going to fuck him so hard he couldn’t see properly, and he was so so excited for it.
Matty hated that the afternoon seemed to drag on, loathing when the teenage girls flirted with him as he filed books away as per the Dewey decimal system, just thinking about George, his massive fucking hands and how they’d feel clamped down on his hips while he rode him. He was so totally fucked.
Much to George’s dismay, he had a mountain of work that he had to finalise once his class was over, so he tapped out an apologetic text to Matty, explaining the situation. He grumbled to himself as he pocketed his phone, of course his job was going to fucking cockblock him.
After 15 mind numbing minutes of marking and re-writing, a soft knock came from the classroom door and George frowned as he got up to answer it.
He pulled the door open to reveal a shy looking Matty, nervously pushing his glasses back up his nose as they slid down and George had to fight the urge to kiss him right then and there.
“I, ehm. Figured you might want some company.”
George smiled widely as he ushered Matty in, locking the door behind him.
“There’s no one in the world I’d rather see, Matty.”
George ran a hand through his hair anxiously, not daring to meet Matty’s eyes.
“So-“
Matty was on him in an instant, kissing him so hotly and deeply that George’s knees nearly buckled. Matty broke the kiss with a heated gasp
“Been driving myself to distraction thinking about this.”
George grunts in response and kisses Matty again, backing him against the whiteboard and effortlessly lifting him to wind his legs around his waist.
They’re both so fucking hard, rocking against each other as they moan. Matty gets his fingers in George’s hair and tugs, causing him to moan wetly as Matty licks into his mouth.
George feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He kisses Matty’s jaw, the pale expanse of his neck,
“Fuck, Matty.”
Matty whines in response and pushes his hips forward again.
“George, please. Want you to fuck me, fuck, please, George.”
George chuckles into Matty’s skin and gently lowers his legs, allowing Matty to get his footing as he pants.
“How do you want it, Matty?”
Matty is so hard his jeans are straining and George can’t help but touch, palming over him to elicit more of those pretty noises.
“Fuck, George. Wanna ride you.”
George’s brain blacks out for a second as he nods, dragging Matty by the wrist into one of the soundproof practise rooms.
They’re kissing feverishly again as they sink to the carpet, Matty straddling George’s thighs as he moans heavily before his hand flies up to cover his mouth. George smirks as he drags Matty’s hand away, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb.
“Sound proof room.”
Matty giggles and pushes down hard against George’s straining cock
“Good.”
George pulls his mustard turtle neck up and off and Matty lets out a hot groan at the sight of his toned, tattooed body.
“Oh, mister Daniel.”
He moans, licking from his neck down to his navel, where he playfully bites at the soft skin. George moans lowly as Matty starts mouthing over his erection, wetting the denim as he sits back slightly.
“Cmon. Show me what you’re working with.”
His slender fingers undo the zip of George’s jeans, and he slides them down to mouth over his erection once more.
George’s hand instinctively winds into Matty’s curls and he doesn’t miss the way Matty fucking moans at it.
Matty helps George get his boxers down and stops, groaning weakly.
“Oh fuck, George, you’re fucking huge”
George chuckles and fists Matty’s hair tighter as he guides his mouth back down.
“Cmon. Suck it fucking down, Matty.”
Matty swirls his tongue around the glistening head before he’s swallowing George’s cock down deep, almost choking himself in the process.
George can’t stop fucking moaning at the sight of Matty, he looks so in his element with his mouth stuffed full of cock, his tongue feeling so heavenly as it ran up the veins on the underside.
“Fuck, Matty. Your mouth is made for sucking cock”
Matty pulls off with an obscene pop and starts stroking George languidly as he giggles, eyes boring into George’s.
“You’ve got a cock that needs to be worshipped”
George groans and all but tugs Matty up by the hair fo kiss him, aware that they were running out of time and if he didn’t fuck him right the fuck now, he wouldn’t forgive himself.
“Ride my fucking cock, Matty.”
Matty moans at his words, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before unceremoniously getting out of his jeans and boxers, his cock curving up against his stomach as he positioned himself over George. He sucked two fingers into his mouth to slick them liberally before getting the spit on his aching hole, there was no time for prep, he was gonna feel it in the morning and he was lost to the idea.
He brackets his hands on George’s chest as he starts to sink down, a loud whimper spilling from him and he finds himself endlessly grateful that the room is soundproof.
“You sound like a fucking whore, Matty.”
George moans as Matty is finally fully seated on his cock, breathing open mouthed.
“Can’t help it, you’re so fucking huge, George. Fuck I can feel you right fucking here-“
He grabs George’s hand to press against where his monster fucking cock is pushing his stomach out and George moans, starting to thrust up into Matty’s tight little body, but never moving his hand.
“Fucking hell, Matty. Got so deep in you, huh?”
All Matty can do is nod as he starts to bounce.
“Oh fuck, George”
he sounds so wrecked, George is delirious from the feeling of him.
“Fuck Matty, you’re so fucking tight for me.”
Matty is moaning so loudly now, nails digging into George’s chest as he angles his hips to get George to fuck against his prostate. Once he finds that spot inside him he almost squeals.
“Jesus, George. Feels so fucking good, fuck. Touch me, please touch me.”
George moans as he gets a fist around Matty’s cock, stroking harshly as his orgasm creeps up slowly.
“Fuck, Matty. Gonna cum in that pretty little hole.”
Matty moans feebly as he starts to cum, streaking his satin shirt in obscene lines. The visual paired with how tight Matty clenches down around him sets George off, cumming thickly inside the beautiful man on top of him.
“Jesus Christ, Matty.”
George pants.
Matty just giggles.
“You are a spectacular fuck, Mr. Daniel”.