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to see what, besides his cock, would pop up.
When the results appeared, Derek scanned down the first three stories. The first one read: Millionaire’s son hailed a prodigy. The second: Youngest man to graduate with a PhD. And the third: Self-made millionaire’s son goes wild.
You don’t say… Derek’s lips pulled into a slow smile as he clicked on the third headline and waited for the page to load. When the story appeared, he noted the date. It was from two years earlier, and it opened talking about Jordan Devaney the twenty-three-year-old son to Nathan Devaney, the man who’d made millions in oil excavation back in the late eighties. It then went on to explain that his only son, and heir to his fortune, was spotted leaving an upscale gay bar in Wyoming with an unknown “friend” in the early hours of Saturday morning. When approached by the paparazzi for comment on why he was seen leaving such an establishment, young Devaney was reported to have said, “If you’re asking about my orientation, don’t bother. Because you’re not going to get a straight answer.”
Fuck yes. That was the exact attitude Derek admired and had him circling the root of his shaft. He bucked his hips up so his naked flesh was free of its confines, and as he gave it a firm pull and slowly drew his palm up the length, he shut his eyes, imagining it was Devaney.
He drew his lower lip between his teeth as his cock throbbed in his hand, and then he opened his eyes and scrolled past the rest of the words in the article to the image that had been inserted at the bottom of the piece.
It was a night shot, so it was dark except for the streetlights and the neon sign that read FUBAR , but there was no mistaking Devaney from the other man in the image with him.
Devaney was the shorter of the two and was wearing ripped jeans that sat low on his waist, and he had a white shirt on that was pretty tame for him. It was unbuttoned, and the photographer must have taken the shot just as a breeze had caught him, because the shirt was being blown away from his body and— damn , that had Derek’s hand moving faster.
Tanned and toned, Devaney had a compact body that looked entirely fuckable. Around his neck he wore some kind of beaded necklace, and his hair was styled in messy spikes that were sexy as hell.
All in all, he was exactly the kind of guy Derek could imagine under him, over him, and all fucking around him. Then add in the raised middle finger Devaney had given the photographer, and the attitude sealed the deal.
Derek shut his eyes and imagined himself in place of whoever the hell had his arm around Devaney in that photo. He imagined himself going home with him as he pumped his hips faster, and when his toes curled and the pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock to coat his hand, Derek growled. And when he thought about the disapproving tone his professor had used that afternoon when he’d told him, No one fucks me , he came harder than he’d ever come in his life.
Breathing rapidly, Derek languidly stroked himself as he came down from his orgasm. He had no idea how he was going to survive the next few months in Devaney’s class. He couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything other than the man when he was talking, and after this, today… He wasn’t sure he could look at him and not think about how it would feel to get naked with his professor.
He reached for several tissues to clean himself up, then closed out of the browser so he could go and take a shower. Maybe he would talk to Finn about it tonight when they went to Bianca’s.
It always helped when he got shit off his chest. Finn would laugh, tell him he was a douchebag, then that would be the end of that. Because liking his professor—that would be the mother of all stupid ideas. Life and school were hard enough without adding a literal meaning to the word hard .
That’s what I’ll do, Derek thought, and turned on the water. He just needed to get to Bianca’s and
When the results appeared, Derek scanned down the first three stories. The first one read: Millionaire’s son hailed a prodigy. The second: Youngest man to graduate with a PhD. And the third: Self-made millionaire’s son goes wild.
You don’t say… Derek’s lips pulled into a slow smile as he clicked on the third headline and waited for the page to load. When the story appeared, he noted the date. It was from two years earlier, and it opened talking about Jordan Devaney the twenty-three-year-old son to Nathan Devaney, the man who’d made millions in oil excavation back in the late eighties. It then went on to explain that his only son, and heir to his fortune, was spotted leaving an upscale gay bar in Wyoming with an unknown “friend” in the early hours of Saturday morning. When approached by the paparazzi for comment on why he was seen leaving such an establishment, young Devaney was reported to have said, “If you’re asking about my orientation, don’t bother. Because you’re not going to get a straight answer.”
Fuck yes. That was the exact attitude Derek admired and had him circling the root of his shaft. He bucked his hips up so his naked flesh was free of its confines, and as he gave it a firm pull and slowly drew his palm up the length, he shut his eyes, imagining it was Devaney.
He drew his lower lip between his teeth as his cock throbbed in his hand, and then he opened his eyes and scrolled past the rest of the words in the article to the image that had been inserted at the bottom of the piece.
It was a night shot, so it was dark except for the streetlights and the neon sign that read FUBAR , but there was no mistaking Devaney from the other man in the image with him.
Devaney was the shorter of the two and was wearing ripped jeans that sat low on his waist, and he had a white shirt on that was pretty tame for him. It was unbuttoned, and the photographer must have taken the shot just as a breeze had caught him, because the shirt was being blown away from his body and— damn , that had Derek’s hand moving faster.
Tanned and toned, Devaney had a compact body that looked entirely fuckable. Around his neck he wore some kind of beaded necklace, and his hair was styled in messy spikes that were sexy as hell.
All in all, he was exactly the kind of guy Derek could imagine under him, over him, and all fucking around him. Then add in the raised middle finger Devaney had given the photographer, and the attitude sealed the deal.
Derek shut his eyes and imagined himself in place of whoever the hell had his arm around Devaney in that photo. He imagined himself going home with him as he pumped his hips faster, and when his toes curled and the pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock to coat his hand, Derek growled. And when he thought about the disapproving tone his professor had used that afternoon when he’d told him, No one fucks me , he came harder than he’d ever come in his life.
Breathing rapidly, Derek languidly stroked himself as he came down from his orgasm. He had no idea how he was going to survive the next few months in Devaney’s class. He couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything other than the man when he was talking, and after this, today… He wasn’t sure he could look at him and not think about how it would feel to get naked with his professor.
He reached for several tissues to clean himself up, then closed out of the browser so he could go and take a shower. Maybe he would talk to Finn about it tonight when they went to Bianca’s.
It always helped when he got shit off his chest. Finn would laugh, tell him he was a douchebag, then that would be the end of that. Because liking his professor—that would be the mother of all stupid ideas. Life and school were hard enough without adding a literal meaning to the word hard .
That’s what I’ll do, Derek thought, and turned on the water. He just needed to get to Bianca’s and
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