heavymetals | ( psl ) hot for teacher

( psl ) hot for teacher

[ Of all the things Erik had imagined for a new, reinvented future, this definitely wasn't one of them. His life so far has been made of so many missteps, so many mistakes, his public image fluctuating wildly but for the most part, not being particularly good. He was even labeled a terrorist at one point, before his efforts for the mutant cause actually landed him in a better light eventually. A path of struggle that proved to be far more difficult than his attempts to wage war on the world, in the name of his kind but truly, just another expression of his anger.

It has always been a work in progress. Slow, with setbacks, and contrary opinions even now. At least among mutants, he's largely seen as a figure of good, a role model for a better future for their kind, of cooperation with mankind while refusing to compromise. Still ready to fight if it ever comes down to that.

But the last few years have become ones of peace, and Erik has carved himself a spot here, in the mansion, admittedly with much of Charles's help. The telepath helped him settle in, coaxed him to take a position as a teacher, encouraged him even when he didn't feel like he quite fit that role, and he was surprised to learn that he became rather popular among the students. It was already more than what he could ask for, and he couldn't imagine it becoming any better than that— only for Charles to approach him about taking over the school on his behalf, as Charles decides to step back and venture to other projects. Dedicate himself more to the X-Men and leaving the meaningful job of offering a home to young mutants, and guide them through this new world.

It's an overwhelming thing, and he feels out of his depth even after months of accepting the offer. Charles offers some insight on occasion, but he's not always around, and Erik often relies on senior teachers for their suggestions and opinions. But those aren't the only teachers working at the school— some younger faces have joined the board, a few even former students themselves, one of which Erik even remembers sitting on his classes not so long ago... ]

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[ When Erik encourages him to have another top up, Bobby smiles and proceeds to help himself. Once his glass is filled again, he immediately takes another sip. It's not as if he wants to get wasted tonight but the alcohol does help keep him a bit warm and pleasantly buzzed through this conversation. It's a nice feeling. Add Erik as a good conversationalist and this is a perfect night.

With his gaze returning to the other mutant, Bobby has a steady, soft smile on his lips. ]

Oh, yeah? Then, that's no party. [ He chuckles a little. ] But I'd have to agree. It's better to talk to you when it's just the two of us. Alone. Getting comfortable and all that. [ The bourbon's probably loosening his tongue a little, but Bobby doesn't mind. ] Maybe in a different setting other than an office or a classroom.

[ Bobby doesn't think the implications of what he just said as he takes another sip of his drink. ]

[ Erik's beginning to think that the bourbon may indeed be starting to loosen Bobby's tongue. He's fairly sure he wouldn't be suggesting what Erik thinks he's suggesting so easily, and without immediately realiing the implications in his words.

Erik, however, is very much aware. Too aware, and suddenly he feels bad for encouraging it. He doesn't let it show, though, deciding that it may be for the best to just play it down, keep the conversation light and friendly, and not like Bobby's just inadvertently suggested a date. ]

Well, this is a school, so our choices are limited. Communal area, next time? There's always the kitchen. The gardens are pretty big.

[ That last one definitely sounds like a terrible idea. But it's at least better than suggesting either of their bedrooms, so. ]

Yeah, that's what I was suggesting. The communal area's perfect, I think.

[ Their bedrooms are far from what Bobby's thinking, to be fair. He just wants them to converse outside of their sessions, too. Hang out and stuff. Spend more time together. He doesn't know if those are qualified as dates because, while he knows he's somehow attracted to Erik, Bobby thinks he's a good friend anyway. Friendly dates exist, after all. ]

I guess I just want to spend more time with you, is all. [ Which sounds more heartfelt than it should, but Bobby means it, especially now that there's a light buzz in his veins. ]

[ That's true, there can be friendly dates. Absolutely innocent, no other intentions or ulterior motives. Not that Erik's had many of those, since he's not exactly one to make friends. He's had Charles as a friend, and he and Ororo get along. Surely he can manage that with Bobby, too. ]

Alright. Then we do that next time we meet. Nothing work related. Just sharing a drink and talking.

[ That's good. Simple, easy. They've always found it easy to talk to each other, so this won't be any different. ]

[ Bobby thoroughly enjoys their many conversations over the course of these sessions. Erik has always given him nuggets of wisdom whenever possible, as well as advice whenever he's struggling. Sometimes, Bobby thinks he can spend hours on end just talking to the man. Of course, it doesn't help that he's attractive and the attraction he holds for him is something he never thought possible (or will ever be possible given their stations.)

Maybe he shouldn't encourage it, but Bobby knows he just can't stay away from Erik. His pull is too strong and the young mutant's but a piece of metal attracted to magnet. ]

That'd be great. [ He grins, despite himself, taking another sip of his bourbon. ] I enjoy our conversations a lot. Never a dull moment for me. Has anyone ever told you that? That you have a way with words?

[ Well, to be fair, Erik shouldn't be encouraging it either. It's definitely not all on Bobby. At least he has the excuse of the bourbon, whereas Erik has barely started his second glass.

The question seems a little sudden, surprising Erik. A soft, amused chuckle pushes past his lips, and he shrugs, arms crossed in front of himself as he does. ]

Something to that effect, yes. A few times. Charles says it goes well with my mutation.

[ You are magnetic in every sense of the word, my friend, as he so eloquently put it. Of course, he'd been mostly teasing Erik then, while he doubts that's the case with Bobby. ]

You are a magnetic force of a man, to be fair. I mean sometimes I can't help but be really drawn to you, you know?

[ Loose lips sink ships, or perhaps in this case, help sail them. But it takes a while for Bobby to realize what he just said that when he did, his cheeks immediately redden and he instantly downs what remains of his third glass of bourbon, as if that'll help drown the embarrassing statement. ]

What I meant is that, um. You're charismatic and you carry yourself in such a way that... [ In such a way as what, Robert Louis Drake? he hears himself ask, and before Bobby knows it, he's reaching for another helping of bourbon. ] Sorry I mean you just exude charm, I guess?

[ As if that's even better. He just keeps digging his grave deeper and deeper at this point. ]

A magnetic force of a man?

[ Said with an arch of his eyebrows, amusement in his expression to mask the way his heart picks up in pace just a little. Now, Charles has definitely never said that to him. And not with those words following immediately after, either.

It's bad. Really bad, because Erik's mind likes to go places a little too much whenever they're spending time together, and right now Bobby's doing absolutely nothing to help him steer clear from those thoughts. ]

Well, I... thank you for that. I can't say anyone's ever said that about me.

[ To be fair, he's been told he's charming before, mostly when flirting's involved. It has been a while since. It's not that Erik is anywhere past his prime, but other things in his life have always taken precedence over finding someone. It was never a priority for him, and even less so now.

Or it shouldn't be, anyway. Especially as he has his new position in the school to worry about, and Bobby is far from an appropriate option, for a number of reasons.

Those reasons are almost too easy to ignore, right now. When they're sitting close together in the quiet of the night, most of the school fast asleep, and Bobby's now going for a fourth serving of bourbon. Also, for the record, a terrible idea. Erik just finishes his own glass, and decides he's going to stop. Stop right there. ]

We should probably wrap up for tonight. [ Reluctantly, Erik gets to his feet, taking the bottle so he can put it away again. ] You have class early tomorrow, don't you?

Well, it's just the truth. Guess I'm glad I'm the first one who did?

[ It's raised as a question because he can't believe no one has ever told this to Erik. Then again, that just means he's the first and this realization sends a tingle up Bobby's spine. He shouldn't be excited about the prospect of being the first to compliment Erik like this, but with the buzz provided by the bourbon, he can admit he is.

The smile on his face fades, though, when Erik suggests they should wrap up for the night. Palpable disappointment crosses his features as his brows furrow a little, especially when Erik grabs the bottle of bourbon and puts it away so he won't have another glass. He pauses for a moment, sighs, and rubs the back of his head. ]

Yeah, you're right. Sorry, I think I had too much to drink or something. [ It's not as if he's drunk. Just a good buzz that's probably loosening his inhibitions little by little. The disappointment vanishes, though, as he gives Erik a smile while rising to his feet. ]

I do have classes early tomorrow. All the more reason to stop. [ It's not even putting a halt to their drinking that's disappointing. It's the way he's also going to stop spending time with Erik. Not that this session won't happen again in the future. Or that they won't see each other in communal spaces, but. ]

[ It's definitely not Erik's intention to put an end to them spending time together, far from it. But Bobby has had too much to drink tonight, and he doesn't want the younger mutant to say or do anything he might regret, or be unable to stop himself from taking advantage if he did. ]

It's alright. There's no harm in indulging on occasion. [ Within reason, of course. ] Let's just make sure it's not on a school night, next time?

[ Just so Bobby doesn't think Erik is putting a full stop to this. Is it a good idea to encourage Bobby to drink this much again, or even more? No, absolutely not. But that's something for him to concern himself with later, not tonight.

He tidies up his own desk, making sure to leave the stacks of papers neatly organized, easier to pick back up in the morning. Then he helps Bobby with his own, trying to stick to whatever organizational system Bobby has. ]

[ It's true - this has been the most he's had bourbon and he's not used to it. It's a good buzz, sure, but Bobby knows his lips are now loosened and his inhibitions chipped away slightly. He's not going to act on something he might regret later, but his current state is conducive to poorly thought decisions. ]

Yeah, I agree. Maybe this weekend?

[ It's an invitation to converse and maybe drink, too, but Bobby opens it as a friendly chat. It can be anything and Bobby knows he wouldn't mind if it stirs to the Other Direction, now that he's buzzed enough to admit it.

With Erik now helping him clean up his desk, Bobby smiles at the other man. But this smile turns to surprise when his hand accidentally touches the other while they're tidying up some of his work papers. It's a soft hover, one that Bobby doesn't immediately pull away. ]

Sorry, I didn't mean to. [ And even after he says this, he couldn't find it in him to pull away his hand. Erik's is soft and warm and maybe, just maybe, it'd be nice to lace his fingers through it. He doesn't dare, of course, but if Erik doesn't pull away his hand, then perhaps... ]

If you're not going anywhere. Friday would be nice.

[ Not that Bobby really goes anywhere much on the weekends. Erik knows he's estranged from his human family, and that most, if not all, of the people who are part of his social circle are either at the school, or in the X-Men. And the latter happens to not be anywhere near right now, so.

Whatever focus Erik pours onto tidying up Bobby's papers is disrupted far too suddenly when he feels Bobby's hand on his. He freezes in place, unable to ignore it when Bobby goes on to actually bring it up, his head tilting only to find Bobby's face far too close to his, blue meeting blue.

No, he doesn't think Bobby meant to. He doesn't think Bobby means to do or say anything he is right now. Which isn't to say that he doesn't want to do this, but he's just tipsy enough that he's not really caring about the potential complications as he normally would, and Erik... Erik is almost a weak enough man to throw those concerns to the wind himself and take what he wants from it.

Another point in his life, perhaps he would have.

Instead, he makes a choice that feels far too difficult, and tears his eyes away, looking back down to the papers. He moves his hand away as he stacks files, picking them up into his arms. ]

It's alright.

[ Well, it's not, but he can pretend. Clearing his throat, he nods to the door, still smiling in spite of that awkward moment. ] I'll walk you to your room?

[ Another thing they always do. It just feels like it comes with all kinds of implications now. ]

I think Friday's great, yeah.

[ It's a good way to herald the weekend, Bobby thinks. Spending time with Erik has always been a good thing regardless, anyway. Sure he has his social circle here in the school, as well as the X-Men, but Erik's presence has always been a comforting one for Bobby. He understands why, and is willing to admit it under this stupor he's now in, but he still has enough sobriety left not to.

So, when their hands do touch and Erik moves his away, a sharp pang resonates within Bobby's chest. Does this mean Erik doesn't like him? Well, he shouldn't really given their stations, so maybe this is for the best. Perhaps Erik doesn't actually like him and this is a clear rejection if there is one. So, even if the pulling away tears apart a piece of Bobby, he just accepts it. Nothing more than casual friendship should be born out of this, anyway.

With a nod, Bobby smiles when Erik offers to walk him to his room. ]

Yeah, sure. [ Then, as he picks up his own pile of paperwork, and glances at the door, Bobby hesitates then smiles. ] But if you have somewhere else to go or you'd rather go to sleep early, I won't stop you. I think I've already taken up too much of your time, Erik.

[ It's true Erik always walks him back to his room, but he doesn't know if he'd like that right now with the rejection he just got. Still, he very much would like to spend more time with the other man. ]

[ Erik is, unfortunately, very much aware that him pulling away probably feels like a rejection. It's not, not really, because he wanted nothing more than to take Bobby's hand in his, to close the distance further and kiss him next, but he knows that it's not so simple. It's not only a matter of what they want, but what's right or not. And in his position, especially given Bobby's current state, this is absolutely not the right thing to do. ]

You say it like it's a sacrifice on my end to spend time with you.

[ When he's just told Bobby that he likes the time they spend together, that he prefers it all the more when they're alone. When he's only just agreed to do the same next Friday. He wouldn't do any of that if he didn't enjoy these moments they get to have.

He just shouldn't— he can't— allow it to be anything more than a yearning. Even if it is down to him to keep that distance. ]

Come on. I'll walk you. [ He starts towards the door, before Bobby tries to dissuade him again. He flicks a hand and the door opens, stepping onto the hallway and waiting for Bobby to catch up to him. ]

No, no, it's not like that. I just -

[ Just what, Bobby? his head asks again and before he knows it, his next words die down in his throat. It's true - he wants to spend time with Erik, wants nothing more but to be with the other man. But the seeming rejection compounded by the awareness of their roles in the school makes this attraction all the more difficult and complicated.

He nods and follows Erik to the hallway, though, not wanting to argue against walking him to his room since he likes it anyway. There's just all these sorts of feelings right now that he's admitted but doesn't want to process.

He falls in stride with Erik as they walk to his room, his gaze lingering on the other man beside him before it averts to the hallway ahead. ] Thanks for always doing this every after our session. I like spending time with you and this is no exception, I just want to make that clear.

[ As much as he'd like to know what Bobby was going to say, it's probably for the best that he doesn't finish that thought. It makes the silence between them strange— not uncomfortable, but unfamiliar. A lack of warmth an ease in the way they walk down the hallway, then up the stairs, crossing the mansion as they head to the wing where the teacher quarters are. ]

I like to do it.

[ Walking Bobby to his room, delivering him to his door. It's silly, really. It's not like their meetings are dates, after all. ]

I enjoy spending time with you, Robert. [ More than I should, in ways that I shouldn't. ] Never doubt that.

[ Bobby knows Erik likes spending time with him, but hearing it from the other man is always such a good thing. He chuckles a little when Erik says those words as he glances at him with a more fond look, fonder than it has any right to be. With the dimmer lights of the mansion, he hopes it's not as visible but Bobby also wishes Erik can catch a glimpse of it, let him know his words has affected him quite so.

But even before he lets that gaze linger, he averts it. He shouldn't let him know. It's not right. ]

Same for me, Erik. I enjoy every little second I spend time with you. [ Must've sounded too romantic, but at this point with the buzz of the bourbon, he doesn't care. It's genuine.

As they reach his room, though, Bobby stops just before his door way and glances back at the other man. ] Well, here's my stop. [ He smiles and, for a while, he wants to do something. Expecting something even. ]

[ It is a little romantic, but Erik tries not to think too much about that. Tries not to focus too hard on the warmth in Bobby's tone, or the way he keeps stealing glances Erik's way. It's very distracting, and he less and less wants to part ways, despite his better judgment.

Finally they come to Bobby's doorstep, and that look he gives Erik, the words that linger in the space between them, come across as a clear invitation. Expectation hanging in the air. It's the worst feeling right now, having to remind himself that he can't. Force himself not to give into it, when Bobby's all but offering himself.

He does hold Bobby's gaze, like he still wants Bobby to know that those feelings aren't lost on him. He's not rejecting him. It's just far more complicated than that.

He hands Bobby the folders he's holding, lingering closer to him. He takes a slow breath, his gaze dropping away. He has to stop looking into those eyes at some point. ]

Good night, Robert.

[ The pause lingers, far too long for his liking, before Erik's handing him his folders and he's lingering closer. Then he wishes him good night.

Bobby doesn't know what it was, perhaps the bourbon (definitely the bourbon) that gave him liquid courage or just his feelings spilling out of him due to this good buzz (that's still because of the bourbon), but when Erik finishes greeting him good night, Bobby reaches out with his free hand to cup the man's jaw and kiss him.

It's an abrupt meeting of lips, but Bobby collides his in a slow, warm touch, opening his mouth to deepen it. It's almost as if he lets loose a dam somewhere as his attraction for Erik seeps out of him like water. He doesn't want it to end, and for a while, time stands still for him. For them, perhaps. All the yearning and pining he has felt ever since these sessions began flows rapidly through the kiss.

There's a voice inside him that's berating him, telling him this is wrong and he should stop right now but Bobby doesn't care and silences this voice for now. Because, for now, he'll allow himself to indulge. ]

[ He doesn't know what he was expecting, moving closer to Bobby like that. Maybe he thought the younger mutant was more in possession of his mental capacities, enough to hold himself back from doing something impulsive.

Apparently, he was wrong. Because instead he feels that hand on his jaw, and those lips on his, and his mind goes blank for a second or two. Ten seconds. An hour. He doesn't feel time passing either, the clock only ticking forward again when he breathes in, presses back, moves closer. Both his hands grip Bobby's arms, his head tilting to press deeper into the kiss, and for a single, beautiful moment, he can forget all about the complications, all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this.

But it's not long before those thoughts sneak in too, poison the sweet touch of their lips enough that Erik has to force himself to break away, breathing heavily. His hands are still on Bobby's arms, but he loosens his hold, wide gaze flickering up to meet Bobby's. ]

Robert— [ We can't. You're drunk. You'll regret this in the morning.

He thinks it all, but the words don't actually come out. ]

[ There's a bit of a haze that settles once the kiss breaks and it takes a while before the gravity of what just happened dawns on Bobby. And yet even when it does, he doesn't feel the full weight of it (thanks, bourbon) as a part of him is still floating with the effects of his good buzz.

So, even when there's a voice telling him he'll regret this in the morning and he shouldn't linger and allow anything else to happen, the part telling him to fuck it wins, and he leans in again to capture Erik's lips in an incendiary kiss.

The sparks of his attraction and suppressed feelings for the man linger between the two of them, almost like crackling fire and liquid flame. The hand that never left Erik's jaw sets the other's head firmly into place, his thumb caressing his cheek. He wants more, craves more, as this passionate kiss they're now sharing is beginning to stoke the heat of his desire. Bobby knows he doesn't want this to end, much like the first one. But he also knows this is a slippery slope they're now on, something they might not be able to go back from. That voice telling him stop, don't is getting quieter and quieter the more he tastes Erik.

He only fleetingly breaks the kiss just to whisper against Erik's lips. ]

Erik, I want you. Right now. Please.

[ It's the worst possible thing they could be doing right now. And yet, Erik doesn't do a single thing to discourage it. He pauses the kiss, yes, but he doesn't actually put any distance between them, he doesn't turn his head away even when he knows Bobby's leaning in for another kiss.

And it's so much more intense, this time. Not a gentle, curious taste of lips, Bobby presses over his mouth like he's a man dying of thirst and Erik's an oasis, breathing life into him. He lets out a soft sound into it, parts his lips in the process, and before he even realizes it, he's tilting his head to deepen the contact, tongue darting out to taste Bobby's mouth. His hand grip Bobby's arms tighter again, pulling him close, and when the kiss breaks again, his own arousal is undeniable in the heat of his gaze, the darkened haze when his pupils blow wide upon hearing those words.

How can he say no to that? How can anyone? It would take a strong man to resist, certainly a stronger man than he is. As soon as that last word is out of Bobby's lips, he's kissing him again, crowding further into his space. One arm slips around Bobby's waist, while his other hand flicks the door to his bedroom open, and Erik is swiftly guiding them inside. ]

[ The voice reprimanding him is now completely gone, replaced only by desire and hunger as his lips remain parted for Erik to explore as much as he can, his own tongue chasing Erik's in a collision and a dance they haven't experienced together before. He allows Erik to guide him inside his room, as the folders he carried with him drop down the floor the instant he reaches up to hold the other man's face with both of his hands.

He doesn't pull away even just for a second as he slowly walks, the back of his leg hitting his bed, forcing him to sit down and inevitably lay on his bed. His tongue sweeps across Erik's mouth, tasting more and more of the man, as if breathing for just one second is a luxury he can't possibly have. He hums his approval into the kiss the more it goes on, loving the way Erik tastes.

Of course, he has to breath at some point, so he briefly lets go, cheeks flushed, blue eyes darker than earlier. Since he laid down on his bed abruptly, his shirt hiked up to his navel, revealing a thick trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. ]

Erik... [ He moans out, heady and needy. ] Please. [ Catching his breath after that heated kiss, Bobby's chest heaves up and down. ] I've always wanted you. Always tried to deny myself, but not anymore. Not tonight. I need you so bad.

[ He pauses, swallows, as he tries to calm his erratic breathing down. The alcohol, of course, has loosened his lips. ] Take me tonight, Erik. I'm all yours.

[ For how long they've both held back from this, the trip from the hallway to the bed happens at neck-breaking speed. Erik doesn't even know how they get there; he just hears the files dropping to the floor, scattering in a mess of papers, the two of them literally just stepping over them until the world tilts, and he's got Bobby on his back on the mattress, Erik kneeling between his legs.

The kiss breaks for just long enough that Erik gets a full view of it: that flushed look on Bobby's face, the darkened heat in his gaze, the way his chest heaves with each deep inhale. The shirt riding up Bobby's torso, revealing thick hair over pale skin, muscles practically begging to be touched. He immediately acquiesces to it, both slipping underneath Bobby's shirt, guiding the fabric higher as he touches more of Bobby's skin, a thumb brushing tentatively over a nipple just to gauge his reaction. ]

Good Lord, Robert, [ he practically growls, leaning down to kiss him again and again. Never getting enough of that delicious taste. ] You have me. You've always had me.

[ He pants softly for breath as his fingers work as quickly as he can manage to unbutton Bobby's shirt, pushing it up his torso and over his head. ]

[ Bobby never could've imagined the moment will come when Erik is on top of him while he's laying on his bed, flushed, aroused, shirt hiked up, lips kiss-swollen. But damn did he dream of this many times either asleep or awake. Most of the time when he dreams of this through the night, Bobby will be waking up with sticky underwear. Right now, it's all a reality and he still can't believe it.

Gazing at Erik with sincere yet lust-filled eyes, Bobby gasps when the other man tentatively brushes over one of his nipples. He bites his bottom lip, suppressing a moan, as that area's pretty sensitive for him. To be fair, he had always been pretty sensitive, something his past partners have always told him. Pretty responsive who they can elicit some sweet sounds from. He wants more of it, craves more of Erik's touch, that it's a relief when he begins to take off his shirt.

He helps him with it, as well as basking in those words Erik just uttered. Once he's shirtless, his naked torso with a smattering of body hair exposed for Erik to see, he rewinds those words in his head. ]

Oh, Erik. [ He grins, hands still cupping the other's face. ] Then, show me. Show me that I've always had you ever since.

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