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George was a B student. He had three real friends and always showed up to class early. This caught the eye of the teacher intern in Pre-Calculus. What deepened Dream's interest was when George's grade suddenly dropped. See Dream just barely graduated high school and took the opportunity of being an intern to learn gain experience in the education department. He envied George's ability to achieve high grades without trying. So when quiet, shy, smart George started flunking Dream started investigating.
"So...Karl was it?"
"Yea-Yes, sir."
The brunette answered.
"I'm a little worried about George, he was doing at the beginning of the year, but suddenly he's started falling off. Do you know anything... that's like...causing him to stress out, or uninterested in studying and making good grades?"
Dream asked. Karl pondered.
"No. He actually said he couldn't hang out with us because he was studying..."
Karl explained. Dream's interest peaked.
"Alright, thanks."
"Anytime Mr. Callisto."
Karl chirped before going back to his worksheet.
Dream sat at a student's desk in the front row waiting for George. He didn't tell the teacher he worked under about anything, no that would ruin the fun. So here he sat waiting for George to walk through the door.
"Sorry I'm late, Ms. Kristen kept us late."
George murmured. He sat across from Dream.
"So I asked you to come here to talk about your grades."
George scoffed quietly. Dream became antsy as George didn't make eye contact with him.
"What's going on?"
Dream asked, raising his voice slightly.
"I dunno, I just can't pay attention anymore..."
George rushed out, his face becoming more and more rosy as time passed. Dream watched George fidget and play with the pen in his hand. He remembered the time he was handing out papers and their hands accidentally touch. He remembered George making the same face. The pieces of the puzzle snapped together in Dream's head. He felt something buzz inside of his stomach. He felt excited. He felt satisfied. He felt worthy.
"Hmmm? So I could offer extra credit, I'd just need to check in with Mr. Sam. I'm sure he'd be fine with it. I can also ask the guidance counselor to help you figure out what's going on."
Dream rambled, the smug smirk on his face becoming more apparent.
"No no, I want to raise my grade by actually like...working. And I feel like talking to the guidance counselor is unnecessary."
George panicked.
"Really cause I feel like it's important to crack down on what's distracting you and eliminate the problem as soon as possible. We both know the sooner we can fix your grade the better."
Dream said quieter as he moved his face closer to George's.
"I-"
"Unless you'd like an alternative solution."
Dream interrupted George.
"Wh-What is it?"
"It's a win-win situation. You get a boost in your grade, and you get to sleep with me."
Dream whispered, keeping his eyes locked on George's. George stood up and picked up his bag.
"I dunno...I need to think about... it."
George hesitated.
"I promise you I won't do anything you won't want."
"I know."
George whispered.
"Please don't be scared of me."
"I'm not scared of you."
"I promise I won't hurt you...but I don't want you to feel like you NEED to do it."
"I know. I'm sorry, I'll see you tomorrow."
Dream nodded and anxiously tapped his finger on the desk.
"Good morning Mr. Callisto."
Karl said deviously.
"Hey....Karl."
Dream answered nervously. Karl chuckled. George was behind him and punched his bag with an embarrassed frown.
"George...can we talk after class?"
Dream whispered. George nodded.
Dream had never been so bored in his life. He felt like he was slowly withering away as he watched the clock tick. His eyes often wisped over George's face, and most of the time he was looking back. Mr. Sam was teaching that day and Dream didn't have anything to do. Finally, the bell rang and George walked over to Dream.
"So...?"
"I'll do it."
George whispered.
"Hey Clay? Can you take these papers down to the office?"
Mr. Sam asked.
"Yeah."
Dream answered. He grabbed George's hand and took the papers down to the office.
"Where are we gonna do it?"
"Breakroom bathroom."
Their footsteps echoed in the empty hall.
"I promise you I will go easy on you."
Dream opened the door to the office, leaving George to sit alone in his thoughts.
"Hey George."
Sapnap chuckled.
"Hi."
"You got a referral?"
He asked. George shook his head.
"Just waiting for someone."
George answered. Sapnap looked into the office.
"Oh shit. I thought Karl was joking."
Sapnap shouted.
"Shut up."
George whispered. Dream walked out the office.
"Hi Nick."
"Hi Clay."
Dream walked down the hall. Sapnap smirked. George followed Dream.
"What do you want me to do?"
George asked, watching Dream look the door.
"Strip."
Dream answered bluntly. George shyly took off his clothes facing away from the intern. Dream mirrored his actions, awkwardly because he didn't want to scare off the poor boy.
"Uhm...can you..."
George started. Dream looked up from his belt.
"Can you kiss me?"
Dream grabbed his waist and pressed his lips against George's. George's lips were a little bit chapped, he could taste some sort of chapstick which turned him on. He pulled on George's lip and ran his hand down the Brit's back. He felt his dick press against his khakis while kissing George's neck.
"Get down."
George sat on the bathroom floor.
"Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"To fulfill your part of the deal."
Dream said as he unzipped his khakis.
"Hey?"
"Yeah...I'm ready"
George answered. Dream pulled down his boxers. George wasn't impressed nor was he disappointed.
"Come on."
George hesitantly took in the intern's tip. The blonde put his hands on the student's hair. He led the boy's head along until he gagged. George coughed.
"You okay?"
Dream asked, failing to hide the concern in his voice. George nodded and tried again.
"You're doing good."
Dream murmured. George pressed his tongue on the bottom of Dream's dick. Dream gasped.
"Fuck...keep doing that."
He panted. George grabbed Dream's khaki-covered thighs with his hands.
"Oh my god George-"
Dream gasped. George was surprised how vocal Dream was. He couldn't say it turned him off. Dream rested his hand on George's cheek (which was scalding hot).
"I'm close."
Dream whispered. He pulled George off and came. George looked up at Dream.
"So when is the extra credit due?"
George asked.
