RonnEt

The Scandal

It was three o'clock, school was out, and tension was in the air. The band teacher, Karl Ronning, sat in his room, waiting for Michael Banet, the next door orchestra teacher. Michael stood, making his way through the portal to the band room.
Karl stands up abruptly as the last student leaves, "You made it."
"I'm aware that I'm late, you don't need to point it out, Burgundy."
"Hey, drop the name," he mutters, walking into the percussion graveyard to retrieve a bottle of slide grease. Michael chuckles, noticing piles of various charts sitting on Karl's desk in neat piles, "Chart nerd..." He purposefully knocks a few papers on the ground just to watch the other man to pick them up in a moment.
"Leave the charts alone," Karl says, tossing the bottle of slide grease to his coworker.
"You're taking the blame if Sulkosky walks in." Michael started taking his shoes off setting the sneakers aside. Karl locks the doors to his room, turning off almost all of lights. The only light remaining is a desk lamp in his office. "Office door, Karl, don't want one of your students picking the lock and getting in here...."
Karl locks the office door, and starts pulling his shirt off. "You're fidgeting again." Michael teased amusedly. Karl gave him an annoyed look as he shakily fumbled with his last button. "Lemme get that for you." The taller man leaned down and unbuttoned the last shirt button.
Karl mumbles a thanks and rids himself of the shirt, shaking pretty badly.
"Stop being so nervous, we could only lose our jobs."
"Shut up Michael......" Karl pulls off everything but his boxers, blushing badly. Michael followed suit, groping the other man through his boxers as he slips his jeans off.
Karl moans, looking away as soon as he catches a glimpse of Michael's tight-fitting boxer-briefs. Michael chuckles, running his finger down Karl's chest to his crotch.
"Stop teasing....." Karl moans.
The orchestra teacher chuckled again, "You don't rush the tempo now, let's keep it a nice andante."
Karl moans as his dominator continues to avoid his throbbing erection. Michael reached his hand down to fondle Karl "I hope you like the taste of slide grease~" he joked, handing him the bottle of grease and pushing his own boxers down.
Karl looked momentarily confused at Michael's jest, "What....?"
"Coat me, Burgundy."
Karl mentally groans at the nickname and starts expertly coating Michael's member as if it were a trumpet valve or trombone slide. The orchestra teacher lets out an animalistic moan.
"You're just as needy as me~" the band teacher teases. In response, Michael pulls down Karl's boxers and spreads the trumpet player's legs, all before sliding in effortlessly.