"Siren Song: A Teacher's Forbidden Symphony"

CHAPTER 5: MARKING TERITORY

A week before the play's show, Fyo and Gaelan began to grow distant, though they remained civil in front of the other play artists and staff. Over the past two months, a lot had changed—Fyo and Braden became increasingly aggressive and sexually active with each other, unable to keep their hands off one another. This did not go unnoticed by Gaelan, who had been observing them for months. He was taken aback when one day they arrived at the university holding hands as they entered the room together. This moment heightened Gaelan's suspicions, and he began to observe them more closely, though he did so subtly.

GAELAN'S POV: 

"Fuck, Braden, that's it—keep going, I'm close, shit!" Fyo moaned as Braden sucked him in the faculty building's restroom. It was the first time I overheard them when I accidentally walked in, unaware that they were doing something that would make my blood boil.

"Shhh, princess, keep it down—someone might hear us," Braden whispered while kissing Fyo's neck. "I don't care, I want your mouth now. Please, I want to fuck your mouth, make me cum!" Fyo pleaded as the bigger man kissed him. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby, please make me cum, make me scream while you suck me dry," Fyo kept chanting, moaning Braden's name. I tried my best not to make any noise while they were at it, not wanting to disturb them, even though all I wanted to do was burst into that stall, pull Fyo away from that filthy man, and stop them from doing that disgusting thing.

"AHHHHH! FUCK!!! YES, THAT'S IT, BABY, SWALLOW IT ALL," Fyo moaned one last time. And Braden really did swallow all of it.

"Hmmm... You still taste amazing, princess. Now, kiss me and taste yourself!" Braden said. Without hesitation, Fyo grabbed the back of Braden's neck and kissed him hard. From outside, I could hear the sound of their tongues, like they were trying to suck the life out of each other. 

I decided to step outside to get some air—I felt suffocated, overwhelmed by emotions I couldn't understand. Fuck you, Fyo! What have you done to me? How can I move on from that horrible experience?

And so it continued every single day. I kept catching them doing something in that restroom. Are they really not aware they could be caught by anyone? I wish I had the guts to stop them, but honestly, I don't even know why I can't. Maybe it's because, deep down, I was somehow enjoying the sounds Fyo made when he moaned every time Braden sucked or fucked him. But damn it, I imagined it being me instead of that asshole Braden. Holy shit, what am I saying? No, I'm not like that. Stop it, Gaelan! I need to do something about this—it has to stop before someone else catches them.

The next day, we had our final rehearsal for the play, with the performance scheduled for tomorrow evening. I planned to talk to Fyo afterward, intending to come up with an excuse so he'd have no choice but to stay and talk to me.

"Okay, great job, everyone! Please get some rest because tomorrow is our big night. Good luck, stay safe, and good night!" I shouted across the stage. As people slowly began leaving the stage and heading backstage, I immediately called out Fyo's name.

"Mr. Nyman, please stay—I need to talk to you privately, and I won't take no for an answer," I said firmly, locking eyes with the handsome man in front of me. Braden was about to protest, but Fyo stopped him and whispered something in his ear. Braden frowned, clearly displeased, but nodded and left the stadium. I looked around to ensure no one else was nearby before starting the conversation.

As he was walking toward me, I turned to him, grabbed his arm, and led him to the dressing room. Once we arrived, I opened the door, stepped inside while still holding his arm, and spun us around before locking the door. I heard some grunts coming from him.