Tangled Hearts And Classroom Smiles

A Night to Remember🔞

Mild smut ahead 🔞
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The rumble of an engine echoed through the quiet street as Pond pulled up in front of Fourth's apartment building in his sleek new Jaguar Vision GT sports car. Fourth, standing by the entrance, felt his breath catch as the car stopped in front of him. The glossy black finish gleamed under the streetlights, and Pond stepped out with a casual smile, dressed in a fitted black shirt and tailored slacks that left little to the imagination.

"Ready for tonight?" Pond asked, his grin wide as he handed Fourth a helmet. "Thought l'd give you the VIP experience, starting with the ride."
Fourth chuckled nervously, slipping the helmet on. "You didn't have to go all out, you know."

Pond winked. "Only the best for you."

Once Fourth was seated in the passenger seat, Pond revved the engine, and they sped off into the city night. The wind rushed by as they weaved through the streets, the powerful car purring beneath them. Fourth's heart raced, not just from the speed but from the excitement coursing through him. The night already felt electric, like something was about to change.

They arrived at the club, a sleek, exclusive venue with tinted windows and velvet ropes. A few heads turned as Pond parked, but he paid them no mind, ushering Fourth into the building and leading him straight to the VIP area.

The private room they entered was luxurious— dimly lit, plush seating, and a personal bartender on standby. Pond ordered drinks, and soon enough, they were sitting across from each other, sipping whiskey and letting the conversation flow.
"How's Nan?" Pond asked, his voice gentle, cutting through the soft music playing in the background.

Fourth smiled, though it was tinged with a hint of sadness. "She's great. Growing too fast, honestly."Pond leaned back, observing him carefully.
"You're a good father, you know that?"Fourth chuckled, shaking his head. "I try. It's not easy, but she's worth every challenge."

The conversation naturally drifted, and after another round of drinks, Pond asked the question he'd been curious about but hesitant to bring up. "Do you... want to talk about Nan's father?"

Fourth tensed slightly, but the alcohol had loosened his tongue. He took a deep breath, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "There's not much to tell. It was... an accident. I was out of suppressants and forgot to buy more. My heat hit me like a truck when I least expected it, and I... I took shelter in a public bathroom, not knowing there was an alpha nearby."

Pond's brow furrowed, listening carefully as Fourth continued.
"His rut triggered because of my heat, and it all became a blur. I barely remember anything.
When I woke up, I was alone, and months later... well, I found out I was pregnant."

Pond frowned, his hand reaching across the table to cover Fourth's. "I'm sorry you went through that." Fourth offered a small, bitter smile. "It's fine.
I'm not looking for him either. It's not like I can just show up to a random stranger and say, 'Oh, by the way, you have a daughter with me from an accident, which was mainly my fault."

Pond squeezed his hand gently.

"It wasn't your fault. Don't be too hard on yourself. You've done an amazing job with Nan on your own, and that's something to be proud of."

Fourth's chest tightened, the sincerity in Pond's voice almost overwhelming him. He swallowed hard, blinking back the emotion threatening to rise to the surface. "Thank you, Pond. Really."

Sensing that the conversation was getting a little heavy, Fourth changed the topic, diving into lighter subjects—his time at university, funny anecdotes about teaching kindergarten, and even a few embarrassing stories about Nan.

As the drinks kept coming, Fourth found himself loosening up even more, laughing freely at Pond's witty comments and dry humor. Pond, too, was drinking more than usual, his gaze lingering a bit longer on Fourth, the tension between them growing with every passing minute.

By the time they were ready to leave, Fourth was completely drunk, his words slurring as he leaned on Pond for support. "You're... you're too nice, Pond. Like... really nice."

Pond, though drunk, was still more sober than Fourth, and he chuckled softly, helping him to the car. "You think so?"
"Mmhm," Fourth mumbled, his head resting on Pond's shoulder as they waited for the chauffeur to arrive. "Too nice. I don't deserve someone like you."

Pond's chest tightened at the words, his hand gently stroking Fourth's back. "That's not true, Fourth. You deserve the world."
The drive back to Fourth's apartment was quiet, the two of them lost in their own thoughts.

Once they arrived, Pond helped Fourth out of the car, his arm wrapped around his waist as they stumbled toward the front door.
Inside, the air felt different-thicker, charged with something unspoken. Pond closed the door behind them, and for a moment, they just stood there, looking at each other.

Fourth's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Pond, his breath shallow. "Pond...
I..
Before he could finish the thought, Pond stepped closer, his hand gently cradling Fourth's face. Their lips met in a slow, heated kiss, the tension between them finally snapping. Fourth gasped softly, his body responding instantly to the touch.

The kiss deepened, and before either of them could think too much about it, they were moving to the couch, hands roaming, hearts racing. Fourth's head spun, not just from the alcohol but from the sheer intensity of it all— Pond's lips on his, the way their bodies pressed together, the heat between them.

It wasn't long before the kiss turned into more, clothes discarded piece by piece as they gave into the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface all night. Fourth's mind was a blur, lost in the sensations, in Pond's touch, in the way his body seemed to fit perfectly against his.

By the time it was over, they were lying tangled together on the couch, the room filled with the quiet sound of their breathing. Fourth's head rested on Pond's chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath soothing the whirlwind of emotions running through him.

For a moment, everything felt perfect-like this was where he was meant to be.