"Fuck..." Mr. Grohl breathed as he felt his cock slide down the throat of his student. Kurt was on his knees, hiding under the desk of Mr. Grohl's just incase someone decided to walk in.
"You take my cock in your mouth like such a good whore." He complimented. Kurt tried to hide his grin as he bobbed his head back and forth.
"Oh... Kurt... I'm gonna come." Mr. Grohl warned. But Kurt didn't stop. He wanted his teacher to fill his mouth with his hot cum.
And after flicked his tongue over the tip a few times, Dave completely lost control and released; coming into his student's wonderful mouth.
"Fuck!" Dave screamed, shooting on his stomach. He threw his head against his pillows as he slowly jerked himself a little more, coming down from his high.
It was another one of those nights he couldn't sleep because of the thoughts of his student, Kurt Cobain. It was mostly dirty ones, but some thoughts were sweet.
He just couldn't get his mind off how lovely Kurt's body was. Dave would do anything to bend him over his desk and have his way with him. But of course, the rules were keeping him from doing it. No relationships with students.
Dave pulled his boxers and pajamas back up and sighed. He turned over on his side and looked out the dark window. The curtains were opened just a bit, allowing moonlight to shine through.
His mind still ran with thoughts of Kurt. If only he was there with Dave. He would pull him into his arms and hold him all through the cold night.
And while Dave laid in bed, his head in the clouds, Kurt sat in front of his locked door. He was hoping his drunker father forgot he was home, or even better, passed out on the couch.
It was another one of those bad nights. The one where his father comes in drunk, argues with his mother, and takes his anger out on Kurt.
"Please please be passed out." Kurt prayed. His body was shaking in fear. He knew his father could be standing right outside that door, waiting for him to open up.
But now, it was getting late and Kurt was sleepy, so he took the risk and rose up from the cold floor and opened his bedroom door slowly.
And there his father laid on the ground, completely out. Kurt sighed in relief and shut the door back. He crawled into bed and pulled the cover over his cold body.
He shut his eyes, and almost immediately fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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"Okay, students. The work starts on page 234." Mr. Grohl announced to his class. His eyes searched around the room, watching as everyone turned to the correct page.
His brown eyes landed on Kurt, who was searching through his book. Dave had never seen any student as gorgeous as Kurt in his three years of teaching. No one at all actually.
Shit, Kurt said silently in his head. He just realized he had completely forgot a pencil. He had no other choice but to ask Mr. Grohl.
Seeing he was at his desk, looking over papers, Kurt decided to get up and ask him other than raising his hand.
"Mr. Grohl?" Kurt asked. Dave looked up, smiling at him.
"Yes?"
"Can I borrow a pencil, please?" Kurt asked politely. Dave nodded and searched around on his messy desk until he found a pencil.
"Thank you."
"You're we-welcome." Mr. Grohl said, stuttering at his words. He couldn't help but get nervous around Kurt.
He just realized Kurt was once again wearing a sweater. And it looked absolutely adorable on him. Dave could just squeeze him. And by then, his mind was lost in thoughts of Kurt once again.
It's gonna be a long day, Dave thought.
