Gay One Shots #1

1. Nobody's Better

J Cole as Mr. Jeremiah Cole

Fetty Wap as DeShawn Maxwell

Mr. Cole's P.O.V

My heart skipped a couple beats when he walked in with his crew of delinquent friends. They seem to call themselves 'the Remy boys' or some shit like that. Somehow, this nigga, DeShawn, got under my skin. He is so fucking fine. Although he has one eye, he was one of the finest niggas I've ever met.

Now, their noisy asses were strolling into my class almost 15 minutes late. I was scared to actually say something to DeShawn. He made me feel some type of way. From his sexy body to his bleached dreads, from his one eye to his perfect pearly white smile. He was just so perfect. His fuckboy attitude and his swag just made me wanna fall to my knees and suck the soul out of his dick.

"Where are you all coming from at this time? It's almost 15 minutes after the hour," I managed to get out evenly.

"Nigga, ain't nobody gives a fuck about what the time is."

Jesus!!! His voice was so deep and velvety... Like shit!!!!!! This nigga is getting the better part of me.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" I asked. "You know what, don't even answer that. You have detention with me after school."

His jaw clenched and unclenched. The simple actions sent shiver down my spine. I had to hold back a moan or else they would think that I'm nuts.

He walked to his seat with his friends without another word. I could have sworn that I'd seen his eye darken with lust, but I couldn't be sure. I commenced my lesson about the worst thing that anyone could ever learn, the Haitian Revolution.

I really don't see the need to study this in History. The most boring shit ever.

~AFTER CLASS~

"Why do you feel the need to act up in my class, Mr. Maxwell?" I asked.

"I ain't gotta answer you."

I sighed deeply. I wasn't going to put the detention on his record, but at the rate that we were going, I had a better mind of putting it on his record. Not that it would affect him anyway.

"Why don't you just respect me?" I asked, feeling a little hurt. I was the only one that he acted this way with. I have no idea why.

He brought his eye up to meet mine. Our gazes stayed locked as he got up and walked over to me. My heart began to race and my throat felt dry. My knees began to shake and I began to back up. He kept on coming forward until my back hit the wall. My breath left my mouth in puffs. Any stupid person could feel the sexual tension rolling off us in waves. This nigga was just so fucking fine.

My dick hardened at the sight of him above me. His dreads in a ponytail and his eye dark with lust.

I looked away. I couldn't do this. I was in a relationship. A very serious one. Although I was gay, I had a wife to be my cover because my fucking jackass parents were homophobic.

"I can't do this," I husked out. My voice sounded as if I had been asleep all day. "I have a wife."

That didn't stop him.

"I don't care," he said in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. His lips were so close to my ear that I could basically feel them against my flesh. "Nobody's better by your side than me."

That almost made me cum so fucking hard in my pants. I took a deep breath and mustered up all the strength I had in me and pushed him away. He didn't even bulge. He just stared down at me with a lustful look in his eye.