My Bi Professor [COMPLETED]

6-"Round two?"

Keiynan Lonsdale-

"Don't you ever. Ever. Disrespect me again." I spit at the young boy below me. We were so close I could feel his heart beating against mine. But, it wasn't fast. He wasn't scared.

He sighs. "Mr. Lonsdale..." I didn't know what that meant. Was it out of fear? Anger? Disgust? Happiness? Need?

I found myself involuntarily closing me eyes, and leaning forward. Our lips brushed, and sparks flew through my body. For a second.

I abruptly jump away, turning my back on him. I couldn't bare to look at his probably disgusted face. "Fuck, th-that wasn't supposed to happen." My hands fly into the air.

I hear his feet echoing in movement in the garage. "I-I should go," Ash stammers out.

"Yeah, that'd be best," I quickly answer. I didn't want my loving side getting the better of me. I didn't want him to know that I didn't want him to go. To know how much I want to hold his body in my arms. To gaze in to his grassy eyes. To run my hands through his brown hair. To know how much I long to touch, really touch, his perfect lips. To know how much I wanted to hear him say my name. Say he loves me.

But, this was all forbidden. I was his teacher. He probably hates me. He probably doesn't even like guys, and besides that he has a girlfriend.

I realize he has already left, and hop into my car. I start the engine, but don't drive. I bang my head repeatedly against the wheel.

Shit.

The events of Saturday night play over and over in my head the further past 5 it becomes. It was already 5:30, and I was starting to doubt he would come.

After a few more minutes, there was a nervous knock on the door. "Professor Lonsdale?" Ash's nervous voice calls out.

I turn back on my cold exterior. I couldn't afford getting closer to him. I just ignore him, taking in his outfit. He wore a black shirt with a blue hoodie over it, and black sweatpants. It contrasted my outfit of a white dress shirt with black dress pants and shoes.

He repeats his question. "What?" I coldly respond.

He takes a step into my office. "I was wondering if we could talk about Saturday night?" He says.

I shake my head. "There's nothing to talk about. It was a mistake." In my heart, I knew it wasn't.

He gripped a coffee cup in his hand slightly tighter. I grabbed my mug, taking a sip of tea, not looking into his eyes. "Mr. Lonsdale, I just-," he takes another step forward, being cut off by my abrupt movements.

I push my chair away from my desk, bolting up from my chair, and taking a step towards my student. My student. My student. "No. I just want us to forget any of this happened, understand?" I take intimidating steps towards him through out the threat, until I was only a step away from him.

He sighs, still showing no anger or fear like most others. "Let me just ask one question," He begs. I groan, but don't stop him. "Why did you do it? I-I mean, why me? A-a guy?" He clarifies.

I shrug, turning my back to him. "'Cause I'm bi, Miller. 'Cause I'm bi." I don't know why I felt the need to explain myself to him, but I knew he wouldn't tell anybody. I knew he'd keep it a secret, even if he does hate me.

I could hear him shift his weight uncomfortably. "Oh. M-me too." I didn't understand why he told me this. Maybe it was the same reason I told him.

I smile slightly, but quickly replace it with a straight, unreadable face. I couldn't dare show him any emotion again. Not after what I felt that night.

I send him to go do some useless thing, not wanting the awkward silence that had burned my ears a few minutes ago. Even with him gone, I couldn't help but long for his lips. For him with me.

This went on for a few weeks. No eye contact or serious conversations, just ignoring what happened that night. It was the only way.

Until, one day, he came into my office after school for work. It seemed like it would be a normal afternoon, but I was wrong.

He sighed, sitting down in a chair before me. "Professor Lonsdale, I can't help but think about that night," He confesses.

I couldn't either. But, I stood up, ready to lecture him on why nothing could or should happen.

But, as I stood up, so did Ash. He took a few steps towards me, and I turned it so his back was facing the wall. "Ash, I..." I didn't know where to go after that.

I approached him slowly, putting my hands on either side of his head, trapping him against the wall. His hands trailed my arms. "Professor, I need help. I don't know what to do," Ash seductively bits his lip. It was 4:45, which meant he had had time to go away from the school, explaining the faint smell of whiskey on his breath.

The smell wasn't too strong, but it was there. "Are you drunk, Miller?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Not drunk, just... a little buzzed?" He tries. I scoff, but keep him in his prison between my arms. "Okay, okay, I'm not that drunk, actually! I had one beer, maybe two." He says.

I sigh. "Miller, you shouldn't be drinking," I scold.

He puts his hand on the back of my head. "But Professor," he smirks. He pushes my head towards him, making our lips connect once again.

I don't fight it. I wrap my arms around his body as he moves his around my neck. His hands travel along my back, exploring my body. His tongue plays at my lips, begging for entrance, which I jokingly don't allow. As he sees this, he grabs my butt, making me both gasp in surprise and moan a little. Ash sticks his tongue in mine, and I smile at his sneakiness.

"Was that round two?" He asks after we pull away, both panting.

I steady my breath. "Round two? No, th-this isn't right," I chuckle, keeping my arms around his body.

He sighs. "I don't care. It feels right."

Ash pulls my face in for another kiss, but I push him away. "No. No, we can't." He sticks out his lower lip in disappointment. "I'm your teacher! I'm 8 years older than you! You-you have a girlfriend! And, you're probably drunk." I explain, trying to stay calm. He sighs, letting the smell of whiskey splash across my face. I don't give him a chance to argue. "Please come a little later tomorrow, so you feel recovered from your hangover and well rested to talk." I say before waving towards the door.

He groans, but walks out.

What was I going to do?