Best + Bitter = Better

Twenty Three days after

"Shitting hell." Geoff mutters under his breath, as his eyes scan over the pink sticky note that was stuck above his bed. Hey Geoffy, I had to go home for a bit (girl issues     :( so dont worry about me, try not to miss me lots and lots - Lucy.

He rolls his eyes and crumples it up, shoving it into the bin. She forgot the end bracket and he doesn't know what girl issues are, but he doesn't care. He just knows that he has a lecture to be at in less than an hour, and turning up in clothes that don't fit him won't be great.

Grabbing the back of Jawn's shirt, he tugs it over his head and off his back. It was one of Jawn's stupid graphics one that said 'this is america' over and over down the shirt; it looks like a plastic carrier bag. He replaces it with one of his zelda shirts, and tugs on his own skinny jeans.

He quickly shoves his laptop into his backpack and rushes out his out, bumping into someone.

"Shit, sorry— oh. Hey, Aws!" He smiles as he looks into Awsten's gorgeous eyes. He's still a little giddy from the memory of cuddling with him.

Awsten gives him a curt nod and rushes down the hall. Geoff frowns at his back, maybe he has places to be. He turns on his heel and swiftly paces to his lecture; the opposite way to Awsten. His footsteps feel lighter, now that he's not ill, and they sound more hollow on the pavement.

He arrives at his lecture early, with barely anyone in the room. He picks a seat at the front because he's figured out that if you sit at the back you get picked on. Apparently, today he had a replacement for the old lady - who was apparently going on holiday to Hawaii. He hoped they would be nice, or even that they just didn't shout. Maybe they would be another old lady that looks suspiciously like his normal lecturer, but in costume.

His thoughts were interrupted by the seat next to him being filled. He looks around and notices that everyone was there, and that the doors to the auditorium were being thrown open. Heavy footsteps echo around the room, bouncing off the walls and into heads. There's also the sound of chains clicking, Geoff assumes it to be a lanyard. He imagines it's one of those idiots who seem to think that their lanyard empowers them.

The body appears and Geoff is shocked to say the least. His lecturer is a very handsome man. A very handsome man. His pecs could be seen through the maroon polo shirt he's wearing and his black skinny jeans are so skinny, they could rival Geoff's own. The sleeves of the polo tightly stretch over the man's muscles, Geoff can see veins laying over the muscle - demonstrating how fit the man is. His eyes, golden like honey, land on Geoff's wide eyes and cute body (that's sunken down into his seat). He smirks, running a hand through his curly brunet hair.

"Hello," The man says, as he gets to the centre of the front. His voice can only be described as deep and sultry. "My name is Mr. Valentine, but..." His eyes trail back to Geoff, staring at him directly in the eyes. "You can call me Sir."

Geoff just stares at him in shock, horror and awe. He doesn't know what to think. There is no way he can pay attention in this lecture if the thing teaching him has been created in the world's hottest mixing bowl, with a little too much attractiveness and a buttload of  sex-appeal. He blinks in surprise and hasn't even realised that he has a little problem in his crotch region. He shuffles in his seat uncomfortably and moves his chair back, so that he can put his laptop on his lap.

Mr. Valentine has begun the lecture and he has definitely noticed Geoff's problem. He edges closer to Geoff's desk, calling on someone from the back to answer a pretty longwinded question which requires a pretty longwinded answer. He stands in front of Geoff's desk with a raised eyebrow. Geoff looks up at him, pretending that he doesn't have a boner underneath his laptop. Mr. Valentine taps Geoff's laptop and then the desk, signalling for him to put it there. When Geoff doesn't, he raises his eyebrow in an intimidating manner. Geoff gives in and puts the laptop on his desk, scooting his chair in, so that the desk covers his lap. He knows that his skinny jeans make it obvious and he knows that Mr. Valentine can see it from where he's standing (about two metres in front of Geoff, leaning back slightly to make it obvious to Geoff that he's staring).

Geoff grips the edge of his desk, as he tries to will it away. Mr. Valentine seems to find this all very amusing and does the last thing that Geoff needs. He asks Geoff a question. He towers over Geoff, intimidating him, and asks, "In this melody, adapted from a piece by Johann Strauss II, " A piece of music is flicked up onto the screen. "Name the degree of the scale of the first note."

Geoff's eyes keep flashing from the screen to the lecturer every few seconds, his mouth opening and shutting. It was obvious that Mr. Valentine found this highly amusing. Geoff looked at his desk and noticed that Mr. Valentine is leaning on his desk with three fingers. That can't be comfortable. Oh. Geoff glances at the screen again and finds his voice.

"I-I-I think it uh it might b-be... 3rd?" Geoff stutters out. Sir makes him nervous and especially because he doesn't actually know the answer because he actually hasn't been paying attention. Not to mention the fact that he still has a crotch problem.

Geoff receives a sly smile from Mr. Valentine before he speaks in a silky tone, "Correct. Good boy." Those words shake Geoff to his core.

By the end of the lecture, Geoff is a blushing mess because Mr. Valentine's eyes haven't left him. Geoff makes sure that he leaves in amongst the fast moving crowd and exits unscathed. Damn. That was hell.