The Teacher's Pet | BoyxBoy

Lecture 03

               A thick stream of smoke rushed past Steven's lips. Kneeling on the bed with his one and only lying between his legs. His actions were timed, and slow. Using his free hand he tousled his hair. One hand was used as a support at the side of Chris' neck. He then placed the cigarette near Chris' lips. Rejected, he rolled his eyes and took a long drag. The room, cloudy from the lack of ventilation smelled of nicotine and sweat.

               Every Saturday that was allegedly being spent at the public library, ended with them spending 'quality' time together. Steven smiled brightly for him. This moment can't get any better.

     "There's an art gallery doing an open viewing on twenty-third street. Wanna go?" Steven looked expectantly at Chris.

     "No."

               The expression on Steven's face could only be read as 'really?'. Clearing his throat, he spoke again, "We are going to the art gallery on twenty-third." Chris looked at the young man above him.

     "If your word is law, why ask for my opinion?"

     "The illusion of choice is a powerful thing." said Steven.

     Chris scoffed, "This is madness."

     "Maybe it seems like that now, but give or take a few months. The right choice will be clearer."

     "So I must want, what you want, because what you want, is ... the right choice?"

     "See! You already have a good grasp on how things are."

Chris' glare hardened, mumbling his words, he said, "Like Fu*k I do."

               Anger laced Steven's eyes. Seeing the change in his lover's mood, Chris' body stilled on the bed. Far too familiar with what comes after his partner's temper, he erred on the side of caution. The ash tray on the side table was offered to Steven from Chris. Taking his silence as remorse. Steven overlooked his offensive words and accepted his act of goodwill.

               Taking another cigarette from the empting box, he lit it using the embers of the previous one. His seventh cigarette so far, Steven kept going strong. Disturbed by the display before him, Chris swallowed his fear.

     "You should quit. Seventeen is too young to be addicted to this stuff."

     "No."

     "You should!" Chris' voice held a sharp edge to it.

                Chris' line of focus changed instantaneously. Staring blankly at the wall he blinked in disbelief. The slap echoed in the room long after the impact of Steven's palm on his skin. Thin fingers gripped his chin, and turned him to look at their owner.

"You don't run things between us."

               The words spoken by Steven sent a chill down Chris' spine. The fear instilled in him over the past few weeks revealed itself. Trembling as though it was the middle of winter. Chris' body shook slightly at the thought of what could happen. Ignoring the display before him, he tapped the newly formed ash off his addiction. A white cloud was purposely blown into Chris' face. Getting up Steven walked over to the attached bathroom to shower and change into fresh clothes. Following the example set. Chris did so soon after.

                As shameless, as he is heartless, Steven stared at every move Chris made whilst dressing himself.

     "Do you usually stare at naked men?"

     "Do you usually screw underage boys?"

               They held each other's glare. A smile erupted on Steven's lips. That ought to shut him up. Chris' apartment was vacated and they made their way to the art gallery. Walking silently down the main road the mismatched pair, drew the eyes of passersby.