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coffee since it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to buy you coffee.”
    “Smart ass,” I mumbled beneath my breath as I fished out my wallet from my desk drawer. I handed him a five-dollar bill along with a stack of papers that needed to be read and graded by the next day. Ah, at long last the grin slid off of his face as he accepted the cash, and the papers, before taking a seat at his desk. It was my turn to smile, but at least I waited until he had his back turned to me.
    I did my best to sit still and ignore the aches and tingles from the hard fucking I both gave and received. I needed to review my lecture notes for the classes the next day to see if I wanted to change anything up. I loved having a free planning day in the middle of the week to catch my breath and prepare for the rest of the week. The fall semester had just started and I was still making adjustments to my lesson plans. I could at least celebrate the fact that no one had fallen asleep in my classes up to that point.
    Amazingly, my classes were some of the first ones to fill up year after year, which was a great source of pride for me. I tried to be engaging as I educated my students about lost civilizations and cultures. I tried to relate to them that learning about our past prevented us from making the same mistakes in our present and future. Gray said my classes filled up so quickly because guys and gals both wanted to sit and stare at me while I lectured, as they did in the Indiana Jones movies. I found that hard to believe, but was flattered nonetheless that he compared me to my childhood hero.
    I missed my best friend something terrible, but I was really happy for him. He and Chase had moved beyond their rough patch over Devon the Dick and in fact, Chase was moving into his house the following weekend. Gray asked me to help and I happily agreed, even though there’d be face sucking and cutesy talk for hours upon hours. I had made a solemn vow to myself to never call a lover baby or babe. Yuck!
    My mind chose that exact moment to remember me crying out Jag’s name a time or two. I closed my eyes and a vision of Jag on his knees in his shower floated behind my lids. I said a lot of incoherent things when he worked my cock with his wicked lips, tongue, and even his teeth. It was the slight scrape of his teeth over the sensitive head of my cock that had me coming all over his swollen lips and chin. Jag was like every porn fantasy I ever had and some I hadn’t been creative enough to think up. I matched him tit for tat if the soreness of my scalp from all of his hair pulling was an indicator.
    My body began to respond to the memories and a strangled sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it. Gavin looked over his shoulder and gave me a knowing wink, which I answered with a fierce enough scowl to scare most anyone. Gavin shrugged his shoulders casually and turned back to his work, which allowed me to return to Jagworld, which was a far cry more fun than Disneyworld.
    My legs were almost too weak to hold me up by the time we finished our shower, but I wasn’t the only one with spaghetti limbs. Jag collapsed unceremoniously on his bed and laid there in a naked sprawl while I found my articles of clothing that had been scattered about the room. By the time I had redressed, he was sound asleep with soft snores escaping through his parted lips. There was something vulnerable about him at that moment and it tugged at my heartstrings. Maybe that was why I brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen across his brow with my fingers or why I covered him up with his comforter, unwilling to leave him naked and exposed. I regretted leaving him and that had never happened before with anyone else.
    Jag was one of those guys that you inherently knew had a lot going on beneath the beautiful façade they showed the world. It didn’t take long for a person to recognize the keen intelligence reflecting at you from his eyes nor could you ignore the sheer sexiness of