"You have captured my heart."

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Ryan momentarily looks down at Brad. He can't believe Brad's going to do this. This was new. He was about to get blown. Ryan momentarily hesitates, placing his right hand on the top of Brad's head."Brad.." He looks up. Brad can see Ryan's face is already a wreck.

"You want me to stop?" Brad just pauses, waiting for a response.

Ryan finds himself saying "No" under his breath and gently pushes Brad's head back down.

"Oh my God!" Ryan immediately puts his other hand to his mouth. He cannot make a sound with Brad's parents just a staircase away. Brad's lips surround him. It feels so new, so good. Ryan has to grab a hold of something. He already had a hand laced through Brad's hair and began to tug at his locks. Not so hard it hurts him but Ryan can hear him moan around him as Brad's mouth moves deeper and deeper over him, pulling up then going down, over and over.

Ryan is not going to last long as he feels his orgasm rising already. He is going to come, he's going to come hard. He tries to pull Brad off of him, pulling at his hair. "Brad...Brad...I'm...ahhh"

Brad pulls off Ryan quickly as he comes all over himself. It feels warm as white streaks pulse over his skin. Ryan looks wrecked and out of breath. Brad sits up, hurriedly pulling his hardness from his pyjama pants and starts to stroke himself. He is staring at Ryan intently. "Fuck Ryan, you look fucking hot Fuck!" With that, Brad comes all over his hand and partly over Ryan.

Brad crashes onto Ryan, completely disregarding the mess they had just created, sandwiching it between them. He kisses Ryan sloppily, both recovering from their highs.

Brad then lays by Ryan's side, his head on Ryan's shoulder. He wraps his arm around Brad. It feels weird being this way around, it's usually Brad wrapping his arms around Ryan. He places a hand on Ryan's chest, which is moving up and down as he still tries to regulate his breathing. "Ryan "

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

Tan silently places his pen on the table next to his notepad. "I'm done." He says looking up at Mr Bell, sitting behind his desk. His fingers were laced together, as if patiently waiting for this moment. 

"Bring it to me." He says with that authoritive air that teachers have, as Tan obliges, getting up from his seat and making his way to the desk in front of him. He places the notebook in front of him and watches as Mr Bell pulls the newly scribed literature towards him and begins to read. 

"Mmm, mmhm oh!…" 

He couldn't quite tell if this was going well or not, with all the strange noises coming from his mouth, with the teacher keeping his cards very much to his chest. 

"Mmm….oh…oh yeah. Nice, very nice." He puts the pages back onto his desk, gets up and proceeds to walk around the front of it to face Tan. 

Just his presence made Tan feel a kind of way, like he was a mouse and Mr Bell was the lion. He even finds it hard to raise his head to look at his teacher, settling for the lace up shoes the man was wearing. 

"Congratulations, you have passed. You're work was…" Mr Bell seems to leave his sentence hanging and forces Tan to look up to see why…

As his eyes meet his tutor's, there is something there, he's sure of it. A spark of attraction, physical, or was it something more, like an urge? Like Tan had always felt this way towards the man without realising. Then he sees, no, that's not it. He senses it. An allure, a feeling which seems to entice him. 

"S…sir, why do I suddenly find you so…" 

"Attractive?" He answers for him, reaching forward to grab Tan's hand. He then guides it towards his chest. 

Oh my God! What is he doing? We are in a classroom…he's my teacher!

"Look at what your words have done to me Tan. You have proven yourself worthy." Tan can feel Mr Bell's heart beating through that tight shirt. "You have captured my heart." 

"Your heart?" Tan dares not think it, the words were on the tip of his tongue. "The one? You're the one all along?" 

"Of course.  But my boys had to get you ready, so you could truly embrace the world of boyslove." His teacher utters as he steps forward, so close now, that there is only a hair's breath between them. He leans in close, his voice travelling into Tan's ear like sweet music. "You've seen them, those boys love dramas. Hours and hours of glances, teases, missed opportunities, spreading over ten to fifteen episodes, all building up in preparation for this moment." 

"And what moment would that be?" Tan was a fool for asking the question.  Because he knew. He knew that all of this, every single test, every challenge, all of it was building up to this very moment.

"The time is now Tan. Give the audience what they want…This is our long awaited love scene..."