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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: School’s In For Summer
Fandom: Romani Detective College AU
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,367
Summary: Andrej and Zayne have split up, but Zayne’s having second thoughts.
Author’s Note: Originally written for a 100 word comment-fic but expanded because how could I not?
Andrej set his notepad on the podium and organized everything he was going to need for the upcoming lecture. He tried to avoid teaching the summer sessions if he could, they were faster paced and the students more restless than during the regular year. However, with one English professor on sabbatical and the other ill, he hadn’t been given any choice.
A flash of neon pink that caught his eye, causing him to look up. “No, not Zayne in this class, too.”
It had been his biggest worry. The last thing he needed was for his former student, Zayne Reyes, to turn up for his summer classes. With a sigh, Andrej shook off his worries. He and Zayne had had a fling over the break, but it was over now. They’d both agreed – Zayne more than Andrej unfortunately – that it was for the best. A teacher-student relationship never worked out in the end. So, seeing his one-time lover appear in his classroom was almost more than he could take. But they were both adults, right? They could handle this. He hoped.
“Well if it isn’t Professor Sexypants,” Zayne breathed as he moved past Andrej, tossing a wink as he took his customary seat in the back.
“Oh hell,” he muttered, eyes glued to that perfect ass clad in worn blue jeans. It was going to be one long ass summer. Steeling his nerve, he forced himself to put it all to the side until class was over. As soon as he felt like he could speak without crying, he smiled and introduced himself to the class.
**
“You have a minute, professor?”
Andrej stopped wiping down the white board and turned, immediately getting sucked into those brilliant green eyes that had tortured him all last semester. “Mr. Reyes,” he said, wishing Zayne’s presence didn’t make his heart pound in his chest like it did. “What can I do for you?”
Zayne dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, darting a glance to the back of the classroom. Assuring himself they were alone, Andrej assumed. “You can forgive me,” he said, eyes fixed firmly on his boots.
A glimmer of sympathy stirred in Andrej’s belly. “You’re my student again, Zayne, we cannot keep doing this.”
“I only signed up for this class so that I could talk to you,” he said, lifting his eyes to finally meet Andrej’s. “I know, it was drastic, but you weren’t answering my texts.”
He felt his lips press together, forcibly holding the words he wanted to say back. Andrej took a deep breath and reassessed what he wanted – needed – to say to Zayne. “You are the one who decided to call it quits, or have you forgotten?”
“I haven’t,” he said, eyes back on the ground. “Which is why I asked for your forgiveness. I mean, I could have just walked in here and laid one on you, you know.”
“Do not ever do that,” Andrej hissed. “Even when you are no longer my student, do you understand?”
Zayne turned his face upwards, that sexy, dick-hardening smirk plastered across his handsome face. “Oh, I understand, sir. The question is, what are we going to do about this?”
“We are not going to do anything about it,” he said, lying to both himself and the scorching hot hunk of a man standing barely six inches away from him.
“I’ll drop this class if you say you’ll meet me later,” Zayne whispered, voice husky and low and full of promise.
Swallowing back the urge to shout, “WHATEVER YOU WANT” and dropping his pants in the classroom, Andrej steadied his rampaging heart. “Show me proof you’ve dropped the class and then we’ll talk.”
**
“Are there any questions,” Andrej asked, looking around the room.
He hadn’t seen Zayne come into class and he wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. Maybe he’d dropped the class and his desire to reconcile. That last part, however, tugged at Andrej’s heart. He knew there wasn’t any chance of forever with this kid, but damn, he was handsome as hell. Never mind how good Zayne was in bed. Yeah, he was okay with Mr. Right Now since he knew there was no way Zayne Reyes could ever be Mr. Right.
When no one raised their hand or shouted out a question, he nodded and gave them the rest of the class period to either work on their assignments or leave. Most chose to leave, which hadn’t surprised him in the least. Two stayed and scrounged up the courage to ask questions once the mass of students had evacuated. It was something he could relate to himself, the desire to not appear stupid in front of your peers, even if your question was valid.
He was almost finished helping the last student understand the finer points of a thesis statement when he caught sight of Zayne slipping into a seat in the second row. Tearing his eyes off the man of his dreams, he forced himself to give his student his full attention. It was the least she deserved. When it was clear she’d finally understood what he was trying to say, she smiled brightly and thanked him before leaving him alone with Zayne.
“So, Mr. Zeklos, I have a question.”
Andrej bit his lower lip, wishing they were anywhere but in this classroom. “And what is that, Mr. Reyes?”
“I’ve dropped my summer classes due to time constraints,” Zayne said, getting up from his seat and coming down to the first row of stairs.
He already towered over Andrej by several inches, but being one level up made him seem even more imposing. “That might have been a wise choice.”
“I was wondering if you did summer tutoring,” Zayne said, stepping down so that he was more level with Andrej, despite their natural difference in height.
“I guess that would depend on the subject,” Andrej said. “I do have the ability to teach more than English.”
“Well, I could always use help with my English,” Zayne said, moving closer. “Like you, it isn’t my native tongue. But I could also use help in other areas.”
“Such as,” Andrej asked, half knowing what Zayne was already going to say. More hoping than anything.
“History for one,” he said, tracing Andrej’s cheek with a finger. “Science for another.”
“Science?” Andrej shook his head. “History I can do, but I am not sure about science.”
“Oh, I’m sure you know enough about biology and chemical reactions to help me through,” he said.
They were now barely an inch apart.
“I think maybe I could manage those two,” he said. “But I might need help with physics.”
Zayne chuckled, thick and low. “I think I know enough about that to teach you, sir.”
“Well then,” he said, feeling his heart lodge in his throat. “I guess we are settled? I can tutor you in English and those other… subjects if you’d like?”
“I would like very much,” he said, brushing his lips across Andrej’s. “How would you like me to pay you?”
“I’m pretty certain we can work something out later.”
A slow, seductive grin spread across Zayne’s face. “Yeah, much later. Like tomorrow morning over breakfast?”
“That would be a good place to start,” Andrej agreed.
“Meet you at your place?”
“Please do, Mr. Reyes. Our first tutoring session will begin immediately.”
With a wink, Zayne sauntered out of the classroom, leaving Andrej aching and breathless. Fuck if he didn’t just get himself right back into the hot water he’d been in a month ago.
“I don’t even care,” he grumbled in his native Romanian. “The sex that we’re about to have will make it all worthwhile. And, if not, I’ll be too sex addled to care.”
He looked around the room and shrugged. He’d done stupider things – like running away from home and coming to America as a teenager. That had worked out in his favor, had it not? Because seriously, he was about to go home and spend the night fucking the hottest goddamned cowboy he’d ever met. Even if it all fell apart in the morning, he wasn’t about to give a single damn either way.
Fandom: Romani Detective College AU
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,367
Summary: Andrej and Zayne have split up, but Zayne’s having second thoughts.
Author’s Note: Originally written for a 100 word comment-fic but expanded because how could I not?
Andrej set his notepad on the podium and organized everything he was going to need for the upcoming lecture. He tried to avoid teaching the summer sessions if he could, they were faster paced and the students more restless than during the regular year. However, with one English professor on sabbatical and the other ill, he hadn’t been given any choice.
A flash of neon pink that caught his eye, causing him to look up. “No, not Zayne in this class, too.”
It had been his biggest worry. The last thing he needed was for his former student, Zayne Reyes, to turn up for his summer classes. With a sigh, Andrej shook off his worries. He and Zayne had had a fling over the break, but it was over now. They’d both agreed – Zayne more than Andrej unfortunately – that it was for the best. A teacher-student relationship never worked out in the end. So, seeing his one-time lover appear in his classroom was almost more than he could take. But they were both adults, right? They could handle this. He hoped.
“Well if it isn’t Professor Sexypants,” Zayne breathed as he moved past Andrej, tossing a wink as he took his customary seat in the back.
“Oh hell,” he muttered, eyes glued to that perfect ass clad in worn blue jeans. It was going to be one long ass summer. Steeling his nerve, he forced himself to put it all to the side until class was over. As soon as he felt like he could speak without crying, he smiled and introduced himself to the class.
**
“You have a minute, professor?”
Andrej stopped wiping down the white board and turned, immediately getting sucked into those brilliant green eyes that had tortured him all last semester. “Mr. Reyes,” he said, wishing Zayne’s presence didn’t make his heart pound in his chest like it did. “What can I do for you?”
Zayne dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, darting a glance to the back of the classroom. Assuring himself they were alone, Andrej assumed. “You can forgive me,” he said, eyes fixed firmly on his boots.
A glimmer of sympathy stirred in Andrej’s belly. “You’re my student again, Zayne, we cannot keep doing this.”
“I only signed up for this class so that I could talk to you,” he said, lifting his eyes to finally meet Andrej’s. “I know, it was drastic, but you weren’t answering my texts.”
He felt his lips press together, forcibly holding the words he wanted to say back. Andrej took a deep breath and reassessed what he wanted – needed – to say to Zayne. “You are the one who decided to call it quits, or have you forgotten?”
“I haven’t,” he said, eyes back on the ground. “Which is why I asked for your forgiveness. I mean, I could have just walked in here and laid one on you, you know.”
“Do not ever do that,” Andrej hissed. “Even when you are no longer my student, do you understand?”
Zayne turned his face upwards, that sexy, dick-hardening smirk plastered across his handsome face. “Oh, I understand, sir. The question is, what are we going to do about this?”
“We are not going to do anything about it,” he said, lying to both himself and the scorching hot hunk of a man standing barely six inches away from him.
“I’ll drop this class if you say you’ll meet me later,” Zayne whispered, voice husky and low and full of promise.
Swallowing back the urge to shout, “WHATEVER YOU WANT” and dropping his pants in the classroom, Andrej steadied his rampaging heart. “Show me proof you’ve dropped the class and then we’ll talk.”
**
“Are there any questions,” Andrej asked, looking around the room.
He hadn’t seen Zayne come into class and he wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. Maybe he’d dropped the class and his desire to reconcile. That last part, however, tugged at Andrej’s heart. He knew there wasn’t any chance of forever with this kid, but damn, he was handsome as hell. Never mind how good Zayne was in bed. Yeah, he was okay with Mr. Right Now since he knew there was no way Zayne Reyes could ever be Mr. Right.
When no one raised their hand or shouted out a question, he nodded and gave them the rest of the class period to either work on their assignments or leave. Most chose to leave, which hadn’t surprised him in the least. Two stayed and scrounged up the courage to ask questions once the mass of students had evacuated. It was something he could relate to himself, the desire to not appear stupid in front of your peers, even if your question was valid.
He was almost finished helping the last student understand the finer points of a thesis statement when he caught sight of Zayne slipping into a seat in the second row. Tearing his eyes off the man of his dreams, he forced himself to give his student his full attention. It was the least she deserved. When it was clear she’d finally understood what he was trying to say, she smiled brightly and thanked him before leaving him alone with Zayne.
“So, Mr. Zeklos, I have a question.”
Andrej bit his lower lip, wishing they were anywhere but in this classroom. “And what is that, Mr. Reyes?”
“I’ve dropped my summer classes due to time constraints,” Zayne said, getting up from his seat and coming down to the first row of stairs.
He already towered over Andrej by several inches, but being one level up made him seem even more imposing. “That might have been a wise choice.”
“I was wondering if you did summer tutoring,” Zayne said, stepping down so that he was more level with Andrej, despite their natural difference in height.
“I guess that would depend on the subject,” Andrej said. “I do have the ability to teach more than English.”
“Well, I could always use help with my English,” Zayne said, moving closer. “Like you, it isn’t my native tongue. But I could also use help in other areas.”
“Such as,” Andrej asked, half knowing what Zayne was already going to say. More hoping than anything.
“History for one,” he said, tracing Andrej’s cheek with a finger. “Science for another.”
“Science?” Andrej shook his head. “History I can do, but I am not sure about science.”
“Oh, I’m sure you know enough about biology and chemical reactions to help me through,” he said.
They were now barely an inch apart.
“I think maybe I could manage those two,” he said. “But I might need help with physics.”
Zayne chuckled, thick and low. “I think I know enough about that to teach you, sir.”
“Well then,” he said, feeling his heart lodge in his throat. “I guess we are settled? I can tutor you in English and those other… subjects if you’d like?”
“I would like very much,” he said, brushing his lips across Andrej’s. “How would you like me to pay you?”
“I’m pretty certain we can work something out later.”
A slow, seductive grin spread across Zayne’s face. “Yeah, much later. Like tomorrow morning over breakfast?”
“That would be a good place to start,” Andrej agreed.
“Meet you at your place?”
“Please do, Mr. Reyes. Our first tutoring session will begin immediately.”
With a wink, Zayne sauntered out of the classroom, leaving Andrej aching and breathless. Fuck if he didn’t just get himself right back into the hot water he’d been in a month ago.
“I don’t even care,” he grumbled in his native Romanian. “The sex that we’re about to have will make it all worthwhile. And, if not, I’ll be too sex addled to care.”
He looked around the room and shrugged. He’d done stupider things – like running away from home and coming to America as a teenager. That had worked out in his favor, had it not? Because seriously, he was about to go home and spend the night fucking the hottest goddamned cowboy he’d ever met. Even if it all fell apart in the morning, he wasn’t about to give a single damn either way.
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Date: 2019-08-13 04:17 am (UTC)I love Andy's fuck it all attitude. ;)
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Date: 2019-08-13 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-13 05:34 pm (UTC)If he did, somebodies would be on the curb more often than not.
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Date: 2019-08-13 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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