Bad email

“Shit.” Erik groans, leaning forward and resting his head on his arms in exasperation. Marcus and he aren’t sure if Mrs Revers is aware that she basically gives it all away from her initial email, but she absolutely has here.

Erik sighs as he reads the email. He considers ditching… But that will definitely end up worse for him.
“So fucking late though…” He says to himself. He wonders, seething with jealousy, what exactly is the reward that has made her allocate so much time to Marcus’ reward session.
Erik sucks on his teeth, the curious and voyeuristic streak inside his soul making him want to take the risk of going early… See if he can get a sneak peek at what Marcus is getting. Erik bites his lip….
“She never said that wasn’t allowed…” Erik says softly, already planning his evening.

Erik puts his phone back into his pocket after checking the time.

6:38 pm

He lets out a slow, controlled breath. Instead of doing this, he thinks, next time, perhaps, he focuses on his work and hands in a better assignment, he can’t afford to keep falling behind Marcus.

“Although that’s hot in its own way.”

He shakes his head and quietly walks down the hallway. Not quite sneaking, but definitely slowly, his shoes hardly making a squeak down the hallway.

He approaches Mrs Revers' door, he squeezes his eyes, sensitive from the stress and desperation of his actions. He steps close and puts his ear against the door.

“Oh Marcus… Yes… Wow…”

“That's…” Erik whispers, pressing harder into the door, fortunately, he had already checked that the door was closed and locked, which was the assumption anyway. That was Mrs Revers voice, it was her moan… He was expecting to hear Marcus… Is he?…

“Yes… Like that… Squeeze?” The soft sounds of her giggle. “Of course…”

Erik tries to listen closer, taking a quick look up and down the hallway before pressing his ear on the door again.

“Pull it out… Enjoy yourself…. -only fair.”

Erik sighs softly with frustration, reaching down to adjust his jeans.

“So big…” Amelia's voice barely penetrates through the door. “Keep winning Marcus… not too long left for you…”

Erik lets out a silent shaky breath, his pants agonisingly tight.

“Fuck Amelia… Look at these…”

“You like them big boy?” The sound of a feminine giggle. “Ohh.. I think you do… You’re so hard my little athlete…”

“Of course I am… Fuck… They’re so warm…”

Erik’s erection strains in his pants, he looks nervously down the hallway.

“Marcus!” The sound of her moans. “So rough! You’re very eager aren’t you?”

The faint sound of rustling and movement seeps out from under the door.

“On your knees big boy… Mama’s feeling like giving you a nice meal… ”

Erik clenches his eyes shut, pressing his hand into the wall, his other hand unable to hold back, holding his dick through his pants. Just squeezing, for now.

“Hmmm, keep winning… I think you know what reward is next for you… Just this today my little-“ She giggles again, such a weird nose coming from her. “Well, BIG athlete I should say…”

{Fn} can barely hear anything else. The teasing voice of Amelia is his only solace, pressing his ear harder against the door…

“Is it out? Play with yourself… Do it.”

BRRRRRRINNNGGG

Erik jumps away from the door, his phone ringing louder than it ever has in his pocket. He books it down the hallway, preferring not to get caught standing outside with a hard-on. He already lost the weekly challenge, he’s not that interested in being humiliated further. The ringing ends before he can answer, Vi had tried to video call him. His heart thumps in his chest, leaning back on the cold concrete of the stairwell, he checks the time.

6:54 pm

He decides to wait a few more minutes, let his breathing calm down from his sprint down the hallway.

—

7:08 pm

“Subpar submission and you’re late. Have I set my expectations to high with you, Mr Doe?” Mrs Revers' eyes narrow with annoyance, a slight blush to her cheeks.

“No. Of course not. Sorry Mrs Revers.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes, Erik feels that Mrs Revers has been… harsher recently. “I suppose I cannot be too disparaging today.” She looks at him, away from the monitor. “Your submission wasn’t actually bad.” She grabs the track-changed printout version of his submission, Erik is taken aback when he sees he scored a 17/20.

Mrs Revers watches him take in his score. “Yes. As you can see, you demonstrated a good understanding of the coursework and the tasks I set for you. But Marcus just understood it better.”

A hint of a blush crosses her face.

“This won’t take long.” She says. “Let me explain where you went wrong.”

She gives him a sharp, knowing look. “Do try to come on time, Mr Doe… I don’t want you getting a freebie all the time.”

Erik blushes.

She shrugs. “Personally. I keep my phone on vibrate.”

Erik walks back to his dorm room, illuminated only by the overhead lights lining the footpath. Erik shivers from the cold, he palms his phone. The text he got from Vi had nearly made him drop his phone. The walk back feels longer than usual as a result.

Erik enters his dorm room, empty and colder than the outside, he flicks on the heater and sits on the edge of his bed, he opens his messages with Vi.