Erik neglected his work

Marcus produces his assignment first, handing it to their teacher with a grin, “I worked real hard on that Mrs Revers.”

Erik produces his work second, sliding the paper out of his bag and handing it to her.

She moves to the other side of the desk, pulling out an answer key she scans both assignments in no time, her eyes darting between the victim of her scrutiny and the answer key rapidly, her wrist snapping with each tick and rotating with each circling of mistakes. The wait is excruciatingly long for both male parties.

“Mr Doe.” She says when she’s done. Glancing up at him, her eyes icy. She turns her head to Marcus. “Mr Goode.” She pauses. The amount of time that Erik has spent with Mrs Revers, he hasn’t failed to notice the slight flair for the dramatic the professor possesses.

She slowly turns her head towards Erik, pressing her fingertip on the paper she slides it across the desk towards him, “You are dismissed.”

Erik catches in the corner of his eye Marcus smirking and biting his lip, staring at Mrs Revers, Erik swallows and blinks, “I-I’m sorr - I apologise, Mrs Revers.”

She holds up a hand, “I don’t require, or frankly — care for your apologies, Mr Doe.” Her voice dismissive and cold, “It’s your own education that you are failing, and…” She looks towards Marcus, “It is your own responsibility to provide a challenge for Marcus here and make some progress on your own inability to catch up to his progress.” Her eyes snap back to his, shrinking Erik into the chair, “I repeat myself once only. You are dismissed.”

Erik closes the door behind him, he sighs forcefully with frustration, rubbing his hands down his face, his fingers pressing into his eyes in frustration. Vi had warned him to work on it more, to put more effort it, to not leave it for the last minute. He glances up and down the corridor, empty, as usual, classes have been done for an hour or so, any teachers are holed up in their own office, and any students are in the library at this hour. He considers his actions but he cannot resist his base desires.

Erik cups his ear and presses against the thick wooden door to Mrs Revers office.

“I…know…-u…want….to win…” Erik can barely make out Marcus’ voice.

A deep feminine giggle, “Now now…. Marcus… Remember… Amelia…”

Erik shifts his weight, trying to hide his presence as he presses his ear harder against the door.

“Let’s… if it’s as big as….feels.”

Silence for a moment before a gasp that’s unmistakably Mrs Revers’.

“Wow….”

Erik swallows a lump, his mouth dry.

“Lick my hand.” Mrs Revers voice comes clearly through this time, unmistakable.

Erik listens as best as he can, both deathly still and trying to press his ear through the wood to hear what’s happening.

“That’s a good…. So hard… like it?… -y hand?”

Erik glances up and down the hallway again, his hand on his bulge, listening intently, **** for more sounds, or a look.

“So soft…” Marcus voice escapes through the door, “….-to fuck?”

Erik’s heart thunders in his chest, he strains to listen more but is **** to pull away, turning hard away from the sound of clacking high heels, he catches in the reflection of the window at the end of the hall a teacher approaching another one of the offices, her voice calls out behind him, “Excuse me, young man?” He’s **** to turn, his hands in his pockets, the balls of his fists creating texture on the front of his pants his best attempt to hide his arousal, “Can I help you? You’re a student, are you not?”

Erik nods nervously, his voice coming out a tad shaky, “Yes. Sorry. I was just leaving. I had an appointment with Mrs Revers”

The older teacher narrows her eyes, “I see. Well, if your business is concluded, do not make it a habit to loiter.” She opens the door to her office and watches Erik, her dark brown eyes waiting for him to make his way down the stairs.

“Yes, Of course. Apologies again, good evening.”

Erik hurriedly turns again, grateful to be leaving that interaction, making his way down the stairs, his fists remain clenched in his pocket, the frustration of the ill timed interruption making him seethe.