Zephyr wasn't your normal teenager, and it was all thanks to his English teacher. His English teacher, Mr. Burc, was a young fellow who was not only intelligent, but attractive as well. Zephyr claimed that it wasn't his fault that he was attracted to him. I mean, what 16 year old wouldn't be? But, this sort of thing never happened to Zephyr before; he wasn't gay, and even if he were, he had never ever been this attracted to anyone. So, Zephyr told himself that it was all a one time thing, and that if he just ignored it that it would go away, but things never worked the way that he wanted them to.

Poor Zephyr would often sit in class, fidgeting and squirming, while trying to hide his erection from the mere thought of Mr. Burc in the nude.

Mr. Burc liked to play oblivious, and would often torture the boy by leaning over his shoulder to point something out to him. But, one day, it was just far too overwhelming for him and he fled from the classroom as quick as possible. He had hid in one of the empty classes, shaking his head back in forth in denial, even as a certain sensitive anatomy throbbed.

Unfortunately for Zephyr, it was the last period of school, and after the bell rang, Mr. Burc came looking for him, worried that he had taken it too far. The teacher had entered the room looking worried, but the facial expression was replaced with surprise when he saw Zephyr. No wait, it wasn't surprise on his face; it was lust. Zephyr had let out a squeak of surprise when he saw his teacher advance towards him, and he swallowed heavily as the elder pushed the door shut behind him and locked it.

Mr. Burc advanced seductively towards his frantic little student and Zephyr was backed up until he hit the bulletin board within the classroom. Zephyr let out a small squeak, though this time it was because his teacher was leaning over him, with one hand leaning against the wall next to his head, dark eyes peering closely at him.

His teacher seemed to lean closer and closer until Zephyr could feel the elder’s warm breath on his ear and then, he heard the elder whisper, "I see how you look at me... I know you want me... Admit it..."

"Aaa, n-" Zephyr started, but he shifted his eyes to the side, his statement cut off by a sharp nip at his earlobe.

Mr. Burc's nibbles traveled down to Zephyr's neck where he bit down harshly yet sensually. "Admit it" He drawled out, lips brushing against the younger teen’s skin, even as Zephyr panted quietly, the boy still too proud to say it out loud.

The elder of the two continued to kiss and lick at the youth's neck while his hands started to roam Zephyr's body. Zephyr was slowly losing and he knew it. "B-But Mr. Burc, thi- ah this is wron-" Zephyr had a hard time keeping quiet as a hand lightly brushed against his arousal, and he almost pulled backwards when he glanced down and saw the teacher smirking in victory.

"I won't tell if you don't ... so admit it already,” came Mr. Burc's harsh whisper.

"Bu- ahh, fine!" Zephyr exclaimed, as more teasing pressure was applied to his groin.

Mr. Burc smirked into the boy's neck and his lips continued on to briefly brush over Zephyr's.

"Mr. Burc" Zephyr whined, as the elder continued to tease him, a pout developing on his lips.

The teacher continued to kiss Zephyr, his kisses becoming increasingly harsh and passionate as Zephyr moaned under the pressure. The younger teen squirmed as he tried to keep quiet, but that plan of his was quickly abandoned when a leg slid in between his own, and a low throaty moan ripped from his mouth. Mr. Burc's hands begin to roam down the younger body until it reached the boy’s butt; he proceeded to slipped one hand under the teen's pants.

"You tease" Zephyr taunted, a half lidded gaze focused on his teacher as the bold teen wiggled against the bulletin board, before pressing their hips together, his gasp mingling with the elders.

Suddenly, the two, tangled in each other's arms, heard the distinct sound of heels clicking down the hall and the two quickly broke apart, attempting to make it seem as though nothing had occurred.

Zephyr couldn't find a way to calm his rushed breathing, so he turned to face the window, leaning on the sill, as he tried to figure out what had just happened, and wait, was he just making out with his teacher?! The realization of what had just happened finally sunk in as he rushed to the door, which he could not even think to unlock before shaking the knob fruitlessly.

Mr. Burc raised an eyebrow at his student, as he attempted to cover the small smile that started to spread across his lips, leaning over Zephyr, and kindly unlocking the door for him. The younger of the two flung the door open and ran as fast as his legs would allow him as Mr. Burc shouted after him, "I'll see you tomorrow, Zephyr," the name rolling off his tongue.

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Zephyr couldn't believe what had just happened, he only thought these things happened on fiction websites, the whole teacher-student relationship was unbelievable, but he found it impossible forget the feel of his teacher’s lips against his own.

What would happen from now on? Would it continue? Zephyr could still feel his teacher's lips on his own and it had been exhilarating. Zephyr pressed his own fingers to his lips as he lie in his bed, and let out a shuddering sigh, even as a thought hit him 'Oh shit! What is going to happen tomorrow?' He paced him room for a little while before giving a frustrated groan and slipping into bed, deciding that he'll figure everything out later.

Zephyr shut his eyes, and immediately had the image and feel of his teacher pressed against him, a frustrated groan rolled from his lips, and he curled into a ball determined to fall asleep even if he woke up wit a mess later to clean up.

In the end, Zephyr was tossing and turning for over an hour and was aggravated to no end; he stomped off to his bathroom in search of sleeping pills. He struggled with the bottle at first, too frustrated to even realize that it's a twist off; he finally got it though and tossed two down his throat, tossing the bottle back into the cabinet, not exactly caring when it fell into the sink.

He trudged back into his room and collapsed back onto his bed. Zephyr fell into a dreamless, drug induced sleep, and for once was grateful for sleeping pills.

A/N: Hi there. This is a story i wrote with Sickey. If the writing style seems to differ, it's because I wrote it with Sickey.

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