Warning: This story contains an M/M, student/teacher relationship. If this offends you, this author suggests that you find a different story.

Trick sat behind his desk and tried to grade the stack of papers in front of him, but all he could think about was the fact that he was so, so going to hell. In front of him sat period three of his Psychology class and front and center was the bane of his existence, Clay Patterson. Bane of his existence...star of his fantasies. Same diff.

As his eyes wandered to the object of his thoughts, Trick silently cursed himself and resumed grading papers. There was a special spot in hell for pervy old people like him. And he was certainly pervy. He wasn't in denial about that. He had to be to be so completely attracted to his student. He wouldn't even give himself the out that Clay looked considerably older than he actually was. A lot of seniors already looked like adults, but that didn't give Trick the excuse to ogle them. Not that he'd ever been so inclined before. He'd never once been attracted to a student before Clay transferred to East Bridgedale High.

The moment Clay had walked into his room, a jolt of arousal had shot straight through Trick. He hadn't been able to stand up and start class for a good five minutes afterwards. Ever since, he'd been trying to figure out why he was so into Clay. Still didn't have an answer. Clay was, obviously, handsome. Some would say extremely gorgeous. Thick, wavy blond hair, green eyes the color of pine needles, high cheek bones paired with a square jaw, broad shoulders and narrow hips. Not to mention lots of muscle. HIs shirts strained over his shoulders and biceps. Yet a lot of Trick's students were attractive, but he noticed them in a clinical sort of way. The same way that, as a gay man, he knew women were beautiful. He knew, but he was entirely unaffected. That's how it had always been with his students, even when only a handful of years separated his age from theirs. Enter Clay Patterson and he was having dreams during which someone got bent over his desk.

He couldn't act on the attraction, ever, of course, but no matter how hard he'd tried, he couldn't make it go away either. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself focused on anything but Clay when third period rolled around. Everyday, he just prayed for graduation. Then he would never have to see Clay Patterson again.

Strangely, he felt a moment of sadness at the thought.

Clay pretended to read the section they were supposed to be covering while surreptitiously watching Mr. Jennings watching him. Mr. J didn't know it, but he was the hot teacher of the school. All the girls sighed over him and had secret fantasies where he asks them to stay after class and proceeds to ravish them. He would cop to having a few fantasies of his own about Mr. J. Most involving his desk. Personally, Clay thought he'd look spectacular bent over it.

Honestly, what was not hot about him? He had black hair that was just a little too long and was starting to go silver at the temples. Clay thought the silver was sexy. There were little lines at the corners of his hazel eyes and creases around his mouth. Clay thought that was sexy too. Really, he thought all of Mr. J was sexy. Certainly his ass, which got hugged very nicely by anything he wore but especially the jeans he wore on Friday's. He didn't know how old Mr. J was, but he did know that Mr. Patrick Jennings was a man who was aging well.

He also knew that he was totally into Clay.

Clay hadn't thought so at first. He'd been completely attracted to Mr. J from the get go, but his teacher had treated him as he did everyone else, so he'd tried to ignore the feeling. Then, only two weeks ago, he'd seen Mr. J checking out his ass as Clay left class. Sure, Clay had only caught his reflect in the window of the classroom door, but there was no mistaking the look in his eye. After that, Clay had started to pay more attention. He'd found that Mr. J's eyes seemed to go to him whenever he thought Clay wasn't looking. Once, when Mr. J had stood up to admit someone to the room, he'd sworn he was sporting a semi. Yeah. His teacher was every bit as into Clay as Clay was to him.

It was strange. Clay had never thought of sleeping with a teacher before. He'd heard rumors of students who had done so and had always kind of figured they were...well, whores. Or trying to get a better grade. But Clay wasn't concerned with getting a better grade, and he wasn't slutty either. He'd only had sex with one guy at his old school and he hadn't so much as dated anyone at East Bridgedale, much less had sex. He was just really, really attracted to Mr. J.

He should probably have some kind of qualm about sleeping with him, such as the fact that their current relationship was teacher/student. He really...didn't, though. He wanted Mr. J. Mr. J wanted him. Clay was eighteen, so if they had sex, they were two consenting adults. Aside from the student/teacher thing, there was no reason they shouldn't have sex. Okay, sure, it's not like having sex with a teacher was a small thing, but it was something he was totally on board with at this point. It wasn't that weird. He was already spending his third period picturing himself and Mr. J doing unspeakable things to each other. He might as well actually do them. If things got weird, well, there was only two months to graduation. He could tough it out. Couldn't be worse than his last and only breakup.

So, he'd do it. He would totally do it. He would seduce Mr. J.

Author's Note: I realize that chapter one just makes this story sound like a smut story (and who doesn't love those?) but I promise, there is a plot. As well as smut. Because both is better than one. Please review! Reviews will make the juicy parts come faster. Insert evil wink here.