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Conner
Conner doesn't care about chemistry. He doesn't want to be in this lecture hall, he didn't even entertain the idea of university until recently. He'd been drifting aimlessly between jobs and states, hopping from rental to air bnb to friends couches for almost five years. Safe to say it lost it's spark and he finally took Clark's advice to settle down somewhere, enticed by Clark's idea of trying out for the college football team. So, at the ripe age of 22 he enrolled at Gotham U, majoring in chemistry, not because he likes it, but he's always been good at it and he wasn't particularly interested in any other major. And boy is he glad, chemistry might be boring but the way professor Drake's slacks hug his ass as he explains the atomic structure diagram on the projector screen is absolutely the most interesting thing Kon has ever seen.
Conner is staring unabashedly and he knows professor Drake knows, if the way his gorgeous face becomes slightly annoyed when he turns and his eyes land on Conner is any indication. Conner raises his gaze and looks professor Drake in the eyes, who's face only becomes more disgruntled, as he gives him his most charming smile. The smile that makes girls giggle and boys blush.
Professor Drake doesn't blush, or giggle, "Conner, you might want to take some notes." he says dryly with a pointed look at Conner's unopened notepad.
"Oh it's fine professor I've got a real good memory." Conner replies with a cheeky grin.
Professor Drake's eyes narrow, "Really." he questions disbelievingly.
"Yep, I'm like an elephant up here." he says tapping his forehead.
Professor Drake stares at him irritatedly for a moment, before briefly lifting his eyes to the heavens and turning back to the diagram, giving Conner a greatly appreciated view of his amazing ass again.
Conner knows he shouldn't be staring, ma would be dissapointed by his impoliteness, but the voice of his conscience is heavily drowned out by his horniness. It's just such a perfect ass! Round and perfectly accentuated by his pants, kinda big for Professor Drake's size but not too big, Conner bets it would fit like a tetris piece in his hands. He wonders if it would jiggle if he slapped it or if its taut with muscle. God he wants to slap Professor Drake's ass. With his hand and his pelvis. But it's not just the ass, it's the Aphrodite of a man it's attached to. Pretty blue eyes accentuated by his dark, thick lashes with perfect, shapely eyebrows, his sculpted, high cheekbones, the sharp jawline, a cute, slightly upturned nose and the most kissable pair of pink lips Conner's ever seen. All framed by jet black, shiny locks of hair, his floppy curtain bangs just brushing his cheeks.
Conner wants to sink his fingers into those majestic locks and tug until his neck is exposed then lick the long column of his throat. He wants to find out if his lips are as soft as they look, he wants to mark his pale skin with lovebites all over, he wants to kneel in front of him at his desk and mouth at his clothed crotch just to see the blush rise on his pretty face, he wants to bend him over said desk and make him forget his own name, he wants- well, he wants lots of things. The problem is, professor Drake doesn't seem to like him.
He's always glaring at him when he's not trying to ignore his presence during class, and acts extra strict with Conner, telling him to put his phone away but not the girl in the back row with her headphones on. It probably has something to do with what happened last week, when Conner went to Professor Drake after class and made a perfectly respectable and polite request.
He'd waited patiently for the other students to file out of the classroom, and for the cute, shy, blonde girl with the worlds most obvious crush on professor Drake to finish asking him about covalent bonds or whatever. Then he cool-ly sauntered over to his desk and gave him a cute dimpled smile.
"Hello Conner, how can I help you?" professor Drake asked politely as he rested against the desk with his hands in his pockets. He wore dark brown slacks and a burgundy sweater vest tucked into his belt over a cream button up pushed up to his elbows. The outfit showed off his mysteriously muscular forearms and delicious waist to shoulder ratio, Conner struggled to keep his eyes on his face.
"Hi professor, great lesson today, I was just wondering if we could talk about my grades."
Professor Drake raised his eyebrows, "Yes actually I've been meaning to catch up with you about that, you're only just not failing. You do remarkably well on exams but haven't handed in a single assignment, are you struggling that much with them?"
"Uh yeah, sort of, if struggling is another word for not trying," Conner replied with a smile as professor Drake's eyes narrowed.
"See, I don't really care about chemistry, I'm kinda only here for football." Conner said with what he hoped was an endearing head tilt and grin.
Professor Drake didn't seem endeared, "I see. Why didn't you pick a major you do care about?"
"There wasn't one," Conner shrugged.
"Why did you pick chemistry?"
"Heard there was a cute professor, was not dissapointed." Conner replied with a flirty grin.
Professor Drake paused as his eyes narrowed, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well," Conner started with a step towards him, "I was hoping maybe we could work out some kind of agreement where you would bump my grades up for… something in return." He said with a sultry glance up and down professor Drake's form.
Professor Drake paused, lips parted in surprise, "I'm sorry, are you trying to bribe me?"
"No! No no of course not, I'm tryin' ta' proposition you." Conner smirked confidently.
Professor Drake stared at him for a moment before he closed his eyes and worked his jaw. He looked away for a second then looked back to Conner with an almost disbelieving expression.
"Do you understand how inappropriate this is Conner? You could be expelled for this."
"Aw c'mon professor don't say that, look just think about it okay, I promise I'll show you a good time." Conner took another small step towards professor Drake.
"How dare you, I am not going to bump your grades up for sexual favors what do you think this is, some kind of bad porno?" His New Jersey accent grew stronger with his rising anger Conner noted. Hot, he thought. He wondered how strong of an accent he'd have in bed.
"You watch porn?" Conner said excitedly.
"Conner." Professor Drake admonished with furrowed brows.
"Sorry, sorry," he replied playfully, "but, c'mon professor it'll be good for you to let me help you relax, I can see the tension in your shoulders every day I can help make it allll melt away. I'm amazing at massages, I was a masseuse for a summer I can get all those knots for ya."
"I can't believe you're still going, this can not happen."
"Why not? Conner did not whine.
"Because I'm a 36 year old professor with integrity-" Professor Drake said while rounding his desk to stand behind it with his arms crossed.
"Oh is this an age thing, look teach I'm not a fresh faced 18 year old high school graduate okay I took a couple'a gap years. I'm almost 23 I'm a grown man, I pay taxes!" Conner exclaimed and leaned over the desk.
Professor Drake looked at Conner with a stern, annoyed expression scrunching his lovely face. "I'm more than a decade older than you."
"Not a problem for me doll face," Conner swore a light pink dusted professor Drake's cheeks as his eyebrows furrowed further at the pet name. "Just think about it okay I gotta head'ta practice."
Professor Drake's eyes narrowed as they followed Conner's hand reaching for one of his expensive fountain pens to quickly scratch out his number on the first piece of paper next to him.
"See ya tomorrow?" Conner said with a bright smile.
"Get out of my classroom."
So yeah. Professor Drake doesn't like him. But he also didn't report him, and why else would he have not reported Conner if it's not because he's a little bit interested in the offer? Conner can't think of any other explanation.
But, despite Conner's unwavering hope he does back off a little, not wanting to make professor Drake uncomfortable. He doesn't bring up his offer again and simply admires from afar. Besides, he doesn't have time do dwell on it, he's got football to play and cheap beer to drink.
Okay, Conner had tried to simply admire from afar, he really did. But he'd just scored an awesome touchdown that won them the game against Star City U and he's riding an absolute high right now that no one could bring him down from. It's a chilly night and he's being clapped on his bare shoulder - he'd ripped his jersey off to whip it around his head in celebration - and praised by his coach and friends by the stands entrance when he sees professor Drake standing with his hands shoved into an oversized, greyish brown bomber jacket that doesn't quite fit the dark academia thing he has going on underneath, still, looks cute on him. Conner thinks he'd look better in his letter-mens jacket as he walks over. He's chatting with a blonde guy who looks around the same age, Conner notes with vague disinterest.
"Professor!" Conner greets cheerfully, professor Drake looks over at him with minute surprise, "good to see ya! You came to my game?"
"Professor Dowd thought we should show some university pride and come watch." He replies with a gesture to 'professor Dowd'.
Conner spares him a small, friendly nod in greeting, but his attention is fully on professor Drake, now that he's up close he can see an adorable blush staining his cheeks and nose in the cold air.
"So what'd you think? Did'ja enjoy the game?" Conner asks with a grin.
Professor Drake gives him his first kind smile since they first talked, "You played well Conner, good job."
Conner feels his smile grow as the praise makes him far giddier than it should, "So you uh… think about those tutoring sessions I talked to you about?"
Professor Drake's smile sours slightly with annoyance, "No, actually. I'm pretty busy I haven't had time to… get around to that."
"Right, I get it, busy guy I bet. How d'you deal with all that stress anyway you get massages or somethin'?" Conner asks coyly.
"…No." Professor Drake responds flatly.
Conner and professor Drake stare at each other for a heavy moment, having a silent back and forth with their eyes. Professor Dowd looks on bemusedly.
"So, you busy later tonight, you wanna come to the celebration party?" Conner asks brightly.
Professor Drake's eyes narrow and he breathes out a incredulous laugh, it puffs into smoke in the cold, "No Conner I don't want to go to a frat party."
"Why not? It'll be fun."
"Because I'm 36, my frat party days are behind me."
Conner smirks, "Bet you were a sight to see back then, you do any keg stands?"
"I-"
"Did he?" Professor Dowd interrupts excitedly, "he practically lived at those parties I had to scrape him off the floor!" He laughs.
"Well I- I don't think- that's a bit of an exaggeration Bernard." Professor Drake responds irritatedly. His cheeks are flushing darker with embarrassment, it's so cute, Conner's eyes are glued to him as he silently thanks Brendan or whatever.
"Well, Tim," Bernard begins pointedly, "I'm just telling it how I remember-"
Tim. Tim. Tim Drake, Professor Drake's name is Tim. Conner checks out of Tim and the other guys conversation as he turns the name over in his brain. Tim. It fits him so well, now he has a new name to moan while he jerks off thinking about him… he might keep saying professor actually the title kinda turns him on. Tim. Why is Conner so excited to learn his name? It's like he didn't think Tim even had a first name, but of course he did, he supposes he just didn't think he'd like it so much.
Tim.
"-I still don't even know how you graduated with such high grades you were partying every weekend!"
"It wasn't every weekend-" Tim huffed.
"You ever play beer pong?" Conner smiles, "I bet you'd be so good at it, calculating out how much force and speed you'd need and all that in your head."
Tim turns to Conner, "That's physics, I do chemistry."
"Oh, my bad," Conner replies with the cadence of someone who knew very well that it was physics and not chemistry, "guess I really need those tutoring sessions huh professor?"
Tim's mildly disgruntled face becomes even redder and Conner stops himself before he does something embarrassing like punch the air in excitement. His gaze flickers down to Conner's exposed chest for a micro second like he'd just realised he'd been shirtless this whole time, then pointedly away.
"Go get changed Conner you're getting goosebumps," Tim mumbles dismissively.
A pleased grin splits Conner's face, "You're lookin' that close?"
Tim's pale blue eyes cut to Conner in an icy glare.
"Jesus, okay!" Conner laughs, "you look like you're tryin' to laser eye me. I'll see you in class?"
"Yes, see you then." Tim's eyes soften a touch, "and congratulations, go have fun Conner you deserve it."
Conner bids goodbye to Tim with a lingering gaze and walks away with a skip in his step, beaming like an idiot. He's shirtless in the brisk autumn air but he feels very warm, he's probably blushing like an idiot too, he wouldn't be surprised if the air around him started steaming.
Tim.
Tim
Tim lets out a strained groan as he stretches his arms above his head, leaning back in his brown leather desk chair. He huffs as he relaxes and slouches into the chair, squinting at the half graded assignment open on his laptop. He hates going home with a task halfway done, but it's already eight pm and he still needs to make and eat dinner before hopefully getting a full eight hours of sleep before classes early tomorrow morning. He could probably push it to nine and still manage to fit dinner and sleep in before his six am alarm… he could maybe even push it to ten-
He sits up and starts putting his things in away his satchel, his working himself to the bone and ignoring his bodily needs days are behind him he tells himself. They're not, not by a long shot, but he's better than he used to be.
He stands up and groans at his stiff back, spending 90% of the waking day sitting down can't be good for his bones. Maybe he should look into massages like Conner said. Conner… god what an audacious student, he laughs to himself a little at the absurdity and gall of his, suggestion. He'll go far in life with that attitude he thinks, in whatever he chooses to do, not chemistry evidently.
He throws his jacket and satchel on and makes his way down the empty halls to the staff car park. The cold air hits him all at once and he winces a little as he steps out of the door, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.
He shuffles over the slightly icy asphalt to where his car is parked and pauses in front of the door with his key in hand.
He tilts his head back to the dark sky and lets out a loud sigh creating a billow of smoke, "Come on…" he grumbles. The car door is covered in a clear sheet of ice, he knows the door is frozen shut even before he grips the handle and pulls as hard as he can.
He grunts in frustration when the door refuses to give, he really doesn't want to get the train home. Gotham subways are practically a death sentence and he doesn't feel like getting mugged tonight.
"Professor?"
Tim whips his head around and sees Conner leaning one arm out the window of an… absolutely derelict, rusty, old, burgundy pickup truck.
"Oh, hello Conner." He responds politely.
"Car troubles?" Conner asks earnestly.
"Oh, yeah…" Tim vaguely gestures to his car, "doors frozen."
"You want a ride?"
Tim was not expecting that, and it must've shown on his face because Conner breathes out a small laugh, "No ulterior motives I promise, just tryna help a friend in need."
Tim isn't sure he believes that, he walks over anyway. Conner smiles as he approaches. "Hey beautiful. Why're you leaving so late anyway?"
Tim feels his cheeks heat at the endearment, he notes with irritation.
"I was grading assignments. Not yours. You didn't hand in anything."
Conner chuckles, "I love how blunt you are professor, just so no nonsense aren't ya?"
Tim hums flatly as he stares down at Conner's handsome smiling face. That's what really sucks about this whole Conner flirting with him thing. Conner's attractive, he's so attractive. With his devastatingly endearing smile and just unfair dimples, his bouncy black curls and vibrant cobalt eyes. Not to mention his Adonis-like muscles that Tim has not been seeing whenever he closes his eyes, and the fact that he towers over Tim making him look even bigger-
He's so attractive that he makes Tim feel like an 18 year old freshman questioning and exploring his sexuality with all closeted the jocks again. But he's not 18. He's 36, and a professor. A professor who is not going to sleep with his student, no matter how much he fits Tim's exact type in men.
"What are you doing here so late?" Tim questions back.
"I was taking advantage of the University gym while I can," Conner smirks, like he knows he just injected the mental image of Conner sweating through a compression shirt while grunting and groaning his way through a workout into Tim's brain. Maybe he does. Smug bastard.
"Come on get in, it's freezing out there," Conner nods to the passenger seat.
Tim eyes the side of the car dubiously, "how old is this thing? Looks like it's about to fall apart."
"Hey, lay off Daisy all right she's been through a lot with me." Conner pats the outside of the car door affectionately.
Tim scrutinizes a sizable scratch on the hood, "I can see that."
"Look we're not all on that professor money okay we don't all got Bentley's." Conner says with a pointed look at Tim's car.
"It's a Jaguar." Tim grumbles.
"Are you gonna get in or are you gonna make me beg? I'll do it but I won't be happy about it."
Tim stares at him with a pinched annoyed expression.
"Okay you got me I'd be happy to beg for you Professor, in fact-"
Tim rolls his eyes and rounds the car so that he doesn't hear the end of that statement. He sees Conner grinning at him like the cat who got the cream through the windshield.
God why is he doing this, he should just get an Uber, braving the subway would be better than this. This is so unprofessional he should go-
He pulls the door open and the warm air from inside the car blows past him, Conner's sickeningly earnest, cheerful smile warms him further.
He gets in the car.
God he's easy.
The car smells like cheap cologne, old leather seats and pine, it's very fitting for Conner Tim thinks.
He can feel Conner's eyes on him as he buckles his seatbelt, "So which fancy neighborhood am I taking you to?" Conner asks bringing up google maps on his phone.
Tim rattles off his address and glances around the interior of Conner's car. He has a pine tree air freshener as well as a crocheted sunflower dangling from the ceiling. The radio and cd player decorated with various stickers for different states, there's one that's just the shape of Texas with the word overtop, one of the Golden Gate Bridge that says California, one for Georgia of a peach with a bite mark, a trio of hibiscus flowers behind a surfboard for Hawaii, a hot dog with a backdrop of skyscrapers for New York, an alligator playing golf for Florida and another sunflower next to a buffalo for Kansas. He must travel a lot Tim muses.
Actually, there's a lot of sunflower paraphernalia in his car, Tim realises, there's another crochet sunflower in a pot sat on the dashboard. It's next to a small wolf stuffed toy. There's two separate sunflower magnets blue tacked onto the glove compartment, and… a lot of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker stickers. Tim's never seen the show, he was a bit old for it when it came out.
"Big fan of sunflowers?" He asks lightly.
"Hm?" Conner says distractedly, his eyes flicker over to where Tim's looking for a second and back to his phone, which he's mounting to a holder attached to the radio. "Oh, it's the official flower of Kansas, I'm from there."
Tim nods in acknowledgment as he takes that in, he doesn't know much about Kansas, just that they have lots of farming. And sunflowers apparently.
The corner of his mouth ticks up as he imagines Conner in a farmers overalls, a straw hat and a piece of wheat in his mouth.
It's an amusing thought knowing how Conner actually likes to dress, his big leather jacket he only seems to take off for football, lots of band tees, baggy acid wash jeans, big black boots with unnecessary buckles and all the studded accessories he can find. As well as his collection of piercings, one in his right earlobe and a bar through his left ear, his left eyebrow and a thin loop on the right side of his bottom lip.
Tim suddenly feels a wave of self consciousness wash over him, he hadn't realised he'd been paying so much attention to Conner. Why does he know the intricacies of a student's fashion sense? That's creepy, why can he remember so many details about a student it's extremely unprofessional and weird-
Conner twists and stretches his arm to rest on the back of the passenger seat while he reverses out of the parking lot. Tim finds his eyes drifting to the sliver of midriff and happy trail that's exposed from Conner's shirt riding up slightly.
"You a fan of studded belts professor? I'll let you borrow it if you want." Conner startles him out of his ogling with the worlds most self satisfied smirk.
Tim looks away quickly feeling his traitorous face heat up.
"No thank you." He mumbles.
Tim doesn't have time to return to his self deprecation because Conner continues, "You look tense professor, you sure you don't want a massage?" He asks coyly.
"I thought you didn't have any ulterior motives." Tim replies, firmly looking out of the window.
"I don't, I don't," Conner placates, "I was just… offerin' if you ever wanted to."
Tim can hear the smile in his voice, "I've had enough of your offers." He grumbles petulantly.
Conner laughs light and cheerfully, it alleviates some of the stress in Tim's body for some reason.
Conner turns on the radio and Garbage starts playing.
The band.
Tim turns to look at Conner with quiet surprise. "You like Garbage?"
"Yeah," Conner starts excitedly, "do you?"
"No. Not really."
"Oh." Conner wilts a little and Tim actually feels bad.
"I mean, they're not… awful, I just. I like other stuff."
"Do tell," Conner says, smiling again and Tim feels like he can breathe. Weird.
"I like the Clash, Nirvana, Greenday - that kind of stuff."
"Woah no way!" Conner starts strangely jovially, "professor Drake listens to punk rock? I would have never guessed that! You look like you listen to… I dunno, Bach or somethin'."
"Bach?" Tim responds incredulously.
Conner chuckles, "You know the classical guy-"
"I know who Bach is Conner, why would you think I listen to Bach?" Tim responds looking at Conner while he looks at the road.
"I mean," he starts with a laugh, "you dress like a guy who'd be into classical music, ya-know, the slacks and the fancy, shiny business shoes."
"Unbelievable." Tim mutters over Conner's giggling.
"Greenday and that stuff's kinda old now, you must've been like in high school when it came out." Conner remarks
Tim ignores the not so subtle jab at his age, "Yeah, I was in high school and college during that time."
Conner grins, "You mean when you were gettin' wasted at frat parties?"
Tim glances sidelong at Conner annoyedly then grunts in affirmation.
"Man I'd give anything to see that… bet you were popular with the jocks" Conner spares a glance at Tim to look him up and down.
He was popular with the jocks but Tim's not going to tell Conner that.
"How do you know I wasn't a jock?" Tim raises an eyebrow.
"Were you?"
"…No."
Conner laughs, "Well… you're still popular with the jocks." His says voice suddenly low.
Tim feels himself blush again and shifts in his seat, folding his arms.
"Eyes on the road…" he mumbles.
They're at a red light on an almost empty road. Tim can see Conner's grin grow out of the corner of his eye.
"You got a girlfriend professor? Boyfriend?"
"I'm not answering that."
"You seemed pretty chummy with professor Doyle at the game."
"…Professor Dowd."
"That's what I said."
Tim gives Conner a look, "We're just friends."
"So you're single?" Conner smiles
Tim sighs and turns to Conner, leaning over the console slightly, "Look Conner, your unwavering determination is admirable. But I don't date students."
Conner leans further over the console in return, with one hand on the steering wheel, still smiling, "Why not?"
Tim unconsciously leans an inch closer, "Because I would lose my job."
"Well it's not like I'm gonna go tellin' everybody." Conner rests an elbow against the center console.
Tim squints, "Something tells me you're not the best at keeping secrets, you're not exactly very subtle Conner."
Conner grins and shifts and leans closer to Tim like he can't help it, "I can be anything you want me to be professor."
Tim realises abruptly that he can feel Conner's breathe on his lips, his eyes dart down to Conner's lips before he can stop them and when he looks up Conner's eyes have become downright sultry.
His hearts beating against his ribcage like it's trying to escape and he knows his face is bright red. He freezes as his body fights his mind for a moment.
He's a split second from leaning in when the light turns green. He hadn't even noticed it going yellow. He clears his throat and straightens up suddenly.
"Lights green." He mumbles, looking out the window.
God what is he doing? He almost just kissed one of his students.
A terrifyingly larger than it should be part of him wished he had. He stuffs that part of him down into a tiny locked box at the back of his mind.
Conner starts driving silently. He can feel his smugness emanating from across the car. Bastard.
Quiet music fills the silence between them while Tim watches the streetlamps pass, trying to get control of his body. He recognises a building close to his house and sighs with relief that he'll be able to leave this mistake waiting to happen of a car soon.
Why did he even get in this car in the first place? He knew Conner was going to flirt relentlessly with him, why does Conner even effect him this strongly? He's been flirted with before, Bernard flirts with him like twice every time they hang out, he's pretty sure. Why does Conner's flirting make him react like a blushing virgin?
It's just his… stupid, handsome face. And his big biceps and his broad shoulders and his big chest and his big hands and his probably big dick because God hates Tim and likes to dangle his favourite food just out of reach and watch him struggle.
Tim's almost annoyed he's one of his students and not just a guy he met at a bar. In fact he's very annoyed.
"That yours?" Conner interrupts his disgruntled thinking with a point, through the windshield, to Tim's house.
"Yeah, that's me." Tim answers relieved to finally be home.
Conner lets out a whistle as he pulls into the driveway, "Professor money is nice huh?"
Tim gives an affirmative hum.
"Well, maybe you could spare a 20 for the ride?"
Tim looks over at Conner with light surprise and sees the teasing look on Conner's face.
"Or we could negotiate some other kind of payment method." Conner smirks.
Tim huffs, "Conner, I'm 14 years older than you, doesn't that bother you a little? Wouldn't you rather someone your own age?"
"Well sure, but no one my age is as hot as you professor." Conner leans his elbow against the center console again.
"You have an impressive amount of audacity."
"Thank you. But seriously, don't you think I deserve a little bit of compensation for gettin' you home safe and sound?" Conner continues with a mock serious expression, he reaches down and places his hand on the inside of Tim's thigh.
Tim feels the warmth of his hand burn through his slacks and pretends not to be so affected, he holds Conner's eye.
"Do you always do things for people in hopes they'll give you something in return?"
Conner leans an inch closer in a repeat of earlier, "Nah, my ma raised me better than that."
"It doesn't seem like she did." Tim challenges.
"Are you callin' me a bad boy professor? Maybe I need disciplining." Conner smirks.
Tim squints, "Why are you doing all this for better grades, why don't you just study? I know you don't find chemistry that difficult."
Conner bites his lip, looking uncharacteristically sheepish, "It's not about the grades Tim."
Tim feels heat rise to his cheeks as he fights the urge to look away. He'd forgotten Conner heard his first name that night.
He wants to kiss him so bad.
It's impressive and unfair how quickly Conner managed to find and unlock the little box of want Tim had shoved in the back of his mind.
They're at his house, no one would see… he could… they could… They're so close, he'd only have to lean in another inch.
Tim gulps, "This can't happen. I can't have relations with a student."
"Then why haven't you taken my hand off your thigh?" Conner asks lowly.
Tim blinks and blushes, eyes breaking contact with Conner's to dart down to his thigh for a second then back up.
Conner's lip ring glints in the lamplight as the corner of his mouth ticks up.
Tim grabs the collar of Conner's leather jacket and surges forward to bring their lips together. It feels like a dam breaking as Tim feels his Conner's soft lips against his. Conner meets him enthusiastically and reaches his hand from the steering wheel to cradle Tim's face, he lets out a breath through his nose and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He reaches his other hand from Tim's thigh to worm between him and the seat and holds his waist.
The kiss is instantly desperate and messy, Tim licks over Conner's lip ring and into his mouth. Tim's buries his hands in Conner's curls and is almost irritated that they're as soft as they look, but he's distracted by the little groan Conner lets out when he grips his hair tighter. The sound makes Tim's pants tighten.
They make-out sloppily and hot for a minute before Tim pulls back to catch his breath. He lets out a breathy laugh when Conner follows his lips desperately.
The sight of Conner when he opens his eyes makes his dick twitch, his eyes are dark and lustful, his pupils expanded. His cheeks are a beautiful pink, his lips shine with their combined spit and his chest heaves, Tim glances down and spots the sizeable bulge in Conner's jeans. He only gets to look for a second before Conner leans into Tim's neck, leaving hot kisses and licks. Tim closes his eyes and breathes out a sigh tilting his head away to give Conner more access, gripping Conner's curls tighter.
The hand Conner had resting on Tim's face moves to his jacket and unzips it, sliding his hand against Tim's sweater the second its open. Tim squirms a little as Conner's hand explores eagerly, stroking against his abs and chest.
Tim pulls on Conner's hair to get him to meet him for a kiss again. Conner whimpers into Tim's mouth a little and Tim feels like he's going to combust. He pulls a leg up onto the seat so he can face Conner better and shuffles out of his jacket while still attached to Conner by the lips.
They push and pull at each other desperately kissing and licking for a little while before Tim feels Conner grasping his waist and pulling him over the center console. The fact that Conner is able to lift him like that makes him shudder out a breath from the sudden wave of arousal as he steps over the console and settles on Conner's lap.
The second he sits down Conner's hands are all over him, up his chest, fondling his thigh, grasping his waist and grabbing at his ass, pulling him closer to his crotch. The manhandling makes electricity shoot up his spine and he grinds down on Conner's hard bulge feverishly. Conner gasps and moans into his mouth and Tim grins a little, Conner's so much more vocal than Tim was expecting, he loves it.
Tim yanks Conner's hair to pull his head back and expose his throat and a moan bubbles out of Conner's throat, Tim watches his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. Conner's hips buck up desperately when Tim sucks a lovebite into his neck.
"Professor… fuck," Conner pants.
"Don't call me that…" Tim mumbles into Conner's skin, "you're gonna give me a kink."
Conner breathes out a laugh that turns into a gasp and whine when Tim bites at his neck. Conner seems to have a thing for pain, Tim notes, he files that important information away for later. He focuses on palming Conner's abs through his shirt for now, feeling the way they rise with each panting breath.
Tim is suddenly hit with a memory of making out with a frat boy in his junior year of college in his car, he can't help but chuckle at the similarities.
"What?" Conner asks a bit breathless.
"Nothing, just remembering being in this exact situation 16 years ago. Making out with a jock in his car." Tim admits a bit shyly.
Conner grins and palms Tim's ass cheek, "Guess your tastes haven't changed."
"Shut up…" Tim mumbles and leans back into Conner's lips.
Tim jumps as Conner makes the seat recline back suddenly. The angle makes their crotches press against each other harder and they groan into each others mouths.
They hump each other feverishly while grabbing at each other all over like they can't decide what they like to feel best. Conner's making these little sounds into his mouth that make Tim go crazy. He wants to catalogue every one of Conner's noises and put them in a spreadsheet.
Conner's hands tighten on Tim's waist as his moans get louder and more desperate, "W-wait wait wait! Stah- stop…hah…" Conner pulls away from the kiss panting.
He has Tim's waist in an iron grip so hard he couldn't keep going if he wanted to.
Tim pulls back a little and watches Conner closely, minutely concerned.
"Ah… s-sorry I just… didn't wanna cum yet, hah…" Conner confesses nervously between gasps of air, "I don't uh, normally finish that fast I just… yaknow…"
His face has gone bright red and he's avoiding Tim's eyes, clearly embarrassed to have nearly came in his pants like a teenager, "I've just… wanted you for a while y'know…" he finishes quietly. Tim dick pulses at the admission.
Tim grips Conner's jaw gently and makes him face him again, "You're so cute when you blush." Tim tells him.
Conner releases a shaky breath and shifts in the seat and Tim's smirks.
"M'not blushin'…" Conner pouts.
Tim just sits and admires him for a moment. He loves having big, strong men at his beck and call in bed, and Conner looks at him like he'd jump of a bridge if Tim told him to.
"Do you want to come inside?" Tim asks.
"Yes!" Conner perks up, then crumbles a little when Tim grins, "I-I mean… whatever, sure…"
Tim chuckles and leans over to the passenger seat to grab his satchel and jacket.
"Come on sunflower boy," Tim says opening the car door and extracting himself from Conner's lap.
Conner grins again, pretend embarrassment forgotten in favour of following Tim to the front door on his heals. He slips his hands around Tim's waist and kisses at the side of his face while Tim rummages in his satchel for the keys. Tim blushes at the unexpected sweetness of the gesture and fumbles a little with the keys before fitting them in the door.
He opens the door and they walk in, the second the door closes behind them Conner shoves him against it and slots his mouth on Tim's again. Now that they're stood up their height difference is very noticeable, the amount he has to crane his head up makes liquid pool in Tim's belly.
He pushes lightly on Conner's chest and Conner pulls back to look at him, wearing an adorably confused expression. Tim's heart squeezes for a second.
"Take your shoes off." Tim orders.
Conner kneels down and starts unlacing his boots, Tim exhales heavily at his instant compliance. He stares down at Conner's head of shiny black curls before gently threading a hand through them.
Conner looks up at him and Tim takes a measured breath. He fights the urge to push Conner's face into his crotch.
Conner grins, "Do I look good on my knees professor?"
Tim hums lowly, not trusting his voice and pushes Conner's head back down, "Shoes. Off."
Conner obediently returns to his unlacing while Tim toes his oxford's off.
Conner throws his boots haphazardly on the doormat, Tim gets a glance of their shoes together before Conner's kissing him again.
Tim grunts in surprise as Conner lifts him up under his thighs. He wraps his legs around Conner's waist and his arms around Conner's neck. God, he's so strong.
Tim humps against Conner's abs before he can stop himself and forces himself to pull away to breathlessly order Conner to the bedroom.
"Mhm," Conner hums in agreement before sinking back into the kiss.
They stay there locking lips for a long minute before Tim pulls away again, "Okay seriously, bedroom."
"Yuh huh I heard you," Conner mumbles already leaning in again.
"Conner." Tim holds the sides of Conner's face still.
Conner opens his eyes properly to look at Tim, "Okay, okay, bedroom," he laughs.
He stands there for a second.
"…Where's the bedroom?"
"Upstairs, put me down."
Conner whines petulantly and grips Tim's thighs tighter.
"You're not carrying me upstairs Conner you'll trip," Tim says squirming in Conner's hold.
Conner whines annoyedly again but lets Tim down, Tim breathes a laugh to himself.
"Come," He takes Conner's hand and leads him towards the bedroom.
Conner
Conner's hand is tingling in Tim's gentle grip, it feels like torture to not be all over him for the half a minute it takes to get to Tim's room.
Tim opens the door to his room and Conner is once again floored by the amount of money Tim must have, the room is huge. Tim turns the lights on low with a fancy dimmer switch. A neatly made king bed covered in navy plaid sheets sits in the middle of the room facing a big flat screen TV mounted to the wall. He has a walk in closet and an en-suite and a balcony!
Oh Conner is going to fuck him on that balcony.
Conner's steadfastly distracted by Tim lifting his sweater over his head, leaving him in a crisp white button up and brown tie. Conner goes to him like he's magnetised and lifts the shirt from Tim's slacks.
Tim stops Conner from leaning in for another kiss with a firm hand on his chest, "Take off your clothes." He says lowly while loosening his tie.
The look in Tim's eyes makes Conner feel hot, he takes his jacket off while Tim takes off his shirt. His eyes widen a bit at the sight of Tim's bare torso, he's… jacked… for some reason.
This night is just full of nice surprises Conner muses.
"Fuck, you're so hot," Conner breathes.
A blush rises to Tim's cheeks, he's lifts the edge of Conner's t-shirt instead of answering.
Once they're both shirtless Tim's hands fly to Conner's chest and squeeze lightly, Conner smirks into a kiss and pulls Tim against him.
Conner eagerly explores Tim's newly revealed muscles, feeling the muscles in his back shift as Tim brings his hands down to Conner's belt. Conner copies him and starts fumbling with Tim's belt but gets interrupted by Tim's hand stroking him over his boxers.
He breaks off from Tim's lips to groan and slits his eyes open to see Tim watching him hungrily. He sucks in a gasp as Tim squeezes.
Conner returns to his task of unbuckling Tim's belt and then they're both stepping out of their pants and stumbling towards the bed.
The backs of Tim's knees his the edge of the mattress and he sits down, Conner feels his dick twitch at Tim looking up at him with his big, beautiful, blue, sexy eyes.
Tim refocuses on Conner's crotch and starts pulling his boxers down, he lets out a breath when Conner's fully hard cock is revealed.
"Yeah… I knew you'd be big," Tim remarks quietly and Conner puffs his chest out like a bird.
"You been thinkin' about this professor?" He teases
Tim looks up at him as he grips the base of Conner's cock gently. A drop of precum beads at the tip.
"Every night." Tim answers honestly.
Conner gulps audibly as his dick twitches in Tim's hold, "Oh…"
Tim removes his hand but Conner doesn't have time to protest before Tim's ordering him around again.
"Get on your knees." He says.
Conner drops as if he's under a spell, he definitely feels like it.
Tim smiles gently and caresses the back of Conner's neck, "You listen very well."
Conner preens at the praise and leans forward to press a kiss to Tim's annoyingly still-clothed bulge. Tim's hand grips tighter, Kon strokes his palms up Tim's thighs and mouths at his dick further. Conner reaches up to peel Tim's dark grey boxers down, his mouth waters as Tim's cock bounces out. The tip's the same pink as his lips.
"How the hell is your dick pretty too?" Conner mutters amazed.
Tim exhales through his nose when Conner wraps a hand around the shaft. He leans in and licks around the tip relishing the taste before swallowing half of it.
"F-fuck…" Tim stutters out, Conner hums happily feeling Tim's hands both return to his hair.
Tim lets out a beautiful moan as Conner bobs his head getting closer to the neat patch of dark pubes at the base. He reaches down to stroke himself but he's too desperate and ends up humping his hand.
"God Conner… you're so… fuck," Tim groans and tugs at his hair, making Conner moan and thrust faster.
Conner's just about to grip himself tight around the base so he doesn't cum so soon again when Tim pulls him off suddenly, Conner whines at the pull on his hair.
Tim grabs his face and kisses him hard, the atmosphere becomes heady with both of their desperation fast. Tim backs onto the bed and Conner follows, he leans down onto his forearms and moans at the press of their bodies together.
They kiss hot and wet, each other all over and grinding their cocks together before Tim detaches to reach over to the bedside table. He opens it and frantically searches blind with his hand while Conner attaches himself to Tim's neck, sucking little bruises and feeling Tim's throat vibrate with groans.
Tim seems to have found what he wanted as he shuffles back over and Conner captures his lips again. He hears the pop of what must be a lube cap and summons a gargantuan effort to stop kissing Tim into the mattress and open his eyes.
Conner looks down and Tim's at some point stripped his boxers and spread his legs invitingly, he sees Tim about to squirt the lube onto his own fingers and interrupts, "Wait- can I do it?" He asks, hope clear in his voice.
Tim glances up at him and pauses for a second then nods.
Conner grins and takes the lube excitedly, he leans down and gives Tim another kiss while he puts the lube on his fingers.
Sitting up on his knees a little Conner lifts Tim's thigh and takes a moment to look at him. Pale skin contrasting beautifully with his dark bedding, a deep red flush staining his face and all the way down to his chest. His dark hair and dark eyes shining as he looks at Conner with clear desire. He's so beautiful, Conner feels so fucking lucky. He tears his eyes from Tim's face with no small effort and looks down his body, eyes greedily tracing down Tim's abs, his happy trail to his cock, flushed and dripping, then down to his pink hole. Feeling heat rise in his cheeks, he teases the rim with his fingers gently and Tim squirms a little.
"Just…" Tim starts quietly, "go slow, I haven't done this in a while…"
Conner's heart skips, feeling very endeared to Tim's cute, shy face, as his dick twitches, anticipating the tight heat of Tim's hole.
"Don't worry babydoll I'll stretch you nice and slow."
He gently pushes a finger in and Tim exhales, clearly forcing himself to relax. God, he feels so tight, Conner fingers him a little before adding a second. He starts scissoring his fingers and Tim lets out a needy little noise that makes Conner's heart rate tick up.
He adds a third finger and starts thrusting his fingers in with more purpose, stroking upwards. Tim inhales sharply and his hips twitch up as Conner grazes his prostate. Conner grins and starts caressing the area harder, Tim throws his head back and moans, hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Conner watches Tim's arm muscles flex and his chest heave hungrily. Tim lets out a deliciously desperate sounding broken gasp and moan.
"G-god…" Tim sucks in a deep breath, "Conner…"
A shot of arousal shoots through him hearing Tim moan his name.
Tim palms around blindly in the bed next to him before reaching out and handing Conner a condom, "I'm ready, come on." He orders.
As much as Conner enjoys following his orders he's a little disappointed he won't get to cum deep inside professor Drake's tight asshole like he'd dreamed. But he understands. Maybe another time, he thinks with a smile as he removes his fingers and rips open the condom.
As he rolls it on he takes a second to admire Tim again, he bites his lip as his eyes rake all over his gorgeous, lean muscled body. Then he grabs Tim's thighs and heaves Tim's hips into his lap, letting out an appreciative hum at the powerful muscle he feels. He hooks Tim's leg over his arm and leans back over Tim before lining his dick up with Tim's hole.
Tim sucks in a breath as Conner starts to push in gently. He grabs Conner's head and pulls him down for a kiss while Conner slowly sheathes himself inside Tim.
Conner groans and Tim detaches from his mouth with a gasp as he bottoms out.
"Fuck you're… you feel so big…" Tim groans.
Conner grins and hooks Tim's other leg over his arm, holding Tim wide open before drawing back and thrusting forward with a little more force.
Tim wraps his arms around Conner's broad shoulders, "Mmh… faster…" he says against Conner's lips.
Conner shuffles closer, bending Tim further in half and starts thrusting with a steady pace, instantly Tim lets out a gorgeous string of moans. The sounds spur Conner on and he starts pounding harder and faster, his own grunting breaths mixing with Tim's cries.
They move across the sheets together in a bubble of ecstasy, Conner can barely pull out before he needs to bury himself back into Tim's tight heat.
Conner looks down at Tim and swears, how long had he fantasised about Tim under him like this? His face twisted in pleasure, mouth open and gasping, his eyelids fluttering half shut as he struggles to keep his light cerulean eyes focused.
"Oh fuck…" Conner ducks his head down to pant into Tim's neck.
Tim feels so wonderful around his cock, just as tight and hot and wet as he'd imagined. Conner's hips move faster like he can't help himself.
Tim scratches at Conner's back desperately, letting out staccato 'ah, ah, ah's' every thrust into him. Conner groans deeply as Tim's nails make delicious pain bloom across his back.
"Con- fuck!" Tim's head falls back and Conner instantly latches onto his neck.
Conner feels Tim's cock rub against his abs slick with precum. Tim grabs and pulls Conner's hair hard and Conner whines loudly as his hips grow faster and frantic in their thrusting.
He feels Tim's calf muscles contract in Conner's arms and his breaths growing shorter and more needy. Conner fucks into him harder and rougher, groaning as Tim's hole clenches around him, he bites down at the junction of Tim's neck and shoulder and Tim wails as he cums.
Conner feels Tim's cum splashing between the tight squeeze of their sweaty torsos and lets out a broken, desperate moan as Tim's hole tightens on his cock so hard it's almost painful. Tim clings desperately to Conner as he orgasms, crying out high pitched moans - all the muscles in his body clenching and unclenching.
Only a few more stuttered thrusts later and Conner feels electricity shoot through his spine at the same time as a delicious relief that makes him groan loudly into Tim's ear as he buries himself as deep as he can into Tim's body and cums into the condom.
Tim grabs his face and pulls him into a rough kiss as he rides out his orgasm, Conner's hips twitch a few times making them both moan into each others mouths.
Conner exhales through his nose slowly as his body relaxes and the kiss becomes gentler. He feels like he could've stayed like that forever, kissing Tim buried balls deep in his wonderful body, but he has to pull away to catch his breath.
His breath hitches when he opens his eyes, Tim looks so obviously fucked Conner feels pride well up in his chest. He hadn't imagined Tim could look so disheveled. His hair lays mussed around his head in a dark halo framing his angelic face, which is painted red with a beautiful blush, his lips are slick and flushed dark from the heavy kissing and his eyes, barely able to keep themselves open are hazy with pleasure and brimming with unshed tears.
"…You're, gorgeous professor…" Conner says earnestly.
Tim somehow manages to look more bashful even with the bright red blush staining his cheeks, he closes his eyes and groans a little as he stretches as much as he can while still in Conner's hold.
A small drop leaks out of Tim's left eye and Conner licks it up.
Tim's face scrunches and he opens his eyes, "Did you just lick my eye? What are you a dog?" His voice rough from all the crying out.
Conner grins, "Yes I am professor, a real nasty one."
Tim sighs, "You can't go 20 minutes without saying something stupid can you."
Conner laughs lightly and noses at Tim's cheek, pressing little kisses to his face, "Well maybe you should train me better Tim, you know I like when you order me around-"
Tim kisses him to shut him up. They sink into the bed together for a minute, gently kissing and holding each other, the softness is a stark contrast to the desperation just moments before.
Tim pulls away slowly, "Okay, pull out and let me up."
Conner whines like a dog to Tim's amusement but pulls out anyway.
He flops over onto his back next to Tim and starfishes out, he stretches and hears Tim do the same. Tim lets out a small sigh before sliding off the bed towards the en-suite, Conner watches with a smirk, feeling very pleased with himself as Tim's legs wobble a little.
He hears the sound of the sink running before Tim lets out a startled, "Jesus Christ Conner, were you tryna eat me alive?"
Tim pokes his head out of the doorway with an annoyed expression and points to his neck, which is covered in dark red and purple lovebites.
Conner grins, "What? Just markin' what's mine professor."
Tim's cheeks colour a little and he disappears back into the bathroom, Conner hears him mumbling angrily something about 'immaturity' and '22 year olds', whatever that means.
His eyes wander around Tim's room and takes in the details he missed earlier while he hears the sounds of Tim brushing his teeth. All the furniture is a dark rich wood, he's got a few small potted plants on an end table against the wall. A big bookcase from the floor to ceiling crammed full of books, that look to be perfectly organised by theme and content.
Conner breathes out a small laugh. Nerd.
There's a couple bits of wall art around the room, urban photography and a painting of some mansion. There's a small shelf on the wall to the right of the TV with some framed photos and a scented candle on. Conner can't perfectly make out the pictures from where he is but he's pretty sure they're of Tim and some other people so he makes a note to look at them closely later.
To the left of the TV is a… cat tower? As soon as his eyes land on it a large tuxedo cat with a white chest leaps onto the bed right next to Conner.
"Woah!" Conner jumps, the cat scrutinises Conner with its big green eyes, "…have you been here the whole time?"
The cat doesn't answer.
Conner lifts his hand to the cats face and lets it sniff him, "Professor Drake is a cat guy huh…"
Conner strokes the cats head gently when it deems his smell acceptable. Tim walks out of the bathroom completely clean with a wet towel in his hand. He smiles sweetly at the sight of Conner petting his cat.
"You've had a cat this whole time?" Conner questions.
Tim raises an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"Weird." Conner comments, eyes unashamedly tracing Tim's naked form.
"His name's Chef… because of the white bib in his fur." Tim informs him.
Conner looks back over to the cat and smiles, "Yeah that's a good name, he looks like he can throw together a mean spaghetti."
Tim laughs quietly and reaches over to clean the mess off of Conner's belly, and peel the condom Conner forgot was still there off. Conner tingles as Tim's fingers brush his now soft but still sensitive dick.
"Thanks," Conner mumbles, he wonders if he should ask about staying the night or if that's kind of implied already.
"You're welcome," Tim says walking back to the bathroom, "come here, I've got a spare toothbrush for you."
Well, that answers that Conner supposes. He leaps out of the bed and stretches his arms above his head with a loud groan as he pads over to Tim.
"Thanks babe," he says accepting the toothbrush Tim hands him.
He can see Tim's face heating in the mirror and smirks, he loves how easily flustered Tim is.
Tim ducks out to rummage around in his fancy, rich people walk in closet and calls out to Conner, "I'm sorry I don't have any underwear in your size, or pyjamas. Or anything really."
Conner smiles around the toothbrush at Tim's unwavering politeness, "It's no biggie Tim I'll just sleep naked! 'Do it allll the time." He calls back.
Tim doesn't respond to that, he appears at the doorway in dark green plaid sleep pants and a grey t-shirt, Conner lets his displeasure at Tim's no-longer-nakedness show on his face. Tim ignores it.
"Are you hungry?" He asks softly.
"Hm? Oh, I could eat. Why, has Chef prepared dinner for us?" Conner jokes.
Tim smiles despite the bad joke and leans against the doorway watching Conner's arm muscles flex with movement, "No, I just remembered I've got salmon in the fridge that needs using."
"You can cook?"
"Yes."
"Wow, you're just the whole package aint'cha."
Tim breathes out a tiny laugh, he's much more generous with his smiles and laughs after sex Conner notes, "Come down to the kitchen when you're done."
Tim lifts off the doorframe and pads impressively silently away, kinda like a cat, Conner thinks.
Tim's whole demeanor has kinda shifted, Conner feels like he's only now getting to see the real Tim. Sleepy and soft and relaxed after a good pounding, Conner smirks, feeling very proud of himself.
He rinses his mouth and walks back out to the bedroom, noticing Chef has gone, must've followed Tim. Conner feels a little awkward stood naked so he puts on his boxers and grins at the trail of discarded clothes leading to the bed. Replaying the memory of their heated desire in his head, he follows Tim down the stairs, taking more time to snoop at his hallway decorations.
It's kind of minimalist, he imagined Tim as someone who hates clutter so it makes sense. Conner reaches the bottom of the staircase and pauses, looking down at their shoes now placed neatly together on the shoe rack by the door. It makes his heart do something funny to look at them.
He recognises the smell of garlic sauteing and follows it to the kitchen. It's nice, big but not overly so, an island with a dark grey marble counter and brown wooden siding sits in the middle of the room, the marble and wood combo is repeated on all the countertops. Round, soft yellow lights hang low over the island creating a calm atmosphere. There are big windows all covered up with cream coloured curtains, and an archway on one wall leading to a dining room.
Tim stands in front of the stove, lightly pushing the garlic around in oil as it sizzles, he looks up and smiles at Conner. Chef's chomping on something in his bowl on the floor, Conner sidles up to Tim and put his hands on his waist quietly marvelling at how his thumbs almost touch.
"I hope you know I didn't seduce you just for the food." Conner teases.
Tim graciously grants him another amused smile and puts his hand not holding a cooking utensil on top of Conner's lightly, "And I hope you know I'm not raising your grades."
Conner whines petulantly and presses his forehead into Tim's silky hair, "Oh, come onnnn, please?"
"I thought you said it wasn't about the grades." Tim sprinkles the salmon fillets with salt and chili flakes then places them gingerly in the pan.
"It's not! But Tim chemistry is sooo boring, I don't wanna do ittt."
Tim turns to look up at Conner suspiciously, "How do you do so well on exams anyway? Are you cheating?"
Conner sighs, "No, chemistry's boring as hell but I've always been good at it. My old foster dad used to make me do all this extra tutoring and I got to like, College level sciences before I went to a new home. So the exams are all just like muscle memory now, but the coursework is like… actual work."
Tim is quiet for a moment, Conner thinks he's gonna ask him about his parentage situation like most people do when they learn he was a foster kid.
"The assignments are very differently formatted to the exams…" He mutters to himself like he forgot Conner is there, "makes sense that you might struggle with them…"
Conner doesn't really know what to say and he's busy staring at the way Tim's face scrunches cutely when he's thinking hard anyway.
Apparently having come to a conclusion he turns up to face Conner sudden determination on his face, "I could help you with those assignments if you would like that, I'm not going to do the work for you but we could have study sessions."
Conner grins-
"Not like that Conner, actual study sessions." Tim says firmly.
Conner pouts.
"Don't pout you big baby. You came to college, you need to put in the work if you want to graduate." He uses tongs to flip the salmon.
Conner noses the top of Tim's head and groans obnoxiously into his hair, "But I just wanna play football and bang my hot professorrr."
Tim huffs and Conner sees the tips of his ears grow red, he shuffles out of Conner's grip to the fridge. It's one of those huge, fancy ones with two doors and a water dispenser because of course it is. He pulls out Tupperware's full of some nice looking pasta in an orange sauce and some salad.
"The plates are in the cupboard just next to you, if you could get them out please."
Conner does as told, Tim takes the salmon off the stove, microwaves the pasta and starts plating up dinner for the two of them. It's weirdly… intimate, Conner thinks, sat in a dimly lit kitchen at the island in his boxers next to his chemistry professor. He stares at Tim for a moment before Tim looks back with silent question on his face.
He smiles wide and genuine at him, "I'll take you up on those study sessions professor, even if we have to actually study."
The 'I just want to spend more time with you' gets caught in Conner's throat with a sudden wave of self consciousness, he feels his cheeks heat slightly.
Tim just smiles back at him and starts eating, Conner copies him.
Half an hour later and teeth re-brushed, cozy under Tim's thick duvet, Conner throws an arm and leg over Tim in bed, snuggling close. Tim holds onto his bicep and lets out a breath, melting into Conner's arms. They kiss gently for a while before they both get tired, Conner's heart is doing weird things the whole time at the sheer sweetness of it all. Its like they've been in a relationship for years and this is their bedtime routine.
Conner's not an idiot, he knew the feelings he harboured for Tim stopped being purely lustful a little while ago, but he didn't expect all the softness and cuddles on their first night together. It makes a lovesick hope bloom in his chest that Tim might feel the same. Then he berates himself in his head for being so sappy, there's no way Tim had been thinking about him as much as Conner had thought about him.
Conner feels Chef curl up and lay down pressed up against his back, he falls asleep smiling into Tim's hair.