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“Class, class,” Ryland warned. “I do not want your thesis to contain Gen-Z slang. Please, I’m begging. This is a formal, scientific research paper, not a social media blog. Got it?”
Before Ryland could plead some more, the bell rang. The herd of young students quickly gathered their books and hurried out the door in seconds.
Ryland sighed, feeling doubtful. He wasn’t sure he could handle reading “mogging,” “no cap”, or “NPC” in these kid’s papers anymore. He was going insane.
Rounding his desk, he spotted a shadow lingering in the hall. He stopped in his tracks, tilting his head to get a better view.
“Mr. Casey?”
Driver steps out from behind the door frame and into Ryland’s classroom. His hands are in the front pockets of his blue jeans, as casual as ever.
There was a moment of silence as Ryland peered at the man. He didn’t know a lot about Mr. Casey. Only that he ran their Shop Class and fixed up old cars for fundraising.
And unrelatedly, that he was incredibly handsome and suspiciously mysterious.
Ryland barely heard him speak more than a handful of times in his 3 years teaching here. He wondered if all the Shop guys were like that, or if this one was special. Either way, it intrigued Ryland greatly.
“Can I help you?” Ryland asked, breaking their eye contact and the moment of silence.
Driver stepped forward, which caused Ryland to step back. His heels hit the edge of his desk, startling himself for a second.
“Do you have any ethylene glycol?”
Ryland raised an eyebrow and leaned back, resting on his desk. He crossed his arms.
“Yes, I have antifreeze. Why?”
“Ran out. Figured a science professor may have some to spare,” Driver explained. He had a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips.
Ryland admired how softly Driver spoke, especially for being a Shop teacher. Not that he was being stereotypical, but Driver doesn’t always fit the image that most would expect. Mysterious, once again.
“I mean,” Ryland peered behind him at his locked chemicals cabinet. “I do. I use it to demonstrate freezing and boiling points with my students. I don’t have a lot though.”
Driver nodded and gazed around the classroom as Ryland spoke.
“I only need a litre.”
Ryland blinked at him over his glasses a few times.
“Okay. And, what? I’m just supposed to hand over a highly toxic chemical to you, no questions asked?”
Driver offered him a sly, tight lipped smile. Instead of responding, he began wandering around the classroom, one hand leaving his jeans pocket and touching a “safety first!” poster tacked to the wall.
Confused, Ryland couldn’t take his eyes off the gentleman inspecting his room.
This bizarre man was wandering about my classroom and… did I really mind? Ryland thought. I don’t have many adult visitors, except maybe the principal or the talkative Lit teacher from down the hall. Something seems suspicious about this whole thing, but it’s also nice to chat with a fellow grownup for once.
As Driver rounded to where he was leaning against his desk, Ryland suddenly felt the urge to keep his hands busy.
Shuffling some papers behind him, he asked, “Why don’t you see if the chemistry instructor in Block C has any antifreeze in her classroom? Ms. Jody, I believe. She definitely has some to spare for you.”
Driver stopped in front of Ryland’s desk and studied his face for a moment. Ryland tried not to squirm under his close gaze, but he could smell his subtle mix of cologne and something metallic at this distance.
“No,” Driver said. “I wanted to ask you first.”
Ryland swallowed hard. Okay…
“S-sure. But, I’d have to print a transfer request sheet and have the Superintendent sign off. I can’t just hand over a dangerous chemical, ya know,” Ryland explained, laughing lightly.
This whole situation is odd. A shop teacher asking a middle school science professor for a litre of antifreeze. Ryland didn’t have a car, but he knew they needed antifreeze to function, so maybe it wasn’t that strange.
But, no.
This was peculiar.
They aren’t buddies, not even acquaintances. They’re simply work colleagues and not very close ones at that.
Ryland started to get a pit in his stomach, maybe this isn’t a good idea.
“And, actually, I-I’m swamped. I’ve got kids coming in soon, any second probably, and have stacks of papers to grade- before the end of the day! So, sorry, I just… can’t.”
Note: Ryland Grace is a terrible liar.
Driver couldn’t hide his smirk at Ryland’s fumbling attempt.
Ryland became horrified by the thought that maybe he was enjoying watching Ryland squirm.
“You have a free period and then there’s an early release for a pep rally, Dr. Grace. You have all the time in the world.”
“I-uh, um,” Ryland stuttered, completely flustered. “Mr. Casey, you have to understand-“
“- Driver. Just call me Driver.”
“I- what?”
“Mr. Casey is just for formalities, I prefer Driver,” he explained, his voice extraordinarily soft.
Ryland stared with his mouth hung open. This conversation couldn’t get any weirder.
“Oh-okay. Driver,” Ryland cleared his throat. “You have to understand that this is kind of a bizarre request. Sure, sometimes other science teachers swap chemicals or supplies we’re short on, but not between departments like this.”
Driver reached for the crocheted Earth on Ryland’s desk, rolling it over in his hands.
“I could show you what I need it for,” Driver suggested. His blue eyes flashing briefly to meet Rylands.
Ryland had the urge to hide his face suddenly. He could feel the heat warming his cheeks and ears. This was feeling oddly intimate now.
Of course, Ryland’s been observant of Driver before. Curiosity invaded his mind often, how could it not? But, Ryland’s never really considered his interest in the man as a crush, right?
Crushes are silly things that his students have on each other sometimes. Ryland was a full adult and obviously outgrown such childish things.
Or, so he thought.
Ryland cleared his throat. “Show me what you use antifreeze for? I’m guessing for a car.”
“Yes.”
“And… you want to show me… that?”
“I do.”
“Okay…”
Ryland ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his glasses.
Driver wasn’t wrong about having time on his hands this afternoon. He had a free period for the next hour and planned on grading papers during the pep rally until the end of the day. He technically could go see whatever Driver wanted to show him and still have time to grade papers afterwards.
“Fine,” Ryland breathed. “Show me what you plan on using my ethylene glycol for.”
Driver offered a small smile and nodded.
“You could bring the litre with-“
“Don’t push it.”
Ryland gathered his keys and badge and began walking towards the door with Driver following behind. He swore he felt a ghost of a hand touch his back, as if Driver was guiding him out.
The thought alone caused him to flush deeply, his hands shaking as he locked up the classroom behind them.
He followed silently behind Driver as they crossed campus to the garage where he held his Shop class.
Next thing Ryland knew, he was standing in front of a beat up 1965 First Generation Ford Mustang (he only knew this information because Driver told him when they arrived).
Driver had the hood propped open, his arm outstretched casually to hold the weight. They both peered at the engine and her complicated web of parts.
“Wow,” Ryland said, earnestly.
He didn’t know a damn thing about cars. But, he could admire good craftsmanship when it’s presented in front of him.
Driver nodded in agreement. “I found it at a junkyard about 30 miles from here, paid barely anything. Figured it’d be perfect for the spring car show. The students were real excited.”
“That’s incredible,” Ryland complimented.
He meant it too. Every fall, Driver brings that year's students an old car to rebuild and then they sell it at the spring car show. All the proceeds go to fund next year's Shop class.
Driver used his free hand to point at a dirty reservoir under the hood.
“This is where that antifreeze is going to go.”
Ryland stared for a moment, scared to breathe too loudly with Driver only inches away.
“Now,” Ryland began, quietly. “I don’t know much about cars. I drive a bike to work. But, I’m sensing that maybe topping off the antifreeze would be the last item on your to-do list.”
He could feel Driver shift beside him, but he was still too shy to look. Carefully, he closed the hood of the car and turned to face Ryland.
Swallowing hard, Ryland peered at Driver over his glasses.
The air quickly felt hot and thick as he breathed. Even in the dusty, dark garage, something like a spark flashed between them.
“You’re right,” Driver said. His voice sounded so calm and confident, the complete opposite from Ryland. “I will have my students strip the car down to the frame and inspect its integrity. Then repair, rebuild, and work on the engine. Fluid checks would most certainly be last on this list.”
Ryland’s mouth was bone dry. The shop was eerily quiet, except for a lazy fan droning overhead. Ryland’s heart was pounding loudly in his ears, his skin prickling with anxiety.
“Why’d you bring me here?” Ryland whispered.
Driver studied him carefully, his eyes showing so many thoughts and emotions, but Ryland didn’t know how to read them.
Driver slowly leaned back against the hood of the Mustang, lowering himself to appear less intimidating. He studied Ryland thoughtfully, his eyes staring up at him.
Hesitantly, Driver reached out and slid a gentle hand under Ryland’s suit jacket, his fingers grazing along his side. Ryland’s breath hitched, the sudden touch making him sway uneasily.
Driver wrapped his steady hand around Ryland’s side, his finger tips just reaching his spine and slowly pulled him closer.
Completely at his mercy, Ryland stepped forward and found himself standing between Driver’s left knee.
Even though Ryland had a dress shirt on under his suit jacket, Driver’s hand felt like it was burning into his skin. He knew Driver could feel him practically panting now and he’s sure his face was an embarrassingly bright red.
But, Driver just gazed up at him, his expression so incredibly soft and… needy.
Ryland raised a shaky hand and snaked his palm around the back of Driver’s neck. The little hairs at the base of his head were pleasantly soft against Ryland’s fingers. He found himself squeezing slightly and beckoning Driver to lean forward.
Without another second of thought, Ryland angled down and kissed him. His lips were silky and warm and they slid over each other wonderfully.
This seemed to awaken something in Driver immediately. His other hand reached for Ryland’s left side and pulled him close, until his shin hit the front end of the car.
Ryland brought his free hand to Driver’s chest, fumbling with the collar of his black Henly. They kissed each other feverishly, teeth nipping lightly at each other's bottom lips.
Ryland started to feel dizzy. This was surprisingly better than he expected. Driver tasted subtly of mint and coffee, and he kissed like he’s done this many times before, leaving Ryland weak in the knees.
A shrilling bell rang abruptly.
Ryland’s eyes flew up and he pushed away from Driver so hard, he tripped over his own feet and stumbled a few steps.
Driver leaned back on the hood of the car, his elbows propping himself up. His eyes were heavy and dark as he stared at Ryland, a smirk dancing along his shiny lips.
Ryland panted heavily, the school bell bringing him back to reality for a moment.
Right. The seventh period ended and the pep rally should be starting soon. Meaning, all the students and half the teachers will be gathering in the gym on the other end of the building…
“You sly devil,” Ryland mumbled. He couldn’t help but feel impressed at Driver’s lure to get him here.
Ryland straightened the glasses on his face and blinked at the sight before him.
Looking smug and carefree, Driver slowly sat up from the hood of the car. His jeans were doing little to hide his erection and it made Ryland’s mouth water. Their eye contact was unbreakable as they tried to get a read on each other. Driver licked his lips and swallowed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing.
Yeah, fuck it.
Ryland took one long stride toward him, hands finding the sides of Driver’s face and pulling him into a clash of lips.
Ryland moaned shamelessly as Driver’s tongue explored the back of his teeth. It was messy and desperate, but also the most exhilarating thing Ryland has ever felt.
Driver pulled away and Ryland wanted to whimper at the loss. He gently grabbed Ryland by the wrist and led him toward a gray car parked on the other side of the shop.
“Mine,” Driver said, walking backwards a few steps. “A ‘73 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu.”
Ryland nodded but barely heard a thing. The fingers around his wrist were sending shockwaves down his spine, he hardly remembered his own name.
Driver clicked open the driver-side door and pushed the seat forward. He turned back to Ryland and slipped his hands under his suit jacket again, this time beckoning for him to take it off. He shed the jacket and left it on the roof of the car, then Driver gestured for Ryland to crawl into the backseat with the tilt of his head.
Without hesitation, Ryland did exactly as he was instructed. Driver put a gentle hand on the top of Ryland’s head as he crouched and stepped into the backseat of the Chevy.
Once Ryland was situated and leaning against the furthest side, Driver stepped in after him and closed the door with a soft click.
The back seat wasn’t very spacious. Ryland sat sideways in his seat, his back pressed against the side wall of the car. Driver was also sideways in his seat, only a couple inches between their knees.
The silence inside the car was deafening. No longer hearing the fan above, they only had their ragged breathing and heartbeats to listen too.
Driver cautiously raised his hands and removed Ryland’s glasses from his face. He gently folded them and set them in the front seat.
“Tell me to stop,” Driver whispered slowly, his voice low. He leaned forward, a hand finding Ryland’s knee and carefully sliding up his thigh.
Ryland’s only been with a few other guys before this, and that was years ago. Just thinking about what they were about to do in this car together made Ryland feel faint.
Ryland placed a gentle hand over Driver’s and inched him forward until his fingers brushed over his pant’s zipper. Ryland pressed Driver’s hand against his crotch, so he could feel just how bad he wanted this.
Driver had all the permission he needed then.
His other hand flew to Ryland’s belt and undid it quickly, flinging it to the car floor. Driver eased his pants down to his knees and Ryland helped kick them all the way off.
To Ryland’s surprise, instead of removing his boxer-briefs next, Driver bent down and planted a soft kiss on the fabric. Ryland’s cock twitched at gentle contact. His mouth fell open as Driver continued softly kissing and licking at his hardening dick through his boxers. One of Ryland’s hands flew to Driver’s hair and he sighed deeply.
This bizarre man and his mysterious ways, Ryland thought between brief moments of lust.
Driver’s gentle kissing and licks turned more aggressive, until he was practically burying his nose into the fabric. This man was teasing him.
Ryland felt like he was going crazy. He needed more, now.
“Please,” He mumbled, his head falling back against the car wall. “D-Driver, please.”
Driver slipped a finger into Ryland’s boxers and dragged them below his hips. Ryland bit the inside of his cheek to push down his moan.
Wasting no more time, Driver held him at the base and took his length into his mouth all at once.
Ryland yelped. “S-shit!”
Driver greedily sucked him down again and again, his tongue swirling over Ryland’s most sensitive spot with each pass. His throat was so tight and wet and he knew exactly what to do with it.
Ryland didn’t know what to do with himself. He had to force his eyes open so he could watch Driver’s blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock. The sight was explicit and the sounds were even more obscene and filthy.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loudly as Driver picked up speed.
“Driv-ah! I’m gonna, fuck,” Ryland blabbered, his fingers tightening their grip in Driver’s hair.
Unexpectedly, Driver released him from his mouth and pulled away.
Ryland almost cried from the sudden lack of warmth. His cock twitched and pulsated, begging to be touched again. Driver licked his lips and gazed up at Ryland with bleary eyes.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Driver announced, his voice hoarse.
In a smooth motion, Driver reached across the front seats and popped open the glove compartment. Ryland swallowed hard when he returned with a small bottle of lube and a condom.
“I have a suspicion that I’m not the first person you’ve had in the backseat of this car,” Ryland stated, nodding toward the contents in his hand.
Driver grinned and chuckled quietly. Ryland studied the man’s face as he laughed, the moment feeling more intimate than just a minute before.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Driver said, setting the lube and condoms on the floor between them. He swiftly pulled off his shirt and discarded it somewhere in the front seat.
“Mmm,” Ryland hummed, enjoying the view.
Driver smiled softly and leaned forward and began unbuttoning Ryland’s dress shirt. Before he got to the bottom, he paused, trailing over the shiny button between his fingers.
“Have you… ever?” Driver asked.
Ryland nodded. “Yes, both.”
Driver seemed to relax and finished unbuttoning Ryland’s shirt, sliding it over his shoulders.
“What do you prefer?”
Driver took Ryland’s cock in his hand, pumping him a few times. It didn’t take much for him to be rock hard again.
Ryland swallowed and met Driver’s gaze. He wet his lips.
“Fuck me.”
Driver’s mouth turned up into a smirk, then he undid his belt and pulled off his jeans. It was sort of an awkward process in the cramped back seat, but Ryland had all his focus on one thing.
Once undressed, Driver maneuvered Ryland onto his knees, his arms propped against the side of the car’s wall. Ryland turned his head and looked out the front window at the clock on the wall. They only had twenty-five minutes until the pep rally ended and the final bell rang.
Driver kneeled behind him and groaned deep in his chest. He placed a wide, steady hand on Ryland’s ass, his thumb softly tracing over his puckered entrance.
Ryland sucked in a sharp breath. He trusted Driver more than anyone in the entire building right now, and he only just met the man.
“Tell me to stop,” Driver whispered, peppering kisses along Ryland’s lower back.
Ryland shook his head back and forth. He was panting.
“Tell me,” Driver said, sliding his other hand up Ryland’s spine until he reached the back of his neck. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Please,” Ryland begged. “Please, I want- I need to feel you.”
Driver traced larger circles over Ryland’s hole with his thumb. He grabbed the lube bottle from the floor with his other hand, unscrewed the cap with his mouth and squeezed the gel onto his index finger.
He replaced his thumb with his finger, slowly inching his way inside as Ryland allowed him. Ryland panted heavily, his forehead pressing against the side of the car.
Once Driver reached his furthest knuckle, he pulled his finger out and and pushed it back in, causing a breathy moan to escape from Ryland’s lips.
“Jesus Christ,” Ryland whined. He couldn’t help but lean back against Driver’s finger, especially once he added a second.
“I’m not very religious, but yeah,” Driver muttered.
Ryland laughed, but it was cut short when Driver grazed his prostate with his middle digit. Lightening shot through Ryland’s entire body, his legs trembling.
Driver groaned and placed his free hand on Ryland’s hip, fingers squeezing his soft skin to hold him in place.
He fingered Ryland at a steady pace, opening him up slowly and gently. Ryland thought he was melting. Driver's touch was so delicate, so careful and tender, he’s never experienced anything quite like it.
“More,” Ryland panted, arching his back to get that perfect angle again. “Please, Driver, please.”
Driver hummed pleasantly, scissoring his fingers apart a few more times. Satisfied with his job, he pulled away and ripped the condom open with his teeth.
In such a daze, Ryland barely noticed Driver slipping on the condom and applying a generous amount of lube. That was until Driver lined the head of his cock up with Ryland’s weeping entrance.
Ryland gulped upon feeling the pressure. He looked back and nearly passed out at the sight behind him.
Driver looked absolutely beautiful.
His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were dark and full blown with lust. His face was dewy and a light shade of pink. A shine of sweat glistened across his chest and abdomen. Ryland wanted to turn around and drag his tongue over every inch.
Driver easily pushed the tip of his cock inside, the effortless glide drawing a deep moan out of Ryland. Driver wet his lips before thrusting deep, his hips hitting Ryland’s ass.
“Oh- fuck!” Ryland spat, his hands flailing to find something to hold onto.
Driver may have been slow and gentle with his fingers, but he had a different approach now. Ryland sensed that maybe he was having a hard time holding back, and he couldn’t blame him.
He drove into Ryland at a guiltless pace, the sound of skin slapping echoing inside the small car.
Never before has he found himself to be a loud lover, but Ryland couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore. He tried to grit his teeth and bite his hand to muffle the filthy noises escaping his mouth. Driver didn’t like that.
Stopping abruptly, Driver pulled out of Ryland and wrapped an arm around his waist. In a brisk motion, Ryland suddenly found himself straddling Driver’s lap.
“I want to see you,” Driver said, roughly. “I want to hear you.”
Ryland gulped. Then, without thinking, he bent forward and kissed Driver sloppily, indulging deeply in his taste and his scent. Driver returned his needy kiss, his hands pressing into Ryland’s thighs.
After a few seconds, Driver gripped Ryland’s waist, lifting him slightly so he was lined up with Driver’s length again.
“Ride me, Dr. Grace.”
Driver slowly lowered Ryland onto his leaking cock and groaned.
“Let me hear you,” he added, his voice gravely and hushed.
Ryland couldn’t do anything else but comply. He whimpered as he lowered himself down Driver’s length. He lifted his hips and slid down again, this time hitting that sweet spot deep inside.
It was easy to make the noise Driver wanted to hear, he just didn’t have to hold back anymore. He rode Driver relentlessly, his ass slapping Driver’s thighs each slide down. He moaned and blubbered incoherently while Driver’s hands found every square inch of Ryland’s back, hair, ass, and thighs.
“Mh,” Driver grunted. “You ride me perfectly, Dr. Grace. I’ve never heard sounds more beautiful or vulgar than yours. Louder. No one can hear you outside this car. Just me, all for me.”
Ryland threw his head back and cried out. He was tipping over the edge, his own dick smearing precum all over Driver’s stomach.
“Tell me,” Driver breathed. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Ah!” Ryland sobbed. “You feel so fucking good. B-best I’ve ever had. I can’t-I can’t-“
Driver moaned deeply, his mouth falling open as he came. Ryland almost wished he wasn’t wearing a condom then, so he could feel that warmth spreading deep inside him.
But, the pulsating of Driver’s cock inside him alone did him in. Ryland came soon after, his orgasam wracking his entire body.
Silence followed after, except for their panting and deep sighs. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, completely fucked out of his mind.
Once Ryland came back down to Earth, he grimaced as he slowly lifted himself off of Driver and flopped onto the seat beside him.
He felt empty and completely spent. Driver looked like he felt the same.
Typically Ryland would have to break the silence by now, to fill the quiet with his voice, per usual. But, his mind was empty, his thoughts seemed to have disappeared. He ran his palms down the tops of his thighs, glancing at Driver sitting beside him.
Driver was usually quiet, but even he looked unexpectedly speechless.
What have they done?
Loudly, the shrill of the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day.
Both men jumped in their seats and snapped out of their daze. Ryland gathered up his clothes spread around the car while Driver used an old napkin to clean himself up.
They fumbled around as they pulled on their pants and shirts. Somehow, Ryland’s shoes ended up lodged in the seat cushion.
Driver reached forward to open the driver-side door and a rush of cool air flooded the car. Ryland breathed in deeply and stepped out after him.
Ryland grabbed his jacket from the top of the car and folded it over his arms in front of himself, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
If Driver was nervous, he was sure good at hiding it. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and leaned his shoulder against the car, eyeing Ryland amusingly.
“Oh,” he breathed, turning around and reaching across the car to retrieve something from the passenger seat. “Your glasses.”
Driver unfolded them and carefully placed them on the bridge of Ryland’s nose. Ryland blushed at the kind gesture, looking down at his feet.
“Thanks,” Ryland mumbled.
Driver studied him for a moment, then placed a curled finger under Ryland’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his eyes.
“I want to see you again,” Driver admitted, his voice sweet and level compared to the one he had in the car.
“Oh?” Ryland breathed. “You do?”
Driver shrugged. “If you also want to.”
Ryland paused for a moment, not to think it over, he already knew his answer. But, to gather the heart that fell out of his chest.
Instead of saying anything, Ryland simply leaned forward and pressed his lips to Drivers. He returned the kiss eagerly, accepting Ryland’s response as a “yes”.
“Bye, Ryland,” Driver whispered against his lips.
Then he turned away, leaving Ryland standing beside the car he fell apart in.