Love of Learning 5
An hour and a half later the movie was drawing to a close.
They had started by sitting at the edge of the bed, first with their feet on the floor and then in cross legged positions. After Xander put down the empty bowl that had held the popcorn, he kicked off his sneakers and sat back against the headboard. William hesitated. But then he decided there was no need to keep them perched in an uncomfortable way throughout the film, so he soon joined him.
Xander had yawned and scrunched down further and further until he was basically lying with his head on the pillow. William said nothing about this additional liberty. It had all come about so gradually that he didn´t feel like he could reproach the boy at this point. But he himself remained sitting stiffly.
When Xander had started to snore lightly, William considered pausing the film and tip–toeing out of the room. Instead, against any sensible reaction he was having, against any appropriate idea about what he should do, he carded his fingers through Xander´s thick hair and kept watching the movie.
It wasn´t too long before Xander had sighed in his sleep and edged closer. When his head ended up pillowed on William´s thigh, William assured himself Xander would soon awaken and then the slightly awkward position would be shaken off quickly.
The credits had begun to roll when Xander huffed and shifted a little so that his face was nearly in William´s lap. But William somehow couldn´t bring himself to stop stroking Xander´s hair or even lightly caressing his cheeks. It was nothing more than warm affection, a shared loneliness that held him after being apart from friends and family for so long, and which no doubt Xander experienced as a new student and as any boy separated from the world that had been familiar to him.
Xander groaned a little, and burrowed into William´s lap.
"Xander," William said softly. "I should –– you –– are you awake?"
Xander made an indiscernible noise and then flung an arm over William´s leg, effectively anchoring himself more firmly against William´s body.
William laughed, not all out of nervousness, but at the way the boy pushed up against him almost like a puppy, seeking out warmth and affection and getting it even if the source of that warmth and affection hadn´t intended to give it at first.
"Xander," he said again.
"Just another minute," Xander said against William´s thigh.
A minute passed. Then another. William absently began stroking Xander´s thick wavy hair once more. Xander´s breathing grew heavier.
"Now, don´t go back to sleep," William told him. But truthfully, he said it in a whisper, as though he was trying to keep from waking the boy.
"Just...we could just stay like this for a while," Xander said in a low voice.
All at once William stopped carding his fingers through Xander´s hair. "I really think it better if we did not." He pulled back slightly, though it was hard to move with Xander weighed against him.
"Just a while," Xander insisted.
William reflected that Xander didn´t sound at all sleepy any more. "Xander, listen to me. You´re...a smart young man, and I enjoy spending time with you––"
"So...what´s the big?" Xander yawned, rubbing his cheek against William´s thigh. "You like me." Lower still. "I like you."
William tasted blood suddenly and realized he was biting his lip. Not only wasn´t he moving away, but he didn´t want to. He could feel himself growing hard, and instead of, as he ought, getting to his feet and making it clear that this was the last of any inappropriate interaction between them, he found himself tilting his hips up a bit, letting Xander slide his head more fully into his lap.
"We shouldn´t," William said, but it came out sounding breathless and eager.
"Please," Xander whispered. And oh god, his mouth was moving along William´s erection, with only the fabric of William´s trousers separating Xander´s lips from his skin.
"No," William said faintly.
"I just..." Xander moved one hand, sliding it around William´s waist and actually reaching back to cup his arse. "I can´t stop thinking about you."
"Xander," William tried again. "You...there´s nothing wrong with...feelings, and emotions, but...oh god," he broke off as Xander moved his weight forward enough to get William to lie back. "and...you mustn´t think this is...wrong, if you feel this way with other men...but boys your own age..."
Xander brushed his cheek against William´s abdomen, reaching up to un–tuck William´s shirt and skim his fingers along bare skin. "I know there´s nothing wrong with it. I´m not worried about that." He kissed the exposed skin once and again. "But the guys my own age, they´re nothing like you."
"I can´t let you––" William choked out. But somehow his hands were pushing his trousers down as Xander unbuttoned and unsnapped them; somehow he was shrugging out of his button–down shirt as Xander urged his arms out of the sleeves.
"Oh god," Xander said in a tight voice as he stroked up and down William´s bare torso. "You´re even better than I imagined."
"Xander, we don´t have to...do anything, not anything at all," William panted. When Xander rubbed his hair over his bare cock and then ran his tongue up it, William gave a high–pitched cry.
"We don´t have to," Xander murmured against his thigh. "But I really, really want to." He began to mouth along William´s cock in a slow, determined rhythm.
"Oh, god, I just . . ." William bit his hand as Xander urged his hips forward and sucked harder. He should put a stop to this immediately, but part of him thought wait, just wait, and then got lost in the swirl of Xander´s tongue and pleased humming around his cock.
When the boy palmed and then stroked his balls, William let out a high cry. At the back of his mind a cynical part of him wondered how many times Xander had done this before. But then he returned to the amazing sensations coursing through his body. He tugged Xander´s hair, perhaps too hard, but the boy made a noise that was very like purring, as though this was precisely what he wanted William to do.
Then Xander was actually taking him in his mouth, licking and sucking all at once, swallowing him whole.
William tilted his hips up a little more and groaned when he felt himself slide even deeper. Xander cupped his ass and kneaded, keeping the pace and pull of his mouth on William steady.
With a start, William realized two things. One, he was now thrusting quickly, almost brutally, into Xander´s mouth, and two, Xander had begun to trace and then slide a finger inside of him. And oh god, that was too much, it wasn´t something that was supposed to happen, not simply with a student but with anyone, any man. But even as the thought flitted through his mind, the saliva–slick digit worked in further and William panted and ground back against it.
Xander´s other hand was splayed out on William´s groin, steadying and feeding William´s cock into his mouth. William choked when he looked down and saw Xander watching him, his half–lidded eyes shining and his lips in a tight ring, eyelashes fluttering in evident pleasure while William´s erection slid back in.
Xander turned and inched the finger a little further inside. William threw his head back and made a noise that in a more conscious state would have seemed to him almost inhuman as something inside of him jolted the rest of his body up into a new level of pleasure.
"Please, oh please," he heard himself say as if from a great distance, and through his mind the word more threaded through until it was an internal chant.
Instead Xander´s finger pulled out completely, and William whimpered in disappointment. But no, now unmistakably there were two fingers, slick with something more than saliva, and William´s breathing quickened as he thrust forward into Xander´s hot mouth and then back against the now–welcome intrusion.
He heard Xander mumble something but he was beyond trying to puzzle out words. Instead he flung one arm above him, grabbing onto the headboard for more leverage and pushing himself back in frenzied rhythm against the wet slurping noises and the tightness around and inside of him. "Oh god, oh love," he said senselessly, and then cried out with abandon as he came hard.
