Chapter 1: Bill's POV
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William “Bill” Stirling POV.
From the classroom window Bill glared out at the rugby pitch and the man with the whistle who was shouting at the boys running around on the pitch. What they were doing Bill had no idea, rugby wasn’t a sport for him. Golf or Tennis was more his speed. The reason he was so annoyed was the very reason he had the school’s Dean in his classroom. “Did you hear me, Professor Stirling?” Turning away from the window Bill faced the Dean. “Yes I heard you but I still don’t see why I have to do it or be paired with that complete fool of a man”. Came Bill’s rather insolent reply. Bill watched as the Dean sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. “Because all the new boys need to be taught sex education and in particular about safe sex and because the school nurse refuses to after last year’s incident. So this year there will be four pairs taking a class each. You will not be getting out of it”. “I understand that but can’t I be paired with someone else. Like Professor Mayne?” “No, It has already been decided. I suggest you get a lesson plan together with Coach McDiarmid for this Friday. The school Nurse will provide you with the materials you need”. Taking Bill’s silence as compliance the Dean left. Turning back to the window and to the scene on the rugby pitch Bill sighed deeply. It was clear he wasn’t going to get out of this anytime soon.
It was later that evening after classes had concluded and the day was slowly fading into twilight that Bill heard the door to his classroom open. It caused him to stop marking one of the most poorly written disasters of an essay. Well he heard it be shoved open in fashion that caused him to stop marking and scowl at the intrusion. A scowl that deepened when he saw who stood there. Jock McDiarmid, a man who never failed to immediately get on Bill’s nerves. He was loud, brash, hot tempered and messy. Messy in a way that annoyed Bill to no end. He left crumbs all over the staff room from whatever biscuit he had managed to pilfer from the canteen. Then there was the way he dressed. It looked like he had rolled out of bed and just grabbed whatever he could find without pressing it. Some people had the audacity to call it a sporty chic. Bill called it an unkempt mess. It also annoyed him that those around him seemed to like or even love this great big oaf of a man. It was clear Bill wasn’t seeing what the other’s saw when they said Jock was actually a sweetheart, funny, caring, someone who would defend you to your last breath or his. Clearly that was untrue because all Jock did was get on his nerves.
Bill grimaced as Jock walked across the class room and grabbed a chair and brought it to his desk and sat down. He had clearly gotten changed at some point as gone were the short shorts and tight long sleeved over shirt and rugby boots from earlier. Now clad in simple slacks, shoes and a shirt that could do with a few more buttons being buttoned. The small tuft of chest hair that showed, seeming almost obscene to Bill. The words that then poured out of the other man’s mouth did nothing to ease his displeasure at being in his company. “Why the long face grumpy boots”. Jock’s tone was light and jovial, but it irked Bill to no end. Was there nothing that this man ever took seriously or was he just in this case unable to read the room and Bill’s face. Letting out a weary sigh Bill dropped his pen, which was still in his hand, on to his desk. He turned to face Jock properly. “I guess you're here about the little task the Dean has inflicted upon us”. He stated more than queried. “ You guessed correctly,” Jock replied. It was as Jock spoke that Bill noticed for the first time that he hadn’t come into the room empty handed. He in fact had a box with him. It was tucked under one arm hidden at his side. There was some handwritten on the side that Bill recognized as belonging to the school nurse. Bill had been too focused on Jock’s appearance to notice it at first. Maybe he wasn’t as useless as he had thought since he had in fact gone to the nurse to get the supplies they would need. At least he had enough brain cells in that Neanderthal head of his to have that kind of foresight.
Jock without getting up swung the box out from under his arm and placed it on his lap. Grabbing the flaps of the box that had been neatly folded together he pulled it open. His eyebrows shot up and a grin appeared on his face, a grin that made Bill feel uneasy. What the hell was in that box. It didn’t take long for him to find out as the other man began to pluck items from the box. The first thing was a stack of pamphlets about safe sex, some were garishly coloured but all covered the same kind of topics, what you could use, who you could use it with, what not to use etc. Next were a dozen or so wooden dowels which were phallic in shape and very clear in what they were supposed to represent and which Bill couldn’t but blush ever so slightly at when Jock handed them to him. Second to last were examples of various types of birth control and posters which depicted their use in a hand drawn cartoon like fashion. Lastly there was a large bag with packages of condoms in it . So fair except for the small amount of blushing Bill hand managed to keep his composure. “Wh.. what exactly are they expecting us to do with all of these?” he stammered. Laughing, Jock replied “Oh I have a few ideas”. This statement only caused Bill to look at him in horror. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bill almost demands, Knowing he might regret asking. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what everything was for but he had been brought up to talk about these things in secret that they were hush, hush, taboo subjects.
It wasn’t like he was a prude he had had sex before. Yes it had been a few years ago, well more than a few years ago. It had been a messy awkward affair with a girl whose name was fuzzy around the edges. It was during his time at University. Before that he had been at an all boys school, where everyone was more talk than action, so it wasn’t like he had any chance until he had met Mary, Mhari, May? Whatever her name, Bill knew he hadn’t enjoyed the experience as much as he was supposed to. It had just felt clumsy, wrong. No matter how many times they had sex he had never been as enthusiastic as she had been. After a year or two they had grown apart and Bill had been single ever since. Feeling like it wasn’t worth the effort and that the sexual part that went with relationships were pointless if there was nothing enjoyable about it. Now with these suggestive comments that Jock was making he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable but not in the aghast way that he was currently showing but in a I want to know where he’s going with this way. A way that made a small pleasurable knot form in his stomach.
Chapter 2: Jock's POV
Summary:
Jock has a crush a great big one on the Uptight Bill, he just needs to push him over the edge of whatever it is that's making him so uptight.
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Jock shook his head with dismay. This sorry lot in front of him was hopeless, he knew that not everyone was a budding sports star but sure they could at least grasp what he would call the basics. “Jesus Christ” he muttered out loud as he saw yet another student pass the ball the wrong way. He wasn’t sure that these kids knew if they were playing rugby or not. Picking up his whistle he blew loudly before shouting “You can’t pass to those in front you have to pass backwards or run the ball” Just coming up short before he started swearing. The look he was met with by the young boys on the pitch was something his Mother would have called glaikit but what his co-worker would have deemed without thought made him almost regret his life choices and becoming a Physical Ed teacher. Sighing to himself he mentally prepared himself to get through the rest of this lesson without wanting to kill someone or losing his head completely. Unbeknown to him he was being watched from a distance as this pantomime played out. Not that he would have really cared about being watched, who he was being watched by well that was a different matter altogether.
Ever since Jock had joined the staff at the boarding school just over a year ago he had been at odds with the history professor Bill Stirling, sorry William as he was only Bill to friends. It just seemed like they were polar opposites. Bill was uptight, stuffy and a prude in Jock’s opinion. While Jock was loud, crass and would talk to the walls if he thought he would get an answer. Jock however seemed to be aware of his shortcomings and acknowledged them. Something that made people like him, and when you got past the loud sometimes scary exterior he was actually a warm and caring person. None of it really mattered though as the one person Jock wanted to like him didn’t, why he wanted Bill to like him, well he could go into great detail about that. There was something about the tall, slim, haughty posh boy that Jock wanted to take apart. It was a feeling that could only be described as a feral need to consume him, ruffle his feathers, get under his skin and leave him feeling unbalanced. He wanted to tear him apart and put him back together again. It was a wholeheartedly overwhelming feeling and one that he knew given half a chance he would act on. He just hadn’t sussed Bill out enough yet to find out how he would react. Was there something being hidden underneath that uptight persona he exuded or was he in fact some uptight prude who would either throw a massive fit or would he have a heart attack and die on the spot. Little did he know something was about to happen that would mean he would have a chance to find out.
“Coach McDiarmid” a familiar voice called out, the sound echoing in the now empty changing room. Heading in the direction the voice had called out from Jock found the school Dean. A man who Jock liked but often found himself at odds with when it came to the school’s rugby team and their lack of progress in the school boys league. The Dean thought he should be able to whip them into shape as they were the sons of those of the upper echelons of society no problem, Jock had pointed out that pedigree didn’t always guarantee talent. It had become a bone of contention between them other than that they got on great. “Yes?” Jock queried. “Glad to have found you, am sure you would have heard by now about the new sex education programme” The other man began, Oh Jock had heard alright, he had heard those who had been selected already moan about having to give the class. Instead of stating this he nodded his head in confirmation. “Ah good, I am afraid to tell you that I will require you to prepare one of the lessons and you will be paired with Professor Stirling.” Jock stared at the other man and noted that he seemed uneasy like he was waiting for some sort of protest perhaps. “That’s fine with me” Jock replied, which seemed to make the other man relieved somewhat. He no doubt got some form of protest from Bill, or he would when he found out. Jock despite his dreaming about getting underneath Bill’s skin in a carnal fashion, wasn't stupid, he knew the other man had a great disdain for him but it did give him a thrill knowing he would be able to spend time alone with him and do what he had been dreaming about even if it just ended in him annoying him in a different manner.
After getting some more details from the Dean, Jock had made a plan in his head. He would after his last class of the day go get the supplies for the lesson from the school nurse. He would then go and get showered and changed before finding Bill and getting this whole thing started. It was a simple plan and one he stuck to, that was until it came to getting dressed. Jock wasn’t a man who spent a lot of time on his appearance and liked to get things simple. It was something that worked for him. It was what those who were fashionable would call a classic paired down sporty style, effortlessly chic. Others would have called it lazy, him he called it clothes that wear clean. So why was he having trouble finding something to wear? Was it because this was the first time he would be spending any time alone with Bill and somehow he wanted him to see him in something other than sweaty sports clothing? Yes. He also wanted to show the other man he could be something other than just the messy sports coach that he seemed to think he was. Finally he settled on some simple light tan slacks, a cream shirt and tan shoes. Out of habit he left the top three buttons of his shirt undone, which meant more than a few strands of his chest hair were on show. Something he knew someone people found enticing. Finally checking himself in the mirror on the back of his door and deeming himself acceptable, Jock left the box of supplies under one arm.
It didn't take him all that long to make it from his room to Bill’s classroom. He knew he would still be there, classes had finished but it wasn’t dinner time yet and most of the Professors would stay in their classrooms to complete marking or prepare lesson plans. He himself was a bit different. Unless he was coaching there wasn’t much planning as his syllabus didn’t really change that much unlike everyone else. Knowing this, he knew Bill would still be in his class. Jock opened the door to Bill’s classroom and stepped inside, picking a chair up he moved it and sat down. There was a brief exchange about the task at hand before Jock began to empty the contents of the box onto Bill’s desk. It was as he completely emptied the box that the exchange that would give him an opening to be a bit flirty or at least flirty in Jock’s mind. As soon as he spoke he could see the shock on Bill’s face and the exclamation that came from Bill’s mouth just made Jock grin. Oh he would have fun with this but he would have to be careful, no matter how much he wanted to make the other man blush. Jock bet Bill would look lovely with a light pink blush creeping across his face and up his neck. “Oh I think you know exactly what I mean. If you don’t I can always give you a demonstration but that means you would have to be a willing participant.” Jock replied to Bill’s cry of what do you mean by that. There was a lascivious grin plastered across Jock’s face as he said this making it obvious that he wasn’t exactly joking.
As Jock hoped Bill’s face did look good with a blush across his cheeks. He had to stifle a laugh as a few emotions flickered across the other man’s face. Horror, disbelief, disgust, curiosity, lust?. Then came the stuttering of words. “What, no, why would I? I mean, How would that even work?” The words came thick and fast. It took a moment for Jock to catch it but he was sure he just heard the uptight man ask how it would work. Leaning close to Bill so he was mere inches from his face. “Like I said I can show you”. He could tell Bill was struggling with whatever was running through his mind. He just hoped he would come to a conclusion that would give Jock exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was Bill. Mainly Bill on his knees he mouth around his cock, Bill bent over the desk moaning his name, begging him for more. Yes he just hoped he would give in to the thoughts he was struggling with.
Chapter 3
Summary:
Sorry guys i decided to change where this was going a little bit.
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Bill was horrified or was he. He couldn’t tell anymore. Jock couldn’t be suggesting what he thought he was, was he? Not this had to be some sort of joke. Plus he, Bill, wasn't even interested in men or at least that was what he was trying to tell himself. The twitch he felt in his pants told himself something else. How close Jock was, wasn’t helping either. He was so close he could easily kiss him. No, no, no this wasn’t right he kept telling himself. He liked women, ah but that didn’t last long because you didn’t like sleeping with her. A little voice told him. No he couldn’t deny that. He had been uncomfortable, but that’s how everyone felt right? He had also never bothered with pursuing another relationship since either, just putting it down to being too busy working and believing that the right person would come along soon. That little voice nudged him again. Maybe this was the right person. Good god why was he even thinking like this. Maybe he should see if Jock was actually joking or not. Either way he would have nothing to lose. If he was joking then he could get one up on Jock. If he wasn’t then he could put these thoughts to bed and find out if this was what he was really looking for. Damn he couldn’t believe that he was even contemplating this. Swallowing hard he prepared himself and said. “What exactly would showing me entail?”
Jock kept quiet, still mere inches from Bill’s face, letting him fight that battle he was so clearly having inside his head. It was a battle he could honestly say he had never had. He had known who he was and what he liked from a young age. It seemed like his family had known this as well and let him be himself. The fact he was interested in men was something that never really became much of an issue within his life. He put this down to him being pretty confident and that he was much bigger than most people and there was a chance he could beat the crap out of them. Not that had never had issues but they had been few and far inbetween for him. He also knew that others were not so lucky. He had a feeling Bill had been brought up with the whole men, liked women, got married, had kids, and there was nothing else to be had or explored. As he thought about the war that was clearly going on in Bill’s head he almost missed the words that spilled from the other man’s mouth. It took him a few seconds but he caught them. Fuuuck was he serious? Jock hoped he was. Or did he think this was some sort of joke? Well there was only one way to find out. “Well I could start by kissing you? Then we could see what happens.” Yes they could see what happened, while Jock knew what he wanted to do to the other man he didn’t want to force him into something that he wasn’t going to be comfortable with. They could take it slowly, even if most of his blood supply was already heading south.
A simple “Okay” spilled from Bill’s lips. His brain was currently short circuiting and he could think of anything else to say. He was nervous as all hell if this wasn’t some kind of joke. Oh God he thought he would die if it was. The thoughts about it being a joke were soon put to rest when Jock leaned forward further in his seat and closed the gap between. He could feel the slight tickle of Jock’s moustache first, then the soft brush of his lips against his own. It was surprisingly light and gentle at first before the pressure increased. He felt Jock’s hand come up and cup the back of his head. Soon enough he felt the pressure of the kiss deepen a little more, then the swipe of the other man's tongue asking for entrance to his mouth. Their tongue’s began to dance against each other, tasting and exploring. This continued on for a few minutes, getting more and more intense before they finally broke apart. Bill felt a bit dazed, he hadn’t known kissing itself could be this good and he could safely say he had never been this turned on before either. Bill wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go but right now he was willing to find out.
Jock checked over Bill’s face as they broke apart. He could see the blown pupils and the need for more in them. He didn’t want to take advantage though and needed permission to continue. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yes” came Bill’s reply. “Do you want to continue? Maybe try something else?” Jock queried. “Yes, and what exactly?” Bill replied. Pushing his chair back slightly, Jock slid off it onto his knees in front of Bill. “Am going to need you to shuffle down a little bit and trust me. Can you do that?” Jock asked. “Okay” Bill whispered, it was clear he was nervous. Jock would take it slow but if this freaked Bill out he would stop. As Bill shuffled forward slightly, Jock reached up and unbuttoned his trousers and eased the zipped down. Hooking his fingers into the waist bands he pulled them slightly down, just enough so he could see that Bill was wearing white boxer briefs, briefs that had an obvious bulge in them. Looking up he checked that Bill was still okay with this, Seeing he still seemed okay. He reached up again and freed Bill’s cock from the confines of his underwear. Taking it in hand he slowly ran his fingers along it, before curving his hands around it and slowly stroking up and down. The motion elicited a small moan from Bill’s lips. Jock repeated the motion a couple more times before holding Bill’s cock by the base and leaning down and running his tongue along the length., from base to tip, before swirling his tongue around the head and slowly beginning to take Bill’s cock inch by inch into his mouth.
Bill let out a loud moan as Jock swallowed around his cock, oh gods it felt amazing. His ex had never done this, it had always been too tight handjobs that hurt more than gave him any pleasure. He had tried to please her but it just felt wrong and his heart hadn’t really been in it. This however felt right, the only thing was he was quite sure what he was supposed to do with his hands. Moaning again, he did what felt right and threaded one hand into the hair on the back of Jock’s head. The short strands felt silky beneath his finger tips. The other hand however slid across his chest until it met the buttons of his shirt. Popping a couple open he slid his hand inside until he could feel his right nipple, pebbled in arousal. Just as he pinched it Jock took him fully, sinking right down to the hilt. The combined feeling made him cry out “Fuuuuck” It also pushed him to the edge, shit, what was he going to do? Clearly Jock must have sensed something and pulled back just a bit but didn’t stop. Bill gripped the back of the other man’s head trying to get him to stop but it just seemed to spur him on. “Jock, nrgh, Shit.” The words and sounds kept coming from Bill’s mouth over and over as he got closer and closer until finally his head tipped back and he came down Jock’s throat with a loud moan.
Jock pulled off of Bill’s cock with a small pop. Swallowing down the load that had been released into his mouth and throat. Letting go of the base of Bill’s cock he moved his hand to gently rub Bill’s thighs to help him come down from his high. It took a couple minutes of him gently rubbing Bill’s thigh and watching as the rising of Bill’s chest became slowly as he regained himself and could finally look down at Jock. “I take it you enjoyed that” Jock let out a little laugh as all he got in return was a small nod. Clearly Bill was trying to clear his head still, a little bit dazed over what had just happened. Not wanting to push this too far Jock said “ I think we better stop here and get back to what we were supposed to be doing”. He knew he could have gone further but by the look of the other man, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it right now. He would however see if Bill ever wanted to try more things with him. To explore whatever this now was further. Bill did however begin to protest a little bit but Jock stopped him. “We can try more later but for now darling I think we better stop here”. Reluctantly Bill agreed,clearly something had been awoken in him and he wanted more but he would just have to wait. Right now they would get back to the lesson planning and then they could talk about what they just did.
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