Disasterology 101 (10 page)

“So you
do
want to kick me out.” That sneer should have made Kevin less attractive but it didn’t. Cedric doubted anything could.

“Like I said befor—”

“I don’t care to hear about that,” Kevin snapped.

“You didn’t have to run away!” Cedric shot back, exasperated with the guy’s contrary disposition. “Things got out of control at the sex shop and I overreacted, but I can assure you it wasn’t your fault. If you’d stop being such a wanker and listen to me you’d underst—”

“Is there anything you want to say to me concerning this class?”

Kevin’s voice got lower and grittier. He sounded menacing, but for the first time that night he looked Cedric straight in the eye. Cedric gulped and stood his ground. He’d never been spoken to in such a manner. He was taken aback, and completely turned on. He couldn’t think of a single time in which he’d had a stronger reaction to a man.

“I’m not kicking you out,” he repeated, stepping a bit closer to Kevin… fighting the urge to turn him around and fuck him against the wall. Cedric’s therapist would be so proud if he could see him right now. It wasn’t very often he willingly shared space with anyone. “But I don’t think you’ll stay if we don’t clear the air, and I want to see you here Tuesday night.”

“Why?” Kevin’s facial expression went from defensive to puzzled in the blink of an eye.

“Because I intend to shag you senseless after class.”

Cedric straightened his back, immensely pleased by his confident tone. He doubted Kevin could tell how badly he was shaking inside.

Kevin’s small eyes bulged out of their sockets, his nostrils flared and his mouth fell open before he caught himself and snapped it shut. Cedric wasn’t surprised. He had the hardest time not putting his foot in his mouth whenever he talked to anyone.

It was the downside of spending a significant part of his life isolated from germ-carrying family members and only having the occasional friend. There was no need to watch what he said. The lack of an inner filter was a direct result of it. Not even the private personality coaches his mother had insisted on hiring while he was growing up could keep him from being a total twat.

“I don’t think so,
mate
,” Kevin finally said.

“Why not?” Cedric insisted, blocking Kevin’s exit with his body when he tried to move toward the door. “You had no problems sucking me off before, and we both know what would’ve happened after that, had you not run away and gone with me to a cleaner place instead.”

Cedric knew Kevin had just recently joined the ranks of men who liked to shag other men. Even if he’d been with a man in the past month, Cedric knew that it’d probably be a good idea to handle Kevin with much more care than Cedric was capable of, yet he didn’t take his words back. He just watched Kevin try to process them and figure out how to reply.

“If I remember correctly, you didn’t enjoy it at all.” Kevin’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and the look in his eyes was hard. “And you’re propositioning a student. I don’t know how things work in England, or Ireland, or Scotland, or wherever the fuck you’re from, but here in the States? I could report you for that.”

“England,” Cedric clarified. “But I’ve been living in Manhattan for several months now. And I’m not propositioning a student. I am propositioning a bloke who’s already sucked my dick and come all over my hand.”

Yes… total twat… Cedric could have smacked himself for that one.

“I told you I don’t want to talk about that.” The snarl was back in full force but Cedric didn’t mind. The more Kevin snapped, the more turned on Cedric got. There was something deliciously twisted about that.

“Do you know you look bloody gorgeous when you get all mad like that?”

It became quite obvious Kevin couldn’t gape and answer at the same time.

Cedric took the opportunity to glance at his watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

“Bollocks.” Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stop looking at Kevin and walked back to his desk.

“Are you related to the owners of Greenbriar International Builders?”

“How did you know?” he asked absently while gathering his books.

Kevin’s chuckle was humorless. “Lucky guess?”

Cedric quickly perused Kevin again, from his messy hair to his dusty construction boots. “So you work for my family then.”

“This is a fucking disaster,” Kevin sputtered. “You’re ruining my carefully drafted plans, man.”

“And how exactly am I doing that?”

“Do you really need to ask?” He rubbed his face with his hands. “You teach a class I need to take, and own the damn company where I work part-time.”

“So maybe I’ll be seeing you around the construction sites at some point as well.”

“What part of I don’t want to be anywhere near you can’t you understand?”

“You’re undressing me with your eyes.”

“Bullshit,” Kevin barked. “I’m too upset right now to even think about that.”

“I need to go home now,” Cedric said, doing his best to hide his smile.

“Just like that?” Incredulity made Kevin’s voice ring higher than it usually was. “Are you even listening to me? I just told you I don’t wa—”

“It’s getting late.”

“It’s not even
ten
.”

“It’s getting late for me, mate.”

“What? Got a curfew or something?” He might not have been facing Kevin, but Cedric could still feel the bloke’s smirk. Cedric added the smart-arse attitude to the list of things he liked the most about Kevin. “I know you’re kind of young, but please tell me you’re at least over twenty-one.”

“I’m twenty-six.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking baby.” Cedric watched Kevin rub his face again from the corner of his eye before adjusting his backpack and facing him one more time.

“We both know that’s not true.” He walked over to the chap who was making him barmier than usual, and cupped Kevin’s stubbly cheek in his gloved hand. “I didn’t feel like a baby to you, did I?”

“How can you possibly be a professor so soon after finishing college?”

“You’d be surprised how much a person can achieve when they have to remain indoors most of the time.” They made eye contact again. There was hesitation in the dark blue depths, and Cedric took advantage of it by leaning in and brushing his lips softly against Kevin’s. Just a peck. Something that’d satisfy Cedric’s needs, but wouldn’t make him squirm. “So…” He ran his fingers through that messy brown hair before stepping back. “See you Tuesday night.”

He didn’t wait to hear the refusal that would have come had he given Kevin time to recover from the kiss Cedric stole. He didn’t want to be denied the opportunity to be with this man. Besides, he
really
needed to get out of there. He had to make it to his place before the clock marked ten p.m.

He expected Kevin to yell after him. To tell Cedric he could go fuck himself and no way was he ever getting near Kevin again, but only silence followed him when he stepped out of the classroom.

He hadn’t imagined that brief glint of desire in Kevin’s eyes.

Maybe there was a chance.

Cedric smiled like a fool all the way to his flat.

CHAPTER NINE

Kevin didn’t show up for class Tuesday night. He couldn’t deal with it.

No way, no how. Not when all he could think about was having sex with his teacher.

Sadly, he only had one pass to be absent.

The first thing he noticed when he arrived at class on Thursday night was that there was no attendance list attached to the door. The second was that the teacher’s desk had been moved to the back of the room. The third was that only two empty seats were left; one right in front of the desk and the other by the wall across from the door. Kevin chose that one, because he knew he’d never be able to pay attention to anything if he had the hot Brit breathing down his neck.

He’d debated whether or not it was smart to come back to school up until the moment he had to get on the train to midtown Manhattan or miss the class again. If he showed up, Cedric would assume Kevin agreed to have sex with him, and if he stayed away and didn’t complete the class he wouldn’t be able to apply for the permanent job he wanted to get. For days he’d felt stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place, but determination to achieve his goals won in the end.

He had to be mature about this. He had to get over his embarrassment about what happened at the sex shop and act according to his age. He had to win the battle he’d been fighting with his dick, show up to class and very politely reject Cedric’s offer of sex. He refused to let his desire for a guy who was clearly not for him ruin his carefully crafted life plan.

And so here he was.

He took his notepad and textbook out of his backpack and glanced at his watch.

Seven twenty-seven p.m. and Professor Haughton-Disley had yet to arrive.

Kevin brushed his lips with the tips of his fingers and squeezed his eyes shut, but the memories would not leave him alone.

He’d relived that soft kiss Cedric gave him several times throughout the past few days. Silly as it sounded, there had been something special about it, and it was almost better than the passionate, open-mouthed ones they’d shared when they first met.

It was the kind of kiss that was meant to soothe instead of arouse. A sort of peace offering probably, yet his body failed to recognize that. He ached, and his heart beat in ways he’d never known before.

Kevin couldn’t deny that he was insanely attracted to Cedric. He wanted to suck on his pierced tongue and then feel it on his dick and balls. He wanted to blow the guy and not stop until Kevin had not only learned the best ways to do it, but also excelled at them. He wanted to take Cedric up on his offer of sex and lose himself in that lean, tall, young and absolutely perfect body of his.

He wanted Cedric Haughton-Disley to be his first.

But it couldn’t be.

Cedric was his teacher and his employer. He might have only been listed as one of Greenbriar’s architects on their website, but his family owned the company. Regardless of how he approached the situation, the outcome was always the same. It’d be unethical for Kevin to have a fling with him.

Not to mention, at twenty-six years old, he was also entirely too young for Kevin’s thirty-six. And Cedric had a pedigree. Kevin looked him up on the internet the second he got home from taking his first Blueprints class.

There were pictures online of several of his ancestors with fucking kings and queens, and going by what little he’d read before going to bed, the Haughton-Disleys practically owned half of England and a third of Spain.

The guy was out of his league, but that didn’t stop Kevin from liking him. From wondering about him. From trying to understand why in the hell Cedric wanted to have sex with him in spite of that sloppy blowjob Kevin had given him, and his behavior afterwards. Finding out Cedric wasn’t as put off by the whole incident as he’d thought made him feel a lot better, but still....

What was Cedric doing anyway, making out with blue-collar strangers at seedy sex shops and teaching how to read blueprints at a community college across the pond while trying to look like a delinquent?

The man was, hands down, the biggest, prettiest, walking contradiction Kevin had encountered in his life.

He was a rich boy who looked like a fashionable thug, but was an architect
and
a professor at twenty-six. His speech pattern was slightly snobbish, but he didn’t come across as an arrogant ass. Every move he made looked choreographed, but he seemed to be incapable of controlling what words came out of his mouth. From what Kevin had observed, Cedric was bashful and confident at the same time. He was almost sure the guy wore those fucking sexy leather gloves to protect his hands, yet Kevin’s dusty and sweaty state hadn’t deterred Cedric from touching and kissing him. From—

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.”

Kevin didn’t turn around, but he paid close attention to the precise and rather brief noises Cedric made while settling down.