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Dr. Lecter’s class was Will Graham’s favorite for many reasons. One, he enjoyed the subject matter. Two, Dr. Lecter was easy on the eyes. Three, it was his last class of the day on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
There was one thing he hated about it, however, and that was where he sat in the classroom. One the first day of class he had come in a couple of minutes late, and Dr. Lecter had called to him, “There’s an empty seat on the front row.” Now he sat at the front every class, because first day seats were assigned for the semester. That was unfortunate for Will, especially on days like this.
Will thought he could make it through the 75-minute class period without going to the restroom beforehand, but today that had been a mistake. He looked up at the clock to see 30 minutes still ticking. He frowned and squeezed his legs together, sighing and trying to drown out the pressure in his bladder in favor of listening to Dr. Lecter’s lecture on Dante.
He desperately wanted to get up and use the restroom; but being down on the front row meant disturbing the entire class - and feeling Dr. Lecter’s disapproving eyes follow all the way up the stairs to the exit - and that just wasn’t something he wanted. So, after glancing at the clock to see only five minutes had ticked by, he took a deep breath in and steeled himself. He could make it.
~
“That concludes my lecture for today,” Dr. Lecter continued, eyes glancing at the fidgety student in the front row. His curls seemed wilder than usual, legs crossed underneath the built-in desk, chewing on his bottom lip. Will Graham . In all his years as a teacher he had never been truly tempted by a student (and he had been through attempted seduction by many), and yet this pretty young man had distracted him on more than one occasion. He caught Will’s eye and smiled slightly at the blush that pinkened the boy’s cheeks immediately. Will looked away, down to where he’d been scribbling notes ferociously onto his notepad. He was one of the few who kept handwritten notes instead of bringing his laptop or tablet into class. Dr. Lecter liked that about him. “Discussion posts are due tonight. Papers are due Friday. You are free to go.”
Students clamoring filled the classroom as they packed their bags and asked each other if they had started the assignments yet, but Will was rooted in his chair, waiting until there was a clear line for him to exit straight to the restroom in the hall. He was too close to peeing his jeans for comfort - if he got caught in a crowd of students that would be no good.
But now, of course, he had the attention of one Dr. Lecter.
“Did you have a question for me, Will?” The deep voice, suddenly closer than normal to Will’s desk made him look up in surprise and he clenched his thighs tighter on reflex. Dammit, he needed to go. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No - no, you’re fine. And no questions, I’m just. Waiting for the crowd to disperse,” Will motioned to the few students still chatting in the doorway just as they started to leave. “I’ll get out of your classroom now though. See you Friday.”
Before Dr. Lecter could say another word, the boy had bolted out of his seat and flew through the door, letting it clang behind him, leaving Dr. Lecter standing at the front, wondering what one of his favorite students had been in such a hurry for.
~
Will sighed in relief as he spied an empty stall, making a beeline and barely making it to hang his backpack on the hook before the need to piss was too strong. As soon as he relaxed and let go, the feeling was almost orgasmic - and that wasn’t lost on him. He felt his face flush as he bit his lip to hold in the sound of relief (the moan, if he wanted to be honest with himself) that threatened to escape.
The flow seemed like it was never going to end, but of course, it did, and he tucked himself back into his jeans, satisfied. Grabbing his backpack, he walked out to the sinks, nearly knocking into another one of the open stall doors as he saw Dr. Lecter at a sink washing his own hands.
If I would’ve walked out a few seconds earlier, I might have seen Dr. Lecter’s DICK. Will squeaked inaudibly, turning on a sink and not acknowledging his professor as he soaped up his hands.
“Have a good afternoon, Will,” Dr. Lecter called over his shoulder as he exited the lavatory. Will looked up from where he was still soaping his hands up liberally to form some kind of response, but Dr. Lecter was already gone.
~
“I almost saw Dr. Lecter’s dick,” Will blurted as soon as he busted into his dorm. His face was flushed as he leaned back against the door of the suite, his suitemates Jimmy and Brian, and their mutual friend Beverly, all looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“Well go on,” Beverly motioned, laughing. “Did you finally call him daddy by accident?”
Will nearly lunged forward and swatted her shoulder but Jimmy had already done it for him. “No,” He let his backpack drop and sat in an empty bean bag. “It was in the restroom. I wouldn’t have looked on purpose but I definitely would have not on purpose and isn’t that just awful?”
Brian snorted. “Dude. Teachers have to pee too, you know?”
“He’s just embarrassed because he wanted to see it,” Beverly countered. “Right, Will?”
Before he could answer, Jimmy jumped in. “Well, Dr. Lecter is a fundamentally good looking guy. I mean, nearly the entire campus swoons over him. Including the teachers. I heard he went on a date with Professor Bloom a couple months ago and he never called her back.”
Will’s eyes widened. “Where did you hear that?”
“In the teacher’s lounge. From Ms. Verger. She didn’t seem too upset,” Jimmy shrugged. “Anyway, my point was - his dick is probably as good looking as the rest of him.”
Will groaned. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Did he say anything to you? Did he see your-you know?” Beverly sat up, pressing eagerly for more details.
“No he did not!” Will flushed again. “We were just washing our hands. And he told me to have a nice afternoon.”
Brian laughed. “I hate to burst your bubble, Beverly, but this sounds like a perfectly normal run-in in the restroom. No flirtation. Plus, he’s a goddamn teacher .”
Beverly waved her hand. “Who cares. He acknowledged your presence -”
“We were standing right next to each other at the sink right after his class!” Will broke in but didn’t continue because of Beverly’s glare.
“He acknowledged your presence when he didn’t have to, in an otherwise potentially awkward situation, and I think that’s just peachy.” She sat back again, pleased with herself.
Will pursed his lips. “Am I supposed to do...something with this information?”
“I don’t know,” Beverly responded, making Brian and Jimmy laugh, and Will rolled his eyes.
“Gee thanks, Bev. You’re a great help.” But he grinned at her anyway.
~
Later that night, when he was alone in his bedroom, Will thought back on the events of that afternoon, and found himself recalling that...that feeling that had overcome him when he had finally been able to let go. The rush; the warmth, the chase of wondering if he could make it without having a mess in his pants.
Then his mind wandered a bit more. He thought about what it might’ve been like if Dr. Lecter had cornered him in his classroom for a couple of minutes longer - if Dr. Lecter had asked him if there was anything wrong and then...if he looked down and saw a small wet patch on the front of Will’s jeans, and tutted in that deep voice of his.
“Will,” He would admonish, tracing over the wetness with the soft tip of his index finger. Will would whine and squirm away, the patch growing - oh, no, oh Dr. Lecter -
Will came back to himself as he realized he had started touching himself and was on the brink of orgasm. He had been whispering “Dr. Lecter” out loud, and he felt the heat in his cheeks as he spurted into his hand; his fingers sticky as he took a breath. A few moments after letting himself calm down he felt the urge to pee, and he groaned. He got up to wash his hands and finish his nightly routine; and fell back into bed hoping that no inconvenient dreams about Dr. Lecter would come into his brain.
~
Will was walking down the hallway to his last class of the day and of the week - Dr. Lecter’s class - when the restroom in that corridor caught his eye. He bit his lip, remembering the predicament he had been in after the last class period, and started to move toward the door...but he stopped himself. He filled up his water bottle at the water fountain instead, and trudged into Dr. Lecter’s class five minutes early.
Will nearly tripped down the stairs to his seat when he caught sight of Dr. Lecter at the front of the class, his perfectly silver hair falling into his glasses as he leaned over to sift through a stack of papers on his desk. Beverly teasing him about letting the nickname “daddy” slip came to mind and he nearly whimpered. The addition of the sleeves of his white button up being rolled up to his elbows, vest snug against his chest...Will practically fell down into his seat. It shouldn’t be fair for the school to hire teachers that looked like this. How was he to concentrate?
He took a sip of water, his mouth suddenly dry, and then the game he was playing with himself occurred to him as well. He nearly darted up out of his seat to back out of his little experiment and go to the restroom, but he didn’t. Will had more self-control than that. Maybe.
“Phones away, please,” Dr. Lecter’s customary greeting rang out through the classroom. “I see most of you turned in the discussion, which is wonderful. Those of you who did not - today is your last chance; and even then your score will be cut 50% as a late penalty. I encourage you to get your papers done by 11:59pm tonight: the 50% late penalty for this paper will be much more detrimental to your final grade than the discussion. Now, let us move on to a nicer topic of conversation…”
Will made it through to the halfway mark of class before he noticed the growing twinge in his bladder. He took a second to close his eyes and shift his attention - of course, right when Dr. Lecter called on him to answer a question.
“Will?”
“Oh,” Will blushed. “I-I’m sorry. Can you repeat the question?”
Dr. Lecter did so as he observed the boy. His perfectly plump red lips; soft curls that reached his shoulders, achingly cozy outfit of a patterned sweater and soft-looking jeans. His knee was bouncing up and down beneath the desk. Similar twitching behavior as that of the class period on Wednesday. He was so focused on Will’s appearance that he nearly missed the answer to his question just as Will had missed the question.
“Correct, Will, thank you.” He cleared his throat and turned around, motioning back to the presentation on the screen. He found himself relying on his natural knowledge rather than taking time to add interesting tidbits from his written lecture notes, because that damned student in his front row had tempted him once more, with a mere blush. This could not go on. He had more self-control than this and he knew it.
Dr. Lecter kept an eye on his student throughout the rest of the class; watching his eyes shift to the clock; him move from crossing his legs under the desk to bouncing his knee; and it was near the last minute of class when he thought maybe, just maybe he knew what was going on with the naughty boy in the front row. It was a long shot, but Dr. Lecter decided a little teasing under the guise of schoolwork would not hurt. Maybe teasing the boy a little would sate his desires, as well. He rolled his eyes at himself. If anything, it would make them worse.
“And that’s all I have for today. Here’s your final reminder that papers are due tonight. Have a great weekend, everyone,” Dr. Lecter dismissed class, not missing that Will was the first student to pop up, prepared to push his way through everyone (a difference from Wednesday), when he called his name. “Mr. Graham - Will.”
Will closed his eyes tightly, hoping he had misheard but knowing he hadn’t. He turned around to see Dr. Lecter waiting for him, arms crossed over his chest. Will looked away quickly. Those forearms...everything about this teacher, lately, seemed to be pressing his every button.
“Take your seat again for a second, please,” Dr. Lecter motioned, ignoring the couple of students giving them looks as they exited the classroom. As Will did so, the fantasy of his that had overtaken him a couple nights ago resurfaced, and he nearly whimpered, squeezing his legs together as he sat down. “How’s your paper going, Will?”
Dr. Lecter perched himself on the edge of the desk, legs outstretched, waiting on an answer.
Will frowned, momentarily distracted from the pulsing of his bladder. “It’s going fine. Why do you ask?” He realized that sounded a little bratty from a student to a teacher and he looked down. “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”
Oh so sweet , Dr. Lecter observed, hoping the glint in his eye was not noticeable. Not that Will was keeping eye contact right now, anyway.
“You usually turn in all assignments around 24 hours ahead of time, and make good grades on them as well. I just wanted to check in.” If Will would’ve been in his complete right mind, he would’ve known that Dr. Lecter’s explanation was a flimsy one, and maybe he would’ve let himself press more. But right now the urge to pee was getting too close - too close for comfort.
“I’m a bit more nervous about this one,” Will admitted. “But I have it finished. Waiting for a proofread and one last editing session by yours truly, and it will be turned in. Before 11:59p.m.,” He added as an afterthought, smiling slightly.
“Alright, I appreciate that,” Dr. Lecter smiled back. Will squirmed. Dr. Lecter noticed. “Is everything okay, Will?”
“Yeah - fine, I just. I need to go,” Will’s face was hot. He did need to go.
Dr. Lecter could almost hear the “please” after Will’s breathy confession, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Not now , he thought to himself. It wasn’t time yet.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” He stood up straight with a smirk. “Have a safe weekend, Will.”
“Thanks,” Will was slower getting up from his desk. He bit his lip in concentration - he was almost certain a dribble would happen if he wasn’t careful. “You too, Dr. Lecter.”
He sprinted up the stairs, somehow without tripping, and made it to the restroom, oblivious to the fact that his professor had followed him. And this time, a whimper of satisfaction and relief could not be held back from Will’s lips as he let go of what he had been holding back for more than a few hours. Dr. Lecter heard the soft sound and was immediately glad that no one else was in the restroom this late in the day - he gave his cock a quick squeeze and backed out.
Now that he knew; he would have to do something about this. Do something about this pretty, naughty Will Graham in the front row of his classroom.