Don't Stand So Close To Me
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“I just don’t want to have to fail you,” Damon continues. “I don’t like to fail any of my students.” He catches Graham’s gaze again, and Graham is afraid that those blue eyes can see directly into his mind which is currently harboring dirty, dirty thoughts.
“Is there anything I can do?” Graham winces at the implication, not having thought about the words before they left his mouth.
The side of Damon’s mouth lifts in barely-perceptible amusement. “I was going to suggest an alternate assignment, yes.”
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- Part 1 of Don't Stand So Close To Me
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“Look, you know I don’t regret it, yeah? You know I don’t. We just can’t-” Damon loses the rest of his sentence, choked off when Graham’s soft lips press a kiss to the side of his palm. A warm hand finds its way to his thigh, thumb rubbing in small circles that make him want to shudder in equal parts horror and ecstasy.
Graham leans in, lets Damon’s hand fall to his shoulder. “No one has to know,” he whispers, close enough that Damon feels his breath on his lips. Graham’s trembling, but he looks determined. The hand on Damon’s thigh squeezes, light enough to be a reflex.
Damon admits defeat.
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- Part 2 of Don't Stand So Close To Me
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Graham stands in front of Damon, holding his arms behind his back. “Do you want to- can we go to your office?” He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, nervous.
Damon’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Now?” Despite the heated gazes, he wasn’t expecting Graham to be so forward. A chill runs down his spine at the prospect of having him again, thinking of everything they haven’t done.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Graham says, quiet but growing bolder. “All the time. Please?” His eyes are dark, honing in on the fly of Damon’s slacks. Graham leans forward, his arms still behind his back, stopping himself from reaching out like Damon knows he wants to. Being good.
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- Part 3 of Don't Stand So Close To Me
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Damon palms at Graham’s waist, his hand warm through the thin fabric of his t-shirt before he slides it under, his calloused fingertips meeting soft skin. His other hand goes to Graham’s zipper, fingers darting between folds of fabric until he can feel him, hot and so, so hard through his boxers.
Letting his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the contact for just a moment, Graham moans, pitching forward to muffle it into Damon’s shoulder. He doesn’t let it last long, leaning back and grabbing Damon’s wrist to stop him when he tries to pull Graham’s cock out of his pants. “Gra- please, just let me-” Damon huffs, frustrated, shifting underneath him, hand grasping at his side. He stretches to kiss at Graham’s neck, nosing at his jaw, his stubble dragging against where Graham is so soft. Graham looks down, and sees another bead of wetness collecting where Damon’s starting to leak between them, weeping for attention.
After a nervous inhale, Graham gets to the point. “I want you to fuck me.”
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- Part 4 of Don't Stand So Close To Me