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Mr McCartney, he was George's favorite teacher, he was kind always helped him catch up on work and he was so hot. That beard, all he could think about during class. He also had him first thing in the morning prompting him to get there about a half hour early, Mr McCartney letting him in the building on his own.
One if these days when his english teacher lead him to his class George had this urge to grab onto one of his teacher's hands. His hands, they where so calloused from playing guitar. It was about a 15 minute walk from the front office to his classroom so he had lots of time to think.
George decided just to act on impulse holding onto his teachers hand. He felt Mr McCartney slightly flinch out of surprise but then glance over at the 17 year old. George was smiling his eyes wide and face red.
The halls where deathly silent like always this early in the morning, but the silence flet different now. George more scared about the next thing his teacher would say. But he said nothing the whole 15 minute walk only letting go of his hand when he had to unlock the classroom door.
Paul opened the door for George, George muttering a small thank you then going to sit in in his spot in the front of the class. Paul gave him a small nod then going to sit at his desk at the front of the class.
George stared at Paul as he saw him pull out some papers that looked like yesterday's homework. George tried to get himself engrossed in some history project he had to do but kept getting distracted looking over at Paul. "Sir?" George questioned getting the attention of Mr McCartney him glancing up at him. "yes George?"
"Are you married?" George said, Paul held back a laugh "that's kinda personal Harrison" Paul smirked putting a pen in his mouth slightly chewing on it. George's face heated up "oh shoot...sorry sir" he slightly mumbled out immediately looking back down at his project.
Paul just smiled at how flustered he got "no but I'm single, and it's really like asking if you have a girlfriend, you know kinda personal" Paul stared down at his papers continuing to grade the work sheets. George took a deep breath "you know, I don't really like the girls" George said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice. Paul smiled humming contently "I don't really like them either"
George just laughed nervously not exactly knowing if he ment that in a joking way. He tried to stop thinking looking back down at his barely started project. Paul glanced up at his student "come here Harrison" he slightly motioned him over to his desk. George got up making the short walk over to the front of the class room sitting across from Mr McCartney.
George watched as Mr McCartney graded the homework, he wondered what he got on that worksheet anyway. "You like boys, hum?" Paul looked up at George, George slightly nodded squirming in his seat. He felt something in the pit of his stomach.
"Is that a problem?" George said his voice shakey. Paul just laughed holding onto George's hand, "nothing's wrong with that" Paul put his thumb over George's knuckles then holding up his hand kissing it. "Mr McCartney" George slightly moaned out, tried not to look him in the eyes.
Paul just smirked "you have something to say sweetie?" George took a sharp inhale, Paul calling him sweetie went straight to his dick making a bulge in his pants. "Sir, I, I, want you" George half mumbled out in a barely audible tone.
Paul stayed looking into the young lad's eyes "darling I know you're shy, but could you speak up?" All these pet names where getting to George. He was squirming in his seat, he felt so dirty, being like this in front of his teacher. "Mr McCartney, please" George softly begged.
"Hun you got to be more specific about what you want" Paul teased the poor boy him starting to squirm more and more it almost turning into a grinding.
George was too shy to even act out on what he was thinking his anxiety getting in the way of his horniness. "Sir I don't want to say it" George almost wanted to pull away from him, he couldn't even say what he wanted without being embarrassed.
Paul took pity on the boy, he saw tears in his eyes, those tears. He saw them when he ran into his class at lunch with a bloody nose telling him that he got beat up. Those tears, they wouldn't be going away anytime soon. "Oh baby don't go crying now" Paul put a hand up to George's face wiping away the tears that slowly started to fall down his face.
George flet so embarrassed from the fact he couldn't keep it together in front of his teacher. "Come here George" Paul opened his arms, George pathetically walked over to him, he started to full on cry. George sat himself in his lap his boner was starting to go away the horniness of the whole situation going away completely.
Paul gave him a small kiss on the cheek knowing full well that George was not going to make the first move. George basically melted into that first kiss tears still streaming down his face. He turned himself around to straddle himself around Paul's waist. Mr McCartney put his hand around George's chin then giving him a soft kiss on the lips. George leaned more into the kiss making Paul laugh against his lips.
George put his head on Paul's shoulder wrapping his arms around his neck still sniffling a bit. "I'm sorry George" Paul rubbed his back feeling George start to completely go limp on him. "It's fine sir, I just got overwhelmed" George slured out his eyes where already closing.
Paul softly smiled he could tell that George was falling asleep on him, he glanced over at the clock ten minutes until the bell rung. "Try not to fall asleep George, remember we're still in school" George just weakly nodded it was already too late for him not to fall asleep, McCartney was so warm and could so easily fall asleep in his lap.
Paul just sighed, it flet nice to be this close to someone especially his favorite student.