That didn't go badly, but James was relieved when it was over. Now that they've put the matter to rest, they could go on with their lives.
And that was just what happened. Eli continued to be a model student. He also continued to slip in naps whenever he could and James overlooked it, only making sure he was awake in time before his free period ended to gather himself and get mentally prepared for class. Maybe he was a little biased because the class right after Eli's free period was his.
Everything was fine, perfectly normal for about a week. James could even look at him without feeling uncomfortable. No, he was relieved that Eli was still working hard when he could just as easily at his age drop out. And he was relieved that the boy knew he had someone he could turn to if he needed it.
After that week? Things got weird again. Little flashes of memory of Eli on stage. Too clear images of lines of muscle and the way he moved to music. Then it got harder to look at him again. Not without a lump forming his through. Jesus, he was turning into a such a cliche: older teacher lusting after one of his students. His eyes always sought him out, in the halls, when the students were reading in class or doing their work. Hell, even when he was at his little hole-in-the-wall bar he found his eyes drifting to the club across the street.
It all became too much to bear the night James was home in bed, dick in his hand, thinking about... Eli. With his face done up with makeup and hair styled like it had been that night, his athletic body barely covered, putting all that lean muscle on display. The next day, he actually sought the boy out before class, so he wouldn't risk being late to his dance lessons. James found him in the library at the start of his free period, well before he had a chance to fall asleep.
"I'm requesting to have you transferred to another English class."
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And that was just what happened. Eli continued to be a model student. He also continued to slip in naps whenever he could and James overlooked it, only making sure he was awake in time before his free period ended to gather himself and get mentally prepared for class. Maybe he was a little biased because the class right after Eli's free period was his.
Everything was fine, perfectly normal for about a week. James could even look at him without feeling uncomfortable. No, he was relieved that Eli was still working hard when he could just as easily at his age drop out. And he was relieved that the boy knew he had someone he could turn to if he needed it.
After that week? Things got weird again. Little flashes of memory of Eli on stage. Too clear images of lines of muscle and the way he moved to music. Then it got harder to look at him again. Not without a lump forming his through. Jesus, he was turning into a such a cliche: older teacher lusting after one of his students. His eyes always sought him out, in the halls, when the students were reading in class or doing their work. Hell, even when he was at his little hole-in-the-wall bar he found his eyes drifting to the club across the street.
It all became too much to bear the night James was home in bed, dick in his hand, thinking about... Eli. With his face done up with makeup and hair styled like it had been that night, his athletic body barely covered, putting all that lean muscle on display. The next day, he actually sought the boy out before class, so he wouldn't risk being late to his dance lessons. James found him in the library at the start of his free period, well before he had a chance to fall asleep.
"I'm requesting to have you transferred to another English class."