In Your Head

Bryce Kirby, 35 years, Bisexual, CIs male head of the psychology department Lectures on human sexuality and social psychology

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Bryce claimed to be an inquisitive creature, which was really just a polite way of admitting that he was nosy as fuck. He had a nose for mischief, and implicit need to either involve himself or enjoy watching another misbehave. When he heard scuffling in what should have been an empty classroom, his hand found the door, barely making a sound as he poked his head in. “I’m fairly certain the makers of these desks what be shocked and appalled if they knew how they were being misused,” he murmured darkly, eyes on the individual he’d caught. 

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James barley glanced up from his paperwork as he sensed someone nearby, “Was there something I can help you with, or are you just here for the view?” 

An eyebrow quirked and Bryce let out a chuckle. “That was smooth, if it was a girl standing here she’d probably drop her panties right here on the floor.” Arms crossed his chest and he leaned in the doorway. “I definitely didn’t come here for a look at your chiseled cheekbones, James. I came to complain that my own paperwork is making me go cross eyed and to bully you into taking a break to come get a beer with me.”

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“It’s a great photo, isn’t it?” Antonella was very proud of her photo for the class of nude photography so she could not avoid approaching the first person she saw to show the image.

Bryce let out a hum, eyeing the photo she’d been so proud to show. “It’s quite impressive. I love how you played with shadows along the side here...very striking.”

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Georgie hid away trying to sneak out to catch a break, lighting up his second cigarette in the span of 10 minutes. Chuckling as he heard footsteps, the man tilted his head back to blow smoke upwards into the air - “You got somewhere to be huh?” 

“I’ve got plenty of places I could be,” Bryce shot back, amusement in his tone, his own unlit cigarette between his fingers. He played with it, rolling it between his fingers and letting out a sigh. “Doctor made me swear I’d quit,” he mumbled. “Enjoy your youth while you’ve got it. Older you get the more they expect you to give up your vices one by one.”

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Nadia appreciated the praise coming from Professor Kirby, it made her feel good inside. “I definitely give it my all, that for sure.” She sighed and shook her head hearing all the things they have to do, “Well it looks like we all get stuck with choosing work over a social life at times.” She smiled, “You would do that for me? Aww professor, that is very kind of you. I might have to take you up on that offer, especially if I party to hard.”

“If I can find time to balance my work with copious amounts of trouble at my age...you should definitely have no problems. I believe in you.” What he liked about Nadia was the way that every word dripped off her tongue with intention and confidence. He had her pegged as a girl that was going to do great things in the world. A wicked grin shifted across his features and he let his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Consider me at your service whenever you find yourself in need. Any kind of need, really.”

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winnie nodded. “good… good, that means i still have another like, fifty to sixty-ish years left.”

“You do, and the world is damn lucky to have you in it for many years more.” Bryce let his touch linger for just a moment, and then brought his hand back to his side. She was curious, not as immediately receptive to flirtation as other girls were. Perhaps he wasn’t her type, but then again sometimes Bryce flirted because it felt good, not necessarily because he needed someone to nip at the bait on his line. “Now that we’ve assessed your in no mortal peril I’ll leave you to enjoy the solace you were clearly seeking.”

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The heat in his face was just getting worse as the other got close to him. Part of him wanted to step back, but at the same time, there was something thrilling about the way he was behaving. The way he moved when he stepped towards him, and the way he could feel the other look at him. It was almost like a predator.

“Yes, I had some work that I needed to finish,” he said and sent him a short look.

Once again his heart skipped a beat. “Yes, now that you mentioned it, I haven’t had food in quite a while, so that would be a good idea,” he said and offered him a smile.

Bryce liked making people nervous, making them confused by the reactions in their own bodies. This boy made his cells roar with hunger, made his mind whisper that it was playtime. His papers were graded for the week and he had nothing to do but make this boy squirm. “And did you...finish?” he asked, lips curling with a double entendre. “Because if you didn’t I could certainly lend a hand.”

The boy’s answer was curt, simple...almost robotic, but the smile won Bryce over. Instead of offering a smile in return he held out his hand. “Bryce Kirby, it’s a pleasure. And who might you be dedicated late night worker?”

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Nadia laughed, “I tend to believe that more, but it’s fine, I will still write these papers, and party a bit. I won’t let it get me down.” She smiled at Professor Kirby, he was so hot, but she had no classes with him, and that was a bummer. “I wish you guys would make a schedule about when you are going to assign papers. I mean I can handle the other assignments, but papers are so time consuming.”

“There’s that rallying spirit,” Bryce mused with a grin. Lord he wished Nadia was in his classes. He’d love to slip a pair of vibrating panties on her and make her shudder throughout an hour long lecture. “I’m afraid that will never happen. We’ve got enough things to grade and structure and submit as it is. But if you ever need an extension I could put in a good work with your teachers.”

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Mariah: your gonna be my white knight.

Mariah: a shelf and bookcase.

Mariah: I thought I had put up the shelf but it fell down.

Bryce: If it means winning the favor of the pretty damsel in distress then I'm happy to be your white knight.

Bryce: That is quite a dilemma. I think I can get you sorted.

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Mariah: Are you handy?

Bryce: I've been known to wield a hammer and nails with moderate expertise. What do you need?

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“Can anyone explain why professors want to assign papers so close to the weekend?” Nadia was so frustrated, she wanted to party this weekend, but she would most likely be stuck at home writing two papers.

“We’re vindictive creatures hell bent on ruining your weekends,” Bryce mused, playful grin on his face. “Couldn’t at all be that we figure trying to write two papers would be harder on a monday or tuesday when you’ve already spent half the day in class. Though I will admit that all teachers do tend to get a bit selfish and forget that we’re not the only ones assigning homework.”

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He lit up the screen on his phone. “Everything appears to be fine,” he replied and sent the other a short smile, feeling more than a little awkward. Good job, you just walked into a man who was apparently a brick wall compared to you.

“I did not think anyone else would be here,” he said and sent the other a short look again. It was as though he couldn’t look at him for too long, since the little he had seen of that man had caused his heart to decide to skip a beat. This really was not the time nor place for this, so he should get going, but his feet refused to do as they were told. “Um… can I ask what you are doing here so late?” Dumb question, but there he goes.

Bryce noted the boy’s nervousness, and it intrigued him. The softest, most nervous people, he had learned, often had the most deeply rooted and carnal desires. They could be the most fun. He let his arms cross against his chest, muscles unusually bare as he’d left the house in a pair of sweats and a muscle shirt. “I live nearby and when I can’t sleep at night I wander around campus for a bit. And you? Pulling an all nighter.” He stepped closer, wanting to make out more of the male’s face in the shadows. “There’s a 24/7 diner that caters to the weary midnight college student, and the insomniac professor. Care to come grab a bite with me?”

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“that’s fan-fucking-tastic, i already smoke, now i’ve been exposed to carcinogens — one step closer to cancer, thanks obama,” she sighed. “how safe do you think i am? are my pupils contracted? am i sweating? i’m a little dizzy, but i’ve been here for a while, i always get dizzy when i light up. my sister’s gonna kill me if she has to deliver a eulogy to her own face.”

“Hmm, let me assess you closer, not that I claim to be a doctor but I did garner a tiny bit of medical knowledge in my day.”  His hand moved to rest palm down against her chin. “No, definitely not sweating.” That same hand moved to tilt her chin so that he could better look down into her eyes. “Pupils are adorably normal. I don’t think any eulogies will be delivered at your funeral anytime soon.”

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He was pretty sure the whole school building was about to close now, and he had for sure been the last person to leave the library, except for the librarian working there. The hallways were dim and empty, and the only sounds he could hear was his own footsteps. It wouldn’t surprise him if he was one of the very last people to leave campus for the night.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened snapchat to check what people had been sending through the day, as he hasn’t touched his phone the whole day, so there were a few things to catch up with. Lost in the device in his hand, he allowed his feet to simply move him towards the exist, going without having to think or focus on where he was going. That was until he rounded a corner and walked straight into someone. He hadn’t heard their footsteps, and has been so focused on his phone, which he managed to drop during the impact, that he hadn’t paid attention to his surroundings.

“I am so sorry,” he quickly said and picked up his phone as fast as he could and placed it back into his pocket. Lesson learned, Yoshiro.

Bryce was a bit of an insomniac. Not necessarily every night...just the ones where he felt a dark wanderulust in his soul, had finished off the last bottle of wine in his home or.... okay, it was pretty much every night. His phone had been left at home, only his keys and his hands in his pockets as he wandered the campus searching for something of interest. 

A soft sound escaped his lungs when he turned a corner and collided with another body. A low curse, not angry, more an exclamation of shock, exuded from Bryce, his eyes struggling to  make out the figure in the darkness. The voice, the body language, made him guess male but Bryce was always open to being wrong. “Seems that caused you more struggle than me,” he noted. “Did your phone survive the drop? I end up with cracked screens all the damn time.”

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“they have to. imagine the lawsuits on the deaths of students and faculty due to using chemicals too strong to stand,” she said, sighing and nodding her head. “i just took a shower last night. my hair’s not even all the way dry yet,” she said, running her hand through her ridiculously long curly hair. “this shit doesn’t dry for at least forty-eight hours, but i guess not having to wash my hair every time i take a shower is kind of conserving water.”

Bryce tried not to let his mouth curl in amusement at the tumble of words that rolled off her tongue. “What a blessing for the environment,” he answered. “I’d say that if you were concerned about getting pesticides off your skin maybe an extra shower would have been worth it but that is, of course, your call to make.” He was still gripping her hand, and he brought her knuckles to his lips, ghosting a formal kiss upon them. “On second thought I think you’re safe, probably free to find a patch of untainted grass and resume your contemplation and your joint.”

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winnie took another drag while he talked, holding the joint out to him. although, as he continued talking and heard the part about pesticide, she exhaled and let her eyes roll to the back of her head. “that’s fan-fucking-tastic, now my skin’s gonna absorb that shit. swear to god if i get sick… they need to put signs up about that shit,” she said, taking his hand and pulling herself up, but keeping hold of him do she didn’t fall over.

“I’d be willing to bet that they water their shit down,” Bryce mused, helping the girl to her feet. His right hand remained at the small of her back, and he could pretend it was under the pretense of keeping her steady but ... well he wasn’t all innocence and good intentions. “But just to be safe you should probably have a thorough shower as soon as possible.”