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@fletchmeeksswitch
professorhayward:
Yes, I do teach both, and the answer to that second question is simple; I wanted to, so I took both. Hello, Fletcher.
That makes sense. I guess I was just curious if there was some sort of connection for you between the two (outside of the obvious). But, that does make sense. Hello! Can I ask how long you’ve been teaching here, Professor?
professorhayward:
Hello, everyone. A recent conversation reminded me that I haven’t introduced myself to some of the new students here. If you’re taking either of my classes you already know, but I’m Avi Hayward, the Psychology of D/s and Bondage teacher.
@bridgeportstarters
Hey, Professor. I’m Fletcher Meeks and I’m in one of your sections of Psychology of D/s. I didn’t know you taught Bondage too. How did you wind up teaching both?
switchaveryabrams:
Avery rocked his fist up and down to sign yes as he nodded his head, then signed “Thank you” and “good boy” before leaning to to kiss Fletcher again to reward him and praise him. Every time Fletcher touched him, his skin warmed, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding down on the other man. His lips parted and he let out an audible breath, then grabbed for Fletcher’s shirt to pull it off as well. With the new expanse of skin exposed, he ducked down to kiss, lick, and bite his way down, randomly marking the other man further on the way. His hands gripped Fletcher’s hips and he kissed his way along the top of his boxers, then reached down to take his own pants and underwear off. Standing because he had to in order to get back into Fletcher’s lap, he was fully naked when he sat back down and signed, “You can touch me anywhere.”
The praise washed over Fletcher, leaving in its wake feelings unlike anything he’d had before. He wasn’t a virgin, necessarily, but only when it came to women. He hadn’t ever been able to be himself in his previous life, and to this point Avery was the first man he’d ever kissed. Despite his feelings of shyness at his own inexperience, it felt good to be able to take the submissive role- in the past, he’d always found himself in the Dominant role, forced into perfecting the tiro of being a straight, Dom-leaning, jock. Kissing Avery was everything Fletcher ever could have dreamed of, and he found himself clinging to him while their bodies moved, and as his shirt was tossed aside. He nearly cried out when Avery ground into him and hearing his breaths and all the little noises he was blissfully unaware of making, Fletcher did let out a long, low moan. As Avery moved down his body, Fletcher’s hips rolled, bucking intermittently as his touch. Seeing Avery naked was art and the open invitation to his body left Fletcher’s fingertips digging into the skin on Avery’s back. Slowly and almost cautiously Fletcher brought one hand down, trailing his fingertips over Avery’s jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, hip, and thigh. He kept his touch light while he explored, wanting to make sure he could at lease make Avery feel good while he took his time. After a few more movements across the insides of both Avery’s thighs, Fletcher brought his hand to wrap gently around Avery’s cock. Bringing his eyes up he looked at him in the eyes to make sure he wasn’t having second thoughts. He held that gaze as he began to slowly move his fist up, then down again, keeping the motion going as he added a bit more pressure to his grip.
switchaveryabrams:
With the acceptance of one of two offers, Avery reached down to take his own shirt off and tossed it aside. He wanted Fletcher to know that he meant it when he had insinuated that he had free reign to touch as he pleased, so he undid his own pants too. Fletcher’s hand found his thigh and without breaking their kiss, he moved to sit in the other man’s lap, straddling his hips. The kiss was broken but not ended, Avery’s lips traveling along the other man’s jawline and down his neck. He left big, red marks in his wake, wanting to mark Fletcher so that his presence was felt after this moment. Leaning back, he looked the other man in the eye to simcom, “Do you want me to lead?” They were fine to continue without a dynamic, touching and getting to know each other, but Avery knew that Fletcher was often too shy to do things without direct permission or orders.
Fletcher watched in near-awe as Avery removed his shirt, then moved to unfasten his pants. Biting hard into his lower lip, Fletcher raised a hand to run his fingertips gently over the skin on Avery’s chest, his hand shaking slightly as he went. Before he could process it, Avery was in his lap, and places he hadn’t ever known he wanted to be touched were given attention, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He was happy Avery couldn’t hear him whine at the loss of contact, but he willed himself to focus on what was said. Chewing his lip, he blushed, head dropping for a moment as he nodded. Raising a hand, he signed, “please, if that’s okay.”
switchaveryabrams:
Everything else washed away when Fletcher leaned in and kissed him. Avery blinked and then closed his eyes, leaning in too as he returned the kiss. When Fletcher pulled back and started to speak, Avery waited just in case something was coming. When nothing did, he tapped the other man on the chest. “You.” It was a simple tease, then he grabbed Fletcher by the shirt, holding on as he leaned in to kiss him again. This one was sweet, but he let the urgency he felt seep in too, letting it last a bit longer than the first. Not wanting to let go, he said out loud, “Do you want to talk about it… or….” He leaned back enough to see Fletcher sign, but before he could consider an answer he took the other man’s hand in his own and brought it to his own chest and insinuated with a gesture that the other man could touch as he pleased. Talk or touch?
It took a few seconds for Fletcher to take in that Avery hadn’t gotten up and run off, or asked him to leave. At some point, over the brief period between their kiss ending and the next beginning, it occurred to him that Avery had actually kissed him back. That thought was solidified by the other man’s initiation of their second kiss. This one was longer, and different than the first; it was the first time Fletcher let himself lean a little closer, and brought a hand up to rest on Avery’s knee. When the question was asked he considered the options, seeing positives for both, and knowing that ultimately both sounded like a great option. Letting his hand move over Avery’s chest, his fingers teased at the fabric of the shirt while he made his way down to toy with the hem. Shrugging, he smiled almost shyly before leaning in again, this time not breaking the kiss as he let his free hand explore a to the center of Avery’s thigh.
switchaveryabrams:
“I’m comfortable,” Avery replied, leading them to the couch. Before sitting down, he visibly made room in his little blanket huddle for Fletcher to sit right beside him, them guided the other man into the spot. They were close enough that their entire side of their bodies touched, and Avery squeezed the other man’s leg gently before raising his hands to simcom. “If you’re a blanket hog, I’ll have to snuggle closer for body heat, so I don’t mind,” he teased, leaning in to bump their shoulders. “How are you feeling?”
The admission of comfort relaxed something in Fletcher he hadn’t been aware was tense, and he smiled without hesitation. Following Avery to the couch he looked around the room and noted any detail he could about the other man- his interests, hobbies, and style. When it was made clear Avery intended for him to sit almost directly next to him, Fletcher did so without question. It occurred to him how close they were sitting, and a blush came to his cheeks and neck the moment Avery touched his leg. The mention of snuggling only exacerbated the situation, and he found himself biting into his own lower lip. “I feel...” Pausing Fletcher considered his options. “I’ve been thinking, and...” He tried again, but once again stopped short. Thinking about his inability to sleep and all the things he’d been thinking and feeling, he took a deep breath. Quickly, he leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and Avery and bringing their lips together in the sweetest of kisses. After a few seconds Fletcher pulled back, the apology poised on his tongue and fingertips. “I-”
switchaveryabrams:
After Fletcher finished speaking, Avery stepped closer to reach out and take the other man’s hands. He squeezed them both gently, then let go to simcom. “One day, that won’t be a habit. With me, at least. You can stay here whenever you want, and it doesn’t have to be the couch.” An eyebrow bounced upwards and he shrugged, biting down on his own lower lip for a second. “We can share the bed. If you’re comfortable.”
When his hands were taken Fletcher couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of what felt like relief. Squeezing Avery’s hands back, it took all the willpower he had not to draw the man in closer, to wrap his arms around him, and bury his head into his chest. Swallowing Fletcher forced himself to return completely to the conversation at hand. “You’re sweet.” Fletcher signed, regretting the need to release one of Avery’s hands but not wanting to put the burden of lipreading on him. When the last bit was added Fletcher felt his breath catch in his throat while he willed himself to remain upright. “Really? I would like that. I mean, if you’re okay with it. If you’re sure. That would be really nice. Are you comfortable with that?” He asked, needing to make sure. “I just hope I’m not a blanket hog.”
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Avery watched Fletcher sign, shaking his head and waving the concern away when it came. “I told you I was happy to see you. Why are you apologizing?” He was used to people not listening to him or understanding him but he knew that wasn’t the case with Fletcher. “Do you want to spend the night here? I’d like that. There’s room on the couch.”
When Avery shook his head Fletcher nodded, understanding that he had not interrupted something the other considered of massive importance. “I’m happy to see you too.” He signed. “I think I apologized out of habit, but I get that you aren’t upset.” Fletcher reassured. Taking a minute to consider the offer he nodded, unable to find the words that would allow him to say that on some level, maybe that had been what he had come for in the first place. “That would be great, thank you. I’m fine with the couch, I’ve slept on plenty in my time. And, I wouldn’t want to take your bed. That works.”
FLETCHER 💬 RODERICK
Fletcher: Hey, bro. Are you doing okay? You're always quiet, but I'm getting concerned.
FLETCHER 💬 JUDE
Fletcher: Hey, stranger.
switchaveryabrams:
“Yes,” Avery signed back, he was awake. The door was closed and locked behind them, his eyes on Fletcher as he signed. He appreciated the other man’s persistence when it came to learning sign, it made him happy to be able to communicate. Not everyone put this much effort in, but Fletcher did. “It’s late, but not a weird time. Not for you. I’m always happy to see you. I was just watching tv. What about you?”
Overlooking the feelings moving inside him, Fletcher kept his eyes on Avery and concentrated on the conversation happening between them. Nodding his understanding Fletch bounced his eyes to the still-playing TV screen, and the obvious place Avery had been settled on the couch. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m sorry.” He signed while bringing his attention back to the conversation. “I wasn’t doing anything. I was trying to sleep but I couldn’t. I’ve been having a little trouble lately.” Fletcher admitted, hanging his head just a little bit.
alfieclarington:
Hey Fletch, what’s up? Hope you’re doing good. Yeah, basically seems the same with just a few new faces, feels good to be back though, for sure.
Originally posted by mrsniallhoran505
Not much is up, just happy it’s almost Friday again. I’m doing alright, thanks Alfie. That seems like a good thing, I hope it is. It looks like you’re getting on really well. Good! Have you thought about what classes you’re taking this year?
What are your thoughts and feelings on claims?
I like the claims system, personally. I think it's helpful for us all, just from a biological standpoint. And, I guess I've always been, like, a hopeless romantic type. So, the whole thing is kind of built to appease people like me. And so, with all of that in mind, I'm excited for what a claim might hold for me. I honestly don't have some preconceived notion of what I want things to look like. All I'm really looking for is happiness. And I want the same for my claim.
switchaveryabrams:
Inside Avery’s, he was snuggled up on the couch with a blanket, watching the Golden Girls. When the lights flickered, he looked towards the door with an arched eyebrow. Who could it be? People didn’t often reach out to him here. Curious, he got up off of the couch and slipped his feet into his house slippers and made his way to the door. When he opened it, he saw Fletcher and smiled. Reaching out, he grabbed the other man to pull him in for a hug. When he stepped back, he spoke as he signed. “I’m happy to see you, Fletch. Come in, come in.”
When the door opened Fletcher couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his lips. “You’re awake.” He signed just before being pulled into a hug. Wrapping his arms around Avery, Fletcher could feel himself relax almost instantly. When they came apart he stepped into Avery’s room. “Thank you for answering the door. I know it’s a weird time. Is everything okay? Were you on your way to bed?” Fletcher signed, slowly, but not needing to stop to spell out most of the words.
Sex or love?
Love
Have you ever been in love?
I...Think so, maybe.
Tossing and turning had always been somewhat of a way of life for Fletcher but it was worse now than ever. He was still happier at Bridgeport than he had ever really been at his other school, but the thoughts and feelings that always seemed to swirl had been worse than they had been in a long time for the past few nights. He had accumulated only a few hours sleep since the weekend, and this night wasn’t looking any better than the last. A thought crossed his mind and before he could question himself he got out of bed and left his room, clad only in his pajamas he made his way down the hall to Avery’s door. Pressing the button on the door, he waited for the other man to answer, hoping he wasn’t already asleep and would see the lights in his room blinking.
@switchaveryabrams