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@michaeldrakelbb
"I definitely want to…" The teacher speaks taking another step towards Michael.
"Well then..." He said with an amused look upon his face as Travis moved closer. "..why don't you go lock the door and we will see what we could do." He said leaning back against the desk.
"You’re not like…kidding or anything right?"
"If you don't want to then it's cool, i'll just leave shall I?" He questioned testing the male before him.
"Not even going to let me take you to dinner first?"
"Could always work up an appetite?" He smirks.
"I’m actually from Ireland…." He mumbles biting his lip "W-What did you have in mind…?"
"Yes well you have lived here longer then me, so must of altered your understanding." He said flickering his eyebrows. "It would involve us both being naked." He grins.
Swallowing dryly he laughs nervously as his eyes wash over the other man licking his lips “Um…. I mean going home and eating would be interesting… I could like eat a horse right now if I had one placed in front of me but this is California and there aren’t any horses nearby I don’t think and I mean I’m not like lord Voldemort eating poor defenseless beings or anything. Unless they want to be eaten in which case I might consider it right now.”
"You Americans cannot connect with what I imply." He said shaking his head. "Shame, you would of enjoyed what I had in mind, ah well."
"Hey at least I tried!" Travis laughs leaning back in his chair.
"So, is there anything else you fancy doing right now?" He questioned as his eyes glances over the male's body licking his lips.
"Finish grading these essays for me. That would make me extremely happy."
"I'm afraid that doesn't sound like fun to me." He smirks as he walks around Travis's desk and glances down to him.
"Depends on the day, I guess"
"And I wonder what I could do to make you feel better today." He teased.
"I’m not much of a conversationalist unfortunately…but you can stay if you want, the company would be much appreciated…"
"Oh really?" He questioned as he entered into the office. "The other day, you had quite alot to say. See told you I could make you feel better." He smiles.
"No, no, I can’t. I just.. no. I’ve lived my youth. Now I just want something lasting." Noah didn’t even know what to say anymore. He wanted Michael to believe him that this all had nothing to do with the way he was. Michael was great in many ways, but Noah just couldn’t let himself to take the step. "I’m the screwed up. Always acting, never really being me. And here, this is me. The crying, emotional idiot, who misses love and who have refrain from relationships and sex and everything, because I’m just waiting for someone to wipe off my feet like magic. It’s stupid, but that’s what I want. I want to feel love again and I can’t do anything until I feel it. It’s like a lock I don’t have a key to."
"Well, if that is the way you feel and nothing I can do will change your mind then it would be best for you atleast to leave." He said sighing heavily to himself. "As I want to be with someone now and you clearly have no interest in me, so yeah."
Noah turned to face Michael again, hugging the papers against his chest, trying to fight his tears. “It’s not your personality, it’s nothing in you. You are great and everything.” Noah felt even worse now that he saw how upset and annoyed Michael was because of what he had said. He didn’t mean anything like that, not even close. “I just literally haven’t been with anyone since the divorce. I can’t throw myself into someone’s lap, it just.. It’s not me. Not anymore. I can’t do it. I need feelings, closeness. I slept around when I was younger, but when I understood that’s not what I really want, when I understood all the reasons and what I truly wanted, I just can’t. I’m sorry, Michael.”
Michael flexed his eyebrows not really believing Noah's words that it wasn't due to his personality why he was rejected. "But every man has needs and who said I wish it to just be for tonight I want to sleep with you?" He questioned glancing back to Noah. "Why not give it a try? I'm sure you'd enjoy yourself and see where things lead?"
Noah wiped his face a bit on his shoulders, just to keep the tears away. He was always so emotional about everything and right now he was that once again. “No”, he replied, still standing sideways to Michael’s direction so he couldn’t see Noah face that well. “I don’t categorize people. I’m not staight, gay, bi, anything like that. I’m just me and I like personalities over gender.” Noah never locked options out and to him everything should be tried once, just so you’d know was it worth of trying or not. “But like you said, it’s better if I go. Sorry that I bothered you.”
"Then what is wrong with my personality to which you do not wish to sleep with me?" He questioned slightly feeling more offended now, even more then being rejected previously. "Well, seeing how my personality is so off-putting, surprised you have lasted this long in my presence." He said sounding slightly annoyed.
Noah wasn’t going to say anything, but the way Michael placed his words made his mouth talk before his brain even realised what happened. “I was married once.” Noah voice was really soft, almost like a whisper, and he slowly picked up the papers from the table. “I’ve been divorced for four and a half years. I haven’t been with anyone since, not really even wanting to. So this is my fault and I’m sorry if I let you understand something I didn’t mean to. You are great and I’m sure you’ll find someone to sleep next to you when you need someone to cuddle and love.”
"Oh, so your straight?" He questioned sounding abit surprised as he turns his head and looks across at Noah. "Oh my mistake, I thought...nevermind, Sorry for misunderstanding." He said turning his head back and lifts his glass to his mouth.
"No, you aren’t making fool of yourself. It’s me who is. But I’ll go.. Thanks for the wine." Noah hesitated for a moment, but finally he got up from the couch. He wanted to be able to help, but he didn’t know how he could. He had upset Michael and it was upsetting Noah. His mood went from happy to sad and he just sighed softly as he walked by the table he had put his papers on.
"Hardly, I am the one here who had been rejected, so I am the fool to think you would be interested." Michael spoke sitting back as Noah walked away from the sofa. Michael sighed glancing down at his wine glass before resting his head back.
"And at least a bit of romance beforehand." Tristan told him truthfully, he was a very loving person and was unable to go through with meaningless sex. He plopped the roses into the vase and placed it on the table slowly, delaying his reply as Michael had done the time they napped together. "I have to admit I’m a bit of a power bottom. But you should be able to change my mind." He leaned against the wall and looked at Michael, now seeing him in a slightly different way.
"You think i'm a bottom?" He question in an annoyed tone which was fake because it was the truth but he enjoyed making Tristan feel all paranoid. "And what about me looks like I enjoy getting fucked?" He frowns pro-longing the torture.
"Oh I don’t know Michael, but we can’t skip straight to the dessert before the main or starter." He told the other, hoping he’d get the culinary metaphor. He liked Michael but wasn’t about to hop straight into bed with him, he liked to be wooed. He reached into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a nice vase, "This’ll do fine" He muttered, filling it up with water.
"So, you enjoy abit of foreplay ah?" He said lightly as he buried his hands into his trouser pockets as he watched Tristan and noticed his rear causing him to lick his lips. "What type are you?" He questioned referring to whether he was a top or bottom.
"I would actually prefer the clean shaven wine drinker. But that’s my opinion."
"Yeah but i've been clean shaven most of my life."
