#professor rumancek

[byrcnic]

@evanave asked: ❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞ / college verse

When he saw the name appear on his phone, his pulse already quickened. He opened the message and read it in a hurry as if expecting some emergency call.

But though matter of life or death, those words, that confession, if felt even more urgent.

No one was around him as he was making his way across the campus, so he quickly called the number and started speaking the moment Evan picked up, not giving him the chance to say anything first.

“You can’t text me stuff like that. You can’t do it.” His voice agitated, harsh, rushed.

A pause in which he waited, heard breathing on the other end of the line. Fresh Memories of labored breathing. Evan breathing, Evan gasping, Evan moaning…

Memories of something that he had said would never happen.

He stopped. Eyes not focused on anything as his mind played back those images.

His next words were uttered softer, his voice almost shaking, making them sound like a plea. “Where are you?”

[byrcnic]

Ryker is staring respectfully (mostly not) at this

It was just a temporary solution, and though it was a bit of an inconvenience, he didn’t really mind: The construction at his housing on campus would end by next week, till then, he had no water in his house. So he walked every morning over to the nearby stadium to take a shower in the men’s locker room after taking a run. Since it was very early, there was no one else there – or so he thought.

The professor took off his clothes and stepped under the shower. Hot water running over his muscular body. He took some of the shampoo to wash his hair, when he noticed a movement. The shower cabin didn’t have a door or curtain, nothing to block the view.

He turned and through the water raining down on him, he saw someone standing at the entrance to the shower room.

[byrcnic]

needy @evanave asked: to catch my muse (evan) masturbating for any verse -> college verse, field trip

In hindsight, he probably should’ve knocked before entering the room. But it was late and he supposed Evan was already asleep and he didn’t want to wake him when he returned from his late-night stroll.

It hadn’t been so much of a stroll, actually. Peter had stormed out of the tiny room they shared to avoid the tension that had let to an argument. No, not an argument. If it had been an argument that would have been fine. It had been physical though – or almost. Peter had been in desperate need to clear his head. So he had stormed out of the room and ran into the night. Leaving the boy all flustered with red cheeks and pink glistening lips and wide eyes and messy hair.

The night air had done good to cool him down, so he told himself, when he headed back to their hostel. Walking up the creaky steps to their shared bedroom, the heat had taken over again. He had taken off his shirt, damp with sweat from the run. And only when he opened the door, letting the dim light from the stairs in, he realized his pulse was racing. Standing in the open door, his chest heaving as his eyes caught sight of the blond boy where he had left him on the bed. No, not exactly where he had left him. He had moved to the side that Peter had occupied before, the sheets seemed more ruffled than before – or did they mess them up like that before he had stormed out – escaped?

And Evan was not asleep. The sounds he made – the moaning, the panting – were louder than any whimpering Peter had heard from him when sleeping next to him the previous night.

And those movements were too deliberate.

Evan’s body half exposed, he could unmistakably see what the boy was doing: touching himself, pleasuring himself.

And he should turn and leave, but it was impossible to break away from this beautifully forbidden sight.

[byrcnic]

@evanave asked: Evan is here for a New year's kiss at midnight ( for professor rumancek or any verse - boy wants that kiss xD )

I should apologize in advance for this. But waking the art history professor like this, well, there had to be some repercussions... For context: The scene is meant to take place at a new year's party on campus. Evan is celebrating with his friends. The professor, who has avoided his student for quite some time, is present, not celebrating, but observing. At first.

A landscape art piece

The crowd was a sea of faces. Purple, green, red, yellow, blue lights dancing on their features. A rainbow of different and yet the same euphoric expression: carefree blissful oblivion. Like a thunderstorm captured in oils on the canvas: with each flashing of the lights, the moment frozen. Arms raised, bodies intertwined. The electric pulse of the music was the thunder at the heart of the storm.

A still life

A moment of visible silence. Just the fraction of that second before the numbers on the large screen turned from 11:59:59 to 00:00:00. Like the moment before breathing in. A deceptive peacefulness where all things seemed to know the parts they played in the whole picture.

An abstract painting

A cacophony of faces, body parts, smiles, hugs, kisses, cheers, shapes matching and mismatching erupted. People moved so close, they formed a new body. A loud joyful thing alive with explosive energy. The music started, drowned by the joy of the crowd. All celebrating as one and all falling into fractions of a unanimous dissonance.

A portrait

One single face stood out. It was part of the crowd. Smiling and cheering, drinking and laughing with them all. Closely entangled with others, and yet apart from the sea. The flashing light illuminated the features, the jawline outlined by a soft brush. Lips drawn with finest precision, the curving, looming of a smile. Eyes the color of the sky over the quiet sea drowning all and every detail surrounding as they turned into the direction of the observer.

An unfinished sketch

A line, straight and steady, quickly drawn, the observer dove through the crowd. Determined, both hands gripped the face. Framed it. Pulling closer as if to view and take in all the details. But his eyes closed as lips lined up with lips. And melted into one another. The stormy sea of faces and bodies around them disappeared. Sounds and colors were washed away. Just one heartbeat and another dancing around each other, sketching the outlines of one being that was two entwined.

[byrcnic]

@evanave asked: ❛ is it really that easy for you to walk away? ❜ / college verse

He stopped as he heard those words. His back turned to his student, but he knew exactly what the blond’s face looked like when he spoke those words. Words that hit him when Peter felt the hurt in the voice of the one who uttered them. His broad shoulders tensed up, muscles at his back moved. He closed his eyes, just for a split second, and in a flash that beautiful face appeared. The professor shook his head. “It’s for the best.”