Consoling a tearful housemate turns into a threesome.
"I want to wear your cum to bed." Most of it had dried. "You marked me with it."
When we got in bed he kissed me. "I have your load up my ass, don't forget. You've marked me too."
I looked into his eyes. "I want yours up mine. No more rubbers."
His teeth flashed in the grin that had captivated me from the first time I saw him. "Okay, but I'm going to have to recharge my batteries first." He winked. "You do look good wearing my juice." The next morning I woke earlier than usual, around seven-thirty. Drew lay asleep, his breathing still deep and even. When I got out of bed I winced--my body hadn't quite recovered from being trussed up the night before.
Under the hot shower I began to feel better. I washed the evidence of last night's play off my skin. My cock rose as I relived the memories.
When I came out and began getting dressed Drew stirred in the bed.
"Why're you up so early?" he murmured, his eyes still shut.
"I've got to run an errand at the main administration building before I teach."
Drew opened his eyes with an effort, yawned and smiled. "The life of a department chair. Don't go."
"Have to," I said, my jaw set as I knotted my tie. It probably wasn't going to be an altogether pleasant trip. With an effort I shook off my grim mood and walked over to the bed. I leaned down and kissed him. "See you later. Stay in bed as long as you like."
"Nah, I should go home and change. Keep up the pretense that we live in separate establishments." Drew threw back the covers and sat up. I hugged him and managed to turn away.
"Make yourself some coffee. I'll see you for lunch," I said, as I walked out.
The rain of yesterday had passed, and the day promised to be sunny. My strides were quick and purposeful as I headed toward the Provost's office.
Jon's secretary hadn't come in yet when I got there. I'd planned it this way. I knew he often came early to get work done and this was a good time to catch him. Sure enough, his office door was open. I knocked.
"Come in," he called. He looked a bit surprised to see me. Maybe also apprehensive? If so, he was reading me right.
"Glenn, hello. You're up early."
"I need to talk to you," I said. I felt my heart beat faster and willed myself not to lose control.
"What can I do for you?"
"That was a rotten and unfair thing you did to Drew."
He blinked, then sighed. He knew what I was talking about. "I know you're angry, Glenn."
"Damn right I am. Disappointed too. You've turned into a true administrator." That provoked a flicker of annoyance. "I'm not sure that's fair."
I wasn't going to give him anything. "You didn't have to tell Marcia about Drew's sexual harassment accusation. Especially since nothing, absolutely nothing's been proved."
"As Drew's de facto chair she should know what's going on."
"Maybe. She probably would have found out anyway, especially after what happened to us a couple of days ago. But telling her she could put it in his evaluation is unbelievable, Jon. I really thought you were better than that."
No response. Jon's gaze was directed away from me, at a point on the wall of his office. With an effort I hung on to my temper. Losing it wouldn't help Drew. Besides, a part of me still thought of the Provost as a friend. "The least you can do now is to ask her to postpone filing his eval until the hearing is held and a finding is made. Otherwise he'll have this accusation on his record forever."
More silence. When Jon finally looked at me his eyes gave nothing away. "I'll think about it, Glenn."
Anger rose again. "I hope you do. You of all people should know what unfounded rumor can do to a career." Without waiting for an answer I walked out of his office. In the corridor outside I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. There went the department budget increase I'd requested, but I'd done what I had to do.
It turned out to be one of those mornings when I was reminded how little teaching had to do with my job.