Chapter 2

 

“Hello and welcome to the Hell of Mathematics. My name is Professor Maximus Wolfe. Call me Max.” Turning to the whiteboard, he started writing a list of subjects.

“This semester you will be studying Mathematical Techniques 1, linear algebra, numbers and sets. A list of books and study notes are in an email my TA will send out today. Please familiarize yourself with Stephanie Jones, as she is my go-between. Steph knows every lesson plan and is the person to see first with any problems.

 “My office is open Monday, Wednesday and Thursday until 7pm, feel free to drop in to discuss your work or any other problems. Right let’s begin. Greek letters in math are important factors so for an easy start, practice writing all the letters.” Smiling he opened his bag and got out his laptop, before conversing with Stephanie.

Cody sat opened-mouthed looking with awe at Max. Professor Maximus Wolfe was his Max, his online lover. His heart began to beat faster and his eyes dilated. ‘How can I be so lucky to have such a handsome rogue teaching me,’ Cody was so busy talking to himself, dreaming of kissing Max, he was unaware that Max was standing behind him staring down at him. A small cough from Max caused Cody to drop his pencil. Max bent to pick it up, almost banging his head on Cody's as they both reached for it at the same time. Their eyes bored into each other’s for a few seconds before Max handed the pencil back to Cody, and stood watching him drawing a rather complicated letter. Max took hold of Cody's hand, guiding his hand over the paper.

“Hello Cody, fancy meeting like this. I get to touch you in the flesh.” Max whispered into his ear before brushing his lips across Cody's ear. Cody, who couldn’t react without drawing attention to them, silently nodded. Once Cody got the hang of the letter, Max moved on to the next student. He was a very tactile teacher, who taught well and openly flirted with his students though it was one-sided, and his students rarely participated. He came back over to Cody and taught him, helping him in making different math symbols and signs.

After Professor Wolfe’s lesson, Cody sat through the next two classes in a daze. Working on autopilot, jotting down notes on class work, and listing the books he needed. His mind kept returning to the two hunky professors. His naive heart fluttered as he doodled down their names on his book. A light tap on his head brought him back to reality. A short, wildly-dressed, purple-haired, sweet-looking girl smiled down at him. She had a small stud through one nostril and a ring through her purple lip. “Hiya! I’m Tina and this here is Cole. You look a little lost so we’re hoping you will join us for lunch.” Her lovely, friendly smile and twinkling eyes were too appealing to turn down.

Cole was the same height as Cody with big, soulful, brown eyes. His hair was spiky with purple tips. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt with a cartoon cat sleeping, and a caption saying ‘Touch me and make me purrrr!’ Cody smiled at the silly slogan. He knew straight away that he was going to like these two.

After grabbing their choices for lunch, they sat outside at a free picnic table enjoying the warm, late August sun. Tina and Cole were from New York and grew up in the same neighborhood. Having been together throughout their schooling, they were overjoyed to get into the same college together too.

A bell rang to notify everyone it was time for their next classes. No one was interested to leave the sunny day, and over-chatty Tina and cozy Cole were good company. Solitude stuffed Cody’s heart and did not allow him to stay there for longer. He smiled and asked them to join in the rest of their lectures. Tina had plans to bunk on the first day, Cole would have followed her, but Cody pushed and they both followed him instead. Tina said their lectures were boring and so were the rest of the professors until HE had come.

 

 

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After a short wait, finally, the professor arrived. Though, Cody was aware who was going to walk into the hall and would teach them Physical Cosmology, he was equally impatient like the other students in the hall. They were murmuring, talking about Drake, though the students were unaware of his name. Cody could hear murmurs about how handsome, sexy, delicious, blah, blah, he was by the ladies and guys around. He just smiled knowing they were wrong. Drake was not handsome, sexy or delicious, he was an Adonis escaped from the depths of hell like a fuming Demon, who could make them all cum with his one meaningless smirk.

Cody had enjoyed impatiently waiting for Drake while listening to all the baloney being talked about him and the rumors being spread around. How the girls fantasized on the description of the man and passed a double meaning joke of taking him for a night. Cody knew they meant it. Each eye in the hall was stalking the manly figure walking up to the dais, exuding a masculine aura.

Drake walked in and a lady from the corner freaked out. “Oh my God…”

“…He is sexy,” someone murmured from behind Cody’s back. Cody didn’t bother to turn and look at the voice. He knew what Drake was, even from this far away. How could he forget Drake’s hot, heat-emitting cheeks when they had passed so near to his lips? Cody moaned deeply.

The slow chatter filled the class and each pair of lips appreciated the handsome hunk standing before them. Of course, it was Drake. Leaning his butt on the front of a large desk, with his legs crossed at the ankles, and his hands by his sides gripping the edge, he dominated the hall. A man whose confidence was primeval, though arrogant, it held a softness too. Everything about him charmed the students. ‘Does he even need to teach?’ Cody thought and smirked at Drake, whose sight slowly travelled round the hall and to him. Cody knew Drake’s attributes charmed him too, and was just as fascinated by him as the other students who were eyeing him up.

“Can I have your attention, please?” Drake’s soft, silky voice floated into the air silencing all the noise.

“100 percent.”

“All yours,”

“Do whatever you want,”

“Already you have mine,”

“You don’t need to ask,”

“Can’t you see?”

A cacophony of jibes and wolf whistles filled the room. Drake was forced to be serious but numerous eyes glued to him, seeking emotions from pleading to raping him, making a smirk float onto his lips. He was there to teach and everyone was openly flirting with him. Standing there in a fitted three-piece suit, worn elegantly as would any prince. Sharp, six feet in height, fair with slightly tanned skin. Dark-blue eyes, dark hair, short, neatly cut, seemed slightly curly but combed with gel to tame the errant wisps. He smiled feeling the attention of the class. “Today we will start with how the Big Bang Theory…” Drake stopped himself from saying more as he was drowned out by the riotous comments.

“What?? Big Bang?” Anton, a guy who saw himself as the class clown, repeated from the corner and the class laughed back.

“I love banging…” Zoë, a quiet lady from the earlier classes, quipped with a deep blush.

“Big Bang… seems banging from a big guy?” Fabio shouted in his lilting Italian brogue.

“Ohh! Definitely I will love it.” Katie cooed.

“Big guy? Is that from the Prof?” Anton remarked, winking at Drake and the entire class laughed again.

“Class. Silence.” Drake barked louder.

“Oh my, my. How sexily he growls,” a lady spoke from the back.

Cody smirked without moving his lips. Not to explain why, but Cody liked the teasing and public leg-pulling of Drake. Perhaps, Drake’s not having kissed him in the car teased his heart? But why would Drake kiss him? Whatever the reason may have been, Cody didn’t want to figure it out. But he loved how the other students exploited Drake’s handsomeness. His eyes were glued to Drake’s and he knew Drake was watching him back, but now for some provoking reason, Drake was more focused on the dramatic students. Everyone smiled before Drake barked again.

“QUIET!” Drake scolded the class. “Enough. I don’t mind a joke, but this is like teaching a class of infants.” Having gotten the class’ attention, he continued with his lesson. Opening notebooks and getting comfortable in their seats, the students sat waiting for him to begin. He switched on the projector and a multihued galaxy floated on the screen. A video without sound. The next moment, Drake filled the hall with his voice, a steamy accent, enough to hypnotize everyone.

“Scientists have gathered a lot of evidence about the universe. Believing it began in a hot ‘big bang’ about 13,600 million years ago. At this time, all matter concentrated into a single tiny point. This incredibly tiny point began rapidly to enlarge in a violent explosion. The temperature at the time of the explosion was 100 million, trillion, trillion Kelvin’s or 180 million, trillion, trillion degrees Fahrenheit.” A few gasps sounded in the now quiet classroom.

Smiling, Professor Drake continued. “There is a lot of evidence and information gathered, which this semester we will be investigating, and I want you to find and research this evidence. I want it finished by midterm.” His winning eyes narrated he had won the concentration of the class. He had, but there were still some eyes ogling him. He didn’t know yet, how many student minds were not functioning.

Prof Drake continued his lecture. Either way, the class was silent and students behaved attentively. He kept changing the slides and videos, and explained with dramatic gifs and jokes at certain parts, how the universe evolved. Cody sat in rapt attention, listening to the sexy god explaining the Big Bang. Drake’s sensual moving lips gave Cody an erection, which pressed against the rigid zip of his jeans. Cody was busy fantasizing about the professor in all the naïve dirtiest thoughts as Prof Drake’s voice washed over him, intoxicating, and deep-blue eyes invited him to drown in them. The subject fascinated him and he wrote copious notes.

As the last couple of students asked their few queries, Drake proficiently replied. Cody was impressed by the way Drake handled the brats, and responding to their tricky questions. Everything was hammering Drake’s impression harder and harder into him. Definitely an imperious personality. Drake even ignored a few flirtatious questions and waved his hands to make those chicks sit back down. A few asked just so they could judge the Professor’s IQ and aptness in his subject. Drake easily outshone their bogus questions. He smiled at the last one and Cody reciprocated, knowing Drake was watching him indirectly.

At the end of his lesson, Drake collected his belongings and walked out as he had come. The class turned into a clamorous fish-market, everyone talking again about Drake. Cody watched ladies running behind him from all sides, perhaps they wanted to know more about him. But the now retreating professor closed the door and Cody had no interest in knowing how Drake spurned them away. Cody didn’t know why his heart wanted Drake to be his. ‘Silly wishes!’

He sighed on his yearning.

For Cody, it was by far the best class. Still, being his last lesson of the day, he was grateful it was over. Tired of the day’s heaviness, and with sexiness oozing deep in his body, now he only wanted to get back to his apartment.