Chapter 2
Aaron sat in his tiny hole of an office and stared blankly at the screen of his laptop. He’d meant to get some work done, but his brain wasn’t really cooperating very well. How could it? That encounter with Connor Herlihy had completely thrown him for a loop. He felt like his brain was running around in circles and gibbering inside of his skull right now. How could this be? But it had to be! The mole that Connor had mentioned – it was on the inside of his left thigh, not very visible at all. Even if Connor had been stalking him and had seen him naked in a communal shower, he still wouldn’t have been able to see that mole. Only if Aaron’s legs were spread was it visible.
That thought made him feel more than a little uncomfortable when he imagined himself doing that very thing in Connor’s dreams. God, thinking about a young boy having sexy dreams about him! It made Aaron feel like a pervert, even though he hadn’t really had anything to do with said dreams. This whole situation was just so odd and upsetting.
It was especially upsetting because Aaron found himself drawn to the boy against his will. He’d never looked at another guy in that way before – but he’d found his eyes straying over Connor’s fabulous pale skin as he’d talked to the boy, and marveling at the inky curls of his hair. He’d had a sudden impulse to run his fingers through them, and had swallowed and looked away hurriedly instead. And Connor’s mouth! It was pink and soft-looking, with gently curving lips that practically begged him to kiss them.
Aaron squirmed in his chair at the bolt of lust that ran through him at the mere thought of kissing Connor. “He’s a man, he’s only eighteen, he’s my student,’ Aaron chanted desperately in his head. ‘You cannot do this. Don’t even think about it.’
He groaned, burying his face in his hands. Could this all get any worse? He’d always thought that he’d meet just the right girl and get married, that he’d settle down and have a family. Never once in his imaginings had it occurred to him that he’d be attracted to another man. That the right one for him would be one of his male students. But according to Connor, that was exactly what he was. That they were destined to be together.
Aaron made a firm resolution. This just could not happen. Connor was too young, too male, and too much his student. He’d have to resist no matter what. But Lord, this was going to be a long semester. A VERY long semester.
Connor Herlihy sat on a bench and looked down at his World History 101 book. He wasn’t thinking about what he was reading; he was thinking about his professor instead. Connor couldn’t BELIEVE that he’d finally found Aaron Birkhalt once again. His heart had leapt into his throat when the other man had looked up at the tiers and he’d seen that familiar face. He’d felt almost sick with relief and wondering joy. Ever since Aaron had practically run away from him when he was thirteen, Connor had worried in the back of his head that he’d never be able to find his soul mate once more. But clearly this was destined to be, because now he was of legal age and they could be together. At thirteen they couldn’t have done anything together anyway, and he’d have had to wait until he became legal to be with Aaron. So it all worked out.
He thought about the shocked look on the professor’s face when he’d explained. Poor Aaron. Of courser the older man hadn’t believed what he was saying – who would? He’d sounded like a crazy person, prattling on about his dreams and how they were meant to be together. Until he’d come to the part about the mole, that is. Then the look of shock that had blossomed on Aaron’s face had been almost comical. There was no way that he could refute Connor’s knowledge of that mole.
The poor spooked professor had nearly bolted out of the classroom after their talk. He’d been pale, and his eyes had been pretty wide. Connor knew that he’d have to give the older man time to adjust to all of this. He himself had had almost his entire life to come to terms with Aaron being his soul mate. He just hoped that it didn’t take that long for Aaron to come to terms – he didn’t want to wait another eighteen years to finally get what he’d been waiting for since he’d been a small child and the dreams had first started.
He sighed. Sometimes he wished that he could be more normal. It would have been so much easier if he could have found a person he liked the way other people did instead of finding the man of his dreams…LITERALLY. But wishing for that was not going to make it so. He didn’t want anyone else but Aaron. His heart was still beating a little fast from looking into those startled brown eyes, eyes with just a few flecks of gold in them. He yearned to see Aaron smile at him, a smile meant just for him and him alone. He was sure it would be dazzling and wonderful.
Connor ran a wistful hand through his hair. Maybe…maybe soon he’d see that smile. Maybe he could get Aaron to touch him. Or maybe kiss him. Like in his dreams…he lifted a hand to his lips in memory. He’d never been kissed in reality, because he’d been waiting patiently for when he found his soul mate. Then Aaron would kiss him. But what if…what if he didn’t want to? The professor was not leaping on this opportunity. He’d looked like a deer in headlights when he’d fled the classroom. It made him nervous to think that Aaron might never come around. What would he do if the older man didn’t?
Well, nothing really. He couldn’t make Aaron like him in return. And if his soul mate didn’t like him, he couldn’t exactly just go and find someone else. It didn’t really work that way, not for him. He could be a very lonely man if he couldn’t convince Aaron that they should be together.
Aaron felt restless and out-of-sorts for the next few days. If he’d admit it to himself, his eyes kept looking for Connor among the students flowing past him as he walked across campus every day. But he didn’t see the younger man anywhere. He should have been glad about that, he WAS glad about that. Or at least that’s what he told himself, anyway. His resolve was still strong…well, sort of. Because every five minutes or so images of Connor would flash through his head. Those astonishing eyes, like stream-washed pebbles; the intense gaze that seemed to see right through him. The marvelous skin like cream, such a contrast to the raven curls. And that mouth – a mouth he could get lost in.
Damn it. He came back to himself once more with a silent mental curse. He was supposed to be grading some quizzes in his office, but he’d been daydreaming instead. Mooning after one of his own students. Dear Lord. He scrubbed at his face wearily with one hand. He wasn’t sleeping as well as he should have lately, and he felt tired and rather frazzled. He yawned and blinked as he tried to concentrate on the stack of quizzes on his desk. But the writing on them might as well have been written in Greek.
Aaron slumped in his chair in defeat. Today was going to be bad; not only was he tried and out-of-it, today was also the second class of the week for World History 101. In other words, he’d have to see Connor again. He ignored the little voice in his head that pointed out that he WANTED to see Connor again. That even the thought of seeing the younger man started up weird flutterings in his abdomen. He buried his fingers in his hair, wanting to start pulling it out by the roots. This was ridiculous! It had only been a few days! And already he was losing it. Connor was making him crazy.
Yet again he reminded himself of all the reasons it was completely bad to start a relationship with one of his students. Connor was only eighteen. He was male. He was a student, under Aaron’s power. Also they didn’t really know each other, although that was a situation that could be rectified. But those other reasons couldn’t. Connor was still eighteen, still another man, still in Aaron’s class. He knew of professors who had started affairs with their students, and had lost their tenure and their jobs over it. And those were female students. If it was discovered that a newly-made professor with no tenure was sleeping with one of his male students, Aaron knew that he’d never be able to find a job in a college again.
Finally he roused enough to glance at the clock, then cursed out loud this time when he realized that it was three ‘o clock. He was going to be late for World History! He grabbed his bag and stuffed the ungraded quizzes into it, then dashed out the door of his office at a frantic run. It was undignified to be seen bolting through the halls, but he had no choice. Fortunately he’d always kept in good shape, so he was barely out of breath when he pulled to a halt in front of the classroom door. He smoothed his hair with one hand, then took a deep breath and entered the classroom.
The students were waiting for him as he smiled ruefully at them. “Sorry I’m a bit late,” he said apologetically. “I was deep into grading some quizzes and I just lost track of time. You know how that is,” he added with a wry twinkle in his eyes.
Laughter. His eyes darted up and found those amazing grey-green ones staring down at him. Connor’s lips lifted slightly in a knowing smile, and Aaron gulped. He dropped his eyes and went over to his desk to put his bag on top of it. “Anyway, we’ll forgo the preliminaries since I’m a little late,” he forced himself to say. “We’ll go straight into the lecture, so open your notebooks or laptops and we’ll get going.”
He turned back to the class, deliberately refusing to look at the upper tier where Connor was sitting. But he felt the weight of those eyes just the same, resting on him constantly as he began to speak. Sweat sprang up on his forehead, and his body felt over warm in his suit. He pulled at his necktie a little, feeling rather strangled. This was not good. How was he supposed to teach this class twice a week for the next four months if he reacted this way every time to Connor’s proximity?
Connor watched Aaron start to give his lecture. His eyes were fastened on Aaron’s face, on every expression that crossed it and the way the professor’s head tilted and his hands moved as he talked. Connor was fascinated by his soul mate, by everything that Aaron said and did. His eyes finally came to rest on those long-fingered hands, and he felt his mouth water a little as he imagined them touching him. It would feel so good, he was sure of it. They looked deft.
He didn’t hear much of what Aaron was actually saying. He was sure that he could get the notes from somebody else later. He could claim that he wasn’t feeling well so he hadn’t been paying as much attention as he should have in class. Which was pretty much true, although it wasn’t an illness making him inattentive. Although it WAS sickness…lovesickness, that is. A malady of the heart that was far worse than any flu.
Connor wished that he could go down there and just jump on the man. He’d pull that tie loose, he’d run his hands under that suit coat, he’d feel the other man’s body under his fingers. He shuddered a bit, his cock throbbing under the harsh fabric of his jeans. Connor had never felt like this before – which wasn’t surprising, considering the fact that he’d never been around Aaron before until a few days ago. Lust was thick in his throat, making his fingers spasm on the desktop.
Finally, much to Aaron’s relief and Connor’s disappointment, the class was over. The professor finished up his lecture and gave them their homework assignments for next class. Then, for just a moment, one precious and acute instant, his eyes lifted back to Connor’s. The two men were frozen, staring at each other, until their reverie was broken into by the other students filing out of the classroom. Aaron blinked, coming out of his trance. He looked hurriedly away, refusing to look back at Connor. He turned and grabbed his bag, moving toward the door quickly. He wanted no more heart-to-hearts with his disturbing student this time.
But Connor was quicker. “Wait, Professor Birkhalt. Could I talk to you?” he called, barring Aaron’s exit.
He stopped, feeling frustrated. “Of course,” he said between his teeth. “What can I help you with, Mr. Herlihy?”
Connor stared at him. “You know what you can help me with,” he replied simply. “Please don’t play games with me, Professor.”
Aaron sighed. “Connor, please. This isn’t…a good idea. I’ve explained why.”
The younger man frowned at him. “Professor, I do realize why you’re trying to run away from this. I get it, but I also know what I want. What I need. I’m hoping that you’ll figure that out too. Please just consider it. Don’t just automatically deny this thing between us because you’re scared. That’s all I’m asking.”
Aaron hesitated, then sighed. “All right, Connor. I will think about it. But this isn’t ever going to become a better idea, not while you’re my student.”
Connor just looked at him. “Then if I have to wait until you’re not my professor anymore, I will. I’ve waited this long, I’m willing to wait a little longer. You’re worth it,” he said simply.
Aaron heard the sincerity in his young voice and was touched by it. It was nice to know that someone wanted him so much. “I’ll think about it,” he repeated slowly. “And I’ll take into consideration the fact that you’re willing to wait for me too. But you have to give me time, Connor. I can’t just jump into anything…”
“I know,” the younger man said. “I won’t push you again now that I know that you’re going to think about it. I’ll see you later, Professor,” he smiled slightly and walked out of the classroom, leaving Aaron watching him go.
He felt better, lighter. The stress and tension of the last week had mostly dissipated. Now that he knew that Connor wasn’t going to push him over this he felt better. He’d have time to think about everything, to decide one way or the other. He slung his bag over his shoulder and left the classroom with a spring in his step that had been missing ever since his first class a few days ago.
*****
Slim hands slid over his body, and a pink mouth glided over his skin. It found his nipple, and a tongue flicked over the nub. He moaned, arching his back, enjoying the attentions of his lover. His eyes came to rest on a head of thick, raven-black curls, and then it lifted so that a pair of striking grey eyes - like pebbles washed in a stream - could meet his. “I love you, Aaron,” Connor said, his hand moving down to find the professor’s cock at the same time…
He awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. Aaron sat there panting, his body throbbing and his cock rigid in the pajama bottoms that were the only things he ever wore to bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to clear the sleep haze from his mind. Not again! He groaned to himself in his head. This was the third night in a row that he’d woken up from an erotic dream featuring his student Connor Herlihy, the boy who claimed that they were destined soul mates and meant to be together.
Aaron shuddered. Each dream had been worse than the last. Or more erotic, anyway. They’d proceeded from just making out to more. A lot more. Now dream Connor was molesting his body thoroughly, touching or kissing him everywhere. God, these dreams were starting to get to him! Not only was he becoming tired from waking up two or three times a night, but he was also growing more and more sexually frustrated. He sighed as he pushed down his covers and the pajama bottoms so that he could take care of his ‘little’ problem once again. He also reached out for the bottle of hand lotion that he’d taken to leaving by his bedside at night.
Aaron slicked up his hand with the lotion and began to stroke his raging hard-on. He moaned, his head going back a little. Pleasure swamped him. He tried very hard not to, but images of the naked dream-Connor went through his head. That beautiful skin the color of ivory, which was so soft under his fingers when he stroked it in the dreams…The inky curls that he’d run his fingers through. Just thinking about them made him cry out, and his hand moved faster on his cock. “Shit,” he moaned helplessly as he began to come all over his hand and his own belly.
He sat there with his head hanging for a moment, savoring the aftershocks of his orgasm. Then he sighed and gingerly climbed out of bed to pad into the bathroom and clean up. This was getting ridiculous, but he didn’t know quite what to do about it. He couldn’t go to a doctor and tell the man that he was sleeping very well except or the fact that he was having intensely erotic dreams about one of his male students…Aaron was pretty sure that there was no drug that he could take to get Connor out of his head or his dreams.
He cleaned the white droplets off of his skin, then washed his hands and face in the sink. He could see that he was starting to develop dark circles under his eyes in the mirror above it. Aaron rubbed at his face with a still slightly damp hand. “This is crazy,” he told himself out loud in the mirror. “What the hell is going on? I know Connor said that he has dreams about me, but…”
His mirror-self wasn’t a help at all. His face looked bewildered. Aaron sighed and turned off the water, going back into his bedroom to try to get some more sleep. Climbing back under the covers, he lay down on his back and looked at the shadowy ceiling overhead. Was this, he wondered, what Connor had felt for all of these years? The student had said that he’d been dreaming about Aaron since he was five. They couldn’t all have been wet or erotic dreams, could they?
No, of course not. Connor had told him when they’d met originally five years ago that sometimes his dreams were about the two of them doing things like walking along the beach hand-in-hand. And apparently he’d also dreamed about the past life they’d supposedly shared together, when he’d been a woman who’d been burned as a witch. Now he was curious to know more, although he hesitated to ask Connor about it. But maybe knowing more about it might help with these dreams. Something had to, or he was going to be one grumpy, sleep-deprived professor pretty soon.
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Aaron sat in his tiny hole of an office and stared blankly at the screen of his laptop. He’d meant to get some work done, but his brain wasn’t really cooperating very well. How could it? That encounter with Connor Herlihy had completely thrown him for a loop. He felt like his brain was running around in circles and gibbering inside of his skull right now. How could this be? But it had to be! The mole that Connor had mentioned – it was on the inside of his left thigh, not very visible at all. Even if Connor had been stalking him and had seen him naked in a communal shower, he still wouldn’t have been able to see that mole. Only if Aaron’s legs were spread was it visible.
That thought made him feel more than a little uncomfortable when he imagined himself doing that very thing in Connor’s dreams. God, thinking about a young boy having sexy dreams about him! It made Aaron feel like a pervert, even though he hadn’t really had anything to do with said dreams. This whole situation was just so odd and upsetting.
It was especially upsetting because Aaron found himself drawn to the boy against his will. He’d never looked at another guy in that way before – but he’d found his eyes straying over Connor’s fabulous pale skin as he’d talked to the boy, and marveling at the inky curls of his hair. He’d had a sudden impulse to run his fingers through them, and had swallowed and looked away hurriedly instead. And Connor’s mouth! It was pink and soft-looking, with gently curving lips that practically begged him to kiss them.
Aaron squirmed in his chair at the bolt of lust that ran through him at the mere thought of kissing Connor. “He’s a man, he’s only eighteen, he’s my student,’ Aaron chanted desperately in his head. ‘You cannot do this. Don’t even think about it.’
He groaned, burying his face in his hands. Could this all get any worse? He’d always thought that he’d meet just the right girl and get married, that he’d settle down and have a family. Never once in his imaginings had it occurred to him that he’d be attracted to another man. That the right one for him would be one of his male students. But according to Connor, that was exactly what he was. That they were destined to be together.
Aaron made a firm resolution. This just could not happen. Connor was too young, too male, and too much his student. He’d have to resist no matter what. But Lord, this was going to be a long semester. A VERY long semester.
Connor Herlihy sat on a bench and looked down at his World History 101 book. He wasn’t thinking about what he was reading; he was thinking about his professor instead. Connor couldn’t BELIEVE that he’d finally found Aaron Birkhalt once again. His heart had leapt into his throat when the other man had looked up at the tiers and he’d seen that familiar face. He’d felt almost sick with relief and wondering joy. Ever since Aaron had practically run away from him when he was thirteen, Connor had worried in the back of his head that he’d never be able to find his soul mate once more. But clearly this was destined to be, because now he was of legal age and they could be together. At thirteen they couldn’t have done anything together anyway, and he’d have had to wait until he became legal to be with Aaron. So it all worked out.
He thought about the shocked look on the professor’s face when he’d explained. Poor Aaron. Of courser the older man hadn’t believed what he was saying – who would? He’d sounded like a crazy person, prattling on about his dreams and how they were meant to be together. Until he’d come to the part about the mole, that is. Then the look of shock that had blossomed on Aaron’s face had been almost comical. There was no way that he could refute Connor’s knowledge of that mole.
The poor spooked professor had nearly bolted out of the classroom after their talk. He’d been pale, and his eyes had been pretty wide. Connor knew that he’d have to give the older man time to adjust to all of this. He himself had had almost his entire life to come to terms with Aaron being his soul mate. He just hoped that it didn’t take that long for Aaron to come to terms – he didn’t want to wait another eighteen years to finally get what he’d been waiting for since he’d been a small child and the dreams had first started.
He sighed. Sometimes he wished that he could be more normal. It would have been so much easier if he could have found a person he liked the way other people did instead of finding the man of his dreams…LITERALLY. But wishing for that was not going to make it so. He didn’t want anyone else but Aaron. His heart was still beating a little fast from looking into those startled brown eyes, eyes with just a few flecks of gold in them. He yearned to see Aaron smile at him, a smile meant just for him and him alone. He was sure it would be dazzling and wonderful.
Connor ran a wistful hand through his hair. Maybe…maybe soon he’d see that smile. Maybe he could get Aaron to touch him. Or maybe kiss him. Like in his dreams…he lifted a hand to his lips in memory. He’d never been kissed in reality, because he’d been waiting patiently for when he found his soul mate. Then Aaron would kiss him. But what if…what if he didn’t want to? The professor was not leaping on this opportunity. He’d looked like a deer in headlights when he’d fled the classroom. It made him nervous to think that Aaron might never come around. What would he do if the older man didn’t?
Well, nothing really. He couldn’t make Aaron like him in return. And if his soul mate didn’t like him, he couldn’t exactly just go and find someone else. It didn’t really work that way, not for him. He could be a very lonely man if he couldn’t convince Aaron that they should be together.
Aaron felt restless and out-of-sorts for the next few days. If he’d admit it to himself, his eyes kept looking for Connor among the students flowing past him as he walked across campus every day. But he didn’t see the younger man anywhere. He should have been glad about that, he WAS glad about that. Or at least that’s what he told himself, anyway. His resolve was still strong…well, sort of. Because every five minutes or so images of Connor would flash through his head. Those astonishing eyes, like stream-washed pebbles; the intense gaze that seemed to see right through him. The marvelous skin like cream, such a contrast to the raven curls. And that mouth – a mouth he could get lost in.
Damn it. He came back to himself once more with a silent mental curse. He was supposed to be grading some quizzes in his office, but he’d been daydreaming instead. Mooning after one of his own students. Dear Lord. He scrubbed at his face wearily with one hand. He wasn’t sleeping as well as he should have lately, and he felt tired and rather frazzled. He yawned and blinked as he tried to concentrate on the stack of quizzes on his desk. But the writing on them might as well have been written in Greek.
Aaron slumped in his chair in defeat. Today was going to be bad; not only was he tried and out-of-it, today was also the second class of the week for World History 101. In other words, he’d have to see Connor again. He ignored the little voice in his head that pointed out that he WANTED to see Connor again. That even the thought of seeing the younger man started up weird flutterings in his abdomen. He buried his fingers in his hair, wanting to start pulling it out by the roots. This was ridiculous! It had only been a few days! And already he was losing it. Connor was making him crazy.
Yet again he reminded himself of all the reasons it was completely bad to start a relationship with one of his students. Connor was only eighteen. He was male. He was a student, under Aaron’s power. Also they didn’t really know each other, although that was a situation that could be rectified. But those other reasons couldn’t. Connor was still eighteen, still another man, still in Aaron’s class. He knew of professors who had started affairs with their students, and had lost their tenure and their jobs over it. And those were female students. If it was discovered that a newly-made professor with no tenure was sleeping with one of his male students, Aaron knew that he’d never be able to find a job in a college again.
Finally he roused enough to glance at the clock, then cursed out loud this time when he realized that it was three ‘o clock. He was going to be late for World History! He grabbed his bag and stuffed the ungraded quizzes into it, then dashed out the door of his office at a frantic run. It was undignified to be seen bolting through the halls, but he had no choice. Fortunately he’d always kept in good shape, so he was barely out of breath when he pulled to a halt in front of the classroom door. He smoothed his hair with one hand, then took a deep breath and entered the classroom.
The students were waiting for him as he smiled ruefully at them. “Sorry I’m a bit late,” he said apologetically. “I was deep into grading some quizzes and I just lost track of time. You know how that is,” he added with a wry twinkle in his eyes.
Laughter. His eyes darted up and found those amazing grey-green ones staring down at him. Connor’s lips lifted slightly in a knowing smile, and Aaron gulped. He dropped his eyes and went over to his desk to put his bag on top of it. “Anyway, we’ll forgo the preliminaries since I’m a little late,” he forced himself to say. “We’ll go straight into the lecture, so open your notebooks or laptops and we’ll get going.”
He turned back to the class, deliberately refusing to look at the upper tier where Connor was sitting. But he felt the weight of those eyes just the same, resting on him constantly as he began to speak. Sweat sprang up on his forehead, and his body felt over warm in his suit. He pulled at his necktie a little, feeling rather strangled. This was not good. How was he supposed to teach this class twice a week for the next four months if he reacted this way every time to Connor’s proximity?
Connor watched Aaron start to give his lecture. His eyes were fastened on Aaron’s face, on every expression that crossed it and the way the professor’s head tilted and his hands moved as he talked. Connor was fascinated by his soul mate, by everything that Aaron said and did. His eyes finally came to rest on those long-fingered hands, and he felt his mouth water a little as he imagined them touching him. It would feel so good, he was sure of it. They looked deft.
He didn’t hear much of what Aaron was actually saying. He was sure that he could get the notes from somebody else later. He could claim that he wasn’t feeling well so he hadn’t been paying as much attention as he should have in class. Which was pretty much true, although it wasn’t an illness making him inattentive. Although it WAS sickness…lovesickness, that is. A malady of the heart that was far worse than any flu.
Connor wished that he could go down there and just jump on the man. He’d pull that tie loose, he’d run his hands under that suit coat, he’d feel the other man’s body under his fingers. He shuddered a bit, his cock throbbing under the harsh fabric of his jeans. Connor had never felt like this before – which wasn’t surprising, considering the fact that he’d never been around Aaron before until a few days ago. Lust was thick in his throat, making his fingers spasm on the desktop.
Finally, much to Aaron’s relief and Connor’s disappointment, the class was over. The professor finished up his lecture and gave them their homework assignments for next class. Then, for just a moment, one precious and acute instant, his eyes lifted back to Connor’s. The two men were frozen, staring at each other, until their reverie was broken into by the other students filing out of the classroom. Aaron blinked, coming out of his trance. He looked hurriedly away, refusing to look back at Connor. He turned and grabbed his bag, moving toward the door quickly. He wanted no more heart-to-hearts with his disturbing student this time.
But Connor was quicker. “Wait, Professor Birkhalt. Could I talk to you?” he called, barring Aaron’s exit.
He stopped, feeling frustrated. “Of course,” he said between his teeth. “What can I help you with, Mr. Herlihy?”
Connor stared at him. “You know what you can help me with,” he replied simply. “Please don’t play games with me, Professor.”
Aaron sighed. “Connor, please. This isn’t…a good idea. I’ve explained why.”
The younger man frowned at him. “Professor, I do realize why you’re trying to run away from this. I get it, but I also know what I want. What I need. I’m hoping that you’ll figure that out too. Please just consider it. Don’t just automatically deny this thing between us because you’re scared. That’s all I’m asking.”
Aaron hesitated, then sighed. “All right, Connor. I will think about it. But this isn’t ever going to become a better idea, not while you’re my student.”
Connor just looked at him. “Then if I have to wait until you’re not my professor anymore, I will. I’ve waited this long, I’m willing to wait a little longer. You’re worth it,” he said simply.
Aaron heard the sincerity in his young voice and was touched by it. It was nice to know that someone wanted him so much. “I’ll think about it,” he repeated slowly. “And I’ll take into consideration the fact that you’re willing to wait for me too. But you have to give me time, Connor. I can’t just jump into anything…”
“I know,” the younger man said. “I won’t push you again now that I know that you’re going to think about it. I’ll see you later, Professor,” he smiled slightly and walked out of the classroom, leaving Aaron watching him go.
He felt better, lighter. The stress and tension of the last week had mostly dissipated. Now that he knew that Connor wasn’t going to push him over this he felt better. He’d have time to think about everything, to decide one way or the other. He slung his bag over his shoulder and left the classroom with a spring in his step that had been missing ever since his first class a few days ago.
*****
Slim hands slid over his body, and a pink mouth glided over his skin. It found his nipple, and a tongue flicked over the nub. He moaned, arching his back, enjoying the attentions of his lover. His eyes came to rest on a head of thick, raven-black curls, and then it lifted so that a pair of striking grey eyes - like pebbles washed in a stream - could meet his. “I love you, Aaron,” Connor said, his hand moving down to find the professor’s cock at the same time…
He awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. Aaron sat there panting, his body throbbing and his cock rigid in the pajama bottoms that were the only things he ever wore to bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to clear the sleep haze from his mind. Not again! He groaned to himself in his head. This was the third night in a row that he’d woken up from an erotic dream featuring his student Connor Herlihy, the boy who claimed that they were destined soul mates and meant to be together.
Aaron shuddered. Each dream had been worse than the last. Or more erotic, anyway. They’d proceeded from just making out to more. A lot more. Now dream Connor was molesting his body thoroughly, touching or kissing him everywhere. God, these dreams were starting to get to him! Not only was he becoming tired from waking up two or three times a night, but he was also growing more and more sexually frustrated. He sighed as he pushed down his covers and the pajama bottoms so that he could take care of his ‘little’ problem once again. He also reached out for the bottle of hand lotion that he’d taken to leaving by his bedside at night.
Aaron slicked up his hand with the lotion and began to stroke his raging hard-on. He moaned, his head going back a little. Pleasure swamped him. He tried very hard not to, but images of the naked dream-Connor went through his head. That beautiful skin the color of ivory, which was so soft under his fingers when he stroked it in the dreams…The inky curls that he’d run his fingers through. Just thinking about them made him cry out, and his hand moved faster on his cock. “Shit,” he moaned helplessly as he began to come all over his hand and his own belly.
He sat there with his head hanging for a moment, savoring the aftershocks of his orgasm. Then he sighed and gingerly climbed out of bed to pad into the bathroom and clean up. This was getting ridiculous, but he didn’t know quite what to do about it. He couldn’t go to a doctor and tell the man that he was sleeping very well except or the fact that he was having intensely erotic dreams about one of his male students…Aaron was pretty sure that there was no drug that he could take to get Connor out of his head or his dreams.
He cleaned the white droplets off of his skin, then washed his hands and face in the sink. He could see that he was starting to develop dark circles under his eyes in the mirror above it. Aaron rubbed at his face with a still slightly damp hand. “This is crazy,” he told himself out loud in the mirror. “What the hell is going on? I know Connor said that he has dreams about me, but…”
His mirror-self wasn’t a help at all. His face looked bewildered. Aaron sighed and turned off the water, going back into his bedroom to try to get some more sleep. Climbing back under the covers, he lay down on his back and looked at the shadowy ceiling overhead. Was this, he wondered, what Connor had felt for all of these years? The student had said that he’d been dreaming about Aaron since he was five. They couldn’t all have been wet or erotic dreams, could they?
No, of course not. Connor had told him when they’d met originally five years ago that sometimes his dreams were about the two of them doing things like walking along the beach hand-in-hand. And apparently he’d also dreamed about the past life they’d supposedly shared together, when he’d been a woman who’d been burned as a witch. Now he was curious to know more, although he hesitated to ask Connor about it. But maybe knowing more about it might help with these dreams. Something had to, or he was going to be one grumpy, sleep-deprived professor pretty soon.
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