Lessons After Midnight (mxm)

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"You're mine now, il mio passerotto. Proprio come io sono tuo."

His words kept repeating in my head on a loop. His tone of voice, the look in his eyes, even the way he touched me was all so vivid in my memory.

Erick was exactly what I was looking for, and by the sounds of it, he felt the same way about me. Oh, what I would give to be under him again, just as I was last night. I would give him everything I had to offer, and I knew he'd take it mercilessly.

"Mr. Rees?" My student, Amber, startled me.

"Yes?" I said, swallowing my thoughts of last night. The crude image of Erick looking down at me. Shit, I needed to focus on where I am, not where I was.

"How many pages are required for the essay due next week?" She questioned.

I sighed, knowing I had already told the class on two different occasions. Amber was a good student, so I didn't mind repeating myself. It was rare that I had to with her.

"I'm not requiring a set number of pages or words, Amber. As I said last week, and over the email announcement, this assignment is student driven, requiring four sources, and is on a topic of your choosing."

"Ok, thank you, Sir," She said, smiling as she turned to walk back to her seat.

As I watched her leave my desk, I had to appreciate how active she was in making the instructions clear. Yes, sometimes it got on my nerves, having to repeat myself multiple times, but it was better than having incorrect work turned in.

Some people needed that little bit of affirmation, even if they knew the answer to their questions.

"Mr. Rees," I looked up once more, expecting to see Amber with another question. Instead, I found Ryan in front of me. "I'm having trouble picking a topic." He stated, looking uninterested.

"You haven't picked a topic yet?" I asked, confused.

"No, because I don't know what I should write about," He said pointedly.

"Your sources are due on Wednesday, in two days, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, which is why I'm trying to find a topic," He shrugged.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes to remind myself that it's good that he's at least trying to do his work, even if he did procrastinate the hell out of it.

"It's a short essay that can be informative, persuasive, argumentative, or anything else. Just pick a topic that interests you,"

"I don't have an interest so interesting that I'd want to write a whole essay about it," He complained.

"Well, what are you interested in?" I asked, leaning on my desk with my arms crossed. Sounds like he'll have to make do with whatever comes to mind.

"Night Lux,"

I gave him a bored look. "You cannot write an essay about Night Lux." I stated firmly.

"But it's a topic that I'm interested in," He said, trying to convince me. "Plus, didn't you say that it could be anything of our choosing?"

Taking a deep breath, as I refrained from sending Ryan away. He's just trying to get on my nerves. I kept telling myself that I should be thankful that he came to me instead of letting the assignment go unstarted.

"If you can keep the essay PG, then I'll allow it." I said. I'd rather come to a compromise instead of having a futile argument with him.

"I promise it'll be PG," He said with a shit eating grin.