*Come on, Sandburg. You've been teaching for years. Why do you still get first day jitters?*
Whatever the reason, his stomach was turning circles the way it did for every first day of classes since he'd started school. And Jim was absolutely no help.
"What is with you, man?"
Jim grinned over his coffee cup. "Why would something be up, sweetheart? It's just a normal day, isn't it?"
Blair rolled his eyes. "Normal for you." He picked up his own cup and grimaced at the contents. It wasn't coffee. He wanted coffee. *Jim* was drinking coffee. Instead, it was some herb tea mixture that was supposed to calm his jitters but just made his stomach feel weirder.
"Chief, we go through this every semester. I love you, but it's getting boring."
Blair considered throwing a piece of fruit at him, but figured that Jim would just snatch out of the air and eat it, grinning all the time.
Instead, he drained his tea and finished the toasted bagel that was all he could stomach. He fidgeted with his hair for a few minutes, and finally decided to pull it back, figuring he looked too young when he wore it down. He picked up his sport coat and even thought about a tie. Anything to look older. Dammit, he was almost thirty and he still looked like an undergrad. Never mind about the tie. He would be late if he didn't hurry. Why did they always schedule intro courses at 8AM?
Jim sat there leisurely finishing the colossal cholesterol meal he'd made for himself. He didn't need to go until 9:30 that morning, but Mr. Morning Person got up anyway. Blair fumed and gave him a kiss as he left.
He walked into the empty lecture hall. Some things were working out that morning. At least, traffic was with him, so he was ten minutes early.
This didn't happen all that often, between his other full time job and his tendency to get wrapped up in things, so he took full advantage of it.
He set his material on the podium and began to write the course outline on the board so he wouldn't have to do so when he taught. As he did, the students began to filter into the hall. He could hear their sleepy murmurs. The tension in his belly increased a hundredfold.
*You can do this, Blair. As soon as you turn to face them, you'll get into teaching space and everything will be fine.* Of course, his stomach didn't listen. It never did.
He took a deep breath, and turned around. God, they were all so young! Since when were kids allowed to go to college. Then again, they were pretty much all older than he'd been, but somehow it was different then.
There were a few older students in the room. Some had taken the time go back and start or complete a degree and some took advantage of the early morning and the University's community program, where locals could audit courses for free.
The room filled up rapidly. He looked for familiar faces - a few always popped up even in Anthro 101. As he did, he caught a pair of piercing blue eyes staring at him from the back row.
What was *he* doing there? Why was *Jim* taking one of his classes?
But there he was, between two girls who were blatantly staring at him in open lust, and in back of a boy who was doing the same thing.
Jim didn't seem to notice any of them. He was staring right at Blair, with exactly the same expression he'd had the night before. The one that had turned him into putty - a combination of love and desire that Blair could not defend against.
*Easy, Sandburg. Think teaching. Think lecture. Think course requirements. Think to button your jacket.*
"Hi, folks. This is Anthro 101, where we take a tour of the field. I'm your travel agent, Blair Sandburg. This is Snohomish Hall. Check your schedules to make sure this is the place you belong."
There was the expected rustle of papers and muffled "excuse me's" as two or three students left and a couple more joined. Both were girls and both stood stock still as they saw him in front. Blair barely noticed.
"Okay, all set?" He pointed to the first statement of the course outline. "Anthropology is the study of human..." He was on autopilot - he'd given this lecture at least twice a semester for years. Good thing, because there was Jim up there in the back row, *looking* at him.
He'd looked like that last night, too.
Just before he'd gotten down on his knees, opened Blair's jeans and taken him fully into his mouth.
Oh, God, Jim's mouth and that oh, so talented tongue, and the way Jim looked like that. He never would have thought that Jim would look even go on his knees, let alone do it with such alacrity, or that he would look like he belonged there.
"Anthropology is divided into several different fields, such as..." Blair checked quickly to make sure his jacket was button.
Oh, God, Jim was licking his lips now. Just the way he had when Blair finally pulled out, as hard and dripping as he'd ever been. Jim had looked so disappointed, but Blair knew what Jim really wanted.
"Archeology is the study..."
He'd pulled Jim to his feet and kissed him as hard as he could. Jim looked delectable with swollen lips. He peered. Yes, they were still a little swollen. No wonder everyone was staring at him. Jim looked gorgeous. Doable.
"We may go out to some digs..."
Just like last night. Jim had undressed both of them, taking his time with Blair. He'd nuzzled Blair's chest and gently sucked both nipples until they were as sensitive and tender as Blair's penis. Blair suppressed a shiver at the memory.
"Physical anthropology is more..."
Why was Jim looking so flushed? Blair toyed nervously with his pointer as he remembered still more. Finally, both were naked. Jim was as godlike as ever, even with his skin flushed and sweaty. He'd laid down on the bed, on his back, but still at full attention. Blair'd pounced on him, licking his sculptured body and teasing him until he moaned.
"Evolution is controversial in some..."
Now *Blair* was sweating. Then, oh, then. He got up to get the supplies, and when he returned, Jim was lying ready for him. He was on his back, propped up on pillows. His legs were spread with his feet flat on the bed, surrendering to him as usual, with a sweet smile on his face.
Just like the one he aimed at him right now.
Blair coughed a couple of times. "Social anthropology is related to..."
He'd prepared Jim as gently as he could. Jim moved on his fingers, helping, trying to get what he so desperately needed. Finally, when Blair thought it was right, he put on his condom and lubed himself. He positioned himself between those perfect legs and drove in, reveling in Jim's moans and the look in his eyes.
The look he still had.
"These texts are available..."
He'd tried to keep it slow and easy, but Jim didn't want it that way last night. He wanted it hard and fast and he made his wants known. Blair was happy to oblige. They moved together rapidly, holding each other's hands tightly as the moment came, first for Jim, who screamed his pleasure to the night and then to him as Jim's muscles tightened around him.
"I also require three papers..."
Jim was sexy when he was aroused and delectable during sex. He glowed afterwards. He was glowing now, right across the lecture hall, but last night...his eyes were soft and sleepy and his face was relaxed in a way it never was even in sleep...and Blair had watched him sleep often enough to tell.
Fastidious Jim made sure they'd cleaned up with the wipes they kept by the bed, and then they just held each other for a long time with the light out, murmuring little nothings as the night wore on, until Jim drifted to sleep in Blair's arms.
"Thank you, people. Make sure you do the reading before the recitation on Wednesday."
The class drifted out of the hall, murmuring about cute teachers and tough assignments. Jim remained behind, ignoring the rather wanton stares of the students around him.
After Blair spoke to a couple of people and everyone had left, Jim walked to the front of the room.
"Surprised, Chief?" Looking quickly around, he gave Blair a peck on the cheek.
"You certainly made the class...interesting. Let's go down to my office to discuss this whole thing...in private."
"I'll be late."
"Jim, maybe you should just call in sick." Blair smiled at him...the same one *he'd* used to get Jim on his knees the night before.
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