Page 7 of Hidden Intentions (Quick Bites: MM Short Stories #3)

Matt

The young man standing before me had made me question my sanity more than once since our interaction yesterday. I’d wavered between wanting to pull out my hair and wanting to kiss him madly. I could excuse my behavior as letting desire cloud my judgment last night. I could say I’d been too frustrated to even think straight. But what excuse would I give for what he was asking of me now?

Our agreement ended yesterday after we had sex and I allowed him to redo the assignment. But continuing this... whatever it was between us? The two weren’t related, but they did mark bookends on our interactions. For us to do more, to have more, would be impossible. It would mean sneaking around, hiding in shadows neither of us belonged in. Risking my career, and potentially his studies. Everything.

I couldn’t let him jeopardize his education just to be with me. And what did it say about me if I encouraged it? I should know better.

I pulled my face from his hand and already missed the heat from his skin with that single act. I wanted to lean back into his touch, but I couldn’t.

I shouldn’t.

It was bad enough I had to bear the thought of never having him again, but now living with the fear of being exposed was another thing.

“This was a one-time thing, Kevin. It can’t and shouldn’t happen again,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my chest ached.

He looked like he’d just been slapped across the face, and I couldn’t bear it. I shifted my gaze away, but he caught my chin and turned my face back to him.

His eyes searched mine for a moment, growing more serious.

“Am I speaking to Matt or my professor right now?”

“I can’t be one without the other,” I murmured.

He tilted his head. “Okay. I see it. But I still don’t get why we can’t do this. You liked it, right?”

“I did,” I admitted, not willing to hurt his feelings by claiming otherwise. Not willing to lie to him, ever.

“Then we simply don’t get caught,” he whispered, clasping my cheeks in his palms. “We stay careful and we only meet here. I won’t do anything to put this on anyone’s radar, Matt.”

“We shouldn’t . . .”

“We shouldn’t or you don’t want to? You need to tell me, Matt, and mean it. Not just with your words because I look beyond those. You need to do a better job of convincing me that you don’t want this, and I’ll leave you alone. I won’t ever bother you again beyond this assignment.”

That was my cue to end this. After all, it was just sex. What made him so special? I’ve had plenty of that. He scratched an itch, nothing more. Plus, he was young, with his whole life ahead of him, and I was just another conquest in his book.

That should be it, right?

I wanted to believe that was the case.

“We can’t do this, Kevin. Not ever again. Last night was a mistake.”

“A mistake? Really?” he scoffed, shaking his head like I’d said something ridiculous. “We were both consenting adults.”

“It shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“God. Stop...” He shook his head. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“You’re my student. It’s against our school rules.”

He smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Excuses, excuses. Some schools allow it.”

“Very few do. And only if the professor isn’t grading or influencing the student’s academic standing in any way.”

“So, it’s not entirely wrong , is it?” Kevin stepped closer, all serious and eyes narrowed. “I’ll drop the class.”

“Kevin . . .”

“I’ll drop the fucking class if you tell me you want this.” His stormy eyes penetrated mine.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “You can’t just—Kevin, that’s not the point.”

He needed this class so he could step onto the silver platter his future offered for him.

His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking near his cheek. “Then what is?”

I took a shaky breath, my pulse hammering. “Even if you drop the class, I’m still a professor. You’re still a student. It’s still... inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate,” he echoed, the word rolling off his tongue like it disgusted him. “You really believe that?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Kevin exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “Fuck.” He turned away for a moment, then back, his gaze softer but no less intense. “Look, I don’t regret it. Not a second of it. And I don’t think you do either.”

I closed my eyes, willing my heartbeat to slow. But it didn’t.

“Tell me I’m wrong. You liked it,” he challenged.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“Last night. You liked it. You want me as much as I want you. You’ve been wanting me since the first day of class!”

Heat crawled up my neck, burning my face. “Kevin . . .”

I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he stared at me, brushing my cheek again. His touch wasn’t supposed to send so many sparks rushing through me. He was just like any other man I had fucked in the past, so why was it making me yearn for him again?

“Say the words, Matt.”

“I . . . I can’t.”

“Why not? Why are you acting like last night didn’t make you almost lose your mind? You wanted it so bad that you begged for more, or do you need me to remind you of that?”

There was no need. Even if my mind ever forgot, my body would certainly remember. I sighed, looking away from him.

Kevin let loose a small laugh. “You’re being so shy it almost feels like you’re a different person. I think we’re remembering this differently, so let me tell you what I saw. You liked it, every fucking thing we did yesterday, Matt, you can’t even deny that. I remember all of it. You want this as much as I want you.” His voice dropped lower. “Don’t you?”

Shifting my gaze back to him, I worked the lump that had lodged in my throat. Scenes from last night replayed in my head, making my face burn.

He was right.

This pull between us was dangerous. Reckless. I’d woken up this morning tangled in confusion, trying to convince myself it could never happen again. But deep down, I was lying to myself. The thought of Kevin walking away, of never feeling his touch again, left an ache in my chest that was getting hard to ignore.

I couldn’t fight this anymore.

Not after the lines we’d crossed. Not after everything we did last night. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to him. To his confidence, that bratty yet self-assured charm. Being near him made the safe walls I’d built around my heart feel smaller and thinner. He made me believe that maybe, just maybe, the fire wouldn’t destroy me this time.

I was tired of pretending I didn’t want him. And I would hate myself more if I let him walk away.

My resolve crumbled with each breath as my chest rose and fell.

“I do.”

Kevin’s face lit up like a bulb. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him. “Then why should we allow a bunch of rules to get in our way, hm? Why can’t we explore this... See if it can become something more?”

A shiver went down my spine when his gaze dropped to my lips. There was heat in his eyes. Intent. It hit me then that this had been his intention all along. To make me his, and to make me accept what I wanted. Him.

“Fine.”

His grip tightened. “Just fine?”

“We can... keep this arrangement going. I want to keep it going.”

I didn’t refuse it when he pressed his lips against mine. And just like that, it was last night all over again, when I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. His teeth sank into my bottom lip as he let out a groan. My muscles tensed, a flurry of sensations shooting straight to my cock. I pressed into him for relief, and he turned our bodies, pressing me against the island. My breath came out in short gasps when he slipped his hand into my pants.

“Kevin,” I moaned when his fingers wrapped around my cock.

“How long have you been this hard for me? Hm? Since we ate? When I went to get dressed?”

“Since I woke up.”

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath before tugging my pants down and getting on his knees. His warm breath ghosted over my length and I gripped the edge of the island. A gasp slipped past my lips when he took me in his mouth, and my head tipped back as he sucked my cock into his moist heat.

I looked down at him and our eyes locked.

There was a promise in the way his eyes spoke to me as he took me deeper, a silent reassurance in the most tender way he could deliver it. We’re going to be okay.

His teeth grazed my length and my thighs shook. He hummed around me, and the vibration sent me over the edge.

“Kevin.” I choked out his name, my body jerking as pleasure crashed over me in violent waves. My knees gave out, and I doubled over him, trembling as I spilled into his mouth with a strangled cry.

This was addictive. This was more.

But it wasn’t just that.

Kevin and I... we fit together in a way that I didn’t fully comprehend. Letting him go would’ve been the right thing to do, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

That left me with one choice . . .

I’d have to find a way to do the right thing to keep him.