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Copper was really turned on by the thought of Atticus as a professor and the student who might have tried to seduce him.  “Oh really?” he asked when the man said he’d be drooling over him.  “Is that so?  Would you have tried to make anything happen between us?”  The thought of that turned Copper on even more.  “If I were your student, I probably would have done anything I could to make you want me,” he told the man.  “I probably would have been hard during class everyday and would have had to jerk off afterwards.  Or maybe during if I were sitting in the back.  I’d make eye contact with you while I came.”

He loved the way that Atticus responded to the way he kissed him, the way he touched him.  It was such a turn on to Copper.  “I’m driving you wild,” Copper replied.  “I think you want me even more now that you know what I can do.  That’s how I feel about you at least.”  Copper had been thinking about Atticus since their night together, which was a little scary to be honest.  “You better hurry and get us to your place, or at least somewhere we won’t get caught,” Copper told Atticus, and then he wrapped his lips around the man’s cock as they drove.  He swirled his tongue around his huge dick, moaning around it.  Copper loved sucking cock, always had, especially one as magnificent as Atticus’s.

Atticus smirked, taking longer to answer Copper’s question. “I don’t think I could have resisted,” he cooed, smiling over at him. “Honestly, It wouldn’t have taken much..” He quirked a brow when hearing Copper, “You’d be that naughty,” he smirked more, “Just the thought of that is getting me hard... god, how I would have loved to fuck you on my desk... really would have given it to you.”

Believe it or not, this was his first time getting sucked off in a car while driving. It took a lot for Atticus to concentrate on the road ahead of him but the erotic noises coming from Copper only made it harder. At this point, the professor didn’t care if he got pulled over for speeding as he wanted to get home quick. “Fuck, Copper” he moaned, head tilting back against the head rest when waiting at a stop light. His hand came to rest on top of the boys’ dark curls, fingers gently soothing his scalp as it followed the motion of his head. “You’re so good at this,” Atticus breathed out, cock twitching more. It wasn’t long before he pulled up alongside the curb to the front of his house, letting out a long exhale. “Don’t stop--” he pleaded, “I’m close.... and once we get inside. I’m going to fuck you raw,” Atticus groaned, fingers curling into that head of hair. 

When he heard Atticus’s reply, Copper raised his eyebrows.  “I’m intrigued,” he told the man.  “Tell me more.”  Then he told the man, “I never had an affair with a current student, but there was a time just after finals were over when I spent a very long weekend with a student who’d just finished my class, and let’s just say I lost track of how many times we fucked.  It was a good weekend.”  Copper thought about that weekend wistfully, and then he started to feel a little somber, missing not that student or weekends like that but rather being a professor.  For just a moment, Copper let himself feel that sadness, but then he pushed it aside, not wanting to dwell on it, especially not in front of Atticus.  Hoping the man hadn’t noticed, Copper revealed, “I did have an affair with one of my teachers when I was in college.  It went on for most of my freshman year, and it wasn’t for grades - I didn’t need to do that.  It was just because he was hot as fuck.”  Then he smirked at Atticus, saying, “I guess I have a thing for professors, Professor,” winking at the other man.

Copper hurried out of the bar with Atticus, eager to get somewhere more private.  “Your place,” he told the man; Copper didn’t like the idea of letting someone barely more than a stranger know where he lived.  While Atticus seemed like a good guy, Copper hadn’t known him for long at all, and after Derek, he was extremely cautious.  Once they were in Atticus’s car, Copper kissed the older man back fiercely, moaning a little into his mouth, his dick rock hard and throbbing in his pants.  “I missed your everything,” he replied, pulling back a bit so he could look at the man, letting his hands run down his chest, over his arms, across his abs.  “I’d love if you just took me right here and now,” Copper told Atticus.  “But you’re right…we shouldn’t risk it.”  Really Copper didn’t want to get arrested and have his name and address in public record.  “There’s one thing I can do though,” Copper told Atticus as the man began to drive.  He leaned down and unzipped Atticus’s pants, freeing his cock and letting his hot breath ghost across the man’s impressive piece of meat.  “Do you want me to suck your cock while you drive, babe?” he asked, looking up at the other man and grinning.

Atticus sucked in a breath, chuckling as he shook his head. “It didn’t end well... I ended up being the heartbreaker,” he grimaced. “It wasn’t long after my divorce with my wife... I guess I was desperate and liked the attention?” He listened to Copper, quirking a brow as he chuckled softly. “If I were young and in college... having a young professor like you. I’d definitely be drooling over you,” he teased. It was nostalgic thinking back to when he was young, but also somber with the memory of his divorce. 

Still laughing, Copper replied, “Hey, I’m just teasing.  It’s okay if this is your happy place, despite that the fact that it’s dripping in Christmas.  All that matters is that it makes you feel better.  And that makes sense.  You don’t want your students hitting on you, at least not while they’re your actual students.  I remember what that was like, though I still went to the bar near campus because it was flattering if nothing else.  Plus they’re not your students forever.”  He added that last part with a wink, grinning at the other man.  Laughing at the man’s reply, Copper joked, “See, it’s people like you who have made it so I’ll never have another peppermint mocha latte again.  I used to like them, too.”  He pretended to be somber, but then Copper laughed again.  “How about the next time you come into the shop, I make you one on the house?  Sound good?”  Copper’s cock was throbbing in his pants by the proximity to Atticus’s hand, and he hoped the man would close the distance and grab his growing bulge.  “I appreciate that,” Copper admitted, thinking about his stalker.  He was still twitchy about things like that from other men, so he wasn’t sure how he’d react if Atticus were suddenly hanging around after their night together.  So maybe it was better that they’d run into each other serendipitously like this.  “I know you’re not a creep though,” Copper reassured the man.  “You’re a good guy, I can tell.”  Of course he’d thought that about Derek too, but Copper had been more trusting back then.  Finally Atticus grabbed his bulge, and Copper let out the tiniest of moans, thought he bartender still heard, looking between the two of them and smirking, winking at Copper.  Maybe he’d come back another time to see if the bartender wanted hear him moan even more, but right now Copper’s attention was on Atticus.  “Yes,” he replied breathlessly, leaning over to press a kiss to Atticus’s lips, not caring who saw; he’d never been shy about that, though he’d been lucky to live in more liberal, accepting places.  After downing the rest of his drink, Copper put some bills down on the bar and grabbed Atticus’s hand, pulling the man to his feet as well.  Then he practically dragged Atticus out of the bar, not caring that his erection was evident.  Let people look; let them see that Copper was about to have sex with this Adonis of a man.

Although they didn’t know each other that well, Copper felt sad when he heard Atticus’s reply.  He liked the man, and he hated the thought that he was having a hard time lately.  “This is your comfort place?” Copper asked incredulously, looking all around.  “This place that looks like Christmas exploded all over the room?”  He continued to glance around, he admitted, “I guess I see the appeal.  I’d probably enjoy it if I were in a different state of mind.”  As he listened to Atticus, Copper found himself wishing he could find a way to make him feel better, which surprised him; that wasn’t something he’d typically feel about guys who’d been one-night stands.  “I guess we’re both having a melancholy holiday season,” Copper stated, but then he added with a laugh, “The worst part is all the peppermint mocha lattes I’ve had to make.  I thought pumpkin spice season was bad…”  Again he laughed, though Copper knew he was just deflecting; he didn’t like people seeing him so glum.  Luckily that was when Atticus put his hand on his thigh, and Copper’s cock instantly sprung to life, swelling in his skinny jeans (which already left little to the imagination given his girth).  Resting his hand on Atticus’s, Copper moved the man’s further up his thigh, all the way to his groin, and then he let go to see what Atticus would do.  “Did you?” Copper asked, surprised.  “I thought maybe I’d see you in the coffee shop or something.”  Copper wouldn’t admit that he’d been hoping for that, but he did admit, “I’m glad I ran into you too, Atticus.  Really glad,” and then he winked at the man.

Copper downed the rest of his drink quickly before ordering another.  Hanukkah was hard enough to get through, but he knew Christmas would be even harder because even more people celebrated it.  All around him in this bar, people were celebrating the holidays, all of them happy, laughing, just enjoying their lives.  Usually in a bar you could spot someone having as bad of a day as you, someone just as unhappy, but tonight it seemed like Copper was the most miserable person here.  The bartender was cute enough though with a nice smile, so Copper briefly entertained the idea of picking him up, though his heart wasn’t in it.  Sighing again, Copper ran his fingers through his hair and was about to start searching his apps, desperate for a hookup to make his mind so blissfully blank.

But then Copper heard a familiar voice, one he hadn’t expected to hear.  Since their night together (and the following morning), Copper had thought about Atticus more than a few times.  While he didn’t want to make a habit of repeat hookups, there’d been something about Atticus that he couldn’t get out of his mind, and if Copper weren’t such a proud man, he would have sought him out.  But he hadn’t wanted to make the first move, plus he’d been afraid that he wouldn’t be able to cut it off at a two-night stand.  So Copper had just been hoping Atticus would come into the coffee shop sometime and initiate another encounter.  Perking up, Copper replied, “Atticus.  What a surprise,” and he couldn’t keep the smile from his face.  “It’s been awhile.  How’ve you been?”  Then he laughed, realizing, “You asked me that first.  Well, I’m great.”  Once again, Copper laughed, shaking his head.  “Okay, that’s not true.  I’m shitty, but there’s not much I can do about it.”  Although he was smiling, that was just a front; really Copper was trying hard not to break.  The bartender put down his second drink, and Copper took a big slug of it, trying to snap out of his funk.  Luckily he had a sexy as hell man to distract him, and he openly checked Atticus out, biting his lower lip.  “You look good, Atticus.  Really good.  Fuck.”  Dirty thoughts were rushing through his head.

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“The older man frowned, “I haven’t been that great either but here I am... this has been my comfort place for the last couple weeks. This and at home on the couch watching hallmark movies with Luci. It’s actually kind of sad,” he chuckled, the corner of his lips not quite reaching up to his eyes as he smiled over at Copper. Atticus couldn’t help but chuckled from Copper’s reaction, smirking as he gently knocked his knee against the others before reaching out to smooth his hand up the man’s thigh. “You look really good as well, Copper. I’m glad that I ran into you... ” he asked, squeezing his thigh playfully.  Atticus chewed on his lip for a moment, leaning closer as he rested an elbow upon the bar. “Kind of missed you,” he murmured. 

Nodding, Copper confirmed, “I would have.  I mean, have you seen yourself?  You’re super hot, Atticus, as the very satisfied noises I just made in your bedroom should have made abundantly clear by now.”  Surprised, he asked, “It’s turning you on?”  Copper liked that, and he decided to tease the other man a little bit.  “Just imagine me at home in my bed, lying naked on top of it, hands running down my sides, eyes closed so I can imagine each touch is from you.  Jerking my dick while fingering myself, imaging you plowing me.  Does that sound hot to you still?”  As he said these things, Copper felt himself getting even more turned on, his cock leaking against the fabric of Atticus’s pants.  “Everything?” Copper asked, and that made him smile.  The fact that he could have such an effect on this incredibly sexy man made him feel like the hottest guy.  “Nah, I’m not,” he downplayed the compliment, though he was still blushing when Atticus kissed him.  “Mmm, I love the thought of you leaking into my underwear.  I might have to hold them against my face while jerking off thinking about you later.”  Copper hastily finished his meal, coughing a few times, and then he smiled at Atticus and said, “All done.”

“It is turning me on,” he stated, gaze darkening as he listened to the barista. Atticus could feel his cock twitching at the thought, earning a low throaty growl from him. “Very,” his nostrils flared, taking a lot not for him to get up out of his seat and waltz right over to Copper. “There you go again,” he mused, “But, now, I’ll have my own pair to hold against my own face while jerking off to the thought of you,” Atticus wagged his brows, teasing him. “Wow,” Atticus shook with laughter when watching Copper scarf down his meal with no hesitation. “You’re adorable,” he grinned, shaking his head as he pushed up from his seat and sauntered over to him. The professor reached out to gently swipe a thumb over the boys’ button lip, leaning down to plant a soft kiss against them. The taste of pasta lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, pulling the chair out away from the table before Atticus moved to straddle Copper on the chair. “Feel how drench I am in your boxers?” He cooed, pressing his erection against the others. 

“The best you’ve ever had, sir,” Copper replied cheekily.  “I can promise you that.”  He could feel the older man becoming hard from his touch, and it made Copper feel so sexy to know that he was having such an effect on a man as hot as Atticus.  “Sometimes you have to play dirty to get ahead,” Copper teased before giving Atticus another dirty kiss.

Nodding, Copper responded, “I would have.  Honestly if you’d turned me down, I’d have either tried to find a guy similar to you or jerked off imagining…well, the things we actually just did in your bedroom probably.  Though the real thing was of course much better than any fantasy could ever be.”  Smiling, Copper agreed, “It has been.”  For the first time in awhile, he was feeling comfortable after a one-night stand, though he was resolute that it would remain that way (or maybe a two-night stand).  “About that age,” Copper answered, and he was being honest.  “That makes you 20 years older than I am.  Is it weird that that really turns me on?”  While Copper didn’t exclusively go for older men, he couldn’t deny how the age difference was making him feel right now.  It made this all feel a little dirty.  “Threesomes can be fun,” Copper told Atticus, “but sometimes they’re too complicated.  The only time they’re really simple is if you’re a submissive bottom because you’re basically there to please, and that’s not my thing.  Well…not usually at least.”  As he said this, Copper gave Atticus a mischievous little smile but didn’t elaborate.  As he ate, he commented, “This is the second best thing I’ve had in my mouth tonight,” and he could barely swallow his mouthful before he began laughing hysterically.  Atticus had him in a really good mood.

Atticus bit down on his plump lip, smirking over at Copper. “You... would have jacked off to the thought of me,” he quirked a brow, quite curious at that sight. “That may be but.... the thought of you jacking off while thinking of me... it’s really turning me on,” it was obvious by the visible hardening tent in the briefs that he wore. “It would be enjoyable you watching do that too,” he cooed. The drink that Copper made was nearly polished off, it was good for his first time trying the cocktail. It paired well with the pasta he made too. “That’s not weird at all.. everything about you so far has been on huge turn on for me,” the professor admitted, twirling the pasta around on his fork as he listened to the other. All he did was quirk his brow, smiling over at Copper. When hearing the boys’ comment, watching him burst out in laughter. “You’re way too adorable,” Atticus leaned across the table, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. “You better hurry up and eat because I’m not sure how much longer I can go like this... I’ve been practically leaking this whole time,” he teased.

Yeah, Copper was super into this roleplay, and he was rock hard again despite the incredible sex the men had just had.  “I guess I’m a teacher’s pet,” he replied, grinning at Atticus.  “Always wanting to please my teacher,” he added, again squeezing the older man’s bulge.  “I’ll prove to you that I deserve top marks, sir,” Copper said, and then he leaned in and kissed the man, tongue in his mouth, hand still gripping his bulge.

The way that Atticus kissed his blushing cheeks was actually quite sweet, and it made Copper smile even though part of him knew that was dangerous.  This was not like his typical one night stands at all.  Usually they fucked and then either fell asleep before one of them went home or just left right after.  But this was different, and while Copper genuinely liked it, he was a little angry at himself for letting it get to this point.  But the food was made, and Copper wasn’t strong-willed enough to end the evening yet.  Sitting down in the chair, Copper remarked, “What a gentleman you are,” smiling at the man.  “Well I had to shoot my shot, didn’t I?” he said.  “I mean, I saw you and knew I had to try.  I’d have regretted it if I didn’t.”  Hearing Atticus compliment him made Copper blush again, but this time for a different, better reason.  “Dark and broody, hmm?” he commented.  “I haven’t gotten that before, but you’re not wrong.  I’m glad you think it’s sexy.  I guess other guys do too.”  Honestly Copper was rarely turned down by guys he met at bars and clubs (at least the ones who were into men, though Copper was pretty good at being able to tell which ones those were), and he never had any trouble on Grindr, so he figured he was giving off something that guys were into.  “It definitely worked out for me tonight.”  Laughing, Copper replied, “You’re not that old, Atticus,” and then he paused, asking, “Actually, how old are you anyway?”  Thinking about it, Copper said, “That would be fun, though it defeats the purpose of you cruising for eager guys since I’ll be there, and you already will know you’re not going home alone…unless you’re thinking of getting a guy to join us, which I would be down for.  It’s been awhile since I’ve had a threesome.”  After plating some of the food, Copper took a bite, and he actually moaned - just a little.  “This is so good,” he said, “especially since it didn’t take long to make.  I think my Italian dads would approve.”

“What a good teachers pet you’ll be,” Atticus cooed, groaning against his lips as he kissed Copper back. The more he squeezed at his cock, the harder it became. It only earned another groan from him. “This isn’t very fair,” he grumbled, chuckling against his lips.

“You would have regretted it?” he asked curiously. “If you hadn’t but saw me another time, would you try again?” Atticus questioned. “I’m glad you took the shot... this night has been great.” The man wondered why he never stumbled into the coffee shop before, he knew that Copper hadn’t been here long. Maybe there was a reason they didn’t meet until now, whether it was fate or a coincidence. The man wasn’t about to Copper his inner thoughts for all this could be is a one night stand. He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m forty-eight,” Atticus answered, “How old did you think I was?” he quizzed. When hearing Copper mention a threesome had him quirking a brow. “I’ve never had a threesome,” the professor said honestly. The thought was quite exciting but he didn’t know if he wanted his second meeting with Copper to be a threesome. “Is it really?” Atticus said, relieved. “I’m glad to hear that. This is one of my top dishes,” he teased. 

This whole professor/student thing was really doing it for Copper, and he happily played along.  “You know it, Professor,” he replied, hand still on the older man’s bulge.  “I’m going to work very, very hard to please you.  I want a good grade, after all; I want to be the best student you’ve ever had.”  Copper was confident in his sexual ability, and he hoped he could blow Atticus’s mind like no one else had.

Copper rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly.  It really had been a lame joke, but at least Atticus appreciated it.  “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see if I’m a funny guy,” he responded.  Copper didn’t know if people generally thought that.  He was a fun guy, that he knew.  Before Derek had ruined his life, he’d had a lot of friends and was always going on adventures and having fun with them.  But was he funny?  Copper supposed he would have to wait and see too.  He had to admit that he liked that this wasn’t a regular thing Atticus did.  “So what was it about me that made you want to bring me home with you?” he wondered.  Was it just because Copper seemed easy (and he was)?  Or was it something more?  “I’m not sure,” he replied honestly.  “I haven’t lived here for very long.  I know of a few places though, but lately I’ve been using Grindr to find guys.  I can’t have seen you there because I know I would have hit you up.”

“Good,” Atticus cooed, “That’s what I like to hear. You’re a very bright student, Mr. Rossi. I know that you have a lot of potential,” he was practically purring to him. “Show me just how much potential you have and I’ll give you the best grade out of all the other students.”

Atticus grinned when seeing that blush, leaning him to press a kiss against those tinted cheeks. “I think it’s ready,” he reached to turn off the burner, grabbing plates from a cupboard up above before dishing them each a portion. Taking the plates and carrying the over to the dining table, pulling out a chair for Copper. “It could be that you weren’t ashamed of flirting with me, and you happened to rescue me from out in the freezing rain. Or, that you’re insanely attractive... you’re kind of dark and broody which just adds on to your level of attractiveness. You’re very interesting Copper... I’m glad it happened to be that particular coffee shop I stumbled into tonight,” he smiled over at him. Atticus chuckled softly, “Yes, that’s right. Forgive me.. I’m forgetful in this old age,” he teased. “Maybe, you can take me to one of them... that can be our night out to drink and get drunk together.”

Smirking at the older man, Copper said, “Like I said, show me what you’ve got, sir,” really playing up the whole professor thing. “I’ll prove that I’m the best student you’ll ever have.” He squeezed Atticus’s bulge one more time, adding, “Now that I’ve climbed Everest, I think I’m addicted to the rush.” Part of Copper was worried that one more time wouldn’t be enough, but it would have to be, and he’d worry about that later. When Copper saw what Atticus was making, he asked, “Are you making it with meat? Because there’s only one kind of meat I put in my mouth.” Then he chuckled, asking, “Have I made that lame joke already tonight?” He couldn’t remember. As he stood there watching Atticus cook, their shirtless, nearly naked bodies pressed against each other, Copper felt very comfortable. “So is this a thing you do?” Copper asked the man. “Picking up eager young sluts and taking them home to defile them? Because you could do this regularly since, you know, you’re absolutely hot as fuck.”

He quirked a brow when hearing Copper call him sir, it made his thick cock twitch. “Is that so....are you going to put in your work to earn that extra credit we talked about,” Atticus smirked, pressing back against him. 

Atticus snorted, shaking his head at the joke. “You’re cute,” he mused “and no, you haven’t. I hope that’s not the only joke you have up your sleeve,” he teased. When the water was rapidly boiling, he tossed in the pasta before starting to cook the chopped pancetta. It felt good having the younger man there, he didn’t have to worry about putting up a guard around Copper. “A thing,” the professor repeated, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s not something I do regularly,” he admitted. “You think so? Well, maybe, I’ll look more into it,” Atticus mused lightly. “Any hot spots I could hit up?”

“Oh you most definitely did,” Copper replied, smirking at the other man. “You handled me very well in fact.” Eyebrows raised, Copper was intrigued. “Oh really?” he asked. “So you’re saying you can do better?” A devilish grin crossed his face, and Copper said, “I guess you’re going to have to prove that, aren’t you? Show me what you’ve got, Professor.” Copper knew whatever Atticus threw at him, he could handle it, and it would probably make for an amazing time. Giving Atticus’s bulge another squeeze, Copper replied, “No, trust me, you’re definitely the full package.” He really meant that too. Atticus was hot as hell, smart, kind, and definitely knew how to fuck. If Copper were looking for a relationship, this was where he’d start. He grinned at Atticus, pointedly rubbing himself even more and winking at the man. “I’m very naughty. You’re going to have to punish me later,” he countered. Atticus had said he could get a drink, so he went over to where the liquor and mixers and such were and made them both a drink. “Here, try this,” he said, handing Atticus the glass. “It’s a Malibu Bay Breeze, my favorite.” He took a drink and put his arm around the man’s shoulder, watching him cook.

“I can do much better,” Atticus cooed, winking at the younger man. He wanted Copper to anticipate for what was to come during the rest of dinner. Mostly, the older man wanted to make him squirm as much as he could. “And, I’m not worried about disappointing either.”

“Copper,” he whined lowly when his packaged was squeezed again. “If you keep doing that,” Atticus let his words trail off, giving him a playful but stern look. “You’re such a tease, it’s not fair,” Atticus chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.” The man couldn’t help but wonder what his wife thought of him. If she ever thought of him as the full package? Or, maybe, she did back when they first got married but lost interest in him after all their years together. “Oh, don’t worry, I will definitely be doing that.” He watched as Copper disappear over to the bar cart as he turned back to the stove. “I hope you like carbonara... it’s one of my favorites,” the professor exclaimed, salting a pot of water as it started to boil. The dish was easy to make and didn’t take long at all to cook.. Atticus took the drink from the younger man when he offered it, lifting it up to take a small sip. “It’s good,” he hummed, smiling fondly as he pressed a chaste kiss to the man’s cheek. “It shouldn’t be long before it’s done.”

Copper knew he’d opened himself up to this question, and he faltered slightly.  “I…uh…” he stammered, unsure of how to respond.  But then he decided to relent, saying, “Yeah, probably.  I definitely enjoyed our night together, and it’s not over yet.”  While Copper had no intentions of this becoming more, he knew he wanted to see Atticus at least one more time.  The man’s dick was just too incredible to pass up, plus Atticus was possibly the hottest man he’d seen since coming to Portland.  “I guess that means you’re going to have to get me drunk,” Copper laughed.  “I hope you can handle me though because as horny as I am sober, it’s nothing compared to me drunk.”

While Copper was listening to Atticus, he was distracted by just how fucking hot the man was.  Seriously, he hadn’t realized men like him existed.  “Sexy and assumedly a good cook,” he said.  “And smart too.  You’re the full package, aren’t you?”  As he said this, Copper’s hand squeezed Atticus’s bulge, adding, “The full package in every way.”  While Copper wanted to go right for round two, his stomach growled, and he had to admit that he was hungry.  “Alright, I’ll behave…for now,” he decided, sitting down and watching Atticus.  “Somehow even watching you cook is turning me on.  I feel like a horny teenager right now,” Copper said, absentmindedly palming himself as he watched Atticus cook.

“I think I handled you pretty well sober,” Atticus hummed, smiling over at him. “But, if you thought that back there was the best I can give.. sober? Well, I guess I’ll have to show you just how much I can.” He teased. “And, even more, when I’m drunk.”

Shaking his head, Copper lied, “I don’t really either.” That was not the truth at all. On the contrary, Copper - while not an alcoholic - got drunk regularly, though it was only with other people as opposed to by himself at home…well, for the most part at least. A smirk on his face, Copper responded, “Didn’t I just get lucky?” winking at Atticus as he did so. Shrugging, he went on, “I guess you’ll have to see for yourself,” finding it strange that he was even vaguely referring to future interactions with the man. Maybe that dick had just been that good. Copper wasn’t sure, but he already knew he wanted seconds. Nodding with a devilish glint in his eyes, Copper confirmed, “I sure do, if you can believe it. Now that’s something I think you’d really like to see. Maybe you will sometime.” Again, Copper wasn’t sure what had come over him, but he just went with it when he looked at how fucking hot Atticus was in his briefs (hotter than he was already that is). Pressed against the counter, Copper moaned against Atticus’s lips as they kissed, his cock already starting to swell again. “Fuck, how can you turn me on so much?” he pondered, feeling a bit breathless after that kiss. Watching Atticus don the apron, Copper was thinking the very thing that Atticus gave voice too. “I would,” he confirmed, not bothering to deny it, “but this is hot too. I like seeing you all domestic.” Walking up behind the older man, Copper pushed his underwear down just pat his firm ass, grabbing handfuls of it as he leaned in and kissed Atticus’s neck. His hands moved around underneath the apron, sliding up and down his body, and then one slid down into his underwear to grab his huge cock. “I can’t believe I had this inside me,” he said, stroking it slightly. As he watched Atticus cook, Copper wondered, “Is this something you do a lot? Picking up horny guys and fucking the cum out of them?”

“I don’t know... what do you think?” Atticus teased. If anyone was lucky, it was him. He really did feel lucky to have met Copper. Everything felt so surreal. “So, does this mean, we’ll meet again?” He questioned cautiously. Atticus didn’t want to get his hopes up but he was already looking forward to seeing the younger man again. The older man couldn’t help but smirk, “Oh, I really would like to see it.”

When he heard Atticus’s reply, Copper smiled.  “Well…thanks,” he replied, feeling a little awkward; he’d never been good at taking compliments.  Surprised, Copper found himself hoping this wouldn’t be the last time with Atticus, and maybe it didn’t have to be.  Sure, he was usually all about one night stands, but maybe he could make an exception; maybe Atticus could be a two night stand.  He’d worry about that later though.

Thinking about it, Copper replied, “Probably in college now that I think about it, especially on the mornings after my frat would throw a party.  I would always get shit-faced those nights.”  He’d settled down a bit since then, but Copper still knew how to drink.  “I’ll admit, I kind of want to see what drunk Atticus is like,” Copper said, grinning at the other man.  “I swear, college professors always show a whole different side of themselves when they can cut loose and relax, especially while totally plastered.”  Smiling mischievously, Copper went on, “I wonder if you’re a horny drunk.  I know I am.”  And then he winked at the man.  Nodding, Copper confirmed, “Yeah, he is, and I do, so your pasta better measure up.”  Wearing Atticus’s underwear seemed to have the desired effect on the man, and he asked, “Do you think so?”  As he spoke, Copper turned around in a circle to show off all sides of himself in Atticus’s underwear.  And then the other man put Copper’s own on, and Copper moaned at the sight.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “You look so good, fuck.”  He stepped forward, reaching out to rub Atticus’s substantial bulge.  “You barely fit with this monster cock of yours,” Copper said, and then he leaned in and kissed the other man, his hand still on Atticus’s bulge, squeezing it slightly.

“Oh.. I don’t know. It’s not often that I get drunk anymore. Though, I’m not saying that it won’t happen. You just may get lucky,” Atticus winked. He tossed his head back in laughter, shaking his head. “Is that want you think so.... why because you were like that?” He wiggled his brows, playfully poking at Copper. It would be interesting to drink with Copper and now that only meant they had to see each other again to play this out. “Oh.. so, you get even more horny than you already?” He teased, “I’d like to see that.”

Atticus’ body jolted when Copper reached out to grope him. He chuckled against his lips, returning the kiss. “Are you trying to get me excited again... because it is working but there’s no need to rush, I do plan on having my way with you again before you slip out of my hands,” he teased, before reaching down to take the hand that was squeezing him so eagerly. The professor guided him towards the kitchen, pausing to press Copper up against a counter as he leaned in to capture those lips in a teasing breathtaking kiss. Atticus was finding it hard to keep his hands to himself. “Be good,” he teased lightly as he pulled away to start collecting the ingredients to cook the dish. “What’cha think?” He hummed, when tying an apron around his waist. “Though, I’d imagine you probably think I’d look even better without anything on underneath this,” Atticus mused. 

“It was a team effort,” Copper replied jokingly, laughing as he spoke.  Surprised by Atticus’s compliment, Copper grinned and said, “Thanks.  Do you really think so?”  He hadn’t heard that one before, and it might have sounded like just a line if it weren’t for the fact that Atticus seemed so sincere.  It did scare him a little bit that Atticus seemed to be getting attached, but that was a problem for future Copper to deal with.  Present Copper was just enjoying the affection and the desire Atticus seemed to be full of.  It was a nice change if he were being honest; it was nice being able to have a conversation after sex again rather than pretending to fall asleep and leaving once the other guy actually was.

Laughing, Copper asked, “Beer at breakfast?  Don’t you think breakfast is a little early for beer?  You are right about cold beer going great with cold pizza - or pizza in general - but I’ll save that for dinners of cold pizza rather than breakfasts.”  The way that Atticus ran his fingers through his hair was so sweet, and it made Copper smile.  Yeah, this was definitely not the norm for him.  “I love pasta,” Copper replied.  “One of my dads is Italian, so we eat it a lot.”  Talking about his family hurt, so Copper didn’t dwell on this, instead watching Atticus put his underwear.  Fuck, could he get any hotter?  Without replying to Atticus, Copper stood and walked over to the man as he picked up his cat, wrapping his arms around him from behind and sliding his hands down his abs as he lowered himself to his knees.  Grabbing the waistband of his underwear, Copper slid them back down, lifting the man’s legs one by one so he could stop out of them.  “I’ll wear these,” Copper said, putting Atticus’s underwear on instead, and then he found his own on the floor.  “Wear these,” Copper told the other man, adding, “And please, no shirt.  I don’t plan on wearing one.”  Standing there in Atticus’s briefs, Copper asked, “How do I look?  Do you like me in your underwear?”

“Yes, I do,” Atticus hummed as he leaned over to press a kiss to his shoulder. He wasn’t one to tell a lie. He wanted Copper to know just how much he really enjoyed their time together. It was something he didn’t want to end but knew it would have to eventually. And, if he ever saw Copper again, he’d be more than grateful but Atticus would take all that he could get at the moment. 

Copper knew he was good in bed, but it meant more coming from Atticus for some reason, and he smiled up at the man.  “You did most of the work,” he countered, though Copper then said, “Let’s just settle on the fact that we’re both awesome at sex.  Sound good?”  He laughed as he said this, feeling surprisingly comfortable there in Atticus’s bed despite the fact that he had just met the man.  And Copper laughed too when he heard the other’s stomach growling.  “It definitely sounds like you are,” he agreed, patting Atticus’s stomach playfully (and internally groaning at how firm his abs were; could this guy get any hotter?).  Although Atticus didn’t outright ask, Copper knew what he was getting at, and he hesitated.  This wasn’t his usual way of doing things.  Usually after sex he might cuddle for a bit, but then he’d leave, never to see the guy again.  But it was still early, so he supposed it wouldn’t hurt.  “Well I’m used to a high standard of cuisine, so you better measure up.  For instance, this morning I ate cold pizza for breakfast, so you can see I’m used to all the most luxurious things.”  And Copper laughed yet again; how was Atticus bringing out this playful side of him.  But he nodded, saying, “In all seriousness, yeah, I am.  I could eat.”

“Come on... that’s not all true,” Atticus mused, “I couldn’t have done my best if it wasn’t for you.... your voice is very beautiful by the way,” he teased. “It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed myself this much.” The man’s words were sincere, he really meant it. When Copper patted his stomach made him, he chuckled.

“You know what else goes good with cold pizza for breakfast? An ice cold beer,” he chuckled, “Talk about a breakfast for champions.” Atticus laid there a moment longer, admiring Copper as he reached out to card his fingers through his thick dark hair. “I hope you like pasta,” he mused, before pushing up from his spot on the bed. The older man took a moment to stretch out his arms above him, groaning lightly before turning to look back at him. “You want to borrow something?” he asked curiously, reaching down to find his briefs to pull them on before heading to his closet to find a shirt to wear. “There’s my girl,” Atticus cooed, stepping out with a white t-shirt on as he leaned down to scoop up the feline as he cradled her in his arms.