thirsty for mcu men

Tom woke groggily to the sound of his alarm going off. He slowly pushed himself off his bed, fluffed his hair in the mirror, and threw on a random t-shirt that was on the ground. He checked himself out in the mirror and called it good. Early morning classes were Tom’s least favorite thing the maybe ever exist in this world. Whoever thought of such a thing should be banished to the pits of hell. His first class of the day went as expected; slow and somehow even more boring than usual. He realized that his next class was with Professor Evans, quickly turning his exhaustion into excitement.

Tom may or may not have like the biggest crush on Professor Evans. I mean how could you not? He’s funny, he’s charming, and he fills out the suits he wears each day. Tom can’t help but to take a peek or two at his professor’s ass each morning. His ass, his bulging biceps, his nipples, his di- You get the gist. Tom walked into Evans classroom, waving good morning at his professor. Evans waved back and smiled at Tom.

Chris has had many students, but none like Tom. He couldn’t even count the amount of times he’d lost his thought process because he was too busy checking Tom out. He loved Tom’s jawline and the way his ass filled out the pairs of shorts he would frequently wear. It drove Chris insane that he couldn’t have that ass. Or could he?

Class went as usual, Evans lectured, Tom looked Evans up and down over and over. Chris seemed the notice Toms gaze and smirked at Tom. Tom blushed and quickly turned to his friend, trying to act as inconspicuous as possible. He could feel Chris’s eyes still on him as he slowly tapped his foot trying to make it stop. Chris’s eyes on Tom made him grow a hard on in his shorts. Tom bit his nails trying to make it go away as soon as possible.

“Mr. Holland, am I boring you?” asked Chris, interrupting his lecture. “It seems as if your finger nails have more importance than this class. Is that true?” Chris tilted his head waiting for an answer.

Tom hated his professor in this moment. How dare he call him out in front of his peers. “Uhm.. no sir, sorry.” Tom took his hands away from his mouth and looked back at the board to continue with the lecture.

“How about you stay after class so we can chat, okay?” Chris seems angry. Tom didn’t know weather to be scared or excited. Time moved as slow as ever, but when the class finally ended, Tom grew a pit in his stomach. What could his professor want from him? He was the one who had made atom nervous in the first place with that stupid smirk. That stupid smirk. Incredibly sexy, but stupid nonetheless. Tom slowly gathered his things and shuffled towards his professors desk. He didn’t know what to say so he offered a gentle grunt of acknowledgment.

“So Mr. Holland.. What seems to be the issue here exactly? You seem to get distracted quite often in my class. Is there a reason for this or are you just easily distracted?” Chris again did the head tilt, waiting for a response.

Tom knew exactly why he was distracted but how was he ever supposed to tell his professor the truth. He’d think he was crazy.

“Uh sorry Mr. Evans, i just keep losing focus i’m not really sure why.” That was a lie.

“Well Mr. Holla- Tom. Can i call you Tom?”

“Yes that’s alright.”

“Tom.. look if you want to pass this class you’re gonna have to pay more attention. If not i’m gonna have to drop you from this class and I really don’t want to punish you like that.” The word punish coming out of his professors mouth made him think about unspeakable things. Without even realizing, Tom got hard again. He shifted his weight trying to make it go down, but it was no use. Chris looked down then quickly back up, pretending he didn’t notice the massive bulge in his students shorts.

Tom just shook his head, not entirely sure what he should say or do.

“Okay, you’re free to go. Just wanted to help you out a little. Tom sighed out of relief and quickly shuffled towards the door. “Oh and Tom?..”

“Yes?” Tom glanced back.

“You ever get a boner in my class again and there will be consequences.”