many answers

Sebastian sighed. What kind of drug pusher didn’t have a stash readily available? Luckily for him, he had enough to ration until then – it would just be a bit of a pain in the ass for him to do so. “I guess tomorrow can work,” he said, “Ask for more of what? ‘Cause money’s never an object for me, but if you want some sort of favor - it definitely depends on what it is.” 

Floyd needed ahead notice to get his supply. It wasn’t his primary source of income and he didn’t regard it as such. He knew how slippery of a slope that could be. He was a teacher first and foremost. A dealer second. Sometimes it seemed like his “clients” assumed he was swimming in the stuff based on how they regarded him.

Sebastian was starting to doubt the rumors about the teacher were actually true. He seemed way to clueless about what he was talking about to really be the one that Sebastian was looking for. Though, his only other reference was the stoner who lived down the hall from him, so he might be looking in the right direction after all. “I’ll take anything right about now. I usually discuss pain management with someone in my dorm, but he’s home on holiday right now. So, you’ve got me here with not a lot of options.” 

Floyd knew there were rumors about him around campus, but he enjoyed a certain level of plausible deniability from his lowkey nature that meant he wasn’t confronted by it so often, much less in his own office. This was the last place he wanted to hold his non-academic business dealings.

Sebastian bit back a laugh, shaking his head before answering the other man. “No, I don’t need mental health help. Wow. Do I look that bad?” he joked, “Maybe a little bit disheveled, but at my wit’s end? I think that’s pushing it.” He allowed the smile to rest on his face for a few more moments before pressing his intended issue with the other. “I fell a few weeks back while working with my trainer and can’t really take any time off, so I was hoping for some help with the pain management.” 

Floyd was quiet and unassuming enough for most to overlook him, particularly his “extra-curricular” activities. Particularly his side hustle of selling prescription drugs to people, sometimes his own students. Despite popular belief, teaching didn’t exactly pay the big bucks; he knew someone who could hook him up with pills and fell into selling them for his personal gain. It was bad, sure, but it wasn’t murder. At least not intentionally.

Julian wished other educators were like Floyd, not just because he was really nice to look at but because he truly cared. He was extremely bright, and knew exactly what he was doing, so it actually got Julian excited to research things for his papers. “Thanks, it sort of just came to me but I’ve been bouncing too many ideas to actually find a solid plan to get started on this.” he sighed before the man gave him an idea he could drawn. Julian made an oh face and almost jumped at the chance to hug the man but he contained himself. “In current times that is a higher possibility since the pagan and witchy do tend to attract lgbtqia+ individuals since they can find community and spirituality where they couldn’t elsewhere. This is actually really cool. I know like a little bit about this already, but I’ll be sure to get my work done. Thanks, you’re a life saver.”

A lot of Floyd’s job involved helped guiding students to do their best work, and he knew that his suggestion for Julian would surely be a big help to him. Sometimes all it took was a little nudging.

“I -uh.” Noah raised the book he was holding, like it was some kind of explanation on why he was there. Cultural Anthropology by Schultz and Lavenda was one boring ass book in Noah’s opinion but given that his As on his classes is the only reason his parents lets him be, at the moment, he needs to make sure to ace all of them. “I’m actually running out of ideas on my term paper. Wondering if you can point me to any more books that discusses the caste system.”

Floyd observes the book in Noah’s hands, nodding in recognition. Noah must have been at a loss at coming up with a topic for his paper based on that alone; it was a boring text. But it was also a very informational one that contained lots of potential for a paper, so that’s why Floyd assigned it to students.

“I know, but I just– feel like I’m being annoying whenever I ask. Some of my professors say I should try and work at a more diligent pace with the others.” What remains of Leo’s smile twists a bit. Although, Floyd’s next words perk him up a bit. “…Yeah?” He sighs softly, visibly a bit relieved. “Okay– yeah! That sounds great.” The theater student chides, shifting to lean against a desk as he grips onto the strap of his designer satchel bag hanging from his shoulder. “Do you… have a copy, now?”

“You’re not annoying to ask for anything, I promise you that. Any professor who rebukes students aren’t good at their jobs, at least I don’t think they are,” Floyd says, reaffirming Leo’s right to be there in his office. Teaching was something Floyd took very seriously, as anybody who knew him could attest to.

Though there was no real need for Sebastian to utilize the professor’s time as a teacher, he did find himself heading to his office hours for a different kind of assistance. Sebastian had intentionally come towards the end of the time slot, not really planning on staying all that long. “I won’t take up much of your time, I promise,” he said, leaning slightly against the wall. “I heard that you might be able to help me with something not school related,” Sebastian led, not wanting to sound completely out of his mind if the rumors weren’t true. He had been getting pills from a friend on campus – but, decided to split up his providers to make it seem like less of a problem than it was becoming. “Do you think that’s possible?” 

Floyd was admittedly curious as to what Sebastian meant when he said he could help him with something not school related. His office hours were, of course, meant for academic purposes; what could Floyd possibly help his student with otherwise?

He didn’t know if his plow to seduce his professor was working but at least he was invited into the office. He stepped in with a slight nod to his head as he made sure to close the door behind them giving them a small amount of privacy in the office. He took a seat in the chair letting his bulge show off as he sat there. 

He didn’t know if his plow to seduce his professor was working but at least he was invited into the office. He stepped in with a slight nod to his head as he made sure to close the door behind them giving them a small amount of privacy in the office. He took a seat in the chair letting his bulge show off as he sat there. 

“I was actually wondering if there was any sort of extra credit i could ask for.” He spoke adjusting his body in the chair as he spoke. “I know i am not failing the class but i do have some assignments that have been turned in late that i know i could have got better marks if the deadline didn’t sneak up on me.” He looked at the older man with as much charm as he could muster. “So what do you say professor Willet?”

Floyd watches curiously as Mike closes his office door, wondering what he had to say to him that required some degree of privacy. The way he sat opposite him also didn’t go ignored, as he seemingly angled himself in a way that would call attention to his crotch, apparently bulging at the seems—

Floyd had to stop letting his imagination get the better of him.

When he noticed how Floyd was against the ropes, metaphorically speaking, Finn simply decided that the approach he had been taking was the best course of action. He spread his legs a little, showing off every inch and curve of his thick, lightly-muscular body; down to the curve of his crotch in the too-tight trousers, leaving little to the imagination other than how he’d managed to get through campus with no boxers on. 

“It’s just this course on power, authority and patterns of social organisation. I don’t understand why those with power are so often seen as evil or unjust when we as humans require law, order and structure to get anywhere.” It was likely growing evident just how much Finn already knew about the subject, especially with how rehearsed this all sounded. 

He paused, shifting his body slightly towards the teacher. “Don’t we all like a little power in our lives, Professor? Or are you the type that prefers having it taken away.” He smirked, offering a soft chuckle. 

“Metaphorically speaking.”

Finn was certainly a spritely fellow — a coquettish one at that. This wasn’t lost on Floyd, who was unfortunately not immune to his young student’s charms. He couldn’t help but notice the way he clearly liked showing off his body in the way he moved. But it had to be delusional for him to think Finn was trying to flirt his way into Floyd’s good graces...

Right?

“That’s an interesting perspective,” Floyd muses, trying his best to avoid staring at Finn’s full, meaty crotch, practically calling out to him on purpose. Then he smirks at Finn’s implication. “I don’t know what you mean by that, but no, I’m not necessarily a person who craves power or control. I suppose I do have some manner of authority as an educator, but that’s not why I chose this job. But the way you speak of it, I presume you like power and control, then? What does that mean to you, exactly?”

In response to Floyds initial words Finn could barely help himself, with a smile crossing his lips. “I knew you’d be here to help me, Professor.” His words were plain, but the way in which they delivered was sure to be received in a certain way; almost flirtatious. He stepped forward, offering the bitten apple for Floyds eyes to take in before he spoke again.

“I brought you an apple, as per custom, but I got hungry on the way here.” A pause, and he removed the remnants of liquid from his lips. “Always did have problems with not taking what I wanted.” And with that he shrugged, replacing his smile. “See, my problem is, Professor - I have a test with you on monday, but as hard as I study, I just can’t figure any of it out.” 

He bats his eyes, stepping forward and running a hand down onto the taller mans arm. Almost seductively. Almost. 

“You can help me, right professor?” 

It was odd - his voice sounded almost pleading, but his tone came out nearly as a command. 

“Well, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?” Floyd says, unable to shake the vague feeling that Finn was flirting with him. That could’t be the case, right? Floyd was surely projecting his lack of dating around much lately on his young, attractive student with the palpable sense of charisma.... right?

Floyd decided that was the case and tried to ignore it.

“Oh professor not only are you good at your job, but you really make this whole experience be not so terrible,” Julian giggled as he stepped inside, happily obliging the man to sit down. Floyd was one of the hotter professors at the school, and even though Julian wasn’t one to jump at an anthropology class, he found himself truly enjoying his time taking it. “Art student, we tend to paint some pretty pictures,” he teased. “I was either going by homosexuality especially in the states as a whole, especially poc, or going a bit farther back and going for witchcraft, expanding on the salem witch trials, tituba, and all of that. Plus I could also tie in Santeria, and the other types of pagan witchy religion and where they reside and are most prominent today in the usa.”

Floyd was sensitive to the reality that students often felt a disconnect with their teachers, and sought to ensure that nobody in his class room felt like they couldn’t ask him for help. It made for longer hours at times, sure, but that was part of the job, and he did like working at Kingston. Maybe more than any other institution before it, and enough to consider staying longer than he might otherwise.

Leo hesitates before padding into the room, gently closing the door. “W-Well, I wanted to ask you if I could move ahead to the next unit…” He shrugs a shoulder, thumbs twiddling. “If you wouldn’t mind providing me with the extra course work, I mean. I know this class isn’t my focus area, but— I don’t enjoy having idle hands.” Leo allows a bit of a nervous laugh to escape him as he wafts hair from his eyes. “I’m sorry, Professor— for moving too quickly, again.”

Floyd was surprised to hear that Leo wanted extra work. He couldn’t say he’d ever heard that one from a student. But then again, Leo was the kind whom Floyd found studious (over-achieving, even) so perhaps it was’t too unexpected.