toucha- toucha- toucha- touch me

Smirking at the moans from Milo, the teacher squeezed the younger man’s butt,  his cold hands feeling him up. One of his gloved fingers were pressed dangerously close to the student’s tight hole, letting him feel something. But Orion wanted him to practically beg him for it. As Milo kissed the Russian man, he only smiled under the hot water pouring around them. The teacher made a soft tutting noise, his bright blue eyes fixated on the young man between him and the wall. “Aren’t you a needy boy…? I don’t like sharing, Milo… Are you going to be mine?” he purred lowly, nipping at his lips teasingly. “Can you even handle that?”

Milo moaned even louder when the finger started teasing his hole. He’d never had someone touch him there, not even himself, and he started bucking wildly, unprepared for the sensation. His eyes popped open wide, and he looked down at Orion, unsure suddenly about what he’d gotten himself into. “I... What does- oh fuck- What... What do you mean yours, Sir?” he questioned. His body, however, didn’t stop its gyrations, and he pressed himself down, trying to rub himself against the man’s finger himself. 

“However, you want to address your past, that’s your choice. Believe me, as long as I’ve been doing this job, there’s almost nothing that will surprise me.”  He always kept an open mind when it came to meetings like this. Everyone’s lives are different and not every witch had the same kind of upbringing that he did. There was no such thing as a ‘nutcase’ when it came to this kind of thing. More often than not, the ‘nutcases’ are just witches with untapped potential.

He listened to Milo’s story and wrote down everything he thought was relevant. He wasn’t judgmental or looking down on the boy. That was his story and just from his body language, he could tell that it weighed heavy on his heart and his mind. “You don’t have to try and justify yourself to me. I’m not going to blame you for anything. My job is to help you get acclimated and to help you focus and control your powers, not judge you for your past.”

Milo nodded. He could feel the handsome headmaster’s sincerity, and it made him feel less tense. “I appreciate your kind words, Sir,” he replied. He looked around the room, and took a deep breath. “Well, the rest of the story is pretty simple. When the cops came, they didn’t understand what had happened. We told them we didn’t know, but they didn’t believe us. But the facts didn’t line up. We didn’t have any blood on us, and the knives were all covered in his blood. My fingerprints weren’t on them, and the angles didn’t work. The whole think didn’t make sense to them. 

“That’s when one of the officers took me aside, and told me he knew what happened. He could tell it was magic, and he told me he was a witch, as well. He helped sneak my mom and I out, with some sort of jedi mind tricks,” he added, chuckling sardonically. “From there, he took us to some house in L.A. We drove all night, and the next day. We spent about a week there, while he made some plans. And then he said he’d gotten approval to send me here, to learn my powers.”

Milo stood up, and moved around, his body still agitated enough that it was feeling fidgety. “I... I know it’s a lot to ask. And I really appreciate you saying you’re not gonna judge me, Sir,” he said, stepping up to the desk. “I just wanna make sure I don’t hurt anyone again. I’ll do whatever it takes, Sir. Anything asked of me, and I’ll do it.” He smiled, trying to show confidence in his promise.

“Fair enough,” Tucker Lee said, nodding as the other said that. “That still doesn’t explain why ya were so distracted at my class,” he said, as he pulled out a Tupperware with his lunch. He had scheduled this little meeting just right after their class, with was usually the time he took to have some lunch. But it was just a friendly chat, nothing stressful. “I know I’m not the most interesting professor to look at, but hey, I try,” he said with a chuckle. He then pushed the can of candy he had on his desk towards the other male. “Take one. And let’s start from the beginning if ya don’t mind. I don’t think I even know yar full name”

Milo took one of the candies, unwrapping it. He tried not to look at the professor, knowing the answer as to why he was distracted wasn’t exactly an appropriate one. He shifted his legs a little, hoping Professor Lee wouldn’t notice the actual issue; he was hard as a rock, because his teacher was gorgeous. He wasn’t ignoring Lee, he was paying too much attention. Not to what the man had been saying, but the way his body looked, how it moved, how his strong jawline was so masculine and attractive. 

He popped the candy in his mouth, trying to focus. “I-I’m sorry, Sir,” he began. “I promise I’ll do better next time. And... I don’t want you to think I wasn’t paying attention, Sir... I was just... Well. I won’t let it happen again, I swear,” he finished, finally looking up at the man, their eyes catching.

“Ah, yes. We have people all over that help keep a look out for potential witches. The faster that we can get to them, the better.” He knew the basic outline for what happened that brought Milo to the academy. However, it was always better to get the story from the words of the horse itself. He could tell that the events weighed heavily on the young man. It was often events and situations like his that cause the powers to manifest in a meaningful way. If you don’t have any connection to the magical world, you could potentially go your whole life with powers laying dormant and never realize it. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. Just take your time. I’m not going to pressure you if you don’t want to talk about it.”

Milo nodded. He took a moment to center himself, and think. “I suppose it’s like a band-aid, right?” he chuckled, sardonically. “LIke, I might as well just rip it off, and get it over with. And at least I can explain the weird ‘magic shit’” he added, making a hand gesture of quotation marks, “and you guys won’t think I’m some kinda nutcase.” 

He sighed deeply, again, and then sat up in the chair, focusing. “The short version of my life story is pretty simple. My dad never liked me. He was an asshole. I’ll never know why my mom married him, but she did, when I was a baby. He’s the only father I’ve ever known, and he was a dick the whole time.” 

He shifted in his seat, and looked the Headmaster in the eyes, his face hallowed. “But I swear to God... or like, whatever, I didn’t mean to kill him. Like, he comes home drunk as a fuckin’ skunk one night, and starts in on my mom from the moment he sees her. Yelling about the house being a mess. I come down.from my bedroom, and he’s swinging his hand, and next thing I know, she’s on the floor with a bloody lip!” He shrugged, fidgetting, and getting agitated. “I mean, what could I do? I had to stop him.”

Gordon had a file on all the students and teachers. They all got updated with time and new developments. Some only had a couple papers in their folder. Some had enough paper in there to warrant two hands to lift it out of the cabinet. He sat at his desk and waved his hand, using his power to open his cabinet and search through until he found the proper one. He brought it to himself and sat it down, opening it up to the only page in there. It was only the basics, nothing too fancy just yet. “Hello, Milo.” Once the other was seated and comfortable, he began his usual line of questioning. “So, how did you first here about our academy?”

“Well, uh, Sir...” Milo began, unsure of where to start. “I mean, you know about my... Accident. Right?” he asked, hopefully. He didn’t know if he had the strength in him yet to describe what had happened between him and his late stepfather. “Only, the guy, the policeman that told me about the Academy, he said he would have to let you guys know what happened. To me. Well, to my dad. Um. Stepdad, that is.” He began wringing his hands, a nervous tick he’d had for a while now. 

“I just... That guy, Lieutenant Fosterman, said that I was a witch? And that’s why I have these weird powers. And that you guys would be able to help me learn how to use them. So I uh. So nothing happens like. You know, Like what happened.” He sighed, deeply, drained of energry. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he said, slumping in his seat. “Its just... been a really rough couple of weeks.”

Out of the many ways the night could have ended, Orion certainly didn’t think it would have gone like this. At the soft ‘sir’ that came out again, the teacher easily caught Milo’s jump, holding him up as the young man wrapped his legs around the Russian’s waist. The teacher himself grunted at Milo’s own cock rubbing up against his abs and chest. “Milo…” Orion said carefully, trying to warn the younger man of this. It was just a rush of hormones and emotions, he tried to explain. But suddenly he felt the other’s lips on his own, full of deep, driven wanter, and the ice witch knew in the moment that the new student was going to be his and no one else’s. Growling into the kiss, there was a limiting factor that began to slip from Orion, and the teacher pushed Milo up against the wall, one hand easily maneuvering downwards to cup and push up the boy’s perky bottom. “I want to hear you say it,” he growled, nipping sharply onto his bottom lips as the kiss broke.

Milo moaned loudly as Orion began to aggressively take control. He pawed at the man’s back, as his own was caught against the wall, holding him easily. he could feel Orion’s hand on his ass, grabbing and groping. “Oh fuck, Sir,” he grunted, and then kissed Orion again, melting into the feel of the man’s teeth capturing his lip. “I.... oh gods... Please! Sir... Fuck me!” he cried, his voice desperate with need. “Please fuck me, Orion! Please, Sir!”

The teacher smirked a little as he listened to Milo, before watching the younger man begin to touch and feel up his body. It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar or unwelcome sensation, but it was one that Orion was still tense for regardless, which only made him flex his muscles a bit more. Moments like this, with physical intimacy… Orion rarely knew when to hold back, and once someone was his, he rarely let them go. “…It’s because of my magic too…” he murmured softly, reaching a gloved hand to gently cradle Milo’s face as the other was pushed against the wall next to his head. “…I thought you wanted to finish shower…” Orion mused at the lustful noise that slipped past his lips.

“I think I know what I want to finish... Sir,” Milo replied, emboldened by the man’s touch. He took a chance, and jumped up, wrapping his legs tightly around Orion’s waist, and holding onto the man’s shoulders. He ground his erect cock against the professor’s hairy, wet torso, gasping as the feeling of the man’s cool body. “Fuck,” he whispered. “That feels so... good... Sir,” he panted, as he rubbed himself against the other. “Sir... I wanna... I wanna...” and then he leaned in, kissing Orion, deep and unabashedly. 

Orion’s presence usually just reeked of cold, frosty air, so it was no surprise when he cause shivers around those near him. When Milo turned, the teacher was greeted with a rather surprising slap to his leg with the younger man’s lengthy hard-on. Orion himself didn’t even realize how much he had walked over until their packages were touching. Breathing heavily, the teacher grunted a bit, his own cock twitching a bit as Milo called him sir. “…And why might you be sorry…?” he murmured lowly, leaning in a bit more as he pushed Milo up against the shower wall, the hot water dripping down both of their bodies now. His own soap was sliding off of his body onto the younger man’s.

Milo groaned as their bodies were pressed up against each other. Orion’s body was cool to the touch, but the water was hot, giving an intense sensual feeling. “I’m um... not sorry... anymore. Sir...” he said, his voice slightly higher than before. He slowly raised his hands, touching Orion’s muscular torso, feeling the toned, tight build of the professor. “Why... Um... Why are you cold?” he asked, as his hands explored the man’s body. His cock throbbed against the man’s own much larger equipment. Every sensation was like electricity to Milo, and he groaned again, a lustful sound as he looked up to the professor’s dark eyes. 

“…I’m sorry?” Orion said quietly, turning to face Milo with a raised brow. The teacher was quite surprised at the boldness of the younger man; despite the boner and all, the Russian was trying his best to let him not feel awkward. And yet… here this was. There wasn’t much he could do when it came to Milo stammering either. The ice witch continued rubbing his chest with the soap, staring down the younger man curiously. It didn’t exactly make it better when the student himself began feeling himself up and stroking his cock.

“Milo…” Orion said lowly, his eyes flickering to the younger man’s ass. “…Is there something you wanted to tell me?” The Russian turned the water off of his shower, leaving behind only a rather soapy, sudsy body right next to the student. “You’re playing with something you don’t know how to handle with, right now…”

Milo heard the other’s shower turn off, and then Orion’s voice was right behind him. Even in the hot shower water, he felt cool air against his exposed ass, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He turned quickly, and his cock, very hard, and desperate for attention, slapped against the other man’s leg as he turned. He gulped, about to apologize, but then his boner was touching Orion’s own package, their bodies so close. His eyes grew wide with shock, and he slowly, fearfully, looked down at the thick meat Orion sported. He felt himself throb against the man, and he slowly raised his eyes back to Orion. “I... I’m... Uh... So... So sorry. Sir. Orion... Uh. Sir,” he stammered, terrified of offending the man with his shameful predicament.

Orion didn’t say anything, only stripping himself down and walking over to the showered right next to Milo. The older man was unaware of the younger man’s eyes roaming his body, attributing his stammering to just sheer nervousness and shyness that came from before his time at the academy. In fact, the Russian just began showering in silence, already letting the water roam over his body as he let his hair become wet. It was common practice for him, it seemed, to let the water be cold, preferably to match the temperature of his skin. Orion idly began rubbing himself down with soap, completely oblivious of what was happening right next to him.

At the question, he peeked open an eye at Milo before nodding. “Staff. Professor here. I’m Orion,” he finally said calmly, realizing he didn’t introduce himself to the student, despite him asking for the other’s ID. “You don’t always have to call me sir, you know. I don’t bite,” the Russian finished, his accent bleeding out a bit in his speech before resuming the lengthy soaping process.

“But what if I like being bit?” Milo replied, without thinking, his face under water for a moment. Then, turning quickly, his face suddenly bright red, he apologized. “Sorry, Sir! Um. Orion. Uh. Sir. I um. I didn’t mean that...” he said, his voice trailing off as suddenly he took in the full view of the older man naked, wet, and soapy. “I... ahh... um...” he tried to speak up, but couldn’t. He couldn’t stop staring as Orion’s hands rubbed soap across the man’s furry body, the white of the suds striking so dynamically against the man’s swarthy skin and dark hair. His cock went from plump to throbbing, as his own hands wiped across his torso unconciously. He didn’t even notice that he’d started slowly stroking his hard cock, staring at the man. 

Suddenly aware, he blinked, and turned, facing his embarrassment to the tiles of the wall. At least for a moment, just his pert ass was exposed, and not the rest of his shame. “What uh... What do you um... Teach, Sir? Um. Orion. Sorry.” 

“That’s what you’re here for. This is what we do at the academy.” It wasn’t until Milo pointed out his nakedness did Orion finally look down and acknowledge the younger man’s lack of clothing. The teacher noted that he was probably right in knowing that Milo had no idea what he was doing. He seemed too young to know about it anyhow. Taking a small whiff of the air, the Russian huffed lightly. “No… shower. Can’t have you walking around the academy smelling like that,” he said firmly. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to join as well though.”

The older man gestured towards Milo to re-enter the shower if he wished. The teacher began tugging off his own shirt, struggling a bit with the tightness of it. He pulled it clean off, before setting it in one of the open lockers. Orion didn’t care whether or not the younger man was staring; he had his fair share of stares from all his scars and body marks anyways.

Milo found himself glued to the floor for a moment, as the other man stripped his shirt off. He was built like a professional athlete. Thick muscles, all definied as if drawn on by an artist. He was hairy, a thick pelt covering his body. Milo found himself staring openly, as the blood in his body quickly found itself returning to his... center. He realized he was getting hard again, and slipped back into the shower, turning the water on. “You um... Of course you’re uh, welcome... I mean, You know. To um. To join me. I mean, to use the showers. Uh. Together...” he called back, behind him, stammering over his words. 

He sighed loudly as the hot water attacked his cooled skin, again. It felt incredible, and did nothing to stop his erection. But he didn’t care. The man hadn’t reacted to it before. He probably hadn’t even noticed. It’s not like every guy was gay, nor does every man check out other men’s dicks in the locker rooms. Milo, of course, couldn’t help it. But he tried to do a better job of hiding it than he had tonight. 

Orion was doing his best to ignore the bodily functions that were happening in front of him. Given that Milo was a new student, he didn’t exactly want to make the younger man more uncomfortable than usual. The Russian instead waiting patiently, only reaching a gloved hand forwards to wipe away the stray tear that fell down Milo’s face. “…Don’t cry,” he murmured, the air around him suddenly growing colder. It was an unfortunate side effect of the ice witch’s own expansive powers, but it made him just that much more reactive when he saw a young man like Milo crying.

“…Could you control it?” he asked calmly. Orion needed to know the extent of it before he could even begin processing what to do next. “That’s why you’re here. To learn. What happened before… it isn’t something you should blame yourself for,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I... I don’t know,” Milo replied honestly. “Its never happened before that night. My...” He trailed off, unsure of how much he should say. “I was very upset. My st- Someone was attacking my... A woman. And I wanted to stop them. And it happened on its own. That was a couple weeks ago.” He felt a chill in the room, and shivered, looking around. “Sir... Should I um... Should I not be in here?” he asked, looking back to the man with forlorn eyes. “It’s just that it’s a little cold and I’m... Um... Uh.” He glanced down at his body, and back up again. “I’m naked, Sir,” he finished, shyly. “It’s uh... I should finish my shower. I’m a little stinky from my workout. Um... Sir.”