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Mile High Club

Atticus dropped the keys in a small dish beside the front door, shrugging off his winter coat and scruff. The man smiled to himself when seeing Derek still nestled on the couch in the same state he left him in. “You’re actually studying?” he teased, leaning over the back of the sofa only to press a kiss to the boys’ crown. Slowly closing the textbook that laid open and set it aside. Atticus just gazed down at Derek, fingers brushing back through his hair while admiring him. 

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Text from Derek: Hey Elias. So I bought a cock ring and I thought of you. Like from our last time together. If you want to show me how this works ;)

It didn’t take the professor long ot lock up his flat and head out. The drive ot the bar seemed the longest, or maybe, it was the hassle of trying ot find a parking spot. Atticus stepped into the bar, looking around for the young boy. Long legs carried him in stride when spotting Derek back in the corner. The man had dropped couple bills fora tip onto the counter. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

Atticus looked over at the boy, studying his slouched posture as Derek was studying for an exam. The man turned back to the stove, preparing dinner for that evening. Busy slicing various kinds of vegetables for a stir fry. This had been bothering him all day, and it just needed to get off his chest. With a soft sigh, he turned to the boy. “I’ve been thinking of transfering schools. Keeping this lowkey.. I just-- I would feel better working at a different college, so we don’t have to hide this.”  He explained.

For the second time that morning, the buzzing of his alarm clock woke him but this time Atticus chose to actually stir from bed instead of ignoring it. Gingerly propping himself up on an elbow, scratching at the unruly and curly hair on top of his head. The man looked gazed softly at Derek beside him surprised that neither alarm woke him. “Wake up, Sunshine-- back to school for us,” he whispered, pressing a kiss just to his ear. When hearing a groan from the boy, and watching him turn over only made him smile. “I will give you another five minutes, and you better be up when I get back.”

Text: Papa <<>> Son