#teiubesc8

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"Steven, can I have a word?"

Steven halts in the door, gives him a funny look and tells Amy and Doug to go on without him. When the lab's empty he clicks the lock on, strides over to Brendan's desk, pulls himself up on top of it and swings his legs over to sit in front of him. "What's up?"

Brendan shuffles through his drawer and finds the stack of mock exams covered in his red markings. He says, gravely, "I wanna talk about your result."

Steven's face drops, "oh," then he recovers and plasters on something like fake nonchalant. "Suppose I failed, then?"

"Steven, Steven, Steven," Brendan tuts and he almost cracks, then, but pulls it back at the last second. He flicks through the papers until he finds Steven's, flips it to the top and tosses them onto the desktop, then he stands quickly, turns and pushes Steven back over the width of the top and climbs over him to straddle his hips.

He slips Steven's tie loose and works his buttons open, follows the path of his fingers with his lips against shivering skin. It's been almost a week since he's had Steven alone like this and his mouth waters, he tastes that sweet, hands tangling in his hair and soft sighs and Steven getting hard against him.

"How bad?" Steven asks and Brendan doesn't respond, just gets his last buttons open and lavishes attention across Steven's collarbone, the dip of his throat and across his chest. He presses his tongue softly against a nipple, closes his mouth and sucks lightly and Steven arches up, cries out, "ahh," when Brendan grinds him back down into the wood at his back.

"How do you think you did? Honestly?" he asks against Steven's skin, peers up at him and Steven shuffles up onto his elbows.

"Dunno, not well?"

Brendan nips him with his teeth and he yelps. "Liar."

"Alright, I thought I'd done okay."

"You didn't." He trails a wet path up with his tongue, sucks against Steven's throat and jaw. "You did really good."

It takes a second for Steven to take in the words and he pulls back abruptly to look Brendan, bemusedly, in the eye. "Seriously?"

Brendan grins at him, sits back over Steven's hips and hooks his fingers into Steven's fly, pulls at his button and zip until his pupils dilate and his eyelashes flutter. "Yup, you passed, got a B." He tosses Steven his exam, waits until he's got it held where he can read it and then curls his fingers around his dick and braces one palm low on his stomach for the inevitable jolt. "I thought about givin' you another sticker but it's worth a bit more than that, what d'you think?"

"Definitely more," Steven says breathlessly.

"Good," he purrs, strokes velvety skin up and down slowly, rubs his thumb across the tip. "That's my good boy," and Steven moans at that, throws his head back. "You like that?"

"Yeah - "

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

A shudder wracks through him and he doesn't even know if it belongs to him or Steven or both of them. He curls his fingers tighter and strokes Steven faster, squeezes him at the tip and slicks up his hand with the dribble of precome to make the slick-slide more satisfying.

Steven like this is a sight he's sorely missed, half-dressed and needy and on his way to ruin, cock disappearing through his fist, heaving chest covered in red blotches from Brendan's mouth, and Brendan's aching for everything all at once, itching with the urgency of touch and taste and smell and sound, greedy for more even though he's already here and it's overwhelming and insatiable. He leans close, braces one hand against the desk and kisses Steven, deep and wet and wide open, swallows down his helpless whimpers and absorbs the shock of his shaking muscles.

"Sir, don't stop, I'm gonna come, please" Steven breathes, rough and low and frantic.

"Fuck," Brendan chokes out, so fucked up, so fucking hot, and he strips Steven's cock until he's biting at Brendan's bottom lip hard enough to split skin as he comes over his fist.

Brendan devours him through it, just takes and takes because Steven's in no fit state to fend against it and it goes on and on until he's spent, collapsing back onto the desk with his arms splayed haphazardly and trying to catch his breath. Brendan watches him for half a minute until he thinks he might be able to speak again, more than fuck and look at you and the things - the things I wanna do to you - seriously - anyway.

"Better than a sticker?"

"Better than a sticker," Steven breathes and grins, starts to laugh that goofy laugh of his that gets Brendan smiling.