“How am I doing?”

“Justin…” I say, for the umpteenth time, looking up from his test paper. “Shhh!”

He sighs, fidgeting with anticipation, pacing the room as I sit at the table in his hotel room grading his midterm. He hasn’t missed one yet, his dates perfect, his descriptions impeccable. I try to suppress my smile, my body tingling in anticipation. Shit, I want to give him this A just as much as he wants it, my mind roving over all the things he plans to do to me when he gets it.

We have been discussing nothing else for the past three days. Going through notes and flash cards, discussing his ideas for when he gets his A. Not if, he says, when he gets his A. He has big plans, plans that made me moan or shiver or simply giggle as he whispered them hotly against my ear. We’ve discussed it and mulled it over and just talked about it so much that the anticipation is killing me. I almost want it more than he does.

My face falls as I flip the page over. It almost hurts to bring my pen down, checking off all the elements of the Doric and Ionic columns that he missed. Shit.

“What?” he asks, standing over me, “what did I miss? Shit, it was those fucking columns, wasn’t it?”

“Hang on,” I say, grabbing for my calculator, silently praying for a ninety, but I already know. “89.” I sigh and he stands there staring down at me dumbly before exploding.

“God dammit!” he exclaims, hitting the door frame of the bathroom with his open palm.

I look up at him, watching him scowl at the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, a small tent forming in the front of his pants. He was so close! I could just bump…but no. I shake my head at myself. I’m not bumping up his grades because of what’s going on between us.

“I’m sorry, Justin,” I say sighing, placing my pen on the table, and I really am sorry. I glance at the bulge he’s adjusting in his pants. I’m really fucking sorry.

“It’s an 89, Sky,” he sighs looking at me pleadingly.

“Justin,” I say warningly and he shuts his mouth immediately. He knows where I stand on this. But god he looks so good today, just a t-shirt and jeans but damn him if he didn’t look fucking amazing in them. “Why don’t we study a little?”

He glares at me, plopping down on the couch, heel of his hand rubbing his crotch a little before groaning.

“I don’t really feel like studying right now,” he spats, glancing down at his lap and I smile, an idea blooming in my mind.

“You need to learn this, Justin.” I say, getting up from the table and standing over him. “and you can learn this. You just need a little mnemonic device.”

His eyes narrow at me as I kneel in front of him and then his face breaks into a smile as I undo the button of his jeans, sliding down the zipper. He lifts his hips eagerly, shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs and I can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

I reach my hand up and cup his balls gently, rolling them a little between my fingers and he hums his approval and I swear I can see him lengthen a little against his thigh. He’s watching me, his plush bottom lip tugged between his teeth as I take him in my hand, bringing my mouth just over the head.

“Now think of this as a column,” I say, my breath fanning across his sensitive flesh and he pants a little. “Justin,” I say and his eyes focus on mine. “Think of this as a Doric column.”

“O-okay,” he stutters slightly, his eyes slightly unfocused as he watches my hand hold him upright.

“And what’s this?” I ask, flicking my tongue out against the tip and he jumps, groaning deep. “Come on, Justin, it’s an easy one.”

“C-capital?” he stutters and I shake my head.

“Nope, that’s this,” I say, taking the entire head into my mouth and he moans low. “I just wanna know about this part.” I flick the tip again.

“Um…” he pants, as I flick my tongue against him again. “Echinus?” he questions and I shake my head, sliding my tongue around the ridge of the head.

“That’s this part,” I say after a moment and then flick the tip again. “What’s this part?”

“Fuck Sky, I don’t know,” he moans, his hand delving into my hair, his head falling back and I grip him tighter.

“Hey now,” I say softly and he looks back at me again, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Don’t give up on me Jus. I’d hate to leave you like this.”

His eyes widen and he sits up a little more, looking down at me seriously. I smile a little biting my bottom lip. He grins, his hand moving from my hair to stroke my cheek.

“Let’s start from the top,” he says, settling his hips more against the couch

I grin back at him, turning my attention to his cock in my hand, flicking my tongue against the head again enjoying the shiver that runs through him.

“Um…” he lets his head fall back, thinking. “Ab…” he stutters and I flick my tongue against him again, eliciting a hiss. “Abacus?”

“Very good,” I whisper, placing a kiss on the head and he grins lazily, my tongue slicking around the ridge again. “And this.”

“Echinus,” he says confidently and I slip my tongue down under the ridge on the underside of his shaft, laving the little bead of skin there. His back arches, a soft “oh” falling from his lips.

“And this?” I ask, blowing coolly against it.

“Do it again,” he pants and I oblige, listening to him hiss and groan, eyes shut tight. “Um…”

“From the Middle English word nekke,” I whisper, flicking at the spot torturously.

“Necking!” he exclaims and I smile, pressing a kiss to the spot, sucking the skin lightly and he jumps in my hand.

I keep my eyes on him as I drag my tongue along the bottom of his length, following the vein, feeling it throb under my ministrations.

“And the length?” I ask throatily. “This is an easy one. Think,” I pause turning my head to side, sliding my lips up and down the side of his dick.

“I – oh – I can’t fucking think when you do that,” he groans, hips thrusting upward and I smile against him, causing him to growl deep in his chest.

“Think literally, Justin,” I say and he looks down at me.

“Cock?” he asks and I laugh, resting my head on his thigh. “What?” he chuckles.

“Think less vulgar, and more romance novel.”

“Um,” he says, his face screwing up in thought, covering his eyes with his hand. Then his head snaps up looking down at me. “Shaft?”

“Mmm,” I hum nodding, pressing small kisses up and down the side of his length and he sighs. “And here?” I question, nuzzling the base of his shaft with my nose and he shifts.

“Base,” he says and I shake my head at him. “It is too!” he exclaims.

“Not in Doric,” I say slowly and he scowls.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” he pouts, crossing his arms over is chest.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper, tonguing around the very base of him, watching him try not to shudder. “Greek work for columns…”

“Ah,” he growls, letting his head fall back. “Stylos,” he says, the word pulled from the back of this throat. His head snaps up. “Stylobate!”

“And these?” I ask my fingers cupping his balls, kneading them slowly and his face screws up in pleasure. “Justin.”

“Um…” He’s panting and I rub slower, torturing him a little. “What’s it start with?”

“An S,” I say, nails tickling him a little and he jerks in my hand again.

“Something bate,” he moans, hips rolling a little. “Shit…I know this.”

“You should…music?” I hint and his eyes fly open.

“Stereobate!”

“Very good, Jus,” I praise sitting up over him again. “Shall we go over it one more time?” He pants, nodding slowly.

I wrap my lips around the entire head and he moans. “Capital.” I flick my tongue against the tip. “Abacus.” I run my tongue along the ridge. “Neck…er no! Echinus!” My tongue moves to lave the little bump just under the head. “Necking,” he hisses and it turns into a groan as I run my lips down the length. “Shaft,” he chuckles a little and I smile, tongue bathing the skin just above his balls. “Stylobate,” he breathes and gasps when I tongue his balls. “St-st-stereobate.”

“You did well, Justin,” I say pulling up a little. “Now Ionic.”

“Nooooooo,” he moans, his hand wrapping in my hair, trying to tug my mouth to him gently. “Now you suck on it.”

“No…” I say a little firmly and he pouts down at me and I almost cave, the head of his shaft now a deep purple, pre cum leaking from the tip. “There are only two differences between Ionic and Doric that I told you, you needed to know.”

“One has to do with the…” I trail, wrapping my lips around the head, feeling it throb, tasting salt.

“Capital,” he moans low and I smile pulling my mouth from him. “Its um…it’s a scroll right?” he asks rubbing his forehead frustrated.

“And the scroll is called…?”

“A valet,” he says and I giggle a little.

“A volute,” I correct. “Close enough,” I add when he looks at me pleadingly. “And these?” I ask cupping his balls with both my hands, allowing his dick to lay against his stomach.

“Base,” he sighs and I smile at him.

“Okay, now from the top,” I say and he grins at me, fingers tightening in my hair as I take him into my mouth, listening to him breathe the terminology as my lips and tongue hit the designated spots on his cock.

“Oh shit, Sky,” he moans, his other hand going to my head, guiding me up and down his length. “Fuck that feels so good.”

I can tell he’s close, all my teasing heightening his senses and I know its pride that has him holding out. I remove my mouth from him and he whines, his face screwing up, head falling back.

“Are you gonna come for me, J?” I ask him and he sighs a little, hips twitching upwards at my words.

“Please,” he whispers softly, his head rolling to look at me again, blue eyes nearly black with want.

I smile at him and oblige, taking him into my mouth again, sucking hard on him, enjoying his hisses and moans, the way his nails scrape at my scalp, fingers pressing me harder down onto him.

“I’m gonna…” but he doesn’t get the last word out, spilling warm into my mouth, catching me only slightly off guard, so some of him dribbles down my chin, the rest sliding down my throat.

I hold him in my mouth until he goes soft, then I climb up his body, wiping my mouth as I straddle his waist, pressing my ear over his racing heart. His arms wrap around me, hugging me close, his panting breath stirring my hair.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he moans, his arms squeezing me and I giggle a little against his chest, listening to his heart slow.

I hum in response, rubbing my cheek against his chest, feeling his hands wander down my back, cupping my ass and pressing me harder into his lap. I gasp when I feel him hardening against me already and I look up to find him licking his lips.

“So the deal was…” he says, grinding against me lightly and I pant a little, that warm tingle spreading from my stomach down between my legs, “that I would get whatever I wanted if I got an A.”

I swallow hard. “Y-yeah, that was the deal.”

“Well,” he says grinning, his nose nuzzling against mine, “I guess since I got a B… that means you get to do whatever you want.”

My jaw drops and he grins at me somewhat shyly but that predatory lust is darkening his blue eyes and I can feel him now fully hard against my center. I moan a little, pressing harder into him and his eyelids flutter.

“Feel free to ravage me,” he grins, chuckling slightly and I lick my lips.

“Oh I plan to baby…” I mutter, my lips brushing his as I speak. “I plan to.”