Page 26 of Professor Problems

Being an academic advisor was one aspect of his job that several of Jamie’s colleagues hated and thought was a chore, but which Jamie actually loved as much as teaching. It involved helping incoming students to plan their academic careers, and helping them keep on track throughout the term. It was as close to actual counseling work as he got.

At that point in the school year, his main job was to listen to his students and learn about them so that he could help them choose the right courses, and in a few weeks, so that he could hold their hands and utter soothing words as they went through complete breakdowns in the face of how much work university truly was. Most of his advisees were still in their late teens and flexing their independence muscles for the first time. They all thought they were too old to be coddled, but not one of them said no when offered a guiding hand.

Those thoughts reflected back on Jamie as he placed his work satchel on his desk and took a seat behind it, facing his office door, to sort through the paperwork associated with his job. He knew how deeply satisfying having a guiding hand could be. That was what had made Sir so spectacular, despite being new. He’d made Jamie feel safe and cared for. He’d taken away all his extraneous, worrying thoughts with rope binds, floggers, the cane, and best of all, his thick, glorious cock.

Jamie wouldn’t ever dream of using those same tools to guide his students and advisees, but another advantage to having a taste for BDSM and submission was that it enabled him to empathize with new university students whose journey into the adult world was just beginning. He liked having that basic, emotional, human connection with people, and if the advisee evaluations were anything to go by, his students appreciated it as well. He especially liked students who had difficult family situations, because horrid family was definitely something he could empathize with.

He got through roughly thirty seconds of work before his thoughts began to drift. The connection he and Sir had had was unlike anything he’d experienced before, in play or out of it. He was being ridiculous, he knew, to dwell on someone he’d spent one weekend with, but he could still taste the salt of Sir’s skin, still feel his hands all over his body. He could still hear Sir’s ragged breathing as he’d choked on his cock and the beautiful escape of breath and sound as he’d started to come.

The thing was, it had been more than just the sex and play. Sometimes you just met someone who was right for you, someone you clicked with. Jamie had known from the first faculty meeting that he and Alexandra would be besties, so why was it such a stretch to believe that he and Sir could be so much more than casual playmates?

Because he didn’t know who Sir was, for one. That answer came to him with a jolt as a group of particularly noisy students walked past his office door. Jamie snapped straight and shuffled through the papers on his desk again. He couldn’t exactly form a lifelong partnership with a man whose name he didn’t even know.

Of course, there was a way to get that name.

Without allowing himself time to hesitate, he reached into his satchel and pulled out his phone. Kit was just a phone call away, and Jamie was confident his friend would spill everything. Sir already knew his first name, thanks to Kit, so it was only right that Kit should hand over all the important details about Sir.

Jamie had his hand over the face of his phone when a student rushed passed his office door, bumping the frame with his backpack, and reminded him that he was on work time, not personal time. He let out a heavy breath and set his phone aside.

“Work, Jamie, work,” he told himself, reaching to turn on his computer. He hadn’t even done that yet, which was a terrible sign.

He had a mountain of emails that needed responses waiting for him once he typed in his password and started clicking away. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything on the screen, though. At least, not until he invented an ingenious way to keep himself on track.

Do your work, boy, he conjured Sir’s voice in his mind.Emails first, then review your notes for this afternoon’s class.

“Yes, Sir,” Jamie murmured to his computer, grinning at himself as the warm buzz spread through him again while he tapped away.

Good boy, Sir’s phantom answer echoed through him.

No sooner had he shifted to sit closer to his desk and started typing when there was a knock on the frame of his door. Jamie dragged his eyes up from his computer screen, adjusted his glasses…and nearly had a heart attack as Sir himself appeared, framed in the doorway.

Sir was glancing down at his phone, and he took a moment to hike his backpack higher on his shoulder before saying, “Professor Croft?” Then he glanced up and froze, mouth open.

There was enough electricity in that moment of mutual recognition to supply the Science department with energy for experiments all term. For a moment, Jamie wondered if the intensity of his thoughts and the force of his desire had conjured Sir in the flesh. Any other possibility seemed too…impossible.

“Oh my God,” Sir said, regaining the power of speech first. “Jamie?” He stepped into the office, glanced down at his phone again, then up at Jamie. A smile of sudden understanding lit his face. “Professor Jamison Croft. I didn’t even think to make the connection with your first name. I mean, why would I? There must be hundreds of thousands of people named Jamie in London. But what are the odds of you being here? Of you being my academic advisor? What are the odds?”

He was babbling, and Jamie absolutely understood why. The last time the two of them had seen each other, they’d been naked, they’d just fucked, and Sir had torn his back to shreds. And they’d both loved it.

Jamie started to speak, but immediately realized he couldn’t call a student “Sir”. He darted a glance to his computer screen, where he’d just pulled up his daily calendar, and sought out the name of the advisee he was scheduled to meet with. But there wasn’t anyone on his schedule for another half hour.

“I…sorry, I’m a little bit…I don’t know what to….” God, it was awful. And it was wonderful. He shook himself, then burst into a smile as Sir put his backpack down and sat in the chair in front of his desk. “It’s you,” he said at last. They were the only words Jamie could think of.

Sir smiled right back at him. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

The two of them sat there, energy and excitement swirling around them and filling up the office with too many emotions for Jamie to keep track of.

One thought cut through the thickening air, and Jamie blurted, “I can’t call you Sir here.”

Sir looked like he might swallow his tongue as he jolted with the statement. “Oh, God no. That’s just for…special times. My name is Aled,” he said, breathless and flushed. “Aled Keal.” He moved like he would reach out to shake Jamie’s hand, then decided that would be completely ridiculous.

“Aled,” Jamie repeated the name, and dammit, but he felt like some sort of fairy tale cartoon character uttering his lover’s name as type of magic spell.

The two of them just sat there, the tension in the room pulling tighter and tighter. It wasn’t bad tension, but it was painfully awkward. Not the sort of pain Jamie generally liked.

“I was about to call Kit to get your number,” he said.

“You’re my academic advisor,” Aled said at the same time.

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