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Class	By : smutpolarbear Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Stabbing Westward Views: 1366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Class
Author: Smutting Polar Bear
Pairing: Nicholas Lea/Christopher Hall
Fandom: Actor/musician crossover
Rating: NC-17
Archive: my fic LJ, href="http://www.burning-ice.slashcity.net/">The Herbyard
Summary: Nick comes home to an interesting surprise: Chris in a schoolgirl uniform.
Feedback: Is the nectar of the gods.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm a purple elephant with green ears.
Warnings: Crossdressing, slight age play, gender play, teacher/student role play.
Notes: Thanks to my lovely beta, One Rising Star. Any remaining mistakes are my own. I have an idea for a couple more of these, mostly because my Chris muse is a whiny little bastard when it comes to things he likes, and he likes crossdressing. I don't know why. I blame One Rising Star, but this specific scene is the fault of Isilrandir.

As Nick entered the apartment, he was immediately aware of the fact that it was quiet. There was no music playing, no static from the television, no sounds of Chris moaning in the bedroom if he were playing with himself (which he'd beunisunished for if he were), no water running in the bathroom or kitchen, nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was creepy, because he knew that Chris was home. His boy's shoes were by the door, same place they were always in, his jacket was in the closet, his keys on the table. The apartment was impeccably clean and a dinner waited on the stove, precooked but in need of heating.
Worried, Nick began to seathe the apartment. He checked the bedroom, the bathroom, their shared office... Chris was nowhere. He had to be somewhere, and as Nick began to check the closets, (although he couldn't think of a reason the boy would be in one as he wasn't being disciplined at the time), he heard a faint tapping coming from the spare room next to their office. It was full of boxes, what was Chris doing in there? He opened doo door, etingting it to meet resistance from the piles of boxes they had yet to move down to the basement, but it opened freely. Blinking, Nick walked into the room and looked around. Jesus Christ...
Chris sat at a small school desk in one corner of the room, tapping his pencil on the desk as he appeared to think about what he was writing in the notebook in front of him. He wore a green plaid pleated skirt and a white blouse with a narrow green tie, white knee socks, and black patent leather saddle shoes. His legs were crossed, one foloverover the other under the flat of the desk, and from where Nick stood, he could see a glimpse of white. Nick's perverted mind immediately assumed that Chris wore white panties under that skirt, but he probably had on briefs. His hair, dyed black and red, was done up in French braids, tied off with little red ribbons and there was a small leather backpack on the floor next to him.
As Nick finally tore his gaze away from the amazing sight of his boy sitting at that desk dressed like a schoolgirl, he took in the rest of the room. The windows were covered with heavy black drapes that looked like velvet. The stockades they owned, the rack, the sling, they were all set up in the back of the room and a pair of bookcases lined the walls, their shelves stocked with all their smaller toys. Anything that could be hung, the lengths of rope, paddles, floggers, cats, they were all hung up on hooks on the wall opposite the boolveslves.
Shocked, Nick turned back to Chris, who just looked up and gave him a little smile. They had played with crossdressing games before, and Nick remembered his reaction to the stockings and garter belt, the spanking skirt... He remembered the way that he had shoved Chris against the wall and fucked him senseless when he'd worn the leather miniskirt and silk halter top. Chris' hips had been bruised for days after that, long and narrow marks that showed where Nick had held him so tightly.
Nick had to get out of the room before he pounced his boy and fucked him across that desk... He loved it when Chris crossdressed for him. The boy had an incredible body and when he wore skirts or stockings, it just accentuated it. So he left and went to their bedroom, picking out something to wear for the apparent scene Chris had in mind. They'd talked about turning the spare room into a playroom and maybe doing a teacher/student scene one day, but he hadn't thought that Chris would go through with everything on his own. But Chris had, and to his credit, surprised the hell out of his Master.
So as Chris sat in the "schoolroom" and wrote, Nick picked through his closet for suitable attire. Blue, no... Green, no... Pinstripe, hell no. Grey... Too funeral-ish. He pulled a black suit from the depths of his closet, one he hadn't worn since a premiere because it made him look too stiff.bbinbbing a white shirt, an undershirt, and a black tie, he set the clothes down on the bed, smiling faintly. He wondered what Chris was writing about... He always told Chris to write about his thoughts after a scene, maybe he was writing about his feelings waiting for Nick to come home and start the scene.
He stripped out of his jeans and t-shirt, tossing them into the hamper, and stretched slowly. He wasn't sure exactly how the scene would turn out, but he had an idea. Slipping a hand into his boxers, Nick gave his cock a quick stroke, groaning softly as he thought about the image of his boy dressed up for him, waiting patiently. He knew how hard it was for Chris to sit still sometimes, particularly when he was horny or anticipating a scene. He also knew that the wait would help Chris get into the headspace he needed to be in to play the schoolgirl role.
Nick pushed his boxers down and leaned against the closet door, thinking about that flash of white under Chris' skirt, and slowly stroked himself. If he went back intot rot room with an erection, he wouldn't last five minutes before bending Chris over the desk. He thought about the white that could be panties, could be briefs, could even be a thong if Chris wanted to play the naughty schoolgirl. He thought about the white knee socks covering those strong, graceful legs built from climbing and surfing, and considered rolling them down at some point to see if Chris had shaved his legs or not. He thought about that narrow little tie and using it to tug Chris close for a kiss, for a slap, to suck his cock, or taking it off of Chris and tying his wrists behind his back while he used one of their school-style paddles on him.
Growling softly at that image, Nick began to stroke himself faster. He thought about tugging on those braids as Chris sucked him or wrapping them around his hands as he fucked his boy over the desk. He thought about Chris' firm ass marked with pink handprints or forming bruises from the paddle, maybe a welt or two from the strap, bared with the back of his skirt tucked into the waistband as he knelt with his nose tucked firmly in the corner. At that, Nick gave a louder growl and spilled over his fingers. He took a deep breath and reached for a towel from the hamper, wiping his hands and cock off before he pulled his boxers back up.
Nick reached for his suit pants, pulling them on and slipping his belt through the loops. He put his shirt on, buttoning it carefully before tucking it into his waistband and zipping his fly. Buckling his belt, Nick looked at himself in the mirror. He'd almost forgotten what he looked like in dress clothing. He slipped his tie around his neck and tied it, smirking inwardly. He knew that Chris was probably squirming by now, but he continued taking his time. He knew it would just torment his boy, and he planned to take advantage of that. After buttoning his cuffs and putting on his dress shoes, Nick slipped into his suit coat and ran a comb through his hair.
He looked tart,art, but one more touch was needed.
The closet was still open and in slight disarray, and as Nick peered into it, he saw his old leather briefcase. He used to carry it around to meetings and auditions, but only when his agent suggested that he appear professional. The briefcase still looked like new, so he reached for it and turned it over in his hands, just making sure that it still looked okay. It did, so he set it on the bed and opened it, rifling through the contents. A couple old scripts, a novel he'd been looking for long ago, a few notebooks... Ah, there it was. His old three-ring binder from college, still full of old trig and calculus notes. Nick looked around the room and stepped out, walking into his office and taking a quick peek over the books on his bookshelves. He smiled and grabbed the trig textbook he couldn't sell back in college because of a reprint. Flipping through it as he walked back into the bedroom, he chuckled to himself. He knew that Chris had never been terribly good at math, so this should be interesting.
Nick tucked the thick textbook into his briefcase, closed it, and snapped the locks closed. He straightened his tie and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, and paused before entering the spare room -- no, playroom -- to take a deep breath. Chris' appearance would get to him if he didn't give himself a minute to get into character, he knew this. Finally settled, Nick stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chris straighten up in his seat and lower his pencil, folding his hands neatly on top of his notebook. Controlling his smile and his urge to just grab Chris and kiss him senseless, Nick walked up to the portable blackboard that Chris had set up, setting his briefcase on the desk in front of it. His boy had obviously put a lot of thought into this surprise. He'd have to show how grateful he was, but not now.
The silence in the room was actually somewhat helpful rather than jarring, because it reminded Nick of the respectful silence in his high school and college classrooms when the instructor was about to begin class. As he opened his briefcase and took out the binder and textbook, setting them on the desk with a couple of black pens and, of course, a red pen, he heard a faint rustling and then soft footsteps on the carpet. Chris apparently wanted something. He looked up out of curiosity.
"Yes?"
Chris smiled shyly and held out three pages of handwriting, offering it to Nick. "My homework, Mr. Lea," he said, and for the first time, Nick noticed that the boy was wearing pale lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara. He truly looked the part of a schoolgirl. Nick smiled and accepted the thin sheaf of paper, replying, "Thank you. You may sit down now." He set the papers in his binder, intent on reading them while he made Chris work on some calculus problem or some such, but he heard Chris' voice again.
"Um... May I actually go use the restroom before you start class? I won't be long."
This wasn't an unreasonable request, so Nick nodded and waved Chris off. He couldn't help it, though, when his gaze turned to follow his boy's bottom as he walked out of the room. The backs of his thighs looked utterly delectable caught between that green plaid and the stark white of his knee socks. Jesus... Nick took another deep breath and turned to the blackboard, pleased to see the tray stocked with a couple pieces of chalk and a long yardstick. As Chris took his time in the bathroom, (and he'd better not be beating off, or the boy wouldn't get to come for a week), Nick opened his textbook and began to write an equation on the board. If Chris couldn't solve it, too bad for him.
Once the equation was on the board, Nick turned to the papers Chris had handed him and glanced over them. He'd been correct in assuming that Chris would be writing about his feelings while waiting for Nick, and he smiled. The boy always had trouble waiting a long time for a scene to start, and apparently, he'd been sitting in that desk for about an hour prior to Nick's arrival home. His boy had been remarkably patient in his wait, thinking about all the different times they'd played together thus far. Nick set the papers down so he wouldn't be tempted to read them completely just yet. He pulled a legal pad from his briefcase and set that down on the open leaf of his textbook. He knew that Chris would deliberately earn "punishment", so he would keep track while also delivering them promptly. He already had an idea for the first punishment, from his own experiences in his brief stay at a Catholic elementary school.
The soft footsteps returned and Nick caught a flash of green in the corner of his eye. His cock twitched in his pants and he thought about his idea for Chris' first "test". His gaze still on the textbook, he spoke quietly, but loud and firm enough for Chris to hear and obey. He said, "Stand up next to your desk, hands behind your back. Morning uniform check." He waited as Chris moved into the position he'd ordered. As Nick lifted his gaze to his boy, he smiled inwardly and ignored the twitching of his cock. At his school, girls had worn a matching cardigan over their blouses, but he knew Chris didn't own one, not even for crossdressing purposes. He motioned for Chris to turn around slowly, which he did. "Lift your skirt. You know the school has a rule that girls must wear plain white panties," he continued, barely able to contain his smirk. He'd heard stories of the teachers doing that to the older students at his school.
Chris blushed faintly and lifted the front of his skirt, showing Nick the front panel of, as he'd guessed, plain white panties. Nick motioned again for Chris to turn, which he did, lifting the back and showing off the back of his panties. "Good girl," he murmured, "but you've forgotten one thing." Chris blinked, obviously confused. "Do you know what you've forgotten?" Nick asked, receiving a shake of Chris' head as an answer. "Your cardigan. Without it, I'd be able to the the outline of your bra through your blouse."
Chris' blush deepened and he lowered his gaze, whispering, "I'm sorry, sir. My mother must have taken it for the laundry." Nick gave a sigh and said, "You're a senior now, you should know that you have to wear your cardigan to school, otherwise you'll be punished. Come up here, Ms. Hall." Chris hesitated only momentarily before leaving the side of his desk and approaching Nick, hands tucked once again behind his back. Picking up the legal pad, Nick made a note and showed it to Chris, who took the pen and signed next to it. "Fetch me the ruler," he said, in a tone that brooked no hesitance on Chris' part. The boy went immediately to the blackboard and handed Nick the yardstick he'd placed in the tray, stepping back a little. Chris wasn't sure exactly what Nick planned to do; he only knew that Nick had written down "two swats with the yardstick."
Taking Chris' arm, Nick led the boy back around to the other side of the desk and told him to place his hands on the surface of the desk, bending over slightly. Chris obeyed and Nick lifted Chr ski skirt, tucking the back of it into the waistband to keep it out of the way. He could see the goose bumps forming on his boy's skin from the cool of the air in the room as he oughought the ruler down twice, hard both times, on Chris' panty-covered ass. Chris didn't make a sound, nor did he even twitch, but Nick saw him wince out of the corner of his eye. He pulled the skirt from its waistband and let it slip back down as he told Chris to take his seat and he walked back to his side of the desk.
Nick checked off the punishment for the missing cardigan and, as Chris took his seat, motioned to the problem on the board. "I expect you to complete this within the next ten minutes. Understand?" he said, lifting his gaze to Chris' face, which was slightly aghas has he studied the problem. "Do you understand?" he asked firmly. Chris nodded and took a small calculator from his backpack and began to try and work out the problem. Nick sat down at his desk and began to flip through his old notes, looking for something else to use as a lesson. Settling on spelling, he got up and went to the office to grab the dictionary. He smiled and flipped through it on his way back, searching out words that he could quiz Chris on. He knew that he'd have to let Chris succeed in at least one of his lessons today, because then he could reward him. When he returned to the room, he scribbled down ten words to read to Chris and have him spell out loud, and then he began to read the pages Chris has handed him. Even when he was anxious, Chris had an impeccable control over his language and his voice. Nick smiled and looked up a little.
Oh, god...
Chris' legs were spread just slightly, giving Nick a clear view of the white fabric between his legs. Nick blinked rapidly and lowered his gaze to his watch. "Two minutes," he said, smiling when he heard Chris sigh. He resisted the urge to move over and play with Chris' hair. He would wait, no matter how much he didn't want to. At long last, the ten minutes were up and Nick walked over to Chris, taking the notebook from under his pencil. The problem wasn't even half complete, nowthe the correct way. Nick looked at Chris, who had lowered his gaze and seemed to shrink into himself, much like a student in that situation would. "You haven't been studying, have you?" Nick asked.
"No, sir," came the whispered response. "And why not? You know that this grade is heavily dependent upon your graduation come May," Nick replied, placing one hand on his hip. Chris shrugged and fiddled with his pencil. Nick sighed and patted Chris on the shoulder. "You do realize that this will just bring more discipline to you, correct?" he murmured, reluctantly drawing his hand away. Nodding again, Chris looked up at Nick.
"You won't spank me again, will you?"
Nick offered him a small smile. "It's in the rules, Chris," he said. "You know them as well as I do." Chris sighed and nodded as Nick ripped out the paper and walked back up to his desk. He marked it down on the legal pad and told Chris to stand up and grab his ankles. He knew that this was one of the positions Chris hated, because it kept his balls wide open, but Nick had an idea. Moving back to Chris' side, he placed the pad on Chris' desk for him to sign afterwards, rested one hand on the small of the boy's back and adjusted the back of the skirt with the other before delivering ten hard swats with his hand. "Sit back down, Chris," he said, motioning to the sheet, which Chris signed immediately. He sniffled a little as he settled in the chair, his ass stinging. Nick sighed and went back to his desk.
"So what have you been studying, if not your math?"
"Um... Well, I've been studying my oral lessons and my riding, and the missionary studies that you gave last week."
Chris blushed just faintly and Nick had to bite his tongue to keep from chuckling at the boy's method of referring to sex in his little roundabout way.
"Well... How abu your spelling and grammar?"
Looking back at his desk, Chris whispered, "A little bit." Raising an eyebrow, Nick asked, "How much is a little bit?" He watched as Chris doodled on his notebook, clearly avoiding the question.
"Chris?"
"Not much at all."
Nick consulted his list of words and chose the hardest one on the list. "Can you spell onomatopoeia?" he asked, his gaze lifting back up to Chris, who shook his head. "That was on the vocabulary list last week. You should have been studying," he continued, marking down another offense on Chris' punishment sheet. "I should just keep the back of your skirt up today, young lady... Assume the previous position." Chris blushed again and stood up once more, returning to his bent over position. Nick smiled and went to his boy's side, giving him double the swats he'd delivered before, considering that it was a second offense. Afterwards, Chris signed the sheet once again and sat back down, wincing as his ass hit the chair.
"Now... Will you study harder?"
"Yes, sir."
Nick smiled and petted Chris' hair affectionately. "Good girl. Now you said you've been studying your oral lessons..." he said, wondering how long it would take him to get Chris' mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to give him a good beating first. Chris nodded and lowered his gaze once again as he answered, "I've been told that I'm getting very good at them, and I wanted to practice, so I studied hard." Nick's cock twitched as he remembered the last time Chris had studied it up close. "Perhaps you can show me your progress later," Nick said, his intent clear in his words.
Walking back up to his desk, Nick sat down in his chair and began to read, motioning for Chris to do the same. The boy pulled a book from his bag and began to read quietly, and until Nick raised his eyes to study Chris, he didn't realize what the boy was reading. Erotica. In a "classroom". How dare he?
"Miss Hall!"
Chris jumped and set the book down, immediately hiding the cover.
"You are reading pornography in this classroom. Bring it here."
Sheepishly, Chris slid out of the desk and brought the book o Nio Nick, who studied the cover and flipped through it. He recognized the book as one he'd read to Chris from on several nights, just because they found the stories so amusing. He sighed heavily and set the book inside his briefcase. "I'll have to confiscate this, you know. Your parents will be called and informed that you've broken a major rule," he said, and Chris assumed a frightened expression and reached for the book.
"Oh, please don't call my daddy, Mr. Lea..." Nick swatted Chris' hands away even as the boy continued pleading. "He'll be so angry with me and he'll whup me and then make me give up my riding lessons. Please, Mr. Lea, I'll do anything... Just please don't call my daddy."
Allowing his gaze to flick over the boy's body, Nick pretended to give it some thought.
"You do understand that I still have to punish you myself for breaking the rule? Your parents will undoubtedly notice that you're not sitting comfortably at dinner tonight, and they'll ask. If you lie to them,r pur punishment from them would be even greater than if I merely called them and told them of what you've done."
"But... Isn't there something I could do after you punish me? Please, Mr. Lea, I can't get in trouble with my daddy... He swings that belt so hard and he doesn't stop until I'm blistering. He won't even be home tonight for dinner and my momma's out of town on business. Please?"
Nick lifted his gaze to Chris' face, which turned out a major mistake on his part. Chris looked pitiful, having resorted to the puppy eyes that always melted him. Sighing, Nick stood and removed his suit coat, draping it over the back of his chair. "Go fetch the paddle from the wall," he said. "You'll take fifteen swats and then you'll do exactly as I say for the rest of the day. Understand?" Chris nodded eagerly and dashed over to the wall to get one of the school paddles. He returned not even thirty seconds later, offering Nick the paddle even though Nick was busy clearing off his desk for Chris to bend over. He wouldn't take a chance paddling the boy with his hands on his ankles. It would be too easy for Chris to fall over from the force of the swats.
Taking the paddle from Chris, Nick scrawled the punishment and offense on the paper, handed the pen to Chris, and watched him sign it. He then bent his boy over the desk and tucked the paddle under his arm. He told Chris to hold onto the edge of the desk and not to move his hands for any reason, nor to move his feet. He pulled Chris' skirt up and tucked it into the waistband, keeping it well out of the way so it wouldn't cushion the blows.
"You'll take the first ten over yoantianties and the last five on the bare. If you move out of position, I'll go get the cane, as per regulation. Understand?"
Chris nodded and whispered an affirmative.
"Good girl."
With thaick ick took the paddle in hand and gently tapped it across Chris' ass, one hand resting on the small of his back. A moment later, the paddle cracked down on Chris' bottom and the boy let out a short cry, his hips bucking into the desk. Nine more times the paddle fell, and at the tenth, Chris began to cry, sobbing quietly. Nick slipped his fingers into the waistband of Chris' panties and rolled them down to the boy's knees, smiling at the coloring of that beautiful ass.
"Five more."
The eleventh swat fell and Chris bucked, hands tightening on the edge of the desk. The last four continued in much the same rhythm, but at the fifteenth and final swat, Chris howled, much like a schoolgirl would. Nick remembered days at his school when you could walk through the hall and hear a boy or girl crying and the crack of a paddle. He removed Chris' panties, grabbed his arm and pulled him up off the desk, pushing him down onto his knees in front of him. He gently cupped Chris' chin and tilted it up so he could see his boy's eyes, silently asking if everything was alright. The look in Chris' eyes just spurred him on. Nick grinned and wiped Chris' tears away with his thumb, saying, "Now... You've agreed to do whatever I say so that I dontelltell your parents what you've done today. I want you to show me those oral lessons you've been practicinth th those pretty lips." He worked his fly open and slid the waistband of his boxers down, pulling his aching cock out.
"Show me what you've learned."
Smiling, Chris licked teasingly at the head, his hands tucked behind his back. He began taking short, catlike laps along the length and tip of Nick's cock and as his lips finally closed around Nick's tip, he moaned softly. Nick smiled and petted Chris' hair, more than a little turned on by the way Chris' lips looked painted pink and stretched around his cock.
"You like this, don't you? Being on your knees, your mouth crammed full of a man's cock... Such a pretty little slut."
Moaning a little louder, Chris nodded and slid his mouth down Nick's cock, slowly, sucking gently the whole way down. He worked his lips around the length, the suction slowly growing stronger as Nick laid a hand on the back of Chris' head and began to thrust between Chris' lips.
"I've seen you, back behind the stadium, on your knees for all those boys... How many pep rallies have you skipped to suck cock, little one?"
Chris just looked up at Nick, a smile evident in his eyes, and continued sucking as Nick thrust into his mouth, the tip of his cock nudging the back of Chris' throat. Just as Chris appeared to be preparing to deep throat him, Nick abruptly pulled out and pulled Chris back up, shoving the boy onto the desk. Chris whimpered as his sore ass hit the cool surface of the desk, but he looked up at Nick, his eyes wide and innocent.
"Did I fail my oral exam?"
Nick chuckled and shook his head. "No," he said, "I just want to test you on something else now..." Nick slipped a hand under Chris' skirt and felt around for the boy's cock, his eyes widening in mock surprise when he found it. "Oh... What's this?" he asked, stroking it slowly as he watched the blush spread over Chris' cheeks.
"My cock, sir."
"Girls don't have cocks."
The blush deepened as Chris whispered, "I'm not exactly a girl, sir." Nick raised an eyebrow and stroked him firmly. "Really... I never would have guessed," he growled, curling his thumb over the tip of Chris' cock. "So what shall I do with you now... You've been a very bad boy, lying to everyone and saying you're a girl... You should be punished accordingly." Chris' eyes widened in mock fear, inching away a little. "Have you ever had sex with a man, Chris?"
Chris' gaze became insolent as he said, "What do you think? You've seen me behind the stadium, what do you think I do after I suck their cocks?" Smirking, Nick slipped his hand lower, two fingers sliding into Chris' already prepped entrance. He raised both eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh, you even keep yourself prepped for them? Such a good little slut... But you're my slut now, and I'll make damn sure you know it."
With that, Nick reached into his briefcase for a condom and opened the packet, rolling the latex onto his cock. He positioned himself at Chris' puckered opening and slid all the way in with one rough thrust. The boy cried out, bucking up underneath Nick, and wrapped all his limbs around him. Nick began a hard and fast pace, pounding his boy into the desk, claiming him as his in their scene. Chris began to babas as Nick's hand worked his cock faster, firmer, harder, and as Nick's body tensed in Chris' hold, the smaller man begged to be allowed to come. Nick moaned against Chris' neck as he spilled into the condom, and he pulled back, regarding the boy and his request.
"No."
"No??"
"No. You've been a bad boy, Chris, passing yourself off as a girl... Sucking and fucking any boy or man who'll let you. You need to be disciplined, and I plan to make sure that you get it."
Nick pulled out and removed the condom, tossing it into the garbage bin before he fixed his pants. "I expect to see you in this classroom every day after school until graduation. Tell your parents you're seeking tutoring for your math class. Do you understand?" he asked as he grasped Chris' chin in his hand.
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy."
Leaning down, Nick kissed Chris almost tenderly and whispered, "Don't you dare come. If you walk in here tomorrow and you're not hard, you won't come until after graduation." Chris whimpered and nodded as Nick patted his cheek and moved away from him and picked up his jacket and things, leaving the room. A few moments passed as Nick put his things on his desk in the office before Chris finally joined him, wrapping his arms around the larger man's waist.
"Scene over, boy," Nick whispered, kissing Chris' hair.
"Good... Can I come now?"
Laughing softly, Nick said, "No. I was serious. I expect to see you in there tomorrow, and I'll do some training of your schoolboy persona. You don't get to come just yet." Chris whimpered softly, but nodded. Nick smiled and cuddled his boy closer. "You looked so beautiful when I walked in there... Can't wait to do that again. Just buy a cardigan."
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