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Ryland Grace loved his job. Teaching was a passion of his since he was a child, he knew from a young age who he wanted to be. His family tried to talk him out of pursuing the career, insisted he wouldn’t make enough money and the education system wasn’t what it used to be. Even senior educators tried persuading him to study something else, but Ryland was adamant he become a teacher.
It takes a special someone to willingly want to be a teacher. The unpaid student teaching straight into a severely underpaid job pushed most away. Ryland, however, didn’t care about the pay, the workload, or the stress he knew he’d have to carry. He wanted to be an educator, and he was ready to push through every struggle.
Thank God he did, because Ryland proved to be an above and beyond science teacher at Grover Cleveland Middle School. Ryland worked tirelessly to follow the curriculum while also making changes that needed to be done, writing and rewriting lesson plans every night to perfection. He encouraged students, got quiet children to willingly raise their hand, and taught in a student-centered way that emphasized active learning. Students and staff alike praised him, fellow colleagues looked to him for tips, he was awarded teacher of the year his very first year working for the district.
Needless to say, Ryland was passionate about teaching and loved his job despite the routine struggles. Truly, the most stressful part of the job were the parents and curriculum. Most senior educators warned him about students' behavior, but Ryland manages his students quite well. Of course there will always be one rowdy student, but Ryland deals with them accordingly and appropriately. Perhaps what the education system needed was younger teachers, the older ones didn’t properly understand the mindset and brain development of a child. His students were absolute rockstars, following along lessons, asking questions when needed, engaging actively, and participating willingly. He took pride in being the students favorite, and even though he was a humble man, he couldn’t help but brag. Ryland couldn’t have asked for a better set of students, and it seemed his job was perfect.
At least, that was last week. His job is no longer perfect as of this Monday.
A new hire, Simon, Ryland came to learn. The school's new history teacher and track coach. Carl, the last history teacher, had retired mid year and the position had finally been filled by Simon! It just so happens that he’s also a major athlete, and the school's been looking for a track coach, so he was the perfect fit for the job.
Ryland was initially mesmerized by the man. He was undeniably attractive- a bit shorter than him but with the build of a Greek God. He was an amputee, lost his left arms years ago in an undisclosed accident yet bounced back like nothing happened, he was even gifted a prosthetic by his last track team. Ryland was surprisingly close friends with the district's superintendent, Eva Stratt, and was able to find this all out in the course of a few minutes. Eva may have been a bit terrifying, but God did she have some amazing gossip. She made Simon out to be an amazing, inspiring man. Ryland couldn’t help but feel giddy meeting him. Maybe Eva would set them up if he scored her a date with the school's principle, Ava. Ryland was actually much more terrified of Ava than he was Eva, they’d make a perfect couple, two scary women in power.
When lunch rolled around that Monday afternoon, Ryland found himself in the faculty room, searching for Simon. He typically ate lunch in his class, invited students to eat with him as his classroom was a safe space for all. Today he had to very reluctantly tell his students he wouldn’t be holding lunch in his room, which earned downright pitiful complaints that almost made Ryland turn back on his word. But no, he had to meet his new teacher before it was too late! As much as he loves his students, they’d have to go one day without lunch with him, as much as it pains him to leave them.
Maybe Ryland was a delusional romantic, but he truthfully imagined this first meeting going much better than it had. An officestyle romance, a business proposal, if you will. Unfortunately, his delusions were crushed by the history teacher's cold attitude.
The stiff handshake and lack of a smile should’ve given it away, but Ryland was dumb when it came to anything else that wasn’t Science.
“It’s nice to meet you! Oh- I’m Ryland, or Mr. Grace, I’m the science teacher! I also run the science club and I’m a proud co-chair for the state's science committee. Ah- I also foresee each years science fair! Oh, am I rambling? So sorry! You’re the new history teacher, right? I was so sad to see Carl go- not that I’m sad you’re here now! No, no, I’m very excited to meet you! I was also told you’re a track coach, yes? It’s very nice to meet you, excuse me, what was your name again?”
“I never told you my name.”
Well, this was awkward. The shorter brunette just blinked at him, a stoic expression on his face. Did he say too much?
“Oh!”
Real smooth, Ryland. Who says ‘oh!’ in response to that?
“But, it’s Simon,” the shorter is introducing, but it’s not exactly the friendly introduction Ryland had in mind. Ryland parted his lips to say something else, but Simon was already walking away. Well, that was rude! Was it something he said? Was he overbearing? Maybe he should listen to his students when they say he talks too much.
Ryland was beyond embarrassed. He gave up quality lunch time with his students for this! Never again will he ever let his attraction for a man get in the way of his kids. Actually, let Ryland admire those bulging biceps for just a few more minutes, and then he’ll vow to never let his attraction get in the way again. Good lord, those muscles strained against the shirt so well, Ryland was scared they’d rip through the fabric.
Okay, enough staring! Simon was hot, but he was a total dick! There are plenty of other hot guys around here, right? Get your head in the game, Ryland. Maybe it’s just been a long time since he last got dicked down and he’s becoming desperate, yeah, that’s it.
To distract himself from his very sad lack of a love life, Ryland leaves the faculty room and makes his way back to his classroom. He could’ve had lunch with his other colleagues, but Simon’s presence made him feel unbelievably embarrassed just from their short minute long conversation, which involved mainly Ryland rambling. He had to get away from him, what was he expecting from a history teacher, anyways? They’re always full of themselves.
Back in his classroom, Ryland eats alone for the first time since his first year working. With no students to chatter amongst themselves or joke alongside their teacher, Ryland feels a pang of guilt and loneliness. Thank God it’s just for today, tomorrow they’ll be right back on schedule!
Ryland had prep period directly after lunch, getting to work on grading last Friday's tests. This made his lonesomeness and embarrassment drag out longer than he wanted, nothing but the white noise of the dingy AC occupying the space and leaving him alone with his thoughts. At least grading distracting him, focused entirely on checking over his students work and leaving positive feedback. The class average was a 93%, they did fabulous! He’d have to get them a reward tomorrow, maybe some donuts? As terrible as his teacher salary was, Ryland always went all out for his students, every single one of them, if they performed well on tests.
He’s completely forgotten his not-so-friendly encounter with Simon as he brainstorms what kind of reward would be best. Maybe a movie day, if they have time this week in between lesson plans? Or a pizza party, that is, if the school lets him deliver pizzas during the school day.
His thoughts are interrupted by the bell ringing, alerting Ryland that it was the last period of the day. Ryland doesn’t have favorites, but his fourth period kiddos definitely went above and beyond for the class, they were the most engaged students he’d ever had! He’s always excited when they come in, and he gets to go home right after!
The white noise he grew used to is filled with the loud chatter of children spilling into the room. They greet Ryland happily and chat amongst themselves as they get into their assigned seats. The sounds of bags unzipping and notebooks flipping fill the space with personality.
“Goooood afternoon everyone!” Ryland makes emphasis to drag out the ‘good,’ enthusiastic smile on his face as he stands from his desk and makes his way towards the front of the room, picking up a dry erase marker.
“Tell me how your weekends were before we jump into this new lesson! You guys absolutely hit it out of the park on your test last week, I’ll give you some free time before we start today!”
The students cheer, one of them speaking up to answer Rylands question.
“Mr. Grace, Mr. Grace! Have you met Coach Simon yet? We had our first track meet on Saturday!”
That earns an eye twitch, a scowl too when other students start chiming in that they’ve joined the track team, too.
“Who?” Ryland laughs awkwardly, turning away from his students to jot down their class agenda, but mostly so they wouldn’t see his twisting face of irritation.
“Coach Simon!” Another kid exclaims excitedly, “he’s also the new history teacher! He’s soooo cool!”
The grip on the marker has intensified, deep frown settling on his face. His students thought another teacher was cool? And Simon, of all teachers? He’s supposed to be the only cool one!
“Oh? That’s very nice, Caleb. How about we open our textbooks-”
“His history class is really fun! I had him after lunch! Oh! Mr. Grace, Mr. Grace! Coach Simon said he met you at lunch, and he said you talk a lot!”
The marker is now rattling to the floor with a soft clang. Oh, so this Coach Simon thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips and he can go around bad-talking the beloved science teacher!
“Haha… If you ask me, I don’t think he talks enough. Now settle down, please, open your textbooks to chapter five. Let’s get this chapter down so we can have a movie day later this week, capiche?”
The promise of a movie day has the students shutting up about Simon and getting straight to work, thankfully. Ryland thinks he’ll explode if someone mentions that name again.
Ryland does in fact hear Simon’s name brought up by students for the next few days. It’s on Wednesday, and they have brought up Simon at least thirty seven times. Not that Ryland was counting, or anything.
Ryland spent all of Tuesday avoiding Simon like the plague, and today the avoidance is repeating. It’s not very helpful when every single one of his students are praising the new teacher, calling him cool and awesome. Like, whatever. Rylands cool and awesome, why do they need another cool and awesome teacher?
Just like yesterday, the students are chatting away about how fun Simon’s class was, and how excited they are for track meet on Friday and Saturday. More than half the class is enamored by the new history teacher and coach, and Ryland is furious.
Nothing about Simon is cool! He’s rude, quiet, and cold. Sure, he looks pretty strong and could probably bench press Rylands weight, and he invites every kid interested into the track meets… but that’s not the point! Ryland was here first, he’s the kids favorite, who does this guy think he is trying to steal that spot?
It's second period, the period right before lunch. At least Ryland will get a break from this Simon nonsense by the end of this class.
As Ryland is scrolling through lecture slides, his students talk amongst themselves.
“Are you guys going to Friday's track meet?” A little girl, Annabelle, asks the students in her vicinity. Of course they all nod, one big speaking up, “obviously! Yesterday he told us if we do good on the next history quiz he’ll bring us candy! And today we are going to watch a movie about mesopotamia-”
“Excuse me,” Ryland interrupts the conversation, voice unusually coarse. “Does Mr. Simon happen to teach science?”
The classroom falls silent, one brave soul answering after a moment's hesitation, “… no.”
“Then perhaps,” Ryland begins, a sickly sweet but disgustingly fake smile on his face, “we should focus on science, mkay?”
The students don’t need to be told twice, quickly taking out their notebooks and writing utensils to copy down Rylands slides. Wonderful, back to normal.
Back to normal my ass, Ryland thinks, an hour later when lunch rolls around and half his students leave. Why don’t they want to have lunch with him today? Is there some assembly he wasn’t informed about?
“What happened to everyone?” Ryland frowns as he asks the few remaining students who sit in a circle eating lunch together.
“Abby told me they went to Mr. Simon’s room,” Caleb chirps up, much to Rylands annoyance.
“Why?” Ryland frowns for what seems to be the hundredth time today, eyebrow raised inquisitively.
“Maybe they just want to have lunch with him?”
Ryland doesn’t know what he’s more upset about. The fact that his students are losing interest in him and running to Simon, or the fact a kid is showing more emotional maturity than him.
This isn’t fair. Why is Simon allowed to steal his kids from him? Is this some revenge for Ryland talking too much? Okay, fine. It’s on, Simon, the beef is official.
The unspoken beef takes a turn on Friday afternoon, fourth period, his best class. Ryland spent all of Thursday making backhanded comments about Simon to his students and colleagues, and now his students are asking why he doesn’t like Coach Simon. Friday afternoon is proof that his students have abandoned him for a random coach they found last week, probably because of his obnoxious comments.
He walks into class, selection of children’s movie dvds in hand to let his students pick which movie to watch as their reward for their splendid test last week. To his surprise, more than half of the seats are empty.
“Where is everyone?” Ryland frowns, setting the dvds down on his desk. He’s got a hand on his hip, surveying the few remaining students for an answer.
“Today is the first official track meet!” One kid answers, continuing when Ryland looks at him dumbfounded. “Coach Simon said last Saturday didn’t count because not everyone’s parents knew. Now everyone knows and has signed up. They’re doing an introductory meeting today before spring track season starts.”
Ryland swears he sees red. “What? So he can just take half my class?”
“They told him you were playing a movie today, so it didn’t matter.”
As oversensitive as he may seem, Ryland feels like he’s going to cry right now. The kids didn’t care about the movie? But they were so excited on Monday, how could they suddenly not care by Friday?
“Well, I guess it’s just us,” the blonde huffs pitifully, like a kicked puppy. The remaining students at least look eager to watch a movie, arguing playfully over which movie to watch. Normally, Ryland would join the playful banter, but today he’s just drained. That’s it, he’s had enough of this new hire. And he’s gonna let him have it next Monday.
Ryland prepares over the weekend. Not for next weeks lesson plans, no, prepares to confront Simon for trying to be better than him.
It’s petty and childish, and unbelievably stupid. But Ryland is a lonely man, more lonely than he’d ever admit. He has no immediate family, he has no friends, he doesn’t even have a pet. The closest thing he has to connection are his students, maybe that’s why he’s acting so selfishly and projecting his lonesomeness into hatred onto Simon.
More and more students leave him every lunch to go to Simon’s room. The usual loud chatter has dulled into a mixture of white noise and the occasional conversation between a couple of students. The quiet gets to Ryland, it reminds him how lonely he really is. He needs his students back, and he’s ready to confront Simon over this one-sided, unspoken beef on Monday.
Thus, Monday comes around, and Ryland spends the entire day all jittery and nervous. He plans to talk to Simon after class so no student witnesses, he’d hate to have them see him in a bad light. Monday drags, even moreso than usual with the constant praise directed towards Simon being shoved down his throat. It makes him boil with jealousy, what did Simon have that Ryland didn’t? Ryland thought he was good with kids, he was always told that, so why have they all abandoned him after a week?
The final bell has rung, and students shout goodbyes to Ryland and one another as they race out the building. Ryland would be doing the same, on his way to his bike, but instead, he’s marching right over to the history classroom across the hall.
Ryland doesn’t bother knocking, he swings the door hard enough it bangs against the wall, gaining Simon’s attention. The science teacher is standing with both hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed in an angry glare and lips in a perfect pout.
“You!” Ryland points an accusing finger at the brunette, frustration laced in his voice. “You are stealing my students!”
“Huh?” Simon looks up from his laptop, eyebrows furrowed as he takes in the distressed appearance of the science teacher down the hall, Ryland.
“You heard me!” Ryland scoffs, marching forward to point that accusatory finger right into the other's chest. He has to bend over the desk to perform the action, and as unprofessional as it is, the only thing Simon can focus on is the curve of Rylands ass in those tight khakis.
“Well, hello to you too,” the history teacher breathes out, unsure of what landed him in this situation but he wasn’t necessarily complaining. Since the first day Ryland introduced himself Simon’s been enamored with him. He’s an attractive guy, just his type, and he’s the cutest yapper he’s ever met. He’s been looking forward to more conversations with him, but unfortunately he hasn’t had the pleasure of running into him until now. He assumed Rylands just been busy, but with this sudden confrontation, Simon realizes he’s unknowingly upset him.
“Don’t ‘hello’ me!” Ryland gasps, offended, jabbing the finger further. Simon almost groans, eyes darting from his ass to his disheveled appearance. He’s hotter than he remembers, chest heaving, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, pouting, and his glasses are crooked. It's very hard to focus on what Ryland is saying when he looks like that.
Ryland takes Simon’s silence as mockery, scoffing before going on a spiel. “My students don’t sit with me at lunch anymore! My students left class during a very exciting movie day to attend one of your stupid track meets! They praise you all the time, what are you bringing them with, huh? I was their favorite until you came along!”
Simon has to stifle back a laugh. It was cute, Rylands rambling. He’s jealous of the attention Simon’s receiving, it was beyond entertaining to watch Ryland argue his ridiculous case on the other side of the counter.
Ryland looks overworked, and it hits Simon that Rylands definitely has been overthinking this whole thing. He looks like he’s about to cry, poor thing.
Interrupting his rambling, Simon speaks up, “you’re upset over attention? You do know they always talk about you, right? They asked if you could join us for lunch, which I agreed, but when they tried asking you told them to stop talking about me. They think you hate me. Do you?”
Ryland pauses, eyes widening as he takes in the others words. He looks like a deer in headlights, and Simon finally does crack a smile, even laughs a bit at the reaction.
The sound offends Ryland, clearly, considering his sputtering. “Are you laughing at me?!”
“A little,” Simon muses, hand under his cheek as he looks up at the disheveled science teacher. He leans up to adjust the unaware man’s glasses before returning to his seat, leaning back and watching with an amused expression.
“Hey-” Ryland gasps, swatting the scarred hand away from his face, but it’s already gone. He’s cheeks flush further, lips parted in a pretty ‘O’ as he tried to figure out what to say in response to that.
“No wonder they like you,” Simon suddenly speaks up, was his voice deeper than before? It’s gruff, grumbling straight from his chest, it has the hair on the back of Rylands neck standing.
“Wh-What?”
“You’re entertaining. What I’m getting at is that you're jealous of the praise, yeah? I’ll have you know they talk good about you all day. And if praise is what you’re looking for, I don’t mind helping.”
That earns him a flustered glare. “You’re mocking me.”
“No I’m not, I just hate to see a pretty boy not know his worth.”
Ryland hates how wet that sentence makes him. Ryland hates how obvious he’s being, thighs shamelessly squeezing together. Ryland hates that he forgot just how sexy Simon looked, all pretty but rough around the edges, and sporting the most mouth watering muscles he’s ever seen. He’s been avoiding Simon all week, he forgot just how attracted to him he was. And now he was teasing him, calling him a pretty boy? Ryland might as well cum in his pants right now, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s gotten laid. And now, because of his abstinence, he’s acting like a flustered virgin, how embarrassing.
Simon clicks his tongue, a sharp tut that has Rylands knees buckling just from the sound. Simon’s teasing him, he knows it, but it’s working.
“You’re desperate for praise, huh?” Simon tuts, muscular legs spreading sinfully across the small chair. Ryland hates how turned on he is right now, he’s never been one for hookups, but this man already had him feeling like putty.
Simon’s curling a finger at Ryland, beckoning him over. Ryland, like a dog, obeys.
Ryland is a lonely man. Maybe that’s why he gives in so easily to Simons wordless command. Maybe that’s why he really is so desperate for praise and attention, specially praise and attention from the gorgeous man manspread in the chair before him. Thank God all the students have left for the day, and most of the teachers had, too. This was wildly unprofessional, but Ryland was desperate.
“You’re pretty when you’re angry,” Simon whispers when Ryland gets close enough. He leans over until their lips graze one another, breath ghosting over the plump skin.
Ryland doesn’t respond, instead crashing his lips into the others. It's messy, a sloppy exchange of spit as they let their arousal get the better of them. Simon bites at Rylands plump bottom lip, earning a surprised gasp, just the access Simon needed to shove his tongue inside the other's warm mouth. Its fucking dirty, Rylands never done anything like this before, but he’s addicted.
At some point in the makeout session Simon stands from his chair, hands finding their way to Rylands body and exploring. First his hips, then sneakily sliding under his shirt to his midriff, then caressing the soft flesh of his waist, then finally to the curve of his ass. Simon wastes no time slapping the clothed skin, making Ryland squeak.
Ryland copies Simon’s actions, his own hands sliding up the others shirt. One hand caresses a supple pec, while the other finally squeezes at the skin of his muscular bicep. Simon had not expected Ryland to be so touchy, moaning when a finger pinches his sensitive nipple.
“So needy,” Simon groans into the kiss, backing Ryland up into the desk. The blonde is manhandled, flipped around so he’s bent over the desk. His arms lay limp behind his back, Simon holding them by the wrist to keep him pinned down. His free prosthetic hand taps at a nearby history textbook, “read.”
“H-Huh?” Ryland’s eyes widened, unsure if he understood Simon’s request. Simon only grunts, tearing those tight fitting khakis and boxers down, leaving Ryland completely bare and vulnerable.
Fear flashes across Rylands face, he hasn’t had bottom surgery, and obviously he never told Simon he was trans before. Ryland worried Simon would be disgusted, but instead, the other showed no care for his anatomy. Ryland appreciated the indifference, returning his attention to the textbook beside him.
“Read. Chapter twelve,” Simon grunts into his ear, fingers sliding between Rylands wet folds in a teasing manner.
Ryland, eager to please, is flipping through the textbook to find the chapter. He stutters through the introduction, words slurring near the end, the last sentence becomes incoherent. Simon slaps a mean hand down onto Rylands clit, making him jolt.
“Nuh-uh. Use your words, try again.”
It takes Ryland four more tries to repeat the sentence correctly, each incorrect phrasing getting him a harsh slap to his oversensitive clit. Despite the degradation, he’s gushing around Simon’s fingers, soaking his hand completely. The room is filled with the obscene sound of squelching as he’s finger fucked, it’s shameful.
When Ryland finally finishes the introduction, Simon leans down to kiss the top of his head. “Good job, think you deserve a reward.”
Ryland is buzzing with anticipation when he’s promised a reward. His hips stutter back, crying out when the thick fingers thrusting into his needy heat were removed.
“H-hey-” He whines, twisting around to glare at Simon. His complaints are silenced by the pressure of a thick cockhead nudging at his slick entrance, bullying its way in.
“Simon- Oh fuck- Oh my God- Soooooo big-”
Rylands never taken a cock this big, all girthy and pulsing inside his heat. He’s trying to rock his hips into Simon’s, but the history teacher isn’t moving, much to Rylands dismay.
“I didn’t tell you to stop reading,” Simon growls, a low rumble that has Ryland clenching on the unmoving cock. A prosthetic finger taps at the next section of the chapter, urging Ryland to keep going.
“T-the colonists… fuck… declared independence- nghhh, so deep-” Ryland can’t even get through the first sentence, drooling over the textbook as the thick tip kisses the sensitive bundle of nerves. He’s leaking around Simon’s dick, cockdrunk as he tries to fuck himself. He bucks his hips backward, but to no avail. Now Simon’s gripping his hips to the table, keeping him still, and slapping a hand on Rylands ass. It’s a harsh slap, echoing throughout the room, and leaves a red imprint of Simon’s hand.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Y-yes! Please!”
“Then,” slap, “start,” slap, “fucking,” slap, “reading.”
That gets Ryland going, moaning and sobbing between sentences, but managing to make them coherent enough for Simon to praise. Each praise earns him a delicious thrust that has him creaming along the base of Simon’s cock.
Finally, Grace has finished the job, panting with a tear stricken face. Simon cooes, leaning down to kiss away the tears.
“Did so good for me, pretty boy,” he finally praises, and finally begins to fuck him properly.
Simon fucks hard and relentlessly, hips slamming into Ryland enough to make him jolt forward with each thrust. The blonde is fucked dumb, reduced to a drooling, moaning mess as Simon rails him hard.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease, feel so good- mmmfggg, ‘m close, please!”
Simon is pleasantly surprised to discover Ryland is very loud during sex, not holding back on how good he feels. His pussy talks, too, squelching and clenching and fluttering to show its appreciation. The sensation has his cock feeling sensitive, pre leaking as his hips stutter.
A few more thrusts later and Simon is spilling inside Ryland, groaning his name sinfully as hot cum fills the tight entrance. Ryland takes it all greedily, panting and rambling incoherently about how good it feels to be filled up.
It takes Ryland a moment to come down from his high of orgasming to come to his senses, and when he finally has, Simon’s already manhandling him into another position. He flips Ryland over, sits him up and brings him to the edge of the desk. Meanwhile, Simon’s dropping to his knees, face to face with the drooling, oozing entrance.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
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Needless to say, Ryland went home with Simon that night and got railed even harder in the comfort of the history teachers bedroom. Also needless to say, the two of them called out the next day. Ryland because he couldn’t walk, Simon because he was big on aftercare.
When they came back to school Wednesday morning, hand in hand, the students cheer. Their favorite teachers were friends now! No more onesided beef!
They share lunch, together, with the students now, all huddled inside Simon’s spacious history classroom. Ryland sits beside Simon, hands intertwined discreetly under the desk. Or, at least they thought they were being discreet.
“Mr. Simon, Mr. Grace. My mommy says only married people hold hands. Are you guys married?”
Both of them spit out their drinks.