Max wondered just how open-minded the model before him was. In many ways, Sean showed signs of a perfect sub candidate, so responsive to Max’s every word. But he also carried a level of visible confidence that most subs just didn’t exhibit. It was an alluring combo, Max had to admit. A challenge he’d love to conquer.
Max shook his head and looked away. What the fuck was he even doing, sizing up their model as a sub. The guy looked barely over twenty-one. Hell, he might not even be that. But he definitely was gay. Max had no doubt. Ascertained that fact the first time Sean had looked at him. Those big dark blue eyes roaming over Max’s face. Lingering on his lips when Max spoke. And his smiles. Modest yet somehow still confident and bright. He’d flashed them a couple times when flirting with Max, thinking he was being subtle.
Max glanced back at Sean and let his gaze roam freely. He’d show Sean subtle. As he bent him over his desk.
Max scowled and looked away a second time. Jesus. He just did it again. So fucking unprofessional. But God, there was just something about that kid. Something Max couldn’t put his finger on.
Fuck. Whatever. Time to focus.
Max forced his attention to his students’ sculptures, assessing their overall progress. Their basic foundations were nearly done, and many had already started on the details. Muscle definition, facial structure, the formation of fingers and toes. Which meant, all in all, they were moving at a great pace. They might even finish next class.
He fucking hoped so. Pretty boy was rubbing him in too many places. Making it hard to concentrate. Or give his students the attention they were entitled. And that shit was unacceptable. Wouldn’t happen again.
He glanced at his watch. It’d been thirty minutes. The class’s halfway mark. He looked at Sean, barely ten feet away. “Break time, Blondie. Get up and stretch those legs.”
Sean made a soft sound and dropped his arms. Rolled his neck and shoulders. Then stood up and grabbed his shorts. Max turned away and got back to his rounds, but a few minutes later, he felt them. Sean’s ocean-abyss eyes, heavy on his back. Like Sean was hoping Max would come over and talk to him. Something Max would absolutely love to do. Which was exactly why he absolutely wouldn’t.
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Friday, too, ended up an exercise in restraint. Max had resolved before class had even started to focus solely and wholeheartedly on his students. It was the final stage of their projects’ development, and therefore the most important. And since their sculptures were being featured at the end of the year art exposition, Max was determined to help get them as perfect as possible. He wanted his students to feel proud of their work. To hold their heads high at the show. They’d have other works displayed also, but these pieces would be the highlight, in part, thanks to their distractingly-attractive model.
So, focus solely on them Max did, but it hadn’t been easy. In fact, it’d been hard as fuck. Hence, the exercise in restraint. During Sean’s break, when Max had felt the guy watching him, he’d wanted nothing more than to watch him right back. Return the favor. And then, when Sean mounted that platform again, get him squirming like Max had done on Wednesday. All he’d have to do was voice another observation. One about a location near Sean’s junk. Junk, he might add, that was beautifully shaven, with a pretty impressive cock. All things he’d already noticed on Wednesday. Admittedly, he’d been pleasantly surprised.
Max forced himself not to eye said cock. How easy it would be to have some more fun. Just a couple of simple comments about the inside of Sean’s thigh. Or the little crease where his groin met his leg. Either would imply where Max was staring. And that’d be all it would take.
It’d actually surprised Max how responsive Sean had been, last class when Max was playing around. How promptly his body had reacted to Max’s words. Again, it’d been subtle, nothing the students would have noticed, but Max’s eye was trained for that shit. The second he started talking about the curve of Sean’s back, Sean’s muscles had visibly tensed. Even his breathing had shifted. Which only encouraged the brat in Max to take advantage and have a little fun.
If Max were a nicer guy, he might even feel bad. Bad about messing with the guy. Making all those observations about Sean’s ass just loud enough for the model to hear. Sean had tensed even stiffer than he had before. Even his butt cheeks had subtly squeezed together. Max’s lips twitched just thinking about it. He’d bet his nut sac that if he’d continued on, Sean would’ve gotten a boner. But Max had shown mercy, like he occasionally did, and left Sean alone after that. Let the kid relax and find his bearings.