Class Mate 2 by Yamila Abraham Cover by Feno Copyright © 2012 Yaoi Press.

***** “You have no intention of studying,” Taggert said. “And you’re loud.” The barmaid beckoned them beside a staircase across the room. Duncan rose with a triumphant grin. “Come on, Callum. This place is just going to get more rowdy once the adult shift gets off at the foundry.” The room consisted of a narrow bed, a dresser, and a round table with two chairs. Taggert sat at one of them and piled the books before him. “The waitress will be coming with our meal.” Duncan sat across from him and rested his head in his arms. He gave Taggert his typical adoring stare. “I know. Let’s talk, Callum.” This suggestion forced Taggert to resist a smile. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for moments like these to be constant. “Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything.” Taggert made a tableau with the books and papers to convince anyone who saw them they were studying. “’Everything’ would be quite droll. The only remarkable thing about my life is that I stayed unmated so long.” “Give me the penny version, then.”

“I was born forty-one years ago in Fayettes Port. My father, Reginald Taggert, was a shipbuilder. My mother, Chastity Darringer, was the daughter of the Headmaster. I’m the eldest. I have a younger sister (she’s married and still lives in Fayettes Port). My mother died trying to have a third child when I was fifteen. A terrible thing. She’d fostered a love of books in me. My father never remarried. He grew quite bitter in his declining years. I don’t think he ever forgave me for pursuing teaching rather than shipbuilding. He passed about seven years ago. But, at any rate, I accepted a teaching position at Chambridge Academy and moved to town when I was just a year older than you. That massive house on the hill I live in—it was purchased with my inheritance. My idea was to adopt several orphans to fill up the empty rooms. The process for a single man to adopt turned out to be a horrible nuisance. I’d given up on it.” Duncan nodded. “We ought to adopt some—you know, once I’m out of university.” Taggert sipped his beer. “It’s…marvelous to have someone to plan the future with.” He smiled. “Now give me your penny’s worth.” Duncan lifted his head with a grain of laughter. “I think you just got a halfcrown’s worth already right at my home. That’s where I was born, same with all my brothers and sisters, too. My ma averages a baby a year it seems like.” “Mm, if I may interrupt a moment. There are…methods to prevent pregnancy.” “Course there are. She’s trying to give Darren a son. When she was with my pa it was five boys, one right after the other. I was the fourth one, and after me was Thomas. She kept having kids with pa to try and have a girl. Then he died in that huge fire downtown back in ’56. I was only four, but I remember it. It was awful.”

Taggert gave a sympathetic nod. “A couple of years later she married Darren. It turned out just the opposite with him, you see. It’s been nine girls now. One right after the other. And Darren had a daughter from his first wife who died already. He’s wants a son from ma so bad. Ma says no matter what this next baby is she’s going to quit. She’s getting too old now.” “It seems fate’s had a sense of humor with your family. I can relate.” Duncan pulled out a locket hidden in his shirt. He opened it and gave it to Taggert. “That’s my pa.” Taggert’s hands trembled beneath the small cameo. It was him with a mustache. “I know you look like him,” Duncan said softly. “You…you want a father as much as a lover.” “My pa was kind and had a soft voice. I remember him bringing me these chocolates they used to give out at the bank. And I remember him holding my hand on one side and William’s hand on the other when we went to the pond to feed the ducks. One time ma brought us to his work and he was sitting up straight at this big mahogany desk talking to a farmer in dirty clothes. I remember thinking how sharp pa looked in his black waistcoat, especially compared to the farmer. I wanted to be just like him.” He paused to concentrate several moments. “I know you looking like him has something to do with why I like you. I don’t know exactly how it fits, though. It bothered me a whole lot in the beginning.” He righted himself in the chair. “Mr. Blake set me straight about it. ‘So what if he looks like your dad?’ he said. ‘He’s not your dad, so there’s nothing wrong with you fancying him. We can’t pick who our hearts are drawn to.’ And of course that’s even truer now. The oracle put us together.”

“Psshaw! Damn that Alistair. Why would he encourage you?” A clang of metal sounded outside the door. Someone knocked. Duncan leapt up to help the barmaid bring in their tray of food. Taggert moved aside the well placed study decoys on the table. “I’ll be back up in a bit to check on you.” “Unnecessary,” Taggert said. He pulled out his purse and paid with a generous tip. “Leave us to our work without interruption.” “Oh! Okay. Give the key to Buck at the bar when you’re ready to go.” The young woman seemed happy to be relieved (likely due to the stairs). “Study hard, Duncan!” Duncan rose to lock her out. He leant his back against the door while grinning from ear to ear. “You’re slyer than you look, Callum.” He lifted off the cloches with his nose raised. “I can’t fathom what you mean. Do sit and eat.” Taggert couldn’t remember a more pleasurable meal. They conversed about pub food. Duncan shared his peasant-fair recommendations with glee. Taggert described delicacies that made the boy’s eyes sparkled. “We’ll take the train together to the city one day. I’ll treat you to some truly fine cuisine.” “I can’t wait for that, but you know, this right here is real nice, too.” Taggert smiled at him. “I agree.” “To our future.” Duncan raised his mug. “To maintaining our secret so we can have a future.” He clinked their mugs.

Duncan drank his and dabbed his mouth with the cloth napkin. “Always got to go back to that, don’t you?” Taggert noticed the darkening of his demeanor. “One of us has to be the wiser.” “There’s no risk right now, is there? We’re locked up. All alone. And we ain’t at school.” He eyed him. “A sullied bed will give us away.” “So we’ll be careful.” He stood. “You’re loud and the walls are thin.” Duncan went to him and took his hand. “Shove a napkin in my mouth if I get too loud.” He pulled him toward the bed. “I don’t want to ride home after dark.” He pushed Taggert back on the mattress. “Rent the room for the night.” “Is there anything I can say to dissuade you?” Duncan lowered over him and brought his face near. “No.” He locked their mouths together. Taggert closed his arms around Duncan’s back. This time he felt he could truly revel in his kisses. Just the joining of their warm lips caused flutters in his middle. Duncan tilted his head and merged their mouths. His tongue touched against Taggert’s. He felt a wave of euphoria. Duncan found a way to turn their kisses even more intimate. He spread his fingers through his hair and wrangled with his tongue. Duncan broke to gaze down at him. His face was already flushed. “You’re up for anything, aren’t you?” His voice turned raspy. “Just this once. Don’t get used to it.”

Something about the whisper seemed to stir him. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “Mmm. My sexy teacher.” Duncan groped his dark hair. “Give me another one of them hot kisses.” Taggert leant up to meet his lips. Their tongues lathed together. The rapture felt akin to floating. Taggert’s entire body tingled. When Duncan broke that time Taggert could see the same pleasure reflected in his face. He looked into his eyes with a dreamy expression. “Ngh, fuck me.” “Duncan—!” “Yeah.” He licked his lips. “I cussed. What you going to do about it? Fuck me, Mr. Taggert, teacher, sir.” Taggert tried to look disapproving. He could only take deep breaths through his mouth. His cock lurched inside his pants. He rolled Duncan off him so he could climb further onto the bed. Duncan grabbed his shirt collar. Taggert unbuttoned it quickly to let him pull it off. The boy threw off his own clothes as if it were a race. He climbed over Taggert with his erect cock bobbing in front of him. Then he fumbled with Taggert’s belt. “Everything off.” “The light, Duncan.” “No, dang it. I want to see you naked.” Please Support us by Purchasing the Full 75 Page Story on Kindle. Kindle has Aps that let you read Kindle Books on your Computers, Phones, or Devices! Grab it here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007ZUTVIA/ref=nosim?tag=alimationcom&linkCode=sb1 &camp=212353&creative=380549

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