Chapter 89

                                    

                                          
Blindly trusting the spontaneous professor, Roger got out of the car and trailed behind the taller man as they approached the ghost town of a hotel, the only belongings with them being Brian's bag and the bottle of lube and pack of cigarettes Roger had stealthily smuggled inside it. A small bell jingled as Brian pushed open the door, alerting the bored and distracted desk clerk of their presence. All eyes grew wide as the party instantly recognized one another and began to silently wonder the same thing.
                          
"What are you doing here, John?" Roger vocalized their shared thought, his voice wavering only a little as he approached the desk the student hid behind, quickly setting the bass he dawdled with in his lap aside and rising to his feet, adjusting the velvet vest his manager believed would give the establishment a much-needed touch of class with an air of familiar awkwardness.
                          
"I...I work here," he stuttered as coolly as he could manage, his suspicious eyes flickering between the two men that stood before him. A noticeable blush appeared in his cheeks as he turned the tables and shot back with a false sense of procured confidence, "What are you doing here?"
                          
"W-We're on holiday," Brian stammered in response, earning a raised eyebrow from the blonde by his side. "Doing research. F-For the...erm, the..."
                          
"University?" John attempted to finish his professor's sentence.
                          
"Precisely," the tall man murmured, glad his pupil hadn't caught on to his and the music instructor's true intentions.
                          
Roger shook his head in disbelief of Brian's spontaneous plan and returned his attention to John, dropping his hands down on the raised ledge of the desk that separated the two of them and startling the jumpy student to announce matter-of-factly, "We need a room, John. You got any available?"
                          
"W-Well, yeah," he muttered, saying no more on the matter. 
                          
The blonde narrowed his gaze, asking slowly as if the poor boy was doltish—which both the music instructor and the professor knew wasn't the case, "Can we have one?" 
                          
The lanky boy nodded his head, the thought of a verbal response impossible as he gravitated towards the board where all the room keys hung, his heart beating against his chest. Still facing the pair of colleagues as if he were to turn his back to them, they would disappear or worse, attack him, the boy lifted a shaky hand and searched around the board by touch. Roger's eyes rolled inside his head and his arms crossed over his chest, wishing the student would get on with it. They didn't have all night, despite the fact that they actually did, but the two men were becoming impatient. The sexual tension raging between them screamed with a need for attention, a desire to be satiated, and the longer they pushed it off, the worse the yearning became.
                          
"One or...or two?" John questioned, snapping his teachers out of the dazes they'd fallen into, watching the nervous boy struggle to complete a task he'd easily accomplished several times before.
                          
"One's fine, John," Brian cried out, growing irritated and antsy. 
                          
With the simple, stern order, the student plucked the key his hand had been hovering over off its hook and returned to the desk, exchanging it for the pen whose endcap had been mindlessly gnawed at to write their names down in the guest book. John hadn't even gotten a blot of ink down before Roger snatched the key up from the desk and scurried off with Brian's hand in his, leaving the boy all by himself. With a disappointed sigh, the college student plopped down in his chair and pulled his bass back into his lap, toying with the strings absentmindedly and humming a tune he'd been tinkering with to ignore the speculations forming in his head. 
                          
Meanwhile, the giddy pair stumbled down the dim hallway, their minds too eager to cooperate with their feet at the thought of what was promptly to happen. Upon locating the randomly assigned room, Roger fumbled with the grimy room key and eventually found success, tumbling into the room with the tall professor hot on his tail. 
                          
The blonde wasted no time at all in surging towards Brian, crashing their lips together in one, swift motion. Brian easily succumbed to the gesture, allowing Roger to take control of the kiss and slide his tongue past the professor's slightly parted lips. It was evident to both men where the situation was destined to head as their clothed hips rubbed against each other and made their nagging erections known. Brian quietly moaned into the kiss at the feel of Roger's length pressing into his thigh and felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, hoping the blonde wouldn't say anything about it. 
                          
Once the need for air became too much, the two hesitantly separated but remained standing, their chests a hair apart and their eyes locked. The moments they'd spent together since first meeting had completely destroyed any unspoken emotional barriers between them and allowed Roger to see the nervousness plainly painted across Brian's face, an insecurity his subconscious confident body language normally disguised well. 
                          
"You're sure about this?" Brian uttered his question so softly that, if Roger had been across the room, he wouldn't have heard it.
                          
"Are you sure about this?" Roger asked back, simultaneously giving his answer and avoiding the question. 
                          
The professor smiled at the response and ducked his head down again to press their lips together with much less fervor than before. The intimate gesture made the blonde shiver, unaccustomed to such a gentle pace in his love life, but he melted like butter in the strong arms now wrapped around his waist. Brian's hand placement above the swell of Roger's ass felt signaturely Brian: a tad bit shy, so as not to assume anything or make the wrong move, but bold enough to feel raunchy.
                          
The pair eventually made it over to the bed, barely parting from the embrace and planting quick kisses against each other's lips as if they couldn't bear the loss of contact for more than a second. 
                          
"Do you even know what to do?" Roger breathed, lying on his back across the tattered mattress with Brian hovering over him, his words spoken directly into the professor's face with a joking smirk. 
                          
"I'm not a bloody virgin, Roger," Brian smiled back, a deep blush undermining his smooth tone of voice. They were both aware of what the blonde truly meant to ask, as well as the answer to said question, for it was no secret that Brian knew next to nothing about sleeping with another man, and Roger had been so accustomed to selling himself for somebody else's pleasure that he was almost just going through the motions at this point. "Is it really even that different?" The innocence in Brian's inquiry made Roger let out a small giggle, trying his hardest not to make the laugh sound too harsh.
                          
"Not that much, but I can make it more familiar if you'd like."
                          
His brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?" 
                          
"Well, like I said, I've got my wig and a few dresses with my stuff. If you want, they're just in the car. I could—" 
                          
The sadness in Brian's eyes as he cupped the blonde's cheek in his hand silenced the young music teacher. "Roger, what makes you think I would want that?"
                          
"I-I don't know...that's usually how most men want me, I guess."
                          
The slight tremble in Roger's voice broke Brian's heart, and he couldn't resist leaning down to softly kiss his cheek not out of pity, but of sincerity. An eerie silence settled in the atmosphere of the room as they both contemplated what to say next, Brian still propped above the blonde but with eyes slipped shut now. 
                          
Roger broke the silence first, afraid he'd messed up and disappointed Brian without even taking his clothes off as he asked, "Did I do something wrong?" 
                          
The timid query caused Brian to reopen his eyes, disappointed that the blonde would even think he'd somehow made a mistake that night thus far. If anyone made a mistake that night, it was him, but he couldn't let the blonde know that. "No, no, of course not." The professor repeated the faint word of denial while shaking his head in disbelief, smiling at Roger's softening features. 
                          
"You're still sure about this, then?" Roger mocked Brian's question from earlier, a small smile creeping its way onto his face.
                          
"I am, but like I said, I want to be with you. Just Roger, no women's clothes or makeup or anything of the sort...just you." 
                          
The kind and truly spoken words stirred something inside of the blonde, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. It almost brought a tear to his eye, but he suppressed the overwhelming sensation and sheepishly nodded in agreement to Brian's words, the excitement of the situation regaining momentum.