Az picked up the controller and shut the TV off, taking Gabe’s chin gently into his hand and turning him to face Az.
“I like you. I consider you a friend, and I don’t count many beings in that category. You have shown me kindness and care. You have value to me. I like you a lot, and you mean a lot to me. I am sexually attracted to you, and I think you’re sexy as hell.” Az smirked at his own pun, but then he continued, “More importantly, I think you are beautiful inside. You matter to me.”
Gabe stared into his eyes for a moment and then nodded.
Az looked into his eyes as he said it again. “I like you, and I want you, and you matter to me.”
Gabe blushed and looked away, and Az sensed it might be time to lighten the mood, so he gestured towards their dicks and chuckled, saying, “So, we both need to freshen up a bit.”
Gabe chuckled as well, looking down at both their cum covered bodies.
“Yeah,” Gabe breathed out. “Yeah, I definitely want to hop in the shower. Are you okay waiting?” he asked.
Az could magically clean them up, and he wasn’t sure if it was better to leave Gabe alone to think about things or not, but it didn’t seem like Gabe was sad or upset, so he nodded his head and watched Gabe walk toward the bathroom.
He sincerely hoped he han’t just fucked things up with his human. Because he hadn’t been lying. Gabe did matter to him. More than he cared to think about.
Chapter15
Gabriel
The next day during class, Gabe was distracted; he couldn't get Az’s words out of his head. Az had said he liked him. Like,likedhim, liked him. And mattered to him. And Gabe knew Az kept saying it wasn’t sex, but ithadbeen sex. It had to have been sex. Because it had beenreallygood, and masturbation hadneverbeen that good.
He thought about those words all last night while the two of them ate dinner and joked around and eventually watched TV (not porn that time, because that might’ve been too much for Gabe’s brain).
He thought about it this morning when he woke up with a hard-on, and when Az had gently reached over, touching his thigh, Gabe had moved Az’s hand onto his dick. Az had called it “his morning masturbation routine” again, but then Gabe had tentatively reached over and stroked Az’s cock as well. They had both exploded in orgasm at the same time, and Gabe was amazed that was even possible. Afterwards, Az had cuddled him and kissed his forehead.
Gabe needed to stop thinking about it, though, because there was a room full of crazy, hormonal teenagers who weresupposedto be doing work, only Gabe highly doubted much work was occurring with him sitting at his desk daydreaming.
“Hey, will you give me twenty bucks if I eat that cockroach?” he overheard from across the room, and he realized it was definitely time to pull himself together.
“Jason, there will be absolutely NO eating of cockroaches,” he sighed out, rubbing his temples. Mark walked over, ready to stomp on it, but Lexi screeched out something about murder, and since Mark seemed to like Lexi, he instead collected it on a piece of paper and asked if he could go set it free outside.
Gabe waved his hand in agreement; he didn’t have the heart to tell either of them the cockroach looked pretty dead.
At least it hadn’t been a mouse. He shuddered. Public education buildings at their finest.
As he looked around he realized that most students actuallywereworking, and that it was entirely thanks to Az, who was walking around the room, talking to students, and commenting on their projects.
Gabe stood up and walked over, only to hear Az in the middle of a rather grumpy but passionate speech.
“So I can assure you that he most definitelywasa real person, and even if William Shakespeare was a pen name, it wouldstillmake him a real person, just a real person with a different name.
“Playwrights back then, nobles especially, were far too competitive to all band together to write under a shared pen name. The idea is absurd. Shakespeare in particular was a pompous, insufferable, upstart know-it-all who was completely full of himself. There’s no way he would have let anyone else ‘ghost write’ any of his plays. Ludicrous,” Az grumped.
Gabe tried very hard not to laugh at Az’s little tirade.
“He’s really passionate about Shakespeare for a health teacher,” he heard one student mutter, and he couldn’t help it, he did laugh then.
Az shot him a dirty look, walking by and muttering to him, “Teenagers are worse than demons from the ninth hell.”
Nick, one of his more academic-minded students, nodded sagely, said “Truth,” and stuck his fist out in front of Az as he walked by.
Az fist bumped him and continued to mingle, grumbling under his breath.
Gabe chuckled. God, he loved having Az in the classroom.
Which made him stop in his tracks.
