Free Disasterology 101 by Taylor V. Donovan

first, quickly followed by his dark gray pullover shirt, undershirt and the tank top he wore underneath.
     
    “One…two…three….”
     
    He had to wash up and change into fresh clothes before he finished counting to thirty.
     
    When Cedric signed up as a teacher at MCC, he thought a two-hour class twice a week with fifteen minute breaks and a limit of fifteen students was something he’d be able to handle. It was the second step on what Cedric liked to refer to as his “Stop Being a Twat Program.” Considering the first step had been leaving everything that was familiar to him behind and moving to another country for a few months, it should have been easy.
     
    It wasn’t. This was his third group of students in six months, but he wasn’t any closer to getting used to the proximity of them.
     
    “…fourteen…fifteen…sixteen….”
     
    The classroom was too small. There was only about two feet of distance between the first row of student’s desks and his. It was too damn close and he was hyperventilating just from thinking about it, but he couldn’t quit. This class was important to him and he had to teach it.
     
    “…twenty-one…twenty-two….”
     
    Cedric put on deodorant, a tank top, a black undershirt and a black, long sleeve t-shirt. He washed his hands again and put on his gloves. His dirty clothes he folded carefully, only to dump them in the backpack along with his toiletries when he realized he was almost out of time. He quickly glanced at his reflection before rushing out of the ‘loo’, making sure he didn’t look too bad.
     
    He didn’t see anyone when he walked back into the classroom.
     
    “Bugger all.”
     
    Kevin had run away again.
     
    Not everything was lost, though. Kevin was registered in his class and Cedric wasn’t above using his privilege to access contact information for personal gain.
     
    He tugged his lip ring with his tongue and took a deep breath.
     
    He wasn’t proud of it, but it was time he put on his big boy pants and played some hardball in life. He needed to talk to Kevin and convince him Cedric really wasn’t an arse. Then they had to go somewhere and bloody finish what they’d started because, regardless of how unsanitary that sex shop was and the sloppiness of the blow job, it was the hottest sexual encounter Cedric had experienced thus far.
     
    And the kisses… Cedric loved Kevin’s kisses.
     
    Kevin had caught him by surprise. He’d been forceful and out of his mind with desire, and Cedric’s body reacted in tandem. He’d gotten excited. For the first time in his life passion took precedence over everything else, and for three glorious seconds, toothpaste and mouthwash had been the farthest things from Cedric’s mind.
     
    He tugged at his lip ring again and made his way to his desk. The sooner he got his things together and out of there, the sooner he’d be able to call Kevin. But one look at his desk was all it took to make him forget everything about the other man.
     
    Somebody had moved his books toward the center of the desk.
     
    Cedric almost leaped his final steps. He hung his backpack from his shoulder and realigned them. It didn’t matter that he was about to leave. Before he could put the books away he needed to see them where they should have been: exactly three inches from the corner of the desk.
     
    He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and released his breath. Once his heartbeat slowed down he grabbed the books and turned around. That’s when he saw Kevin, leaning against the back wall; his pretty blue eyes fixed on Cedric.
     
    Neither one said a word. Kevin obviously didn’t want to be there, and Cedric was too busy taking in the other man’s appearance.
     
    He was about five feet eleven and stocky, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He seemed solid and strong; his build the kind that was achieved by strenuous manual labor as opposed to hours in the gym.
     
    His light brown hair was a little messy,