He leaned forward, gaze locked on the massive movie theater screen ten feet away, resting his elbows on his knees.
Another sound of pleasure echoed from the speakers, followed by a sharp cry as the writhing body on screen quickened the movements of their fingers buried deep inside their ass. They were kneeling on the ground in front of a plush leather seat similar to the one Sila was on, a screen in front of them playing a dirty film of two guys roughly fucking in the woods.
There’d been a chase and some bloodshed—more than Sila would expect from a scripted pornographic video. It certainly wasn’t the type of thing most people would be getting off to.
Not that the man pleasuring himself was paying attention to it. His head was tipped down, eyes on a picture projected from his multi-slate.
Sila had set up the best spyware he could get his hands on in the adjoining private show room, but even it was unable to capture the image on the man’s multi-slate. The picture was too tiny, kept small so the man could keep it close to him as he worked himself into a frenzy.
Not that Sila needed to see to take a guess what the picture could be of. Earlier that afternoon he’d posted a shot of himself sitting on the edge of the Vail University pool. He’d been shirtless and still dripping from the swim, his head tilted to the side suggestively, one hand brushing his hair back. Sila had posted it for this very reason, to be used in this exact way.
Baiting this particular prey was child’s play. It would have been tedious even, if not for all the hidden skeletons the man on screen kept tucked in his closet.
The man gasped, one hand behind him, fingers pushing in deep, the other wrapped around his cock. His pastel blue hair was damp at the sides, no doubt from the rainstorm taking place outside, but he’d shed his wet clothes as soon as he’d entered, the tailored two-piece suit tossed carelessly over the leather armrest behind him. He’d left the tie on though, the long black length of fabric brushing against the thin gray carpet with each pump of his fist.
If he were in there with him, Sila would enjoy grabbing hold of it and yanking—
He cut that thought short and forced his hand away from between his legs. Now wasn’t the time for that either.
All good things were worth the wait.
“Not that anyone would call you good,” Sila murmured to the blue haired man. “At least, not once they actually got to know you.” He was curious how many people had snuck a peek under the mask, or if anyone ever had at all. Was he the first?
“Bay Delmar,” he tested the name on his tongue for what must have been the hundredth time. When Sila’s brother had pointed out they had a secret admirer, neither of them ever would have guessed it was Bay of all people. Since they hadn’t had any classes with him and were new to the school, neither had recognized him as a teacher.
Initially, when his brother had told him about the unwanted attention, Sila had expected another boring exchange with a fellow student. He’d find them, turn them down, move on with his life.
And if the person insisted on sticking around even after having been warned?
Sila would kill them.
Problem solved, end of story.
Only, it hadn’t been another student his brother had noticed gazing from afar.
Bay Delmar, the youngest member on staff at Vail University, was lithe and about a head shorter than Sila. His hair was naturally a soft cotton candy blue shade, styled in a soft part with an asymmetrical fringe. It looked like he rolled out of bed like that and merely finger combed those blue locks, but Sila knew that was a lie. Bay must take time every morning to get it perfect like that. So, appearance was important to him.
He wore thin rimmed glasses that practically swallowed his face with how big they were, but the golden rims did help highlight the intensity of his eyes. They were gold as well, like shiny coins dropped in a crystal-clear stream. Pretty even. Standing amongst the throngs, he could easily be mistaken as another student.
Though, with how skillfully he was working his ass and his weeping dick, he wasn’t exactly the picture of a strict professor either.
Prior to catching him at the illegal races held at the docks, it’d been almost laughable that a man as boring and unimpressive as Bay could believe for even a second he stood a chance with one of the Varun twins. Apparently, he’d been watching for a while too, at least over the course of the past semester, if his brother’s timeline was correct. He’d asked Sila to deal with it, afraid he’d do something stupid and lose his cool if he did so himself, and Sila had been more than willing to oblige.
He’d do anything for his brother. Keeping him safe ensured keeping himself safe as well. All their lives, the Varun twins had been a unit. There was no Sila without Rin and vice versa.
After spending the entire first year on this planet as the quiet, studious nobody he’d been known as back on their home world, Sila had already decided it was time for a personality overhaul. This gave him the perfect excuse for it too, so in a way, he should be thanking the fascinating professor.
Sila had already put his plans in action and had spent most of the summer at the clubs and bars, never turning down an invitation to a party. He’d reinvented himself as friendly and flirtatious, building a friend group practically from scratch. It’d been easy, but he’d had to work subtly to avoid any suspicions and to keep his brother from realizing the full extent of his plot.
All of this just to get a better handle on their would-be stalker.
“You’re already so much work, Professor,” Sila said to the screen. “I wonder how you’ll be once the game really begins?”
He’d realized Bay was an illegal racer at the end of last semester, too late for him to do anything to the older man before school ended for the year. Since they’d be parted for the next three months during break, Sila had needed a way to keep himself in Bay’s mind even with distance between them. Posting on the social media app—once known as Inspire, newly named Imagine—had been the obvious solution.
Before, he’d been relatively unknown on the app, but he’d grown his following rather quickly. As far as he knew, the professor wasn’t one of them, but he’d purposefully set his account to public, calculating that Bay wouldn’t want to risk being caught by openly following. This way he could still see every one of Sila’s posts without having to and, in turn, Sila could keep him on the hook.
His brother would be livid if he knew that instead of getting rid of their stalker, Sila was out here luring him closer, but there were no rules tohowhe handled the problem, so technically he was doing nothing wrong.
