Starvation

Starvation
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: Written on a whim few years ago.

The black hands of the clock reached twelve thirty and Professor Collins stood up. There were only a few students left in the room, scribbling madly on the paper in front of them.

"All right, guys. Time's up."

A groan arose from the students as they shuffled to get their belongings in order. The tall man stood at the door and took the student's exams as they left the room.

"Have a nice day!" he said to each one of them as they left. Some smiled back to their professor, wishing him the same. Others just headed on their way with only a soft grunt in reply. Collins didn't take it the wrong way. He was used to it by now. When all the students had left, he shut the door but kept it unlocked. He was used to students coming in for explanations of things. Sometimes, select students he knew well would accompany him for lunch, no matter how much the administration frowned upon it. Collins was not a favorite among the administration to begin with, so he was really pushing it. But it only happened once in a while, so he saw no harm in it.

Today it was quiet, especially since it was exam week and many students took this oppurtunity to spend every minute of their free time with their friends out and about. Collins wouldn't have to stay much longer, but he thought it was best to start grading some of the exams before heading home so he wouldn't be up til the wee hours of the morning performing the task. He had been doing it a lot recently since the students had just turned in their term papers. He'd sit on the couch, his papers on one side of him and his lover Angel on the other, laying his head comfortably on Collins' thigh. Angel usually didn't talk, since he knew that grading papers was a daunting task. Just being close to the dark skinned man was enough for him, and Collins enjoyed having the transvestite with him all the time. After a handful of the papers were finished, he'd look over to see how Angel was doing. His chest was usually rising and falling in perfect time, indicating he was deep in slumber. Collins always smiled and leaned down to kiss his lover upside down (which was no easy task, but he had perfected it) before setting the papers on the coffee table, lifting Angel's head off his lap lightly as to not disturb him before standing up and taking the smaller man into his arms. Angel would usually open those large eyes of his sleepily at feeling his body being moved.

"Tom...?" he'd ask sleepily, and Collins would kiss him to shush him. "It's me, love. Go back to sleep, we're going to bed."

Despite all the time they spent together, it was only emotional lately. There was no physical activity between the two. It had been almost three weeks since the two had made love or given each other any sort of pleasure besides just being together. The philosophy professor felt guilt settling in him as he sat at his desk, lost in his thoughts. He would have to make it up to Angel sometime soon. Thank goodness the break was coming up. He groaned as he looked in his bag. He had forgotten his lunch.

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This place is so confusing...Angel thought as he wandered around the New York University campus. Collins had once mentioned the building he worked in, but for now he was lost. He was in his usual attire: tights, a skirt which was white, very high shoes, a sweater type top which was purple and his short black wig. He recieved a lot of looks from the passing students which varied from suspicious to utter amazement. He saw a group of girls and headed for them.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could point me to Professor Collins' class? I don't have any clue where it is."

One of the girls in the group stepped forward. "You new here?" she asked.

"No, I'm his roommate and he forgot his lunch at home so I was bringing it to him."

The girl squinted at Angel, before beaming. "Oh, I know who you are! You're Angel!"

The drag queen was a bit taken aback when the girl announced his name, but he wasn't that surprised. "Oh, you know me huh?"

The girls giggled. "Yeah, we know you. You are a main part of some of Professor Collins's lessons, you know. And he has a picture of you on his desk."

Ah, yes. Now he remembered. Collins had come home one day very angry because one of the administration members had come in after class to talk to him and had noticed the picture on the desk of Angel. He asked him to remove the picture from the desk since it might make the students feel uncomfortable, but Collins had refused. He knew it might've meant losing his job, but he stood his ground.

"Why didn't you just take the picture off the desk, sweetie? You get to see me everyday at home," the transvestite had scolded lightly when Collins told him.

"Because I have rights, Angel. Just because I'm gay and love a man does not make having a picture of my boyfriend on my desk any different than a straight man having a picture of his wife on his desk."

"Well, can you direct me to his classroom, dear?" the Latino asked.

"Sure!" the girl replied, and promising her friends she would be back shortly, escorted Angel to a building not far from where they had been.

"His room is down the hall, make a left and it should be right there on the right."

Angel smiled to the girl. "Thank you, honey."

The girl nodded. "No problem! Bye!" and she left quickly.

"This is great...." Collins muttered, sighing. Well, he'd just go without lunch for today. He'd pick up chinese on his way home for Angel and himself for dinner. His head turned quickly when he heard the doorknob turning.

"Good afternoon...." he waited to see which student it was so he could greet them by name. A smile spread quickly to his face when he saw Angel come into his view.

"Angel!" The tall man leapt up and strided to his lover. They embraced each other and kissed for a few seconds before pulling apart. "Sweetheart, what are you doing here?"

The Latino held up the plastic bag. "You forgot your lunch, absentminded professor," he teased, recieving another kiss as a thank you.

"Thanks, baby. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Starve," the slightly feminine voice said, a smirk crossing his beautiful features.

Collins took a hold of Angel's smaller hand and led him to his desk. Collins sat in the chair while Angel sat on the desktop. "Well, to tell you the truth, I've been overworking lately," the older man admitted, running a big hand over a nylon-covered thigh.

"I've noticed," Angel said, a playful tone in his voice.

"And I've been starving for a taste of you." Collins stood up, moving to nuzzle the crook of Angel's neck. "It's been so long, hasn't it?"

The drag queen let his arms clasp around his lover's neck, letting out a slight moan. "Oh baby, it's been agonizing," Angel put a strong emphasis on "agonizing" as he felt Colins' hands teasing him underneath his skirt. "You're a terrible man," the Latino whimpered, letting Collins have better acess to his neck.

The dark skinned man licked and nibbled the mocha skin of his boyfriend's neck and pulled his sweater down to have access to his shoulder. "I want you right now."

Angel cried out when Collins found his spot. "Here? But baby..."

"Don't worry, my classes are over for the day. But you have to be quiet." Collins knew his lover got very vocal in the heat of the moment.

"Can't I just let out little moans? How will you know if I'm enjoying it otherwise?"

"Facial expressions, but yes, makes those cute little moans of yours."

Collins was in the process of taking Angel's skirt off when he heard a knock at his door.

"Shit! Angel, hide under my desk."

The transvestite was about to protest, but he got under the desk on his knees. Collins scoot his chair in so the person at the door would not be able to catch the man that was under his desk. "Come in!" he shouted once everything was situated.

It was the Dean.

Collins smiled pleasantly at the man. "Hello, sir!"

"Good afternoon Mister Collins. Are you well?"

When you leave I will be. He nodded his head. "Wonderful! And yourself?"

"I'm fine. Professor, I came here because there was a report from one of the students that your little boyfriend is on the grounds. Is that true?"

Collins opened his mouth to speak when he felt his zipper being undone. Angel wouldn't dare, not with the Dean talking to him! He swallowed hard and spoke. "Yes, he was here. He came to bring me my lunch because I forgot it at home."

"Is he still here?" he asked, anger reflecting in his tone.

Collins jolted slightly feeling Angel's tounge touch the hot flesh of his erection. He held a groan in his throat, letting out an airy breath. "N-no, he went home so I could grade some papers," he said, trying to look as straight-faced as possible while Angel devoured his cock. He was using his teeth. Good lord it drove him crazy when he did that.

"Are you feeling well, Mister Collins?" the Dean asked, arching his eyebrows.

"I'm fine, sir." Angel had now taken him into his mouth and was giving his cock a wonderful treatment. He wished the Dean would hurry up and leave. His compusture could only hold up for so long.

"Are you sure? You don't look well at all. You're sweating profusely."

He tried to laugh it off, working a low growl in the end as to send a warning to Angel to lay off. But did he listen? No, of course not. He kept right on going, feeling the back of Angel's throat now. Good God, his boyfriend was a fucking tease. "Yes sir, I just am a bit tired and it's a little hot in here."

The other man seemed sastisfied with that response. "All right, Mister Collins. Don't overwork yourself, it's not good for you." He turned to leave. "And remember about our visiting policy."

Yeah, the one that only applies to me...he thought, nodding. "H-have good day, s-sir."

Right when the door shut, he felt the familiar sensation of completion. "Angel...." he moaned breathlessly, throwing his head back and breathing hard. His seed flooded into Angel's awaiting mouth, which he swallowed happily. Zipping up his boyfriend's pants, Angel pushed the rolling chair out so he could come out from under the desk.

"Well sweetheart, I don't want to risk anymore interruptions," he said as he wiped his mouth. Collins had his mouth hanging open, panting.

"Angel, I swear to god, there will be punishment for this."

"Oh goodie! I was hoping so. See you tonight, dearest." Angel bent over and placed a chaste kiss on the older man's lips. He smiled to him over his shoulder before leaving the room discreetly.

Collins shook his head and wiped his forehead of sweat. His taste for Angel would have to be sastisfied tonight. For now, he would just eat his lunch and try desperately to concentrate on grading papers.