Requirements to Stay on the Team

Chapter One -- Professor Lawson

PAXTON

Paxton Rhodes shuffled into his dorm room and threw his backpack on the floor before landing face-down in his pillow. He ignored his roommate, Jeff Brown, when he looked up from his laptop. He already had enough trouble to deal with.

"Something wrong, Pax?" Jeff's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"No." He grunted back through the pillow.

"Dude, what's going on?"

Pax rolled over and looked at Jeff. He was his best friend. Best friends for over a year now since they moved into the dorms together last fall. They had survived their Freshman year together and both played on the football team. It helped having someone who was going through the same struggles as you.

Although, he wasn't. Jeff was a brilliant student where Pax barely maintained grades high enough to keep his football scholarship. He knew it was his abilities on the field that kept him around. Most of his teachers went lighter on him since he was one of the star players. Not all of them though.

"I'm failing chemistry." He finally said rolling onto his back and feeling the hard, lumpy mattress beneath him. He would miss this mattress when they kicked him out.

"No way. Oh man. You have to get your grades up. Coach Watson will pull you from the game, or worse." Jeff's voice held all the horror Pax already felt. When he looked over at his roommate his brown puppy dog eyes were wide with shock.

Jeff was a larger build and he was definitely the better looking of the two of them, not that Pax was ugly. Girls just seemed to gravitate toward Jeff and his dark hair, dark features, muscular body and overwhelming charm.

"Ugh, I know." He sighed and threw his arm over his eyes to shield them from the harsh light. Pax knew if he was pulled from the team he would lose his scholarship. "I don't know what I'm going to do man."

"You better figure it out quick. Coach Watson checks everyone's grades before Friday practice and he will pull you from Saturday's game. Pax! You have to play Saturday, this could cost us the playoffs and the championship!"

"You're not helping!" Pax said pulling himself up to the edge of the bed and planting his feet on the floor. "You think I haven't already gone over all of that in my head?"

Jeff pushed his laptop aside and stood up to start pacing the room. It was one of his nervous habits. He would pace the hallway before a big exam, the locker room before a big game, and now their dorm room when they couldn't figure out what to do.

"Have you talked to the teacher? Who is it?"

"Professor Lawson, and no. I just found out when he posted the grades for midterms. I bombed it. Bad."

"Well quit fucking around and go talk to him. Avoiding the problem won't get it solved and Coach Watson will check grades tomorrow, idiot."

Pax lunged tackling Jeff to the floor. He knew it was a fool's attempt to wrestle with Jeff. He had over twenty pounds of solid muscle on him, but that never stopped him from trying.

When Jeff flipped him onto his stomach and landed on him it nearly knocked the breath completely out of Pax. Jeff held him down until he begged for mercy with both of them laughing.

Jeff sat up on his knees and Pax felt both of his hands come down hard on his ass cheeks. It wasn't the first time they had played grab ass -- and a lot more.

Both of his hands moved up to the band of his shorts. He pulled them down exposing Pax's bare ass. "I don't know, man. With what I see in front of me you could solve all your problems with this right here."

"Whoa man." Pax looked over his shoulder.

"You think Professor Lawson might take a walk on the dark side and give you some...extracurricular homework?" Jeff wiggled his dark eyebrows.

"Isn't that a little cliché?"

"Who fucking cares? If it works and you can get a passing grade then all of your problems will be solved." Jeff scooted off as Pax rolled over and pulled his shorts back up. "You let Professor Lawson and Coach Watson into those beefy cheeks and they'll give you whatever you want."

Pax sat up and leaned against his bed looking over at his best friend. "Hmmm, now there's an idea!"

***

Pax checked his phone again and waited. This had to be done at just the right time. He didn't know Professor Lawson personally or really at all beyond the few chemistry classes he had been to.

Who wants to take chemistry at nine o'clock in the morning? Not him, especially not when he had a full and active social life to maintain. Of course it was his own fault for scheduling the earliest possible class they offered, but he really had no other option. His advisor had told him the class was required, but it was the only time slot left.

Sometimes life just worked against him. He had thought it would be like high school and he'd be able to coast by on his good looks. The golden blond hair and bright blue eyes. Almost constant tan.

He had even flashed Professor Lawson his pearly white smile to no avail. He had tried to get friendly and chummy with him, but that hadn't gotten him anywhere either.

This crazy plan of Jeff's was his last hope.

He checked his phone again. Office hours were almost over. Perfect! He walked into the science and engineering building before climbing to the second floor and got to Professor Lawson's office just as he was about to close the door.

"Professor! Wait!" Pax called out and Jude Lawson turned to see him running down the hall. The older man's shoulder-length curly black hair shook when he saw who it was.

"Office hours are over, Mr. Rhodes. Come back tomorrow."

"No sir, I can't. I need to talk to you now."

"Then you should have been here earlier. Everything is clearly outlined in the course syllabus you received on day one." Professor Lawson locked the door. "Of course you've missed more classes than you've attended so you might not have even gotten that. Were you there day one?"

This wasn't starting out well.

"Yes sir, I was there day one. I would have been here sooner, but I was studying and trying to understand how I could have bombed the midterm. I tried really hard, Professor Lawson." Pax's voice was syrup as he gave that smile he had used all of his life.

"Fine. You have five minutes." He said unlocking the door again and pushing back inside.

The office was small. Barely room for the desk that was in there. The bookshelf behind the desk line the entire wall. Pax cramped himself into the chair and waited for Professor Lawson.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Rhodes?"

"I have to get my grade up." He said

"I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do." He shrugged folding his hands together. "Only you can influence where your grade ends up."

"Oh, come on, Professor." He leaned closer to the desk. "If I don't pass this class I can't play. If I don't play then the team will lose the game. They'll take away my scholarship if I don't play."

"It sounds to me like you should have thought about all of this back when you had time to study. Did you consider these consequences when you were skipping classes? I've barely seen you in lecture a handful of times and this is the very first time I've seen you here for office hours. Now you have failed the midterm because you didn't study."

"I did study!"

"Oh really? Can you tell me what a valence electron is?"

Well. He had him there. Pax stared at him only able to blink.

"That's what I thought." Professor Lawson said folding up his notebook and getting ready to leave again. The look on his face was one of absolution. He had only wasted his time. He stood up and started around the desk.

"Professor Lawson, wait! There's got to be something I can do." Pax stood with him blocking the man from leaving.

"Yes. There is a lot you can do. You can start coming to class and studying for your exams, Mr. Rhodes. This isn't high school anymore. You're an adult now."

Pax stepped closer. "If this is an adult problem maybe there is an adult solution." He moved his hand up the man's arm.

The revelation went off in the Professor's dark brown eyes. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

Professor Lawson shoved Pax out of the way and exited his own office as quickly as possible leaving him standing there.

The storm was building as Pax made his way out of the building. He wasn't one to accept defeat easily, but as he slunk through the rain he didn't see the way out. He was nearly soaked when he finally made it back to his dorm room.

Jeff was waiting on him. "So, how did it go? I want all the details!" He nearly jumped on him when he walked through the door.

"It didn't work." Pax answered dejectedly.

Jeff grabbed both of his shoulders. "So you're giving up?"

"What choice do I have?"

"I know where he lives."

***

JUDE

Jude Lawson couldn't believe a student had actually come onto him. The danger Paxton Rhodes had put them both in was unbelievable and the arrogant football star had no idea just how dangerous it really was.

He parked the car as the rain poured across his windshield. He hadn't gone straight home. He had needed to clear his mind and try and figure out a way to face Paxton Rhodes again. Normally he would go for a jog through the park, but he hadn't planned on going and thus hadn't brought his raincoat. Instead he chose to take the long way home and give himself an extra twenty minutes to think as he drove through the rain.

Should he report the incident? Would that be a mark against him? Would it put a target on his own back now? What if Paxton reported it first? Then he would have to come from a defensive reactionary standpoint instead of a proactive offensive move.

Damn that kid! He put them both in more danger than he'd ever imagined himself being in.

Jude opened the door and held his backpack over his head as he ran toward his house. He was soaked by the time he opened his front door and walked inside.

"Oh, that's hilarious!" He heard his wife's voice. Bethany Lawson was a high school mathematics teacher. They were both academics, but she had wanted to stay at the secondary level so she would have a better schedule with their kids.

The kids they still didn't have.

It wasn't unusual to hear her talking to someone either on the phone or have a visitor over. Friends or a member from her book club were often found in his house. Students from both of their jobs came by frequently as well. That would probably have to stop until he figured out what was going to happen with Paxton.

He needed a shower. Needed to wash it all off, but first he'd make is presence known and politely excuse himself.

"It's really one of my favorite classes, but I'm not very good at chemistry. I'm so thankful he agreed to private tutoring." He heard a familiar voice from the kitchen where Bethany was entertaining someone.

Someone he knew.

He walked in and saw him. Shards of ice ran through Jude's blood when he saw the dirty blond hair and that smile. He glanced over at his wife's smiling face, "Jude, you're home. Why didn't you tell me you were having a student over? I would have prepared dinner."

Paxton Rhodes sat at the island of his own kitchen. He pursed his lips and lifted a glass to drink. Something his wife had offered him because she thought he was a friend, not the enemy that was hell bent on ruining his life.

"Well, it must have slipped my mind." He walked over to her and kissed her softly on the cheek as he always did.

"Oh, don't blame him, Mrs. Lawson. It was really more of a last minute arrangement. You see, I failed the chemistry mid term and if I don't get my grade up immediately my coach will pull me out of the game this weekend."

"That's not good. Jude has told me how well you play and how important your performance is to the success of the entire team." She said looking over at him as she lightly rubbed Jude's chest.

"Professor Lawson," Paxton smiled. "I had no idea you were such a fan of mine." He had the decency to blush. The kid should be on a drama scholarship instead of football with the performance he was putting on.

"What can I say? Supporting our team, right? More championships means more money for the school and I stay employed." He smiled but shot Paxton a warning glare.

"Well, I won't disturb you two anymore." Bethany said walking over and patting Paxton on the shoulder. "You really must come over again for a real dinner. Get those grades up and we can celebrate together."

"Oh, Mrs. Lawson. The thought of a home-cooked meal sounds heavenly after all the junk and cafeteria food they subject us to at school." Paxton smiled at her.

That fucking smile that Jude wanted to punch down his throat when he saw how well it worked on his own wife.

"Paxton!" He barked and they both jumped. "Come with me to my study and we will work on your extra credit."

"Jude. Be nice." Bethany said and then turned back to his student. "You let the bear over there know when your schedule is free and I'll make us all a home cooked meal."

"Thank you ma'am." He said sliding off the stool. "You've been so welcoming."

Jude nearly dragged the punk into his study and slammed the door. "What sick game are you playing?"

"What do you mean, Professor?"

"Cut the shit! Why are you in my home? How did you know where I lived? What do you think you're doing?"

Paxton's blue eyes looked up at him. "Being an adult like you suggested." He walked right up in front of him until they were almost nose to nose.

"You're a cocky bastard, I'll give you that." Jude said as Paxton's eyes moved back and forth looking into his own. "What exactly do you think you can accomplish here?"

"I'll do whatever it takes to pass your class." Paxton whispered. His hand moved and Jude felt it grasp the length of his cock through his slacks.

"This is a very bad idea." Jude gasped through his teeth, unable to look away. "It's too much of a risk."

"What about now?" Paxton moved his hand higher and unfastened his pants. His bare hand ran inside and it wrapped around Jude's length.

"It's not that I don't want you." Jude finally admitted. How could he not? The young man was gorgeous. "I have a wife. Right upstairs. Paxton, please."

That smiled moved closer. Their lips met tentatively at first. Softly. Testing. Then he pushed against Paxton. His tongue lightly teased along the young man's lips and they parted for him. He inhaled deeply as he thrust inside of his mouth and the hand around his cock tightened.

Jude's hands were everywhere. He cupped the back of Paxton's neck, his other hand moved to his ass and pulled them harder together capturing their cocks, and his hand, between them. The kiss deepened even more when Paxton moaned softly.

"Paxton." He breathed, but then his mouth was captured again in another kiss. He pushed him against the desk and went with him until they were both on top of the flat surface. Pens and papers sliding to the floor and quickly forgotten.

Their hands moved again and he regretted the new angle when Paxton released his cock. He kissed him and pulled his shirt up, lips parting barely long enough for them to remove it.

He felt Paxton's chest when he moaned and he pulled back only a whisper away. "Did I hurt you?"

Those blue eyes stared up at him. He could fall in love with the boy right then! He felt Paxton's hands move down and pull his own shirt up. His hairy body now against the smooth flesh of the star football player. His own student.

Warning bells sounded loudly in Jude's head. It was such a risk. The danger only drove him higher. He had never broken a single rule in his life and now he was throwing all of them straight out the window into the storm as it raged.

His vows. His career. Everything could be lost.

Yet, the boy's mouth beckoned him back and he drank heavily from the kiss once again.

Their pants were now cumbersome. He slid off the desk and reached up to unbuckle Paxton's jeans. He had to look away from the intense eyes as he fought to undo the pants and then rip them down his muscular thighs. The conditioning he had put his body through was intimidating.

He wasn't anywhere near as fit as the college star, but when he sat up on the desk it all melted away. Their now nearly naked bodies came together again. He stood between the tree-trunk thighs and felt him push his pants down until they were both now in their underwear.

What would he say if Bethany walked in right then? He taught chemistry, not biology. Not anatomy.

The thoughts left his mind when Paxton pushed their underwear down together and two hard cocks sword fought between them. It was playful when they smiled and Paxton moved his hips so the swords bounced against each other a few more times.

"Oh God." He moaned as Paxton pushed him back enough and he supported himself against the desk with both hands. It left his cock standing tall and proud as Paxton lowered to his knees kissing Jude's hairy chest all the way down.

He grabbed the base of his cock and looked up at him. Those big blue eyes and there was that fucking smile again. It looked even better with his erection right next to it.

Paxton open-mouth kissed all around the thick cock and then move down to his balls and licked them heavily. Pleasure and erotic need stroked through Jude's body and when those blue eyes looked past the thick cock and back up at him he swore he'd forsake everything just to keep that image in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Fuck, that feels so good." He moaned low and soft. For all he knew his wife was just outside the door listening in. Paxton moved up and just when he was about to take the tip of Jude into his mouth he stopped. Jude stared down and saw the young man's tongue lick across his own lips and he couldn't stop himself.

He bent down and his hands captured both sides of his head and held him still as their mouths met again. The kid could kiss! It made his cock leak and he didn't know which was better.

"Ahhh!" He gasped when Paxton moved and took the tip into his mouth. Jude fell back against the desk and barely caught himself on shaky arms as the heat of that mouth closed around him. Warm. Wet. It felt so good.

It was clearly not his first time on his knees for a man. He focused on the head with his mouth, lips, and tongue, but his expertise showed when the spit ran down the shaft and his hand stroked it too. Quick movements. Slow movements. Circles and strokes. Tight and teasing. Loose and whispered.

Jude had never felt anything like it before in his life. Paxton has skills that surpassed his wife he might never ask for a blowjob from her again.

He couldn't keep his hands out of the dirty blond hair as his hips took over. He thrust deeper and more skillful talent was obvious when Paxton's hand moved, but the mouth kept swallowing.

"Fuck, Paxton. Can you deepthroat?" His breathless whisper was curiosity and fear brought to life.

That fucking smile showed back up as he pulled off. "That depends, Professor. Am I going to get a passing midterm grade?"

His integrity as a teacher was on the line. He had never given a student something they didn't deserve. He didn't believe in passing someone just because it would be good for them to pass. Good for the team. He'd been pressured by coaches before and never given in. He'd been beseeched by students before and never even considered it.

He'd never been blown for a grade though.

"Blowjob is worth a passing midterm, but this ass?" He bent down and smacked the bare round cheek. "This ass will get you a one hundred average in my class."

"And I wouldn't have to come to class anymore?" Paxton blinked and then nuzzled against the furry balls in front of his face.

"No class, but there will be many more home study sessions." Jude grinned as he grabbed Paxton's hair and then brought his mouth back down on his cock.

He didn't give him time to answer. Jude took what he wanted. His integrity was already shot to hell. He might as well enjoy it.