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[stonehearts]

student + teacher au

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ratio & aventurine

aventurine meets and fucks a handsome stranger at a bar the night before his last year in undergrad. only to find out the next day that the man is doctor vertias ratio, his advanced economics professor and a man who's impossible to please as a student. that's never stopped aventurine before, and he sets out on a mission to become ratio's personal headache and secret boyfriend.

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[perceptio]

[ He raises an eyebrow at that — surely, Ratio thinks, he doesn't mean anything, but as his gaze sweeps across the other man's body, Ratio mentally shakes his head. No, the other man clearly means anything, and it takes restraint to keep himself from frowning. He won't deny that he's attracted to the blonde. Ratio isn't a man who indulges in lying, even to himself. But they've only just met. What if Ratio was some man of lesser moral standing? Or worse, some kind of murderer? There's a lack of self preservation here that Ratio finds unhealthy, but it's not his place to say. Or judge. ]

'Anything' is a vague term to use, gambler, but I'll take your bet. Though I do find it odd that you are willing to place a bet on a game you do not know how to play.

[ There's a small cube of blue chalk on the edge of the table, and Ratio picks it up, tossing it to the other man with precision. He doesn't even bother to look if it'll be caught — it will, because he calculated the precise angle and force needed for it to do so. It's time to start the lesson. ]

That is chalk, [ he says, as he starts grabbing the balls from the compartment under the table, placing them into the triangle shaped rack, sorting them according to their numbers. ] Rub a bit of it on the tip of the cue to keep the cueball from slipping when you hit it. We will play a simple game of eight ball, because the rules are simple. You will take the solid colors, and I will take the stripes. The goal is to put all of your solid colors excluding the black eight ball into the pockets at the sides and corners of the table before I can put my striped ones in. Once all of your balls have been removed from play, then you will attempt to pocket the eight ball. Whomever pockets the eight ball first, after their respective balls have been removed from play, wins.

[ He lifts the triangle, and hangs it on it's hook. ]

Do you understand?

[stonehearts]

( Then Aventurine would rely on his luck to save him from the worst of it. And if his luck finally failed him, well. So be it. He doesn't shy away from the man's searching look -- only raising a brow as he doesn't say what he might want from Aventurine. Difficult, but he can work with that, and his amusement at the dark haired man's comment about betting just has him huff a laugh. )

What can I say -- I like challenging odds.

( And he likes a confident man. Tossing that chalk without looking so that it falls easily into his hand is impressive, and Aventurine can't help but find himself drawn more and more to him. He's clearly smart -- no man holds themselves like he does without being so -- but not in a way he's come to feel like the majority of his professors behave. As if they know everything, and care little for anything aside from their own research. It's sexy. Sure, he can just say that about anyone who looks as attractive as this man does, but Aventurine really means it.

If he was the sort of man who thought about long-term relationships (and he was, once, but his ex had quickly burned through all that remained of his good will, so nothing so serious for him ever again) it'd be easy to think of getting to know him better. Maybe he still could, if he played his cards right. Just not that better. )

Anyone tell you that you should take up teaching? ( He says with a grin and a sway of his hips as he chalks up his cue. ) How about a final hands on demonstration before we get going? I'll need all the help I can get if I'm going to win.

[perceptio]

[ Ratio freezes for a moment, glancing at the other man out of the corner of his eye, but he's not immediately recognizable as a student, and Ratio relaxes just a bit, though he chastises himself for letting his guard down. But he can't find it in him to consider this a mistake, either; the other man may be a few years younger but he seems intelligent enough, and is certainly intriguing enough that Ratio can't look away. And there's that lack of self preservation as well...

No matter. Should anything happen, it will be one time and Ratio will never see him again. There is no need to concern himself further.

His gaze sweeps up and down his form as he considers the request, and then he lifts an arm in a shrug, directing him towards the table. ]

Very well. Show me how you'd hold the cue first.

[stonehearts]

( That's certainly a reaction, but Aventurine only files it away for later -- maybe he is one, and he's struck a nerve. He can hardly imagine this man teaching grade schoolers, or even high schoolers. He seems to have a low tolerance for bullshit, and from what he recalls of other people's stories of those experience, it's just full of those sorts of things.

But any thought about that is quick to flee Aventurine's mind the moment that he shrugs. Jackpot. His grin grows bigger as he moves -- bending over the table at just the right position and just the right angle to show off one of his best assets. As it were. He keeps his arms at an incorrect angle as well, an invitation for the other man to correct his errors.

It's not wrong of him, Aventurine thinks, to want to feel his hands on him. That's the whole point. )

Like so?

[perceptio]

[ There's no doubt in his mind that the man is doing this on purpose. It's almost comical how wrong he's standing, and Ratio for a moment considers not entertaining it, but...

It's like there's a magnet inside of him pulling him towards the blonde, forgoing personal space to adjust his hips and his arms, pressing chest to back, his mouth dangerously close to his ear. ]

Like so, [ he says, his voice pitched lower, meant only for his temporary student to hear. ] The angles are what's important.

Bend yourself incorrectly, [ he continues, placing his hands over Aventurine's, guiding his arms and hips with his own, ] and you run the risk of failure.

[stonehearts]

( It wouldn't be one of the oldest tricks in the book if it didn't work, now would it? Aventurine preens a little when he feels the other man's hands on him -- he knows he's small and slight, but even accounting for that, the man's hands feel hot and large against his waist. Almost enough for Aventurine to wish he'd worn something that revealed more skin.

He'd accounted for what it would feel like pressed up against the other man's chest, hip to hip. Enough that he moves back slightly, eyes thrown over his shoulder to acknowledge that yes, he knows what he's doing.

What he doesn't expect is for the way that the man's voice would sound against his ear, low and deep, almost enough to make Aventurine vibrate with it. Fuck. Even he can't suppress the shiver that runs through him as he lets the older man manhandle him. And hell, he doesn't want to.

Following the man's instructions and directions is easy enough, for all the want that's beginning to settle low in his gut, the man doesn't make it difficult to understand. )

Low and straight, ( He does chuckle at that, because there isn't anything straight about them this evening, ) so you can have a better view of your shot, I assume.