Albert’s cheeks reddened until they flushed and beads of sweat poured from his brow. Here he was in the middle of Trafalgar, standing in front of everyone in only his skivvies. Only because Dalton challenged him to a duel and of course, he lost.
“Look at him, he’s so pale and lanky!” A man cried out in laughter and held his fat stomach.
“Hunny, you need to go inside before you catch a cold!” An old crippled woman threw a sheet at him and he grasped it quickly. Dalton will never know that I’ve cheated by putting a sheet on, will he?
“Uh uh uh… naughty naughty.” Just when Albert thought he was in the clear, the freckled face prick snatched out out his arms. “You’re supposed to stay in your undies. You lost the match, Al!” Still smirking, he cocked an eyebrow and wrapped the covering around his neck.
Albert winced, wishing he’d never decided to give Dalton Beltway the satisfaction of winning but he wanted to try. He knew he sucked playing cards but he didn’t want to chicken out. Dalton and his boys could be so cruel when it came to poking fun at other boys in the school. He’d built a reputation that made most students shy away in fear. Not Albert, though. He remained confident in his abilities, even though he didn’t know the first thing about playing poker hands. Albert just had to show Dalton he wasn’t coward, that he really was only a bully with no bite.
“Fuckin prick!” Albert frowned and shivered, watching Dalton snicker at him with his friends. As he continued to stew and thing of the best method to kill Dalton in his sleep without getting caught, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Albert, is that you? Why are you out here in thirty degree temps with no clothes on?”
That voice. Oh that sultry voice Albert wished he could hear all the time other than in class. Mr. McVey, Berrow McVey, his chemistry professor. “Um, Sir…” He gulped hard and didn’t want to turn around due to the tent rising in his underwear.
“Albert, look at me. And tell me why you’re standing here in the cold, practically naked. Has Dalton bothered you or threatened you today or recently that would make you pull a stunt like this?” The tone of his voice told Albert he was quite perturbed.
Albert’s palms started to sweat and he felt the heat rising in his cheeks once again. He knew if he told his Mr. McVey what was going on, Dalton would get in trouble which also meant a possible beatdown after dark. “Um, pardon me Sir, I’ve never done this before but I assure you it’s only a test, just to see if I can get into the Men’s Alpha sorority. No threats involved here.” Again Albert swallowed hard and glanced in Dalton’s direction. The punk held up a first and glared, obviously giving Albert notice that he better not say a thing.
“Ah Albert, I know all about the Alpha sorority and this isn’t one of their methods to get someone in. You’re lying to me, Albert! Get down from there now and let me get you inside so we can talk!”
Still redfaced, Albert still didn’t shift to face Mr. McVey. What would be harder to get past? Dalton and his crew or the professor he had a huge crush on?
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Hope you liked. Here are the other briefers for this week!
Sara York m/m
MA Church m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m