Grades fade
"Mr. Parker I expect more from you in my class-"
Wades smooth but hard well built hands began to roam the papers on his desk as he pulled a sheet out that read exam quiz history, grade D-.
Now a D- for Peter wouldn't be such a bad thing for him, I mean he'd get it up quick sooner or later right? But for some gosh darn reason he was failing history and that D- wouldn't go from it to a A, heck he'd take a C at this point. How else would he pass this class? He couldn't risk failing this school year he paid too much money to be in the college to just waste it away and ruin everything cause of a D-.
He began to fidget a bit with his fingers and pick at the skin at the edge of his fingertips. You know? That skin near your nails you can pick at if you ever bite your nails. And oh Peter did this big time to the point he'd bleed. And it wasn't that Peter wanted to do this but he always seemed to do it when he was just really really nervous, and fuck was he nervous.
How does a smart 4.0 GPA student who always had A's manage have a D- in a class for so long?
Blame it on his too good looking professor who he hadn't been paying attention to any of his lectures because he was too busy staring and staring...and well uh staring, dreamingly, his hand on his cheek as his eyes wondered to the man's wonderful eye's and wonderful lips and well built jawline or when he took his jacket off and his nice white clear dress shirt would not do any good to hide the pecks hidden underneath or the muscles of his arms when he flexed unprovoked.
Jesus was the man working out everyday since he was born? I mean obviously not because he'd look like a disfigured Hulk Hogan but Mr.Wilson looked like a god damn model straight from a magazine.
And the fact he was Peter's professor didn't stop himself from imagining being taken on the older man's desk and fucked all over his well neat paper stack, fuck he wanted to fuck up that well keept desk. The man really took pride in his work with how tidey he was maybe he could-
"Peter!"
Peter snapped out of his thoughts and jumped slightly at his name being said and not the 'Mr.Parker' he was always being called by he'd could already imagine fucking himself on Mr.Wilsons lap and hearing that name being screamed and-
Jesus
Why was Peter having these thoughts???
Why was he sexualizing his teacher so much more all of a sudden? Why was he even acting this way? This wasn't Peter at all he wasn't even remotely like this watching porn or being sexual ever, he was always a shy dude who barley got laid and ok maybe the now that was catching up to him. But Jesus. Peter needed to calm down.
He cleared his throat and straightened up a bit his hands being still slightly as he avoided eye contact feeling sweat accumulate on his forehead if he did look into those milky brown...eyes...so..lovely-
Mr.Wilson sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose his glasses in the way as he took them off and set them on his table in a very sexy manner to Peter. How was it one of the smartest students ever to be recommended into this school was managing to fail ONLY his class? He had asked around in the teachers lounge and they all said Mr.Peter Parker was a wonderful and bright gifted young man who got nothing but A's but some how Wade was managing to have the kid failing in his class.
Was he a bad teacher? Was he really? I mean he'd considered himself very smart... And a good teacher.. plus he wasn't really having this issue with anyone else, so what was the issue? He'd have to know, he just needed to. Usually a teacher in college wouldn't care if the student was passing or failing it was their choice and their money being paid, not Wade's issue. But this wasn't just any school.
This was a school for smart people, way smart people. Ok maybe half smart people. But the point was.
Smart people
And if Wade Wilson was failing one of the schools potential smartest kids to ever get he would have his ass F I R E D, fired.
He couldn't have this.
He stood up from his desk and moved to the side walking out to face his student, "Mr.Parker I've read you got a scholarship for this school and your paying?"
"I-..Uh yes?" It came out more of a question to himself than anything. Peter was just staring at the man's lips.
"I want you to pass this class Mr.Parker I don't want to see you fail and lose this deal you have going on. Are my teaching lessons boring you?"
Wade sat on his desk where there were no papers all clear he made room. Well it was more of a lean sit and his legs crossed in the lean way and arms crossed over his chest aswell and his pecks shown, his muscles flexed and oh God if this didn't have Peter shut down he didn't know what.
"I uh- I'm sorry Mr.Wilson- I'll bring my grade up soon I promise-" Peter stuttered and began to pick at his finger nail skin, his eyes avoiding gaze to the floor instead, shy and timid but mind sexually spiked because of his hot teacher.
Wade sighed, "Peter you've said this many times before in the past and you are still failing my class. I want to know what I can do to help you succeed."
>Maybe stop being so hot< Peter thought as he bit his bottom lip softly and let his hands go as he gripped the black straps of his plain blue backpack.
"I uh- have to go, but I promise Mr.Wilson, I promise I'll get it up!" He began to back away and smiled nervously just as his teacher was about to get up and stop him he ran out the door and down the hallway, Wades head peaking out the door way as Peter waved a good bye, "I PROMISE! Mr WILSON!" His voice echoed down the hallway.
"pETER! PETER GET BACK HERE! I wasn't done-" Wade sighed and shut the door to his class with a sigh. >Damn it< he thought. What was he going to do?