Page 52 of Hot for Teacher
Chase had already knownhe wasn’t going to get away with it. It was almost noon, and both his roommates were definitely home; they’d been texting him nonstop about joining theirMario Kartmarathon while he’d been finishing breakfast with Killian.
So Chase wasn’t surprised to find them both out in the common area when he arrived. And obviously Chase smelled like an alpha’s cum dumpster so …
“Someone’s been getting laaaaid,” Spencer sang out the moment Chase stepped into the living room.
Noah laughed, all beaming smiles as he had been ever since he’d told them about Miller. Then he stopped, wrinkling his nose. He sat up from his slouch and set his controller down. “Wait. Is that—?”
Chase cleared his throat. Now or never, he supposed. “I’m fucking Professor Burke.”
He was 90 percent sure at this point that he was allowed to admit that to his roommates. Killian had told his friends almost months ago, and he no longer seemed all that concerned with secrecy in general.
Chase had already thought about telling them before, that weekend after the disastrous dinner with his parents, but something had stopped him. It had all felt too … sensitive, then.
“What?” Spencer asked, dropping his controller on the floor. “Wait, what?” He looked around the room for some reason, as if Killian might be there, hiding behind the couch. “What?”
So Spencer was broken. That was Chase’s bad—maybe he should have eased them into it.
“The stats professor?” Noah asked slowly, sniffing at the air again for confirmation.
“Yeah.” Chase tugged his cap down a little, then flipped it backward. “For a while now.”
“So you’rebothdating professors?” Spencer asked.
“Fucking,” Chase corrected. “It’s not— We’re not like Noah and Eli.”
Eli, who’d hosted a pool party at his house last weekend because he was so eager to be on good terms with Noah’s people now that they were out in the open. Eli, who looked at Noah like he was all the good in the world distilled into one person.
“Okaaay …,” Noah said, drawing the word out, like he was trying to process too much information at once.
Which was silly. It wasn’t even that much information to process. Chase was fucking Killian. He was tired of hiding the pheromones. So what?
Chase slumped down in the armchair across from the couch. He really should shower, but first …
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as he looked between his two besties. “Tell me about your ruts.”
Spencer choked on air. “What?” he asked when he’d recovered.
Chase had spoken pretty clearly, so he didn’t repeat himself. “You’re not, like, completely gone, right? You still have some of your senses?”
Noah held up a hand. “Wait, you’re spending Professor Burke’s rut with him?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“But you’re not … dating.”
“No.” But then for some reason, that felt like a lie, so Chase shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe a little.”
His roommates exchanged a glance, and then they were silent for a while, staring at him. Chase waited them out. It wasn’t hard; he had more patience in his pinky finger than the two of them had in their whole bodies combined.
“I mean, I’ve only ever spent them alone,” Noah eventually told him, after one last glance in Spencer’s direction. “Eli and Ihaven’t … not yet.” And then he blushed all adorably, like he was still a total virgin talking about his upcoming wedding night or something.
Spencer sighed and scratched at his neck. “I mean, I paired with an omega through heat services once, but it was kind of embarrassing.”
“Why?” Chase asked. It must have happened over a summer or something, for him and Noah not to already know about it. The campus heat services ran year-round for students who stayed in the area, pairing trained alphas and omegas with those who either couldn’t or didn’t want to use medication during heats or ruts. “You were too aggressive?”
“Nah. I got really needy. Whiny. I think maybe I cried?” Spencer shrugged, clearly unashamed of recounting it to his friends, at least. “I spend them alone now. Heat services gives me meds to get through them. Sometimes I use toys for funsies.”
Chase leaned back in his chair and tugged his cap back down to the front again, considering. None of what they’d told him was really all that helpful, was it?
