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Blane fumbled through his notes as he sat outside of his last class of the semester. The otter certainly stood out amongst his classmates as they traded information, his short fur was dyed a deep green. It wasn't his choice of color but he needed to get it done to join his swim team's fraternity. He checked the time on his phone as the classroom emptied into the cramped hallway, confirming his fears.

"I quit!" one of the students yelled at the end of the hall. His test must not have gone very well. Simon was a brutal teacher and his calculus courses took no prisoners. Blane stood and entered the class with his head still buried in notes. Formulas and equations were bouncing around in front of his eyes as he took a seat. Simon was standing at the front, leaning on his podium with a sort of sick grin on his muzzle.

The fox was young for a professor. He excelled at mathematics and theory, quickly earning his doctorate and an adjunct position at the university. Blane knew because the fox made sure everyone knew it, he thought it was motivating but everyone else just saw him as a cocky prick. The otter didn't excel at math though and was only here to fulfill requirements. What was a drama student going to do with math anyway? It didn't matter, despite all his objections Blane was still here about to fail the final.

His panicked thinking had blocked out the introduction and instructions and Simon had begun passing out the exam. Blane shuffled in his seat as the packet of questions got to him. He heard a heavy sigh to his left and then opened it himself. Flipping through it slowly he looked at the questions, some calming, others terrifying. All he could do was get to work. The otter looked up occasionally as he was testing, noticing that Simon was often looking in his direction. He didn't think anything of it as he went about his business.

Time blew by and students started getting up one by one. Blane wasn't sure if they were finished that early or just giving up. He kept working, the pages filling up with numbers and mystical looking symbols. The testing time finally expired and Simon called out to Blane.

"Time's up." Blane half expected to see that same grin waiting for him. Simon wasn't grinning though, he looked calm, patient as his last student got up and brought forward the exam.

"How'd you do?"

"Gosh I don't know, I'm not really good at this." Blane's shoulders hunched as his body language leaked anxiety.

"Well how about I have a look now? You can find out how you did so you won't be biting your nails until I release the grades." Simon took the packet and flipped through it.

"I think I'd rather not be here when you grade it."

"Come on Blane you can't be ashamed of your work, you have to stand by it."

"But what if it's bad?" Simon started to chuckle at Blane's expense.

"How about you follow me to my office and I'll look it over, I notice any mistakes and I'll give you one extra chance to correct them."

"That's... awfully generous professor."

"Well what the heck, it's the season of giving right?" the fox's red and black muzzle lifted up as he smiled. Gathering his things and jacket he held open the door and Blane followed. It wasn't a long way to his office and Simon filled it with mostly small talk. They got inside and made their way down the empty hallway full of faculty offices. Simon struggled with his keys for a second before getting his door open and letting them in.

"Would you mind closing that? It gets a bit drafty." Simon said as he put his things and all the papers down behind his cheap desk. He sat and Blane followed suit, sitting in the padded armchair across from the desk. Simon settled himself in and put Blake's final on the desk between them.

"Can I ask you a question Blane?"

"Sure." the otter was still only concerned with his grade, his face still looking absent minded.

"What's your major?"

"Oh... Uhm..." he had to think for a moment, the automatic responses he was prepared to give hadn't included this one, "theatre."

"Okay, I only ask because I noticed that you have been struggling a lot in this class." Blane shook his head, hoping some apology about his poor grade wasn't about to come up. "But you've completed all the extra credit I've given and my graduate students say you visit the tutoring center often?"

"A few times, I guess we'll find out soon if it did me any good."

"Well you need at least an 80% I think, if I recall your midterm correctly."

"Yeah... something like that." Simon's paws clutched together tighter as he was sure he'd not accomplished that miracle.

"I have to say that's more effort than most of the students put forth. You even came to my office... two times was it?"

"Look this is hard for me, I've never liked math but my advisor told me I needed to take another math class for my general education.

"Right, I don't hold it against you, I wouldn't take something I didn't like if I wasn't forced to. But tell me more about theatre, how's that going?" Blane relaxed a little to mirror the fox's sitting stance and opened up.

"What do you want to know? I like it, just the being on stage, doing plays, acting. It's relaxing."

"Performing is your passion, that's good, some people here don't know their passion yet. I have a proposition for you." Simon leaned forward in his chair, an inviting smile spread across his lips.

"Hit me." Blake said, slowly forgetting his worries and playing along with Simon.

"I want you to pretend you are a mathematics professor at this university and you've just looked over this final." Simon held up Blane's final as the confused look on the otter's face continued to spread. "Tell me what grade you'd give this student." Simon dropped the packet scrawled full of panicked answers back onto his desk and kept his eyes intently on Blane.

"What?"

"Yes, you've looked it over professor, what would you give them?" Simon said, carrying on with the act. Blane shuffled up in his seat and remained straight-faced, pausing a moment before replying.

"I'd give him an A of course, he demonstrated a clear understanding of the principles taught in your course." he spoke confidently, keeping composure with the role he had assumed.

"An A? Are you sure?" Simon opened the packet and looked at the first page, pointing to an answer. "What about this here?"

"That? That's nothing, a typo, the answer is still correct." Blane improvised, being careful not to swallow the lump forming in his throat." Simon smiled again, he face brimming with approval. He pulled out a red sharpie and connected three lines across the top of the page to form a large A. His eyes never left Blane. The otter couldn't help but swallow now, he was in disbelief.

"That's it?" he broke from his confident character.

"I know, it's real don't worry."

"You didn't even look at it."

"I don't need to, this-" Simon patted the final before tossing it into a pile with the others, "isn't your focus, but you spent time on it as if it was. That tells me about your character."

"Okay..." Blane canted his head, still a little confused.

"What I'm trying to say is I'm not going to hold you back from getting your degree in theatre, GE's are important but if you spent all your time here struggling with tertiary subjects you wouldn't be able to achieve your full potential."

"Is that allowed? Can you do that?" Simon chuckled.

"Probably not, but I don't agree with the university on a few levels." Blane's heart started racing, excited and hoping this wasn't too good to be true.

"Holy cow, I... I don't know what to say!" the otter's brown eyes were bright, he stood and reached forward to grab Simon's paws. Now the fox started to blush as Blane grabbed and held him.

"Well you're no longer a student of mine, so you could say yes." Blane started to calm back down as he sat.

"Yes? Yes to what?"

"Dinner with me?" Now the fox was out of his territory. His nervousness starting to show in his gentle paw taps on the table.

"You passed me just to get a date with me?" Blane's tone was more curious than condescending.

"Well... I'd like to think the two aren't connected, it just happens that I did both at the same time."

"Wow, that's a pretty smooth response, I'm not going to lie." Blane folded his arms across his chest, nodding with approval.

"So it worked?"

"Of course it worked! If I would have known you were gay we could have worked this out months ago." Blane chuckled.

"Well, don't want to break too many rules at once."

"Oh pshh, it's not like your colleagues don't." Simon's ears perked up.

"My colleagues?"

"Well yeah, how do you think I passed chemistry?"

"Who?" now Simon was the curious one.

"Hannagan, Bull, kinda tall."

"I know him, he's?-"

"Yup." Blane now had the bright smile.

"I guess that means you'd only be dating me to get the grade then?"

"Oh no, no he didn't want a date he just wanted... you know."

"OH! Oh I see, I was just thinking dinner or something."

"That's fine, it will be nice to go on an actual date instead of just trading sex for grades.

"You're awfully open about this." Simon raised his eyebrows.

"Well... If it gets me through it right?" Simon nodded as he rubbed his chin a bit and began to look a bit distant.

"What is it? I hope that wasn't too off putting."

"No no, sorry I was just thinking about you and Hannagan."

"Why? Are you curious?"

"How big is he?" Blane chuckled, Simon followed after asking his simple question.

"He's not that big, I could take him. That bulge in his jeans is misleading."

"Really? You know I always thought it looked big in those blue jeans he wears."

"Yeah it's just the briefs underneath trust me." they both giggled again, like kids gossiping.

"So how does Saturday sound?" Simon said as he stopped giggling.

"That works, are you sure you don't want anything sooner?"

"No I'm pretty booked up this week, Saturday's the soonest I can do it."

"Oh, no I meant like... now..." Blane scooted forward in his chair and put his paw over the red fox's paw. Simon blushed again, not pulling his paw back but hesitating on his reply. "If you're too shy to say yes just blink." Simon blinked immediately, causing Blane to chuckle. He inched off the chair and slowly made his way under the desk, crawling between Simon's now spread legs.

"Be gentle." Simon muttered.

"This isn't my first cock, thank you very much. Just try not to make too much noise." Simon pondered that for a second as he felt the otters paws on his jeans. After working his way through the defensive layers of fabric and denim Blane slid the fox's hardening length out of his boxers. Simon shifted to give the otter more slack and space. All Simon could see from above the desk was a pair of paws on his legs, the rest of Blane and his now exposed cock remained hidden from view.

Blane blew a few gusts of cool air across the fox's cock as it hardened. He kept his paws to the sides, intent on using just his muzzle to thank his professor. With one swift motion he opened his maw and slide the fox's length down his throat along his tongue. Simon immediately tensed up and straightened his back awkwardly in the chair, the unexpected aggression of the otter caught him off guard. After deep throating for a few seconds Blane bobbed along the thick red meat until was pulsing and his knot swelled too big to ignore.

"Ah..." Simon was trying to keep quiet but small outbursts kept slipping. The otter's expertise quickly becoming apparent. The sound of his slurping got louder in the room and Simon was glad most of his coworkers had left. The warmth was beginning to get to him and Simon fought back the urge to thrust forward.

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Fuck" Simon muttered, "Sorry, really busy."

"It's Hannagan, I was hoping you could look over something for me." Simon gasped, partially from surprise and partially from pleasure. Blane kept going, unconcerned with the bull's presence at the door.

"Can it wait five minutes?" the door opened, the impatient bull unwilling to wait any longer. His broad face became even wider as he saw Blane's unique green tail from under the table. Simon tried to keep his face together but he was enjoying himself too much. Hannagan started to chuckle to himself as he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

"Damn, I thought I was the only one."

"It's not what it looks like." Simon uttered.

"Oh?" The bull sat in the char and leaned down to see under the desk. "It looks exactly like it looks." Simon growled his disapproval at being caught and hoped the bull wouldn't make anything of it. "He's good isn't he? I remember those..."

Simon moaned softly with approval as he struggled to keep his paws flat on the desk. Hannagan licked his lips and leaned back in the chair, extending his legs and rubbing the expanding bulge in his jeans.

"You're gonna share right?" the bull winked as he didn't waste any time releasing himself to join the fun. Simon had always wondered about the bull's package and now it was on display in front of him, its thick veins like tree roots all along the black length. Hannagan huffed as he pumped over his cock quickly to catch up with the close fox.

"Fuck Blane... Ahhh..."

"Yeah... suck him off you little slut... swallow him like you swallowed me." Simon wasn't sure which of them was more encouraging but the otter's paw formed a fist around his knot, simulating the feeling of being knotted with someone. That along with a few deeps bobs of his maw and Simon dug his nails into the desk. He grunted as his hips jerked twice into the otter's waiting grip, his cock pumping a thick load of fox seed into Blane's belly. The otter kept his grip and his suction on the fox's length until it the well was dry, only slowing when Hannagan huffed behind them. Simon looked up to see that the bull couldn't wait, he had been able to tell when Simon peaked and he was after the same thing. The fox couldn't really care though, his desires had been satisfied. He was smiling like a fool as the otter kept bobbing gently on him.

The bull across from Simon grunted again, his cock looking more and more attractive to the fox. Before Simon could think of what he wanted to do with it the bull held his cock forward and still, his grip tight and the veins throbbing along his length. A pearly white arc shot across the otter's 'ail followed by a several more as the bull released himself. Blane didn't leave the fox's cock until the bull was panting and his cock had settled to dripping on the floor. The otter crawled his way out from under the desk and looked at his tail then back at the bull.

"Really? You couldn't wait ten seconds?"