Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]-Chapter 23: The business department(2)

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: The business department(2)
Lance sighed, "I got caught up in some things."
Professor Valentiono smiled slightly, one that made Lance shift uncomfortably.
"You’re still not taking things seriously," he said. "And I won’t tolerate that, Dixon."
Lance’s eye twitched. "What exactly do you want from me?"
The professor stepped closer. "I want you," he said quietly, "to stop pretending you can glide through this course on raw talent alone."
A pause.
"And I want," his eyes flicked downward, then up again, "a proper conversation. In my office. After hours."
Lance blinked slowly. "...Why after hours?"
Valentino tilted his head, lips curving.
"So no one interrupts us."
-_-
Lance hissed slightly, a little pissed off.
Because of his contract with Ansel, he couldn’t sleep with anyone else and even without it, he would never sleep with this man.
"I can’t do that, Sir. If this is all you have to say, then I’ll be on my way now.."
Lance proceeded to stand up but Valentino pushed him right back down, a hint of annoyance on his face.
"I could fuck you right in this classroom Dixon, don’t test my patience. You know very well why I called you, so unless you get on your fucking knees and start sucking me off. You’re not going anywhere.."
Lance’s expression didn’t even twitch at Valentino’s threat, he’d heard worse, survived worse, and honestly?
This man didn’t even rank in his Top 20 Problems.
He leaned back in the chair, one brow rising lazily.
"Professor," he said, voice flat, "if this is your idea of intimidation, it’s... embarrassing."
Valentino’s jaw tightened.
"I’m not joking, Dixon."
"And I’m not interested," Lance shot back, unfazed. "Even if I wasn’t under a binding contract, you still wouldn’t make the list."
A quiet, dangerous silence stretched between them.
Valentino stepped closer again, but this time Lance tilted his head up slowly, like a warning.
"Touch me," he said calmly, "and the Dean will hear about it before your next lecture cycle. I may fail your class, but you’ll lose more than a job."
The professor froze.
Lance stood smoothly, on his own terms.
"I came here because you said it was important," he continued, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "If all you wanted was to feel powerful, then we’re done."
He turned toward the door.
Valentino’s voice came out strained, forced low.
"This isn’t over. You think word from the department’s glorious whore can get me fired? You’ll beg me to fuck you for free at that, what else can you do except whoring yourself out. That hole must be loose by now."
Lance paused just long enough to look back, his eyes cold.
"You’re so pathetic."
And with that, he walked out, leaving Valentino speechless in an empty room.
He was halfway to the stairwell when someone stepped directly into his path.
Trevor Campbell.
Two of his usual shadows flanked him, wearing the same smug expressions Lance remembered all too well.
Lance’s jaw flexed.
Of all the people on campus, this was the one he didn’t want to see.
Trevor’s lips curled into a slow, delighted smile.
"Well, well... look who finally crawled out of online classes."
Lance tried to step around him.
Trevor mirrored the movement immediately, blocking him again.
"I’m not doing this today.." Lance muttered.
Trevor raised a brow. "Oh? You think you can just walk off? After disappearing for months?"
He leaned closer. "People thought you dropped out. Shame you didn’t."
The lackeys laughed under their breath.
Lance’s grip on his bag tightened. "Move."
Trevor laughed out loud, a loud, fake, obnoxious sound that made Lance’s ears itch.
"You still have that attitude. No wonder the rumors stuck so well."
A muscle in Lance’s cheek twitched, but he didn’t respond.
Trevor stepped even closer, invading his space like he owned it.
"You remember them, right? The cheating one. The gay one. The ’lecturer favorite’ one."
His eyes narrowed. "Funny how every story about you sounded true."
Lance said nothing, breathing controlled, gaze cold.
Trevor’s smile thinned.
"Where do you think you’re going? Professor Valentino’s office?"
He clicked his tongue mockingly. "Gonna give him a nice ’welcome back’ gift?"
Lance’s patience snapped just a little.
"Trevor.." he said quietly, "if you don’t move, I swear I’ll make you."
The air shifted.
Trevor stared at him for a beat, surprised, then amused, then irritated.
"...You’ve gotten bold.." he said, expression sharpening.
The lackeys straightened behind him, ready.
He grabbed Lance’s collar.
"Let’s see how bold you really are.."
He shoved Lance backward, hard enough that Lance stumbled into the wall behind him.
The two lackeys closed the space instantly.
Trevor stepped forward.
"Welcome back to campus, Dixon."
Before Lance could react, Trevor grabbed a fistful of his hoodie and yanked him sideways.
"Trevor—!"
He stumbled, hit the wall with his shoulder, and Trevor shoved a door open, a small storage room.
It was half-lit, dusty and cramped.
"Get in."
"I said no—!"
Trevor pushed him hard. Lance stumbled inside, catching himself on a metal shelf.
The door slammed behind them.
Click!
Trevor had locked the door.
Lance’s heartbeat spiked painfully.
He spun around, fists clenched. "Trevor, open the damn door."
Trevor leaned against it instead, arms crossed, blocking the only exit.
"Why would I do that?" he murmured, eyes dragging slowly on Lance’s body.
Lance’s stomach twisted.
Trevor stepped closer.
"You know..." his hand lifted, tracing Lance’s waist before Lance could move away, "for someone who hates me, you sure kept that body in perfect shape."
Lance flinched back. "Don’t touch me."
Trevor’s fingers slid up his side, ignoring him.
"You still smell the same too... pissed-off mint."
He inhaled near Lance’s neck, making Lance jerk away violently.
"Stop it!" Lance shoved him, but Trevor barely budged, blocking the door like a wall.
Trevor smiled slowly.
"Mm. There’s that fire again."
Lance’s breathing went sharp, angry, panicky.
This wasn’t a fight he could win. Not physically.
And Trevor knew it.
"Why are you doing this?" Lance hissed.
Trevor cupped his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek in a way that made Lance’s skin crawl.
"Because I can."