Adrian pushed through the library doors, the cool air doing little to quell the insistent throb of his cock against his zipper. Inside, he claimed a shadowed table near the windows, pretending to grade papers while his gaze kept drifting back to the quad. There, Mikhail had rejoined his group—teammates and a cluster of admirers, laughing students pressing close, one girl's hand lingering on his bicep as she tilted her head up with obvious invitation. Jealousy twisted hot in Adrian's chest, sharper than any lecture hall chill, as he imagined those same hands sliding lower, wrapping around Mikhail's thick cock, stroking it to hardness while the hockey player's mouth claimed kisses that should have been his alone. The fantasy sent another pulse of pre-cum leaking into his underwear, his own neglected length straining as he fought the urge to adjust himself under the table.

Hours later, as dusk bled into night, Adrian found himself trailing Mikhail across campus again, the habit now a dangerous compulsion. Mikhail paused once near the athletic center, head turning slightly as if catching a stray sound, his perceptive gaze sweeping the darkened path behind him. Adrian froze behind a pillar, heart hammering, the scent of rain-soaked earth mingling with the memory of Mikhail's sweat-slicked skin. The risk heightened everything—the way his body responded with renewed arousal, his balls tightening at the thought of being caught, of Mikhail confronting him with that confident smirk before pinning him against the wall and demanding submission with rough, callused palms.

By midnight, Adrian had parked his car down the street from the athlete dorms, engine off, eyes fixed on Mikhail's lit window. He watched the silhouette move inside, stripping off his shirt to reveal those powerful shoulders and the fading bruises Adrian longed to kiss. The surveillance felt like a live wire, feeding the obsession until his hand drifted to his lap, fingers tracing the outline of his aching erection through his slacks as he imagined Mikhail sensing the eyes on him, coming down to claim the hidden watcher with the same intensity he brought to the ice.

Inside the cool hush of the library, Adrian claimed a shadowed table near the tall windows overlooking the quad, his fingers trembling as he opened a stack of unmarked exams he had no intention of grading. Through the glass, he caught sight of Mikhail again, now surrounded by a cluster of admirers—two lithe cheerleaders pressing close on either side, their laughter ringing out as one traced the curve of his bicep while the other leaned in to whisper something that made Mikhail's full lips curve in that easy, devastating smile. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat surging through Adrian's body, his cock hardening once more beneath the desk as jealousy twisted sharp in his chest; he imagined those same hands on Mikhail's thick cock instead, stroking it to full, veined rigidity while the hockey player's powerful thighs flexed, his heavy balls drawn tight with need. Adrian shifted uncomfortably, the damp spot in his underwear spreading as he pictured himself on his knees in their place, tongue lapping at the salty slit until Mikhail gripped his hair and thrust deep into his throat.

The afternoon bled into dusk, and Adrian's restraint frayed further when he noticed Mikhail glancing over his shoulder more than once during his walk back to the dorms, those piercing blue eyes narrowing as if sensing the weight of unseen attention. Adrian kept his distance, heart pounding against his ribs, but the risk only sharpened the edge of his arousal; each stolen glimpse of Mikhail's ass flexing in those shorts made his own hole clench with a desperate, shameful hunger he refused to name. By nightfall, the obsession pulled him outside again, the campus paths slick with dew and bathed in the orange glow of streetlamps. He trailed at a careful remove, breath misting in the cool air, until Mikhail paused beneath a tree near the athletic complex, head tilting as though catching the faint crunch of Adrian's footsteps on gravel.

Darkness cloaked the surveillance as Adrian positioned himself in the shadows across from Mikhail's dormitory window, pulse racing while he watched the younger man strip off his shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his torso under the lamplight. The sight of Mikhail's hand drifting lower, palming the obvious bulge in his briefs, sent a jolt straight to Adrian's groin; he pressed his palm against his own straining erection through his slacks, biting back a groan as pre-cum leaked steadily, soaking the fabric. Mikhail's head snapped toward the window suddenly, eyes scanning the darkness with that perceptive intensity, and Adrian froze, the thrill of near-discovery making his cock throb harder even as guilt clawed at his gut. He stayed rooted there, breathing shallow, the night air thick with the promise of exposure and the aching need to see more.

He stayed rooted there, breathing shallow, the night air thick with the promise of exposure and the aching need to see more. Mikhail's silhouette lingered at the window a moment longer, hand still cupping the heavy outline of his cock through thin briefs, before he turned away with a faint shake of his head, as if dismissing the prickling sense of being watched. Adrian's own length pulsed insistently against his palm, the damp fabric of his slacks clinging uncomfortably as another bead of pre-cum slipped free; he bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, torn between fleeing into the safety of his car and staying to witness whatever private relief Mikhail might seek in the privacy of his room. The jealousy from earlier clawed deeper now, imagining those cheerleaders—or worse, some eager teammate—sliding into that space instead, their mouths hot and willing around Mikhail's thick shaft while Adrian remained nothing but a ghost in the dark.

The hours stretched thin and torturous as lights flickered off one by one across the dorm, yet Adrian couldn't bring himself to leave, his mind replaying the brush of Mikhail's arm from that afternoon, the low timbre of his voice asking for guidance that felt like a dare. Arousal simmered low and relentless, his balls aching with unspent need, every shift in his seat sending sparks along his spine as he pictured Mikhail pinning him down right there on the damp grass, demanding to know why the professor's eyes followed him with such hunger. The cold crept into his bones, but it only sharpened the heat pooling between his thighs, the forbidden thrill of this unseen fixation binding him tighter to the man who had no idea how completely he'd unraveled Adrian's carefully maintained distance.

When dawn's first gray light finally bled across the horizon, Adrian forced himself to drive away, the engine's rumble a poor substitute for the ragged breaths he'd been holding back all night. His hands trembled on the wheel, cock still half-hard and frustrated in its confines, the memory of Mikhail's perceptive gaze sweeping the shadows leaving him raw and exposed even as the obsession dug its claws in deeper. This couldn't continue—not without risking everything—but the thought of stopping felt like severing a vital thread, one that pulled him inexorably back toward the hockey player's orbit.

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