learn anything like that. Sorry, Al.”
Killian smiled. This was interesting.
“But what if you… uh, I mean, what if you know somebody who can just do them?”
What could he say? Killian stared at the handsome young face. “I would say to tell the person you know that he shouldn’t worry. Having unusual capabilities is… well, not that unusual.”
The boy sighed. “Really? I don’t know anyone who can—uh, except my friend—do a lot of weird shit, you know?”
“Like predicting the future sometimes?”
“Yeah, like that.”
“Like thinking of something, and then it occurs?”
“Yes.”
Killian looked hard at Jimmy. Why was the kid asking? If he could do these things, Killian probably ought to know about it. Yeah, but maybe he was better off not knowing. “Jimmy, I know these things seem strange, but many people can—” Killian froze. He stared at the door—the door where Blaine stood. Killian’s hands started to tremble. Just looking at Blaine made his throat dry and caused a very unfortunate hardening of a certain nether area. He had to stop doing this. Then he heard it. Puuuuurrrrr. The sound vibrated through his body, making every feeling twice as strong. Damn the cat.
“Uh, Professor…?” Jimmy stopped talking. For a second he stared at Killian, then looked over his shoulder to where Blaine stood. The physics professor’s gaze would start a fire in kindling.
Jimmy grinned. “Hey, it’s Professor Genneau.” Killian reached out to shush him, but Jimmy raised an arm and waved. “Hey, Dr. Genneau. Over here.”
Blaine started toward their table, and Killian wanted to run. Al purred even louder, the perverted feline.
Jimmy was all smiles. “Dr. Genneau is my new advisor. I hated the other one, so they gave me Dr. Genneau. He’s really cool.”
Killian tried to talk. “I, uh, thought you were a history major….”
As the gorgeous, tall, lean human arrived at the table, Killian got the final blow from his favorite student. “Oh no, I’m a physics major.”
The man of his dreams—underscore man—walked closer. Jimmy ran off at the mouth. “Hi, Dr. Genneau. This is Dr. Barth, my history teacher. You guys ought to know each other, because me and the other guys have officially named you the two coolest professors in the school, and—”
Blaine smiled. “Thanks, Jimmy; Dr. Barth and I know each other.” He ran his fingers through his hair, pulled off the dark-rimmed glasses, and put them in his pocket. Powers, those green eyes blazed, and the fire went straight to Killian’s cock. “Can I sit down?”
Jimmy grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and pulled it over with a squeak to the spot beside Killian. “Here, Professor. Take a load off.”
Blaine didn’t move. Just stared at Killian.
Killian cleared his throat. “Yes, of course. Sit.”
Blaine slid into the chair. Was it possible to feel body heat from several inches away? Killian’s skin burned. His hands actually hurt to touch the human.
Blaine smiled in the general direction of Killian’s neck. “Hi, Al.”
Well, damn, two humans who could see Aloysius? Had his spells completely failed? Had he lost his fucking powers just for lusting after that damned human? Blaine reached out a hand, and the cat leaped from Killian’s neck onto the table, where the human picked him up, turned him over, and began rubbing his tummy. No doubt about it. The cat was a whore.
Jimmy laughed. “Hey, Professor, Al likes me too.”
Blaine rubbed and petted. “Of course. Al has exceptional taste, don’t you, fella?” The man glanced up at Killian, then back at the purring fur rug. “I missed you really bad, Al. I thought about you and dreamed about you and wanted to pet you and hold you.”
Killian tried to eat his scone, but it turned to sawdust. Shit, he was going to flame out. Every touch of those long fingers on the silky black fur might as well have been on his own skin. Stroke, stroke. Under the chin. Across the belly. Shit, so close to the balls. Oh gods! Did witches spontaneously combust? Maybe he’d be a first.
“I wanted to rub your tummy and make you purr all night long until you didn’t care if anyone else ever petted you.” All four of the damned cat’s legs were splayed out as he lay on his back like the wanton beast Killian wanted to be. Sweet gods, if he could just lie down here on this table, just like Al. Spread his legs, draw them back by his ears, and let Blaine Genneau, human physics professor, ram his cock into his throbbing, pulsing ass