Meeting his daddy professor (mxm)- 18+ advised

Cole's POV The sound of the goddamn alarm is blaring in my head, informing me of yet another day that I will be late for my morning classes. Why did I have to work so late last night? Oh yes! Linda, my boss, decided it was okay to surprise me with a few extra hours last night. I had to close the bar at 4 am, so naturally, I didn't have a good night's sleep. I sighed. Every day for the past two years has been hell for me. Between work, classes, and taking care of my little sister, I have had my plate full. My mind is flooded yet again with painful memories. The loss of my parents is still lingering in my head. Although it has been close to two years, I still remember the day that my life changed completely so clearly. Before I go down to that rabbit hole, Tammy, my little sister, hops on my bed and starts shaking me. When did she get up here? I seriously have to get up now, or else Tammy will tickle me to death. "Coleeeeeeeeeee", she starts pinching my cheek, even though she knows I hate it so much. She is in big trouble now. "Tamara, how many times have I told you to stop doing that?", I say. "I have called you so many times, but you wouldn't get up and I'm so hungry. Can you make me smiley pancakes?", she says with one breath, looking at me with puppy eyes, knowing I can't resist when she does that.  Huffing and lifting the cover, I get up from the bed and I say: "Fine, you win! You will be the death of me someday Tammy. Let's go make some pancakes.", I say and she laughs wickedly, letting me know that her plan has succeeded, as always. After cleaning up and dressing for the day, I make my way downstairs to start making the batter for the pancakes. Tammy, being the impatient person that she is, has already got most of the ingredients on the counter and tries to get the flour from the higher shelf by climbing a chair and getting on her toes. My heart is already fluttering by that scene and I quickly help her get down and grab the flour myself. "Tamara Celia Jones, what on earth were you thinking?", I shout at her and put my hands on my hips. She knows she got herself in trouble now and starts tearing up. "I just... I... I'm sorry Cole", she says looking on the floor and my anger instantly disperses.  "It's okay, munchkin. I didn't mean to shout at you. I was worried you were going to fall.", I say hugging her close to me and I kiss her on her forehead. She is just 5 years old and my whole world now. I can't imagine anything happening to her. Maybe I am overprotective of her, but after everything that has happened to us, I can't help it.  "Will you help me with the pancakes, Tammy?", I say with a sweet tone. Her mood instantly lifts and we start preparing our breakfast.  After eating happily and making small talk, I prepare Tammy for the daycare and drop her off. As I hop on my barely working car, I look at my watch and suddenly I am reminded of how late I am for the English class.  "Oh f**k no! Give me a break. Mrs. Walkings will kill me.", I say and speed up to reach the campus. I am close to half an hour late for her class and I know she will give me hell for it. I am aware that I am in my second year of the Litterature degree and therefore I am a grown-ass man, but to my credit, Mrs. Walkings can scare anyone and every one with her demeanor. I stealthily enter the classroom from the back and pray to heaven that there is an empty seat nearby so that I can quickly sit down and maybe, just maybe, she won't see me. To my abundant luck, every seat is occupied and there are only available seats at the front. I scan the room and tiptoe like a ninja, hoping to be invisible to her, since I haven't seen the she-devil yet. A few feet from my seat, I am startled by the richest and most powerful voice I have ever heard. "And who might you be? Mr. Jones, I presume?", the stranger says close to my ear, standing right beside me, making me shiver unintentionally, while I am deep-rooted to my place.  "f*****g hell.", I curse lowly, but from the growl-like noise behind me, I can tell that he already heard it.  "I won't tolerate that kind of behavior, Mr. Jones, nor arriving late to my classroom. Please remember next time to include us in your tight schedule if you will be so kind.". His voice is dripping with sarcasm and I can't do anything else, but hang my head down and go to my seat embarrassed. I have never been so humiliated before in my life and that, in front of everyone. Well, I have never been so late to a class before, but even if I was, I don't think the she-devil would have confronted me like that. Don't get me wrong, there is a reason for her nickname and she certainly would have put me on the spot, but I don't know. Something about this stranger intrigued me. Sure, he is an asshole alright, but his voice filled with authority did something to me. I have never told anyone before since I always have had girlfriends and everyone assumed I was straight, but I actually am bisexual. Of course, I don't have any experience in that department. Every boy I have ever met never intrigued me that much and with every girlfriend, I had we only kissed on the mouth and did a little bit of touching. I was still a virgin, but not that I had any problem with that. Something always felt amiss and that was the reason I never went further with any of my relationships. I am already deep in my thoughts when I hear his deep voice again. Who is he and where is the she-devil? I am sure I walked into the right class, since he knew me by my name, so that was out of the question. I want to take a peek at him but I am still shaken up by the incident before. I feel eyes on me and I slowly lift my head to see everyone staring at me. What did I do again?  I got the courage to look at the front of the class, to find out why was I the center of attention yet again. My eyes go to the front and my breath hitched. The stranger with the sexy voice is an angel sent from heaven. He is freakishly tall with a muscular built. I wondered what kind of exercises was he doing to keep that physique. I quickly squash my dirty thoughts before I become seriously turned on and continue to look at the stranger's face. What I see there makes me sober up in no time, since he is staring at me with so much anger, all I want to do is look down. His brown beach waves frame his face to his square jaw beautifully and don't get me started on his eyes. If it was another time, I would be lost in the abyss of his sea orbs, but the raw intensity I am seeing right now, makes me sit straight. I think if I don't answer him right now, he might explode. So I meekly reply: "Yes sir?".  I see a ghost of a smirk adorn his luscious lips but in a moment it is covered by his emotionless face. "Mr.Jones, are you done checking me out? If so, let me repeat what I have just said for your ears only. Since you arrived late not bothered to listen to anything I have said this entire time, you got yourself detention with me. Come by my office after your classes end. Class dismissed." Wait, what? When did the time pass by? I have to stop doing that. I have never had in my life detention. What am I going to do? And on top of that, I have to pick up Tammy an hour after class. you have to get your s**t together, Cole. But maybe detention with this fine specimen won't be so bad. Or will it?