Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationship:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers)

Additional Tags:

Semi-Public Sex, Inappropriate use of college bathrooms, Scott Hunter is down bad for his man, Professor Grady reporting for duty, Fluff and Humor, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bratty Kip Grady, POV Scott Hunter (Game Changers)

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-02-02 Words: 4,157 Chapters: 1/1

I'd Take You Where Nobody Knows You

Summary

“So,” Kip said as he approached Scott, “you fell asleep during my lecture.”
Scott smirked, draping an arm over the back of the chair next to him and leaning back to gaze up at Kip innocently.
“Sorry, Professor. Perhaps there’s some extra credit I could do to make up for it?”

Or- Kip isn’t the only one who likes to watch his husband at work.

In Scott’s defence, he really was interested in learning about the collection of priceless artifacts from ancient Mesopotamia currently being displayed at the MET. He just hadn’t expected the young museum curator giving the guest lecture to be so distracting. 

He’d always pictured history professors as dusty old curmudgeons in musty tweed with voices designed to lull people straight to hibernation. Instead, it seemed the man speaking on stage held everyone in the room in a trance, Scott included. Kip’s fitted white button-down was rolled up to his elbows, providing an excellent view of toned forearms, and the dark jeans that perfectly cupped his firm ass were certainly not musty. He spoke with a confidence and animation that lit up his entire face, and even his nervous habit of pushing up his glasses every few minutes only added to the sexy professor vibe. Scott loved seeing Kip like this- sure of himself and completely in his element. 

He was so gorgeous Scott couldn’t think straight. How was anyone supposed to focus on history when the present was so enticing?

A polite ripple of laughter went around the room, no doubt in response to a witty quip from the charming lecturer. Scott sat up in his seat, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts as he refocused his attention on the screen in front of him. 

“If we circle back to my previous slide, you’ll notice the very slight differences I was talking about, which convey the hidden messages the artist perhaps didn’t even know they were cementing into history!”

Scott squinted at the screen, which showed a series of painted tiles depicting a bustling market scene, next to what looked to him to be a cracked water jug. He squinted some more, racking his brain to focus back on what Kip had been saying, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what the fuck the artist or his husband were conveying, hidden message or not.

Kip lifted an arm to aim a laser pointer at the screen, causing his shirt to go taunt against his stomach. Scott swallowed hard, remembering how he’d licked those abs in the shower that morning as Kip’s gentle fingers lathered shampoo into his hair.

Damn it. He had to focus. He’d promised himself he’d pay attention, so he could go home and tell his brilliant and talented husband exactly how brilliant and talented he was. 

Scott heard an audible sigh as Kip ran a distracted hand through his wavy hair, making it even more artfully disheveled than it already was. The two young women sitting in the row in front of him seemed thoroughly smitten, chins resting in their hands as they giggled coquettishly. He couldn’t really blame them, even as some primal, possessive beast in him wanted to stalk right up to the stage and kiss Kip so thoroughly that there’d be no mistaking him for anyone but Scott’s.

Then he thought of all the tabloids that photo would end up in, and the beast retreated back into its lair.

“The really exciting thing about this, however, is what it tells us about the everyday activities of the people who lived during this time,” Kip went on, oblivious to both Scott’s presence and, seemingly, his effect on the primarily female audience.

A bead of sweat ran down Scott’s back. It was sweltering inside the lecture hall. He’d sat near the back in order to avoid detection, and had inadvertently picked a seat in a direct patch of sunlight beaming in through the high windows. He didn’t dare take off his hoodie or baseball cap- the last thing he wanted was to be spotted while eavesdropping on his husband’s lecture. 

The heat was making him drowsy, Kip’s voice in the background a pleasant lullaby. Scott let it wash over him like a breeze, following its peaks and valleys like the melody of a familiar song. His eyes drooped closed. 

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Scott didn’t know how long he’d been asleep when a clattering noise jolted him awake. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, noticing with some horror that the man sitting a few seats down was staring at him, frowning.

Shit.

He slumped lower into his seat, tugging down the brim of his baseball cap and flipping his hood up over his head. He pulled the strings on the hood tighter around his face for good measure. Just a bored grad student attending a lecture for some extra credit, nothing to see here.

“Excuse me, is that you?”

Scott’s head whipped back towards the man next to him at the whispered words, his heart suddenly beating double time. He really hadn’t wanted to be recognized today. 

“Excuse me?”

The man frowned again. He looked distressingly like a musty old history curmudgeon. “I said, is that yours?” He pointed to the floor next to Scott’s chair, where his phone had apparently fallen out of his pocket.

“Oh, shit, I mean- yes, sorry,” Scott stammered, flushing as he quickly grabbed his phone. The lockscreen immediately lit up with a photo of him and Kip from last Christmas, wearing Santa hats and shit-eating grins. Scott’s thumb fumbled to turn off the display as he shoved the phone into his pocket. Musty Curmudgeon huffed in annoyance.

On stage, Kip’s brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes scanning the lecture hall as he spoke, no doubt curious about the source of the disturbance. 

Damn his husband and his lecturing skills. With everyone’s attention fixed on him, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Scott knew the moment Kip clocked him. There was a split second of hesitation in his speech, an almost imperceptible stutter that nobody but him would have noticed. But Scott knew the cadence of Kip’s voice better than his own, just as he could tell that Kip’s eyes had widened ever so slightly in surprise. In his seat near the top row of the lecture hall, he was too far away to see if Kip was blushing, but he would have bet he was. The thought made another bead of sweat roll down his back.

Kip leaned back against the edge of the desk behind him, his gaze still locked on Scott as his eyes narrowed slightly. His speech didn’t falter even as he crossed his arms across his chest in what Scott recognized as petulance. Scott’s cock recognized that stance as well, and he had to shift in his seat uncomfortably at the challenge in his husband’s eyes.

Oh, he was in so much trouble. The thought did nothing to help his growing arousal.

Kip turned around suddenly and reached down to grab a water bottle from the ground, giving the room an excellent view of his denim-clad ass. Fuck, was he doing that on purpose? He had to be doing that on purpose. Scott pressed a palm to his mouth to stifle the low groan he couldn’t hold back.

The next hour and half was the most unbearable of his entire life. The lecture had turned practically pornographic as Kip seemed determined to torment Scott as thoroughly as possible. He’d had to talk himself out of sneaking out of the lecture hall in the hopes that Kip would maybe join him in desecrating an Ivy League bathroom later.

The two giggly students were practically salivating and had stopped pretending to take notes. Musty Curmudgeon had long since packed up his moleskin to find a seat closer to the front, whether to get a better view of Kip or to escape the tortured noises coming from Scott, he couldn’t really tell. 

When the lecture ended it took a full thirty minutes of Kip’s adoring fans asking him questions before the room finally cleared. Kip ignored Scott the entire time, giving his students his undivided attention until at last it was just the two of them in the echoing space. 

Scott’s knee was bouncing in anticipation under the desk, his face split in what he knew must be a silly grin despite his intention to look cool and unbothered. Kip slipped the last of his papers into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder before finally turning towards Scott. He started walking up the steps slowly, his eyes serious and fixed on him. Scott’s blood suddenly roared as if he’d been dipped in boiling water. 

“So,” Kip said as he approached Scott, “you fell asleep during my lecture.”

Scott smirked, draping an arm over the back of the chair next to him and leaning back to gaze up at Kip innocently.

“Sorry, Professor. Perhaps there’s some extra credit I could do to make up for it?”

Kip’s gorgeous mouth curved into a devilish smirk. Scott had to will his feet to stay planted on the ground to prevent himself from tackling him. Somehow he didn’t think his coach would be very happy if “Admirals Captain Scott Hunter Arrested for Fornicating in Columbia Lecture Hall” went viral. 

“I’m sure I can come up with something,” Kip replied, lifting his chin haughtily. “My office, now.”

Scott’s eyebrows rose in surprise, his bouncing knee freezing mid-movement. “They gave you an office?” That seemed extravagant for a guest lecturer, even for Columbia.

Kip rolled his eyes, fixing him with a reproving look. Play along, dummy, his gaze said. 

“Right,” Scott said, schooling his features into a mock frown as he got back into character. “Lead the way, Professor.”

Kip’s eyes dipped right to Scott’s crotch as he stood. When their gazes met again his husband’s eyebrows had shot right up into his hairline.

Scott shrugged even as his cheeks blazed. “What can I say? Those Egyptians didn’t wear a lot of clothing.”

Kip’s gaze darkened. “This was a lecture on ancient Mesopotamia,” he said drily. “And you are in so much trouble.”

Scott swallowed hard. “You are absolutely not helping this situation.”

Kip only smirked as he grabbed the front of Scott’s hoodie and dragged him out into the hallway, which was, mercifully, empty. Perhaps Kip’s adoring fans had gathered to share all the clandestine photos they’d taken during the lecture. The thought made him snort, earning him a reproving look as Kip glared at him over his shoulder.

After several more turns they reached a deserted hallway in what seemed to be a faculty wing. Kip pushed a door open and shoved Scott inside before closing the door and turning the lock with a decisive click.

Scott blinked. It was, in fact, not an office at all, but instead a (very fancy) bathroom. There was even a corner with an armchair and lamp, with a dark tile floor and brass furnishings. It would have been sexy if it wasn’t for the fluorescent lighting. It seemed he hadn’t been the only one fantasizing about doing unholy things in bathrooms.

“Nice office,” he quipped. “Love the furnishings. Very minimalistic.”

Kip huffed in annoyance and shoved him backwards until the edge of the sink dug uncomfortably into his lower back. Not that Scott was complaining. He loved it when Kip’s bossy side made an appearance in the bedroom. Or, in this case, in the swanky Ivy League faculty bathroom. 

“Yeah, well, maybe they’d pay me more if people paid attention in my lectures.”

He pressed his hips forwards, and Scott groaned at the bulge he could feel pressing into his own rapidly growing erection. Their lips were barely more than an inch apart, Kip’s dark eyes glittering with challenge and amusement. Scott was moments away from dropping to his knees in the middle of this bathroom.

“About that,” he started, clearing his throat to remove the gravel from his voice, “I’m a professional athlete. We work our bodies very hard, and I need rest.”

Scott only realized how that sounded as the words left his lips and Kip’s smirked deepened, putting his cursed dimples on full display as he no doubt planned out ways for Scott to work his body.

“And…it was very hot in there?” 

Kip raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I…the sound of your voice was incredibly mesmerizing and hypnotized me straight to sleep?” he tried, voice lifting up at the end in question.

Kip tilted his head, considering. “Better,” he declared. And then he closed the distance between them. All the tension left Scott’s body as their lips met, something in him settling now that Kip was in his arms. 

The kiss was hungry at first, hands grabbing and tongues fighting for dominance. Scott’s baseball cap went flying across the room as Kip tore it off in order to run his fingers through his hair, and he had to resist the urge to make a noise that was embarrassingly close to a purr.

Then his own hands slid slowly up Kip’s neck until they cradled his jaw, stroking against his dark stubble, and the kiss slowed. Desperate moans turned to soft sighs against each other’s lips, mouths curving into goofy smiles. Scott loved this, the push and pull of tension between them, crackling heat tampered by knee-buckling tenderness.

He dipped his lips to leave slow, wet kisses down Kip’s throat, tugging at his collar to glance at the lingering love bite he’d left there before his last road trip. The sight of it sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. 

“You looked so sexy up there,” he growled, teeth nipping at Kip’s earlobe. 

“Oh? And was that before or after you fell asleep?”

“Both. But mostly after.” 

Kip scoffed in annoyance, though it seemed halfhearted.

Scott bit down gently on the fading bruise at the base of Kip’s throat as he slid a hand up the back of his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his skin. He needed Kip closer even though there wasn’t an inch of space between them. 

“Mine,” he murmured. Partly because he couldn’t help it, partly because he knew Kip loved it when he was a tiny bit possessive.

Kip’s hands tightened around Scott’s back. “Yours.” It was barely more than an exhaled breath.

“I knew you wouldn’t stay mad at me for long,” he teased, brushing his lips against Kip’s ear. His voice was low and rough, making Kip shiver in his arms as he knew he would. Scott would have him undone sooner or later, despite Kip’s bravado. 

Kip huffed a laugh. “You’re not forgiven yet, sweetheart.”

“Oh? How should I make up for it, then?”

Scott dipped his head again, slowly unbuttoning Kip’s shirt to leave kisses along his collarbone. He felt Kip’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

“You’re a smart guy. Figure it out.”

Scott let out a low laugh before pushing away from the sink and picking Kip up into his arms in one swift move. A surge of satisfaction went through him at Kip’s sharp inhale of breath. He knew Kip loved being manhandled like this. Plus, it was hard for him to keep pretending to be mad when he was being carried like a kitten.

Scott crossed the bathroom in quick strides and unceremoniously dropped Kip into the armchair. 

“Why is there a chair in here, anyway?” he asked.

Kip smirked. “Looks like you’ve already figured it out.”

Scott grinned back, pushing Kip’s legs apart before dropping to his knees between them. “Naughty. Maybe I should have finished college.”

He did quick work of undoing Kip’s belt, pulling his pants and briefs down with a sharp tug. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and only inches from his face. Absurdly, his mouth watered. 

He ran his hands up and down Kip’s toned thighs, enjoying the way the hard muscles flexed under his touch, before leaning down to give the tip of Kip’s cock a single flick of his tongue. Kip hissed, his fingers clenching and unclenching on the arms of the chair. He was still far too in control for Scott’s liking. He switched gears, pressing kisses down the inside of Kip’s thigh all the way to his knee.

Kip let out a sound that was more whine than moan. “Evil.”

Scott chuckled darkly. “Say please,” he teased, turning his ministrations to Kip’s other thigh.

Kip groaned and slid a hand to the back of Scott’s head, fingers tangling almost painfully in his hair. “You should be the one saying please.”

His eyes were blazing, cheeks flushed and full lips kiss-swollen with his shirt half unbuttoned and cock on full display. He looked obscene. Scott pressed a hand to his own painful erection, desperate for some friction. Realistically there was only so much more teasing he could do before folding completely and giving Kip exactly what he wanted.

“Please, baby, will you please ask me to please suck your cock?” 

Kip snorted and smiled, a wide, unrestrained smile that knocked the breath from Scott’s lungs. “You’re ridiculous. Please suck my cock.”

Scott didn’t need to be asked twice. He dragged his tongue up the underside of Kip’s cock in a slow lick before wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking softly. Kip let out a relieved groan, his head dropping back to rest on the back of the armchair.

Scott chuckled softly before taking him deeper into his mouth, sucking him hard as he worked him with his tongue. Kip let out a mix of obscenities and reverent praise, his hand gently cupping the back of Scott’s head.

After all these years, Kip’s body held no secrets for him. He knew exactly where to lick, how much to tease, how hard to suck to elicit the reaction he wanted. Kip’s moans still lit his blood on fire as if it was their first time, and Scott thanked his lucky stars that he could have this, that he could have Kip. If someone had told him a few years ago that he’d one day be sucking off his husband in a college bathroom, he would have laughed in their face. Or possibly fainted. 

Scott tasted salt on his tongue as Kip’s breaths turned shallow and ragged. He groaned, quickly undoing his own belt and reaching into his briefs to start stroking himself. He was so on edge he felt like he might burst from the slightest touch. 

“Fuck,” Kip breathed, eyes wild as he watched him touch himself. “Fuck, Scott, I’m…” 

Scott loved when Kip became incoherent with lust. He moaned again, a low rumbling that made Kip’s hips buck up into his mouth. Kip’s cock hit the back of his throat, and the sound that came out of him almost sent Scott over the edge. 

“Stop. Wait, just- stop.”

Scott released him with a pop, still stroking himself lazily as he looked up at Kip innocently. “Problem?”

Kip was breathing hard, gaze fogged with lust. “I don’t think you’re working quite hard enough to earn my forgiveness.”

Scott’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you suggesting that I fuck you in this bathroom, professor? 

Kip smirked. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

Scott was on his feet in an instant, hauling Kip against him and pressing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. “You’re trouble.”

“You like it.”

Scott couldn’t even deny it. He pressed Kip down against the counter, taking a second to admire the view of his husband leaning on a bathroom sink with his perfect ass on full display. He sank back to his knees before grabbing handfuls of Kip’s cheeks and dragging his tongue between them in a slow, luxurious drag.

Kip’s breathing turned into desperate huffs of breath as Scott worked him open with his tongue, feeling the tight muscle relax under his ministrations. He felt inspiration strike as he spotted the fancy-looking lotion on the counter. Desperate times.

He pumped some onto his fingers as Kip laughed darkly. “Do you think that’s what they intended when they designed this bathroom?”

“Oh yeah, it’s a well-known fact that you history geeks are a freaky bunch.”

Kip laughed again and then hissed as Scott pressed a finger against him, gently circling his spit-slick skin before slipping inside. Kip made a garbled noise and then slumped forwards, head dropping to rest on his forearms.

“That’s what you wanted?” Scott asked, voice rough. He felt dizzy with want. The anticipation of fucking Kip never failed to drive him half feral with lust. 

“Not quite.” Kip wriggled his ass for emphasis, as if Scott needed any more motivation.

He added another finger, slowly dragging them in and out as he worked Kip open. His fingers found a spot that made Kip’s breathing hitch, and he grinned, pumping into him hard.

 “God, I love those giant hands,” Kip moaned, voice muffled.

“Yeah? Anything else you love?”

He slicked himself up with another pump of (probably very expensive) sandalwood lotion and replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock for emphasis.

“Yes, fuck I love that giant cock. I’d like it even more inside me.”

Scott’s laugh morphed into a deep groan as he pushed further into Kip, the tight heat of him making him dizzy with pleasure. He worked himself inside achingly slow despite Kip’s encouragements, unwilling to hurt him even while half mad with desire. When he was fully inside him he stilled, watching the sharp rise and fall of Kip’s back as he caught his breath.

“Hey,” Scott said softly, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kip replied, face still pressed against his arms. “Now will you fuck me, please?”

“Look at me.”

Kip looked up, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Scott held his gaze as he pulled out to the tip and then slammed back in, hard. 

“Yes, fuck, just like that…”

Kip braced a hand against the edge of the counter and stroked himself with the other as Scott gripped his hips and fucked him in deep, hard thrusts. They were making an unhinged amount of noise, their moans echoing around the tiled room. Scott would have been concerned about it if he wasn’t already on the verge of erupting. This wasn’t the time or place for sweet lovemaking, and besides, neither of them were going to last long.

Kip tipped his head back, exposing the long column of his throat and the lingering bruise near his collarbone. Scott would have to give him another one later. He’d undress him slowly, kissing and biting every part of him until Kip lost his mind and fucked Scott silly. 

Scott needed to close his eyes against the rush of pleasure that thought sent through him.

When he opened his eyes Kip was looking at him again, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly parted. He looked so good Scott could have died.

“God, baby,” he groaned, voice strangled. “You look so fucking good right now.”

Kip moaned in the desperate way Scott knew meant he was close.

“I’m gonna…”

“Yes baby, come for me.”

Kip did as he was told, biting his forearm to stifle his loud groan as he clenched around Scott and spilled his release into his hand. The sensation of Kip coming on his cock sent Scott tumbling over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave of blinding heat.

He fell against Kip, panting and boneless, holding himself up with one hand braced against Kip’s lower back. When the world came back into focus he looked up to see Kip grinning at him with a goofy, sated smile. Scott felt such a rush of affection that his throat felt tight. God, this man.

“If you keep this up you’ll ruin me for other men, Grady.”

Kip laughed. “I hope so. You married me.”

“I sure did.”

Scott cleaned them both up with the ridiculously plush hand towels before hauling Kip towards him for a sweet kiss.

“Did we just have sex in a college bathroom?” Kip asked, chuckling softly against Scott’s lips.

“Mmhmm. I’ve got some pretty big plans for when we get home, too.”

Kip grinned devilishly, eyes glittering with equal parts mischief and love. They really had to get out of there before Scott pounced on him again.

“Oh? Like what?”

“Things that involve me taking my time. And perhaps a bed. Or a couch.”

Kip laughed, quickly fixing up his clothes. “Then let’s go, stud.”

They tumbled back into the hall, laughing and grabbing at each other, but stopped short as they spotted the figure waiting just outside the door.

Musty Old History Curmudgeon was standing there with his arms crossed, face almost purple with anger and disapproval. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything Scott grabbed Kip’s hand and pulled him down the hall at a sprint.

“Ohmygod!” Kip’s voice was a breathless puff of laughter. “Do you think he heard? How long was he standing there?”

Scott couldn’t breathe. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t even be bothered to be mortified.

They didn’t stop running until they stumbled outside, their laughter drifting up into the sunshine to paint the sky with love.