For clumsygyrl: "College au, Chris is a professor, JC is a student... and naughty things happen along the ways of explaining Freud and his theories."

"Penis envy," Dr. Kirkpatrick said, and nodded. "Ancient and respected theory."

"If by 'ancient and respected' you mean 'dreamed up by a crotchety old wanker', maybe," JC said, and stretched his legs out underneath Dr. K's desk. He'd picked psychology as his gen ed requirement because it had seemed like a quick and easy A, and when he'd walked into the classroom and the guy he'd thought was a particularly hot senior had instead turned out to be the new adjunct professor, he'd almost dropped the class so that he could feel free to hit on him without feeling guilty about it. Or making him feel guilty about it. By the time he'd noticed that the class was, in fact, not anywhere close to being an easy A, it had been long past drop/add. The only thing that kept the class bearable was being able to stare at Dr. K through lectures.

"Well, yeah, okay," Dr. K said. "But obviously it's got some sort of basis in reality, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't have lasted this long." His eyes were sparkling, in that way that told JC that he didn't mean a word of what he was saying. "Because it's not as though stupid theories with no empirical evidence to back them up haven't been widely disseminated in academic circles before."

JC caught himself giggling, stopped, put a hand over his mouth, and quirked his eyebrows. He had a distressing tendency to act like a simpering fourteen-year-old girl around Dr. K. "Seriously," he said. "Do you think it's worth pursuing for a final research project?"

"Mr. Chasez," Dr. Kirkpatrick said, "you must decide whether or not to pursue the topic of penises on your own. I can't help you there." He paused, and then grinned a little more. "At least, not until after exams."

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