School AU, teacher and student relationship issues.
Pairing: AlfredxIvan (implied GilbertxRoderich and Gerita, more may appear.)
Warnings: Language, lustful and explicit thoughts and innuendos, Age Gap relationship development.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia but I'm waiting patiently for January guys! :3
Infatuated
He never had a problem like this on his life, but of course there's a first time for everything.
Becoming a teacher was one of the best things that happened to his life and the only thing he aspired to be since young.
At the young age of 32 Alfred Jones was teaching his favourite subject, Astrophysics and inspiring young teens as any other teacher was.
His optimism, creativity and leadership makes students enjoy his classes and even work a bit harder on them while having fun with hard mathematics. He was also tentative and friendly towards his students which made them trust him and let him help when they needed, he found a good balance between assertiveness and control and friendship with his students which made them enjoy his classes.
They learned with his joking and teaching methods and even other teachers came to him for help sometimes. Students do enjoyed the blond-haired man classes and the bright dashing smile of the teacher and his blue eyes was a plus to many. Having a good-looking teacher that was cool was something a bit unusual so there were only a few haters.
It was a good thing that most were there because they loved the subject but none like him.
The young teacher saw them as his little disciples. He taught them and looked up to him making him feel fulfilled while thinking of them as endearing and mini people who needed guidance to turn the world a little better. The difference was that they were not little, they are all young men and women but he always thought of them in a very innocent way, paternal and brotherly, until him.
He is different.
Not only the fact that Ivan Braginsky is a tall young man with pale skin, ashen hair and violet eyes that lead to think that he's not a teen but a full man on his twenties, but the fact that he was very quiet, with an unsettling calm, and light violet eyes that pierced through him leaving him nervous, afraid that he was not being good enough for the intelligent gorgeous adult looking teen.
It was not right to think about his devoted student as gorgeous but indeed he was, at least for him.
His mind was skilled, challenging and mature making him great at everything he did. His body was tall, broad and more developed any other 17 years old teen making him intimidating and menacing but the most engaging and thrilling feature he had were his light violet eyes. They were gorgeous, intense and when he gazes you, you can feel those eyes staring deep on the depths of you whole being. It was enough to make Alfred fascinated.
To say that Alfred started noticing the teen was an understatement but alas, he started drifting his eyes towards him during the classes hoping that no one realised he was almost undressing the teen with his eyes, even if is thoughts would stay innocent enough; just a need to touch and feel, nothing more.
It was not like this at the beginning. The teen was as ordinary as any other teen.
He was quiet with a chilling clam and an intimidating and a somewhat lonely atmosphere around him; a unique character on his class that could not be ignored even if tried. His voice was childish and soft toned however Alfred could see how he studied carefully every word before talking, an interesting feature since he always said something meaningful on the few times he indeed opened his mouth to talk.
Ivan Braginsky did not talk much but he let his eyes pierce through people in an intense way making the other students drift apart from him.
Alfred noticed that when they turned away from him his eyes grew a sad edge but soon he was smiling his everlasting polite tight smile making Alfred wonder if that small smile had one day vanished from that pale face.
He wished he could relax his features though; he was more handsome with a sincere smile, breathtaking he would dare to think. Not that he had looked that intently to see it, he just saw him talking with his sister once, mouth parting and eyes craving that image in blue orbs because he looked so different and relaxed that it made Alfred even more intrigued.
Ivan's garments were always baggy or too big for him. He wore black pants or jeans with a large shirt and sometimes a light brown coat that made him appear even larger than he is and Alfred knows this as a fact because when he took it and Alfred could see that the teen was indeed a bit bulky but not fat at all as the clothes give to imagination. His broad chest compensates any slight lump on his belly though, it was developed and strong making Alfred wonder if he worked out to keep a shape like that.
The most curious thing about that student was a beige scarf that he wore always snugly on his neck.
Alfred always thought that it looked out-of-place but when on a Valentines' day he received a letter from a brunette girl and hid his flushing face in an endearing way on that scarf, Alfred realised that it fitted him.
With that came the conclusion that he was watching that teen a bit more than he should and it was scary for him.
It was frightening and nerve wrecking to realise that he was becoming infatuated with a student, his student, someone he should never consider to look at twice in a romantic or sexual way. But he did.
Unconsciously his vision would follow the room and always come to a stop at the young teen who was normally with a concentrated thoughtful face writing everything he said. Sometimes he would look up and flush slightly and Alfred would look away towards any other student hoping he was not staring.
He could not understand properly why he was so worked out about a student, a male student who kept oblivious to his dilemma smiling widely and freely to him making him become nervous and have a belly ache every single time he would do that smile. It was dashing, slightly shy but confident and Alfred always had to smile back cheerily and quickly turn away.
With his big dilemma Alfred started searching on the internet feeling sort of lost and frightened but seeing nothing to help him he decided to keep with the idea that he was only flavouring a student, nothing else, just fondness, yeah..
It could be nothing else and he started despairing and avoiding look at the student in hopes that his mind and heart would stop racing against his will making him even more smitten.
But life likes to prank people and Ivan, with his floating scarf and mysterious smile, walked to his class in nice tight pants and loose shirt making him swallow heavily while watching defined muscle members move graciously yet steadily and a broad chest with perk nipples peaking from the shirt. It was a chilly summer day but Alfred felt hotter than the burning sun he so admired.
He despaired, looked down internally having a debate with himself and deciding to accept that he was attracted for a student.
His body felt tense, bothered, slight aroused but his mind guilt, repulsed with himself and the students looked at him with slight worry and he dismissed them with a wave saying he felt a bit sick. Before he could continued the class he stole a glance to the tall student who was watching him with worried violet eyes and he felt even worse.
He was living in misery, the infatuation and guilt slowly killing him and deeper than he thought so he decided to accept that he was infatuated by a student. After accepting that fact his life was easier; at least his mind was not hurting so much any more and he could eat without feeling sick.
It was somewhat normal to feel attracted for developed students and since he never acted upon that or gave it away he was safe. He will be fine, he's simply smitten by a student and will not heavily lust or sickly act on it.
Right?
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Sometimes at the cafeteria he heard the students talking.
Teens were rather hurtful sometimes and they found Ivan threatening and dangerous not wanting to be near him creating stories about him.
They were rather creative but Alfred heard it all with clenched teeth but said to himself he was only being protective and defensive of one of his students, it was normal, he disliked how Ivan's violet eyes would look saddened even if he paid them no mind. It was just fondness for the teen, really. The fact that he may be becoming deeply infatuated for the teen has nothing to do with it.
A slight scared, confused feeling grew but he kept confident that he was safe. He would not develop even closeness with the student so it was fine.
Soon he was feeling light again and confident on his skills, talking excitedly about atoms and molecules between math equations while some students worked to keep up and other joined the talk with questions and doubts.
His eyes drifted the room questioning his students about what he just taught and noticed something was amiss.
Ivan Braginsky, the ashen haired cute Russian was looking outside lost in thought in a strange and unfamiliar way.
He frowned feeling a pang of disappointment and finished the class rolling his eyes when the same girls as ever stayed late just to talk or flirt with him with shy fake blushes and smiles. He, once, it found it flattering but soon it just be converted into inconvenient.
He bid his goodbyes to them and looked inside the room noticing that the Russian was still sitting on his place watching him and he felt himself flush a bit wondering if he gazed the teen too much or something.
A few seconds of uncomfortable staring followed and Alfred cleared his throat before speaking.
''Uh… aren't you going home?''
The teen stood looking down as if lost in thought then with a decided look on his face looked at him stopping in front of him.
''Mr. Jones I'm afraid I'll have to drop this class…'' he said with slightly lost, gloomy, sad wide eyes and Alfred had to steady himself on the desk for some reason he was not sure.
''Ivan but you love this class, don't you?'' he asked with slight hope and Ivan's face started dusting pink as he slowly nodded.
''I do but I can not afford the books you have been requesting…'' he murmured ashamed and Alfred laughed in relief and joy making Ivan look at him confused and almost offended before Alfred waved him off with a sigh.
''You scared me for a while here, little dude, if it's that I can help, 'kay? I have an extra book of each and can lend to you until the end of the class.'' He smiled and Ivan's eyes light up with surprise, glee and admiration.
''You do…? I could never…'' he murmured and Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
''Come on… You are the best here and I heard that you really wish to follow this uh?'' he added with a wink seeing the pink on Ivan's cheeks spread and the shoulders tensing nervously before shuddering. He took his hand realising what he had done with slightly wild blue eyes and the student nodded with a small smile.
''I do… thank you I don't know how to thank you Mr. Jones….'' He said grabbing his bag with a little too strength making his muscles tense and become noticeable on the shirt and Alfred looked away.
They were just too close and Alfred was trying to focus anywhere else. He could not be physically attracted by a student, no, that was just sick! Oh God, please just go!
''Just keep the good work Ivan… Follow your dream little dude, don't let something as money kill it okay?'' he said with a small awkward smile trying to blend with the table and keep his tone normal and Ivan nodded before hugging him tightly.
A bit too tight he must admit but he was frozen feeling the teen's strong arms around him and the body heat spreading through his body.
''Thank you.'' Ivan murmured softly with a huge flush over round cheeks and left leaving Alfred slightly glazed and lost.
Oh God… what is happening to me? He thought confused and swallowed heavily as his body trembled nervously and his breath failed to follow the rhythm of his pounding heart.
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Saturday was the day Alfred passed with his brother Matthew. They were always very close even if they had their differences and edged personalities.
Matthew was a psychiatrist on a children's hospital near the town and Alfred drove to his house wanting to at least talk to someone who won't judge him. Matthew won't, he knows but he's dreading the look on blue eyes that look so much like his own.
What if he thinks I'm a pedophyle? A monster.. oh god… I'm infatuated and lusting for a teen… a fucking teen! Who looks older, mature and oh so hot, another side of him told but he decided to keep it down, locked away.
His hands tightened so hard on the heel that his knuckles turned white but that tight hug and shy blushes couldn't leave his mind almost leaving him crazy.
Alfred knocked on the door loudly as ever and his brother opened the door with a large smile.
''Alfred!'' his smile faded when he saw his guilty look and tremble lips, ''what's wrong?'' he asked grabbing him inside quickly and Alfred hugged him hiding is face on the crock of his neck.
''Oh God, Matt. I need you!'' He murmured and Matthew took him to the living room only leaving him to prepare a hot strong coffee for Alfred.
Alfred told him everything. How he started thinking more about the student and noticing little things, how he was so smart and handsome and Matthew listened with an impassive calms and soft blue eyes.
''I don't know what's happening to me! I'm not like this and you know… I don't even…. he's a student!'' he whispered the last part as if it was a dirty secret and it was; one that roamed though his mind and followed him everywhere becoming stronger and stronger as he started feeling a dirty old pervert.
''Alfred calm down, are you not overreacting? Your students are almost men and women, is normal to look at them.'' He said shrugging a bit his shoulders and Alfred looked at him as if offended.
''I'm attracted by a student, one of my students! This is illegal.'' He said almost in desperation and his brother rubbed his shoulder.
''Alfred, you have done nothing wrong, you are a bit infatuated but that passes right? What is the real problem here?'' he asked and Alfred looked at him.
''I don't think it will pass bro… This is… I don't know, it's stuck inside me and grows and I want him so badly… I never thought I would but he hugged me and now I can't stop thinking about that…'' he said grabbing his hair and bending placing his elbows on his own legs.
''Have you had… uh, dirty thoughts about him?'' Matthew asked bending to look at him and he shook his head negatively.
''No… I just want to touch him, feel him, nothing more…'' he said solemnly before adding ''yet.'' as an after thought.
The thought of touching him more was rather attractive now that he thought about it. His pale skin and flushed cheeks with half lidded violet closing as he thrust into him harder and deeper, impaling his throbbing cock inside his tight, surely virginal heat-, he stopped himself with a wild startled look and Matthew looked at him worriedly.
''Alfred?'' he asked and Alfred stood shaking his head.
''I'm not a fucking paedophile! I'm not!'' he yelled more to himself than to his brother and Matthew simply nodded.
''No, you are not.'' He assured him just to ease his mind but that did nothing to Alfred who sat defeated on his couch with a pained look on his face.
''I need to get out of this school Matt…'' he murmured and Matthew looked at him.
''You want to leave?'' he asked with wide eyes behind glasses and Alfred nodded.
''Perhaps…. I'm not sure if I can live like this.'' He admitted and Matthew hugged him making his feel empty.
It was too small; too loose, not him and he felt disgusted with himself for thinking that, again.
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It must be a test from God, it must be. Alfred thought with a grimace as his normal cheeky easy-going self turner into a serious, downcast being.
All he wanted was some peace of mind but he couldn't even look at the mirror not wanting to face his own face knowing what he wants, he desires. It hurts thinking about it; it hurts wanting it badly as he was wishing and wanting that it was letting him terrified and hurting more.
All things considered it was all Matthew's fault. He never even contemplated sexually about Ivan until he truly thought about it. It was horrifying how those scary lustful thoughts entered on his mind with a simple sentence and then plagued him all night.
He didn't want to even wonder about it but is mind would drift to the teen unconsciously and he felt even more pained. He would never touch himself though; it would even make him feel sicker.
He drove to the school and tried to keep his face impassive and expressionless but when the teen sat looking at him with such soft grateful, radiant bashful violet orbs his heart skipped a beat imagining those eyes leering with mischief lust and he paled sickly with wide eyes before handing him the books and turn around too quickly to start the class without looking once to the teen who, after that, watched him with a sulky absent look on his face.
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Alfred was an easy man to read; when he was happy his blue eyes shone gleeful behind blue lenses and when having problem they would look sullen and slightly glassed. Ivan also knew this because he liked to watch the teacher.
Alfred Jones was the best teacher he ever had; he believed in him and in a bad moment he was tentative enough to help him. It helped that he was very easy on the eye, the thought of the beautiful blond teacher made Ivan blush and shyly peer at him on the classes.
He was very jovial and young-looking even if the glasses made him look even more intelligent and older. Ivan knew girls fawned and were all over the teacher but he preferred to gaze intently the teacher and notice little things that made him even more particular. For example the strand of hair on his forehead that always stood still even if he never wore gel or hair products. Ivan also noticed little freckles once that he was close enough and when he hugged him he felt that he was very warm to touch. He was a gorgeous amazing man but he was only a student and knew his place but the mere thought of seeing the teacher sad made him pained and he wanted to watch the teacher smile dashingly again to them instead of giving them a crocked smile that was too forced on pink lips.
When the teacher handed him the book only to subsequently avoid acknowledge him he became quizzical and deponent while wondering what he had done to receive such treatment from the teacher he admired so much.
A bitter mood settled on the tall teen and Gilbert, his cousin and major problem on his life picked on him but regretted when a fist hit his stomach.
At least his mood improved slightly before Alfred gave him attention once again making him shyly radiant again.
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There was the tradition of soccer matches on the school.
Teacher liked the little free time it gave them and students became competitive and thrilled with the games and prospect of skipping classes for trains and matches.
Alfred was not that exited this year but a little hesitant.
Normally he would cheer in joyful happiness with the students, even if American football was much better, but this year he couldn't concentrate properly trying not to focus on the student.
He tried to avoid the teen but his eyes would drift to the student questioning him the hardest questions knowing he knew them better than anyone else.
On the matches his eyes would be glued to strong plump tights, sides and round ass inside loose shorts while he tried to look anywhere else. But he couldn't.
Ivan was damp with sweat on white glistening skin and panting, face flushed with a small rare smile; Alfred found himself watching him with lips parted, hands on his lips in disbelief and a strained erection on his pants. How could this happen? Why? Please not here. He thought in anguish and when Ivan shook his head cleaning his forehead with his hand before looking at the viewers of the match Alfred couldn't bare the torture of the lock of their eyes and stood too quickly not noticing how Francis Bonnefoy, French teacher, raised one eyebrow in a peculiar looking from him to the camp where a frowning Ivan stood slightly disappointed..
Soon the matches were ending and, sadly, Ivan's team lost.
Alfred continued to hide his infatuation for the teen and succeed until a fight took place on the playground and all his effort vanished.
Teachers were called by a girl to stop two teens who were heavily wrestling on the back of the school and they scurried through the walls to part them as soon as possible.
Alfred ran with them and froze walking slowly to the circle of fight when realise who was fighting.
Ivan Braginsky was fighting with Ludwig Beilschmidt, Gilbert's little brother who was strong, and sometimes over pursuer of his own interests having many students under his control which made Ivan have a strong aversion to the teen if he approached too much on his own interests. He was also the captain of the team who won the soccer match.
No one was sure what made them fight but Alfred could see that Ludwig had a black eye, ripped trousers and an arms twisted painfully.
He stopped walking in a slight safe distance and watched Ivan then, not noticing how Francis stood on his side watching him.
His breath quickened in adrenaline of wanting to join the fight and defend Ivan noticing the damage but at the same time mesmerized by the sight of Ivan whose arms were scratched in red lines, shirt ripped leaving trails along his broad chest and perk dark nipples and a swollen lip that lead a trail of blood through his chin fall on his scarf. Ivan spit on the ground with bloodied teeth and Alfred shuddered in astonishment, protectiveness and mostly arousal. His eyes grew wide behind glassed and he felt a hand grabbing his arm making him jump slightly in surprise.
When he looked again the teens were apart but Gilbert was on Ivan's side rubbing his back with a strained look and tight clenched lips looking at Ludwig as Ivan looked at him with a small smile and Alfred felt a pang of jealousy.
Ivan was giving a look to another. His blood boiled slightly as his arousal diminished in prowl of jealousy and Francis pulled him away from the surrounded bloodied teens with a contemplative face.
Francis took him to a more or less hidden place and looked at him with harsh eyes until Alfred spat ''What?'' before calming himself enough to look at who had dragged him.
His face paled and he suddenly felt sick and shivering but Francis harsh look dissolved into one of pity.
''Alfred, are you lusting over Ivan Bragisnky?'' he asked bluntly and Alfred glared at him offended and petrified of being so obvious.
''What? Of course not! And how you know his name, he's not your student! I don't know what are you talking about Francis.'' he demanded and rambled nervously making Francis shush him and sigh.
''I have been watching you Alfred and you should stop yourself before doing something bad! This gazing you do is not healthy and you should stop stressing yourself over a teen before you become obsessed, cher.'' He advised making him rage.
''Just because you are fucking with the director of this school doesn't make you have the right to accuse me of suck despicable things!'' he defended himself shivering nervously as a trail of sweat fell through his forehead. He was lost…. Francis knew and he would tell the director who will fire him and he'll never get a job again! Oh God he felt sick and losing his mind!
''Alfred!'' he warned trying to calm him before pressing his arm in a firm grip.
''This happened before and will not be the last time happening, whatever you are denying or trying to hide let it go before it becomes horrific! I don't even care if you have one affair with one student just don't make it non consensual because I'll be watching you! Don't you dare to force yourself on him, understood?'' he warned before walking away with heavy steps and blue harsh eyes making Alfred open his mouth gaping as tears build on his eyes.
''I'm not… I would never… I never even…. I'm not like that!'' he murmured weakly but desperately, not able of coherency, to no one before walking away and taking the rest of the day off only to think how Ivan is probably involved with a girl or that idiotic albino.
He got to a conclusion. To get rid of this infatuation he must leave the school. Francis was right; he was a little bit more than infatuated by the teen and was starting to obsess over him because he knows he will never have him.
He never thought he would ask for demission but he surely prefers it to go through the process of his infatuation become an obsession and force himself on his precious wonderful student. That thought was just too sick but Alfred was scared enough of himself to not want to take risks.
On the ne next day he went to the principal with trembling steps in nervous lamentation and asked demission, rather demanded because the director didn't wanted him to leave, leaving the room knowing he would have to teach that class only a few more months until the end of the course.
That fact did nothing to ease his mind and his sombre blue eyes were not missed by the students.
Francis watched him shaking his head saddened and walked to his own class before winking at Arthur Kirkland, who did everything to keep Alfred on the school without success but knowing the events transpired on the soccer match preferring to keep it stuffed due Alfred's integrity, and flushed with narrowed eyes and huge eyebrows sending the handsome French teacher to his class.
Alfred went to his own class and proceeded with his teaching trying to keep his mind blank and his face normal enough even if not even atoms and complicated math equations were not enough to make him better.
Ivan was there with a swollen lip and dark bruise on his cheek and the albino, Gilbert, was talking to him and he tried to listen to them feeling jealous and suspicious only to get ashamed and even guiltier for assuming things in blind jealousy.
''Thanks Ivan, I never thought he would be so against me and Rod but…. I think he's on denial 'cause he's not as awesome as me and has an Italian instead of a hot Austrian to tap.'' The German grinned making Ivan shake his head.
''It was nothing but it would please me if you stopped the rumours you made about me.'' He said with a raised eyebrow and amused expression as Gilbert paled.
''It was not me but I can see what I can do!'' he nodded trying to run away from the dark atmosphere that was growing between them and Alfred looked to the book ignoring looks.
''Turn to page 82 and do those exercises please.'' He said loud enough to get attention but without his natural cheeky tone and Ivan looked at him intently before looking down fumbling with the pages.
Alfred left the room and sat on the ground grabbing his hair.
This is making him crazy, mad… OH god… he's obsessed with a student! He's losing his mind because of a student; he thought swallowing a lump on his throat before composing himself and continued the class noticing that violet eyes were boring into him again.
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Sunday is always a good day.
He spent Saturday correcting files for his students, preparing classes a cleaning his house, somehow he managed to do it all and even play a game on the computer not having time to think about the student and Sunday was the day he got to rest and think about nothing.
He spent a few hours just relaxing on the bed and then went out for breakfast.
On his way however, he saw someone who made him want to bump his head in the steering wheel until it cracked.
Ivan Braginsky, the student he had been so careful to try to forget was running on the side-walk as he drove his car.
Ivan was wearing dark train trousers and a dark loose shirt as his light ashen hair glowed with the morning sun. His cheer size, built and hair were not the only things that made him recognize the teen; unfortunately he had dreamt with those shoulders, back, tights and ass too much to not recognize them.
He kept driving slowly and swallowed opening his window.
''Hey Ivan!'' he grinned to the teen receiving a quizzical look from a flushed panting teen who smiled broadly when realised who called him.
''Mr. Jones!'' he said cheerfully in a soft voice that even loud and demanding, never lost his soft edge making it tender and Alfred fond of it.
''Why are you running on a Sunday?'' he asked curiously.
Ivan slowed his pace and stopped walking completely to reply while Alfred stopped his car on his side looking at him curious.
''Oh, father wishes me to be in good shape.'' He nodded flushing even more as violet eyes twitched a bit and Alfred frowned worried and protective.
''Is he forcing you?'' he asked making Ivan wave his hand dismissively.
''Ah no, he's a good father but very strict and I do not mind, I enjoy running.'' He admits flushing even more and Alfred wondered for a moment if he could get even reddish on those pale cheeks. I wouldn't mind to find, especially if he was spread and eager under me with his shy smile and childish curiosity. He thought before frowning with a nervous feeling again. God what's wrong with me!?
''Ah… okay little dude… take care ok?'' he told a bit too quickly trying to be natural making Ivan nod and shyly smile to him.
''You too Mr. Jones.''
''Yeah…'' he murmured trying to keep those thoughts away and racing his car through the street.
Suddenly he wanted to know more about him again, to see him more, help him, have talks about their subjects of election and that frustrated him even more. He wanted to be intimate with him in every single way.
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Classes continued to go and Alfred even being frustrated, nervous and strongly infatuated for a student he got a hold of himself and kept giving classes with all his passion and fervour. He loved the little ones; he just couldn't look too much to Ivan, his student afraid that his infatuation would increase.
Feeling a bit renewed and knowing the classes were soon over he was excitedly talking about the space and universe as the students looked at him in awe, admiration and some in clear perplex.
He made them do a little research and looked down to the book he knew almost by heart. It was his love and one of the best subjects to learn and if he stopped he remembered how fun it was for him to learn about stars, the space and universe.
'It's written on the stars' he remembered a book with this quote and Alfred started talking about starts along with planets, dust and materials wondering why do people say that destiny is written there, in an infinite sky, universe created by mistake.
We are all mistakes in a way but when he turned around he caught Ivan staring at his ass before looking down with a slight blush and shifting playing with his pencil with an ashamed face, he flushes loosing his trail of thought knowing that there are mistakes that should never be made.
That was one of those and now full thoughts of Ivan wanting him were invading his mind as a plague and he stood frozen watching the teen who looked at him even more embarrassed for being caught as a few people snickered and laugh of his teacher flushed red, frozen on the spot with a book on his hands as if lost.
He realised what he was doing and continued the class as nothing had happened.
On the end of the class Ivan walked awkwardly to him with an embarrassment and he raised one eyebrow not wanting to be too obvious.
''I apologize, I was only lost in thought and…'' Ivan started flushing even more and Alfred waved his hand to him with a slight blush.
''Don't worry, it's fine but…'' he looked at Ivan licking his chopped lips nervously and noticed Ivan looking at them with a slight reddish blush, ''if you don't mind me asking what were you thinking about?'' he dared to ask hopefully and at the same time terrified and sick with himself for even wonder about them together while Ivan looked at him with a thoughtful face.
''I was wondering why you stare at me so much and so intently.'' Ivan said aloud and he swallowed feeling almost scared of the intense curious violet on the tall teen, almost his high, eyes.
'' I'm afraid I am a bit infatuated for you, but don't worry… It will be gone soon and I will never bother you.'' He admitted feeling a heavy weigh lifting from his shoulders as dread swallowed his whole being and Ivan looked at him unblinking with a soft blush.
''Would you want to chat with me someday after school, Mr. Jones?'' Ivan proposed, after a few minutes of silence, with red cheeks while biting his lower lip and Alfred swallowed wondering how soft his lips look when bitten.
''I can't… I can-'' he started feeling nervous but so wanting and Ivan interrupted him with a soft voice and hopeful eyes looking up at him.
''It would be just for a bit, I will not take too much time from you.'' He murmured shyly and a little dejected and Alfred agreed wondering what he's doing as his infatuation grows more and more with every second.
Notes: Wanted to shake things up a bit and the other stories do the same as you may imagine! This was supposed to be a collection of drabbles to post on my tumblr but it grew and grew and ideas flooded my word so there is a full chapter of this.
I am working in too many things at the same time but I really wanted to explore this a bit so, am I exploring this shit or not?
Still having some problems so my writing is slow. Wait patiently, please, if you wish to see more because I am still undecided how I want to continue this so it will take even longer than usual. (really lots of stories going on just go to profile and see for yourself!)
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