With The Excuse of Cleaning Faces
The corner of the science room near the window had become a place that Matthew adored. He watched the birds swoop down, and the squirrels scatter, and sometimes, he watched a spider spin its web under the sill, the sun shining on his face or the winter breeze drying out his skin. It was like a palace of his own. Ivan, the terrifying chemistry teacher paid him no mind. No one else minded him either.
No one except Alfred.
A strong hand slid up his thigh under the desk, and Matthew squeaked, flushing, and looking at Alfred as though he were insane. Damn if he didn't mind the hand in the slightest, but there was a time and a place. Alfred smirked and leaned casually on his fist, eyes sparkling as he drew circles on his inner thigh, enticing. And if it weren't for the utter embarrassment, Matthew would have found himself enchanted by his calm confidence.
"C-could you refrain from molesting me at school?" Matthew whispered, sinking into his seat as Alfred slid his hand further up, urging on his humiliating arousal, dangerously close to touching that place. "Focus!"
Alfred chuckled, a sound like honey and sweets, grinning. "You're so cute, Mattie." Matthew simply flushed and pushed Alfred's hand away, letting their fingers tangle instead, upset that he had missed Ivan's lecture as they were given text book work.
He realized quickly that Alfred wasn't paying any attention to his work, choosing instead to stare at him, smiling gently, his expression adoring. He kept his eyes to his book, fingers curling into a fist for restraint. He hated it when Alfred looked at him like he was the most beautiful and precious thing in the world.
A rough thumb urged his lip out from between his teeth, smoothing over it gently. Alfred leaned forward with a kind smile, lifting the text book to hide them from any prying eyes. He took a moment to appreciate the softness of his lips, the helpless expression Matthew gave him, the way his violet eyes sparkled. Mattie really was just too adorable to defy.
"A-Al." he whispered, feeling hot as Alfred traced his lips with his thumb, staring at him delicately, resisting the urge to lick his lips lest he caught Alfred's thumb. That would be too embarrassing.
"Mattie, I really wanna kiss you right now." Matthew felt his face get hotter at Alfred's blunt confession, cheeks glowing a warm pink. When Alfred leaned in, he quietly accepted the kiss behind the text book, allowing Alfred to press closer, hands around his trim waist. And Matthew put his hands in Alfred's shoulders, releasing a quiet whimper, nearly drowning in the pleasure Alfred's kiss gave him.
"What exactly are you doing?" Ivan drawled, an eyebrow raised, arms crossed as he loomed over them, looking thoroughly displeased. Or as displeased as anyone could look with a smile on his face.
Alfred only eased off of Matthew slightly, leaving the Canadian stammering in embarrassment. He grinned cheekily. "I was cleaning Mattie's face sir."
"With your tongue?" The Russian teacher asked incredulously. Alfred grinned, his hands resting easily on Matthew's hips, about to slip under his shirt. Ivan sniffed, lips curling in a sneer. "Disgusting." And he turned and left without anything further, mumbling darkly to himself.
"I fucking hate you." Matthew mumbled, blushing brightly as Alfred leaned forward again, kissing his neck.
Alfred chuckled deeply. "Can't help it, Mattie, every time I see you I just wanna attack you." Matthew didn't bother asking if it was his fault that he was supposedly "cute". He pouted instead, and Alfred gave him a sound of adoration.
No one else was looking at them, and as always he was happy for his seat in the back of the science room, near the window.
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