Good Morning starshine! The earth says hello!
So instead of working on Perfectionist this week like I usually do, I decided to take a little break and write a oneshot, to add to my growing collection. Well, this was SUPPOSED to be a oneshot, but it seems to have become a story xD chapters here are short, though, and I probably won't have more than three or four. And I STILL haven't finished that Zemyx I've been promising for, idk, MONTHS.
Anyways, I wrote this in first person again even though I REALLY don't like it. I only use it for stand alones, cause first person smut is just so much easier.
Disclaimer: Hey guys, guess what! I actually DO own Kingdom Hearts!
*Is strangled by Axel* No, no she doesn't guys. Square Enix does.
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All my life I'd waited to be a senior in high school. I'd grown up hearing from my brothers and my cousins what a blast it was. At Twilight Town High, seniors got their own section of the cafeteria, reserved parking spaces, four or so activity days just for their class, a banquet, and of course, the beloved senior skip day.
Needless to say, I was pretty pumped to go to school on the first day of twelfth grade. I was never particularly a good student, I didn't play sports or anything like that, and my school spirit was zero. If anyone was vulnerable for a case of Senior-Itis, it was me. But the first day is always good. Aside from seeing all of your junior friends that you forgot existed over the summer, being surrounded by skimpy freshman (even if some of them were taller than my staggering 5'5'') that were scared shitless felt pretty empowering. Having had to repeat Kindergarten, I was nineteen years old, most likely the oldest in the school aside from the, as we call them, "Super Seniors," who are really just the long haired burnouts who stay in high school, unable to graduate, until they get kicked out at age twenty one.
The first morning was great. Hayner, my best friend, greeted me at my same old locker with the same old "I hate school" look on his face, along with Pence and Olette. My little brother, Sora, was starting freshman year this year and I saw him on my way to homeroom, wandering around hopelessly looking for his. I sent him in the wrong direction. Call me an asshole, everyone's gotta have at least one freshman prank their first day.
Nothing ever changes, I'd thought to myself, I still got my same old locker, same old friends, same old teachers waiting in the lobby to greet and direct newcomers. That poster's been hanging in the math hallway since I first got here. When I'd approached the water fountain, Ah, yep. Still a fresh piece of gum clogging the drain. Nothing changes but your classes, from the time you step into high school to the time you leave. The food stays crappy, not even the people change.
Obviously, the last thing I anticipated was my new homeroom teacher.
Picking up my schedule from the guidance office, I spotted the new name at the top and thought nothing of it. I noticed it next to my fourth block class, good grief, Sex Ed, and shrugged it off. It wouldn't be my first time seeing one teacher twice a day, and though it could be aggravating sometimes, I didn't really mind.
No, that wasn't the problem. The problem began when I actually walked in to homeroom and saw the man sitting at the desk. I could've died right there.
I knew him. Well, I didn't know him know him, but we were... ah, acquainted.
Let's just say that my older brother, Cloud, he has connections. When I say connections, I mean ways to get me fake IDs. See, I already know what you're thinking: Fake ID! This kid's a punk. A delinquent! How DARE you obtain illegal intoxicating fluids! Yep. I can see your nostrils flaring and everything. Let me just say that I am not a delinquent. I keep steady grades, I play an instrument. I would tell you I sing rather well, but I don't want you confusing me with the snobby ass drama kids. Anyway, yeah, I went to a gay bar, once, and I never, ever went back.
The reason was adjusting his thick framed glasses right in front of me.
It's not like he'd shown me a bad time. In fact, I had a very, very good time. I don't have to fill in the details for you, do I? I'm sure you can figure out what happened. Boy meets older boy at a gay bar, older boy offers a drink. Boy accepts and before you can say 'stupid' they're humping madly in older boy's apartment and having steamy hot, mind blowing sex on the kitchen floor and- well, yeah. How was I supposed to know he was going to be my new teacher! I did tell him that I was actually nineteen and not twenty one, but as that was still legal age that didn't seem to matter one bit to either of us at the time. I'm not typically a one-and-done type of guy, hence why I never returned.
Maybe if I just leave the classroom before he can look up and spot me, I can go to guidance and get this all sorted out, transfer to a different classroom—
"Roxas?"
Too late...
He looked up and caught my eye before I run away. Shit, I'd forgotten how green his eyes were; they reminded me of the horrible neon paint my little sister, Naminé had painted her room when she'd decided that it was her favourite colour. A month or so later, of course, she decided she hated it. Her room stayed white from then on. This green wasn't particularly like that one, it was a bit more natural looking, but it could still pierce right through a guy.
"Hey Axel..." I said uncertainly, shuffling my feet around. This was really embarrassing. I'd have to hang around him twice a day for the entire year! Pardon me, semester, but still! Even for homeroom this was bad. How was I supposed to concentrate on anything when he was right there, flashing his insanely beautiful body, and reminding me of how freakin' amazing he is at giving blowjobs?
"It's uhh, Mr. Piersce, in here," he said, biting his lip and looking at the floor. "You didn't say you were a student..."
"You didn't say you were a teacher," I pointed out, setting my stuff on a random desk. Thank God I was the first person in the classroom, because if anyone heard about this, even my friends, I would be ruined, for life. It's taboo, not to mention illegal to bang your teacher! Fucking hell, he's my Sex Ed teacher too.
He leaned forwards, setting his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. "You are nineteen though, right?"
"Yeah, I am," I said honestly.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "This is hella awkward..." he mumbled.
"Tell me about it," I groaned, dropping my head on my own desk. What. A. Fail.
He cleared his throat, "I gotta get you signed in. What's your last name again?"
"Strife," I deadpanned. I should so be doing the walk of shame right now. I can't even believe I'd allowed anyone, anyone, regardless of how sexy they were, get into my pants without at least knowing my last name. Come to think of it, I didn't even know his until about thirty seconds ago. Man, I really fucked myself over didn't I?
Before any more awkward conversation could ensue, the classroom door opened and a few more students came piling in, Hayner included. After giving his own name to Axel, he sat down in the desk next to me.
"Hey," he said, yawning, "You don't seem nearly as uppity as you did when you got it. What's eating ya? A freshy step on your toes or something?" I noticed Axel looking at me warily out of the corner of my eye, begging not to say anything. Don't worry, dumbass, I'm not that stupid. There was no way Hayner could ever know about this. Not until after graduation, at least.
"Nah," I said lightly, "Just that this isn't really much different than junior year. I don't know why I was expecting anything different, 'cause nothing really changes ever."
"Cheer up, it's only the first day," said Hayner, pounding him on the back, "And anyways, it's not all the same. We got a new teach, didn't we?" Seriously man? You can't bring something else up for like, five minutes?
I chose only to respond with a noncommittal jerk of the head. Axel-sorry- Mr. Piersce, looked away from me and back at the computer screen, where he was still signing kids in. As I watched his spindly fingers ghost over the keyboard, I couldn't help but remember how they felt on me. Boy, did he know how to touch. He was the only person I ever did stuff with that could make me scream (not that the list of people was very long, but you know), and I screamed loud. Shit, if this is gonna be an ongoing thought process, I am in for a rough, rough year.
A/N soooooo tell me what you think so far, please! :3