Mr. Kirkland relaxed when his students filed out at such a quick pace, it was an emotionally touch class he had to admit, for all of them. He straightened out his desk so he could enjoy his lunch there. turned his back to the door to clean off the dry erase board to prepare for the class after lunch. He just wanted to go to the teacher's lounge to make a nice cup of tea to go with his lunch and relax.
Click~
paused at the noise, knowing it was the sound of the door locking. He turned around and went a bit pale, the last student left in the classroom and the one that was the most trouble for him.
"Mr. Jones, what are you doing? Why did you lock that?" He frowned, putting the eraser down on the sill, back to the younger American again to hide his sigh. This student, always going out of his way to get them alone, saying such inappropriate things. The Brit had to will himself not to blush, it was so indecent for a student have a crush on him.
"I think you know full well why I did, Arthur." The cocky teen grinned brighter than the sun.
"That is most inappropriate, its to you. I am your teacher." The Englishmen tried to keep his voice even and not let those bright blue eyes get to him, but he eventually looked away.
"Arthur is so much better though~" Alfred moved closer towards his teachers desk, a predator look upon his face.
Arthur felt like a mouse corned by a cat and couldn't think of way out of this trap. "N-Now listen here, that is hardly the point. I am your t-teacher and you will respect that." Even with the desk between them Arthur felt the need to back up into the dry erase board, their eyes locked.
Alfred reached the desk, hands on the top to lean forward, the blue of his eyes swirling with things Arthur knew should never been in a teenagers eyes. His soft pink lips pulled back into a smirk, Alfred look far more mature than he should and the looks constantly thrown the Brit's way were just to much for the man to handle. Arthur was to focused on the teen's face to notice that the boy's hand found its way to his personal note book.
"I wonder what you wrote today, you're secret must be something big~" Alfred teased, taking the book before Arthur could spring forward to it, using the desk between them as his advantage this time. The teen backed up a few paces out of arms length.
"Give that back! That is my private journal!" Arthur snapped, hopelessly reaching for it.
"I know it had to be something about me, I was watching you." Arthur blushed lightly, his face becoming a nice rosy pink. "You were blushing just like that and looking over at me when you thought I wasn't looking." Arthur sputtered and scrambled to get around the desk to pursue him.
Alfred moved back accordingly, flipping through the pages to find what he was looking for while keeping his distance. When he reached the back of the class he stopped, Arthur grabbed for the book but fell short. Alfred's smirk stayed fix with his feet planted firmly where they were, holding the book up and behind him, daring him to come closer.
Arthur was no fool, he knew very well that the teen wanted him to press up against him to grab at the book, which would still be difficult, the teen being embarrassingly taller than him. He kept a few feet of distance and reached the best he could, which was a poor display.
"Give that back this instant!" He snapped, trying to establish some authority in this situation. "Or I will have to give you a detention for being defiant."
The smirk on the teens face only got more playful and more...oh Arthur didn't even want to find the adjective for it. "Oh~? I have been a very bad boy, teacher, are you going to punish me~?" He teased.
Arthur was completely thrown off and sputtered utter nonsense, blushing and backing away from him. Such a crass innuendo! He was a student! How could Alfred be so causal saying those sort of things to his teacher, does he have no boundaries!?
While Arthur was distracted by feeling completely embarrassed and uncomfortable, Alfred took the opportunity to glance over the passage his teacher wrote about his dark secrets. Arthur flailed and went for the book again but time Alfred held out an arm to hold back the Brit, easily keeping him at bay as he sped read the scandalous words.
"Stop that! Stop it right now! T-That's private! You listen to me you git!" He near whined, hating that this child was overpowering him so easily, he couldn't get an inch closer and he was holding the book away to far for him to reach. But Arthur couldn't let him read the end! It would ruin everything!
Alfred wasn't surprised much by the long beginning, it was all about how the teen had been showing his affection and coming onto him almost everyday, he was well aware of all that. He frowned wondering where the secret was, it couldn't just be that Alfred liked him, that would be disappointing. But he was soon rewarded with new information closer to the end.
'After all this time and all this attention, as horrible and immoral I know it to be, its getting so much harder not to be flattered by his advances. There are moments, though mostly rare, when he doesn't try to 'hit on' me, when I actually have to help him with something he doesn't understand, which I still question. He is very bright and grasps the subject just fine, he just doesn't show it through the way he behaves and he of course wants to get closer to me.
In those moments, when we are all alone, he can be so sweet and kind. A side I much prefer to his come on's and shameless flirting. All the different things I learn about him makes it all the harder to fight myself with how...how I feel. I could never allow myself to give in to that, no matter how much I enjoy being around him or actual ponder how it would be to not deny him...
I do feel attracted to him and as nice as it is to get that out of my head, I can never do anything about it. A student teacher relationship is out of the question, it would ruin both our lives if anyone were to discover us. His especially, I could always find other work somehow, but it would haunt him through collage or make it impossible to get in to one. I could never risk his future like that. I care about him far to much.'
Alfred loosened his blockage, his face softening as the words sunk in from his brain to his heart. Arthur noted the change and grabbed the book away, concerned at the expression on the young teens face. A weight pulled at the bottom of the Englishman's stomach, it was all out in the open now, no turning back.
"A-Alfred?" The Brit swallowed nervously, unsure what the boy was thinking anymore, not that he ever did but it caused him plenty of worry.
The teen looked him in the eyes, trapping Arthur with his stare. Arthur found himself lost in the blue pools trapped behind simple glasses, he had never been on the receiving end of such intense gaze. It held to many emotions to read, something years beyond the boy holding them, it made his stomach flutter and his heart pound. Arthur gasped when he felt himself bump into his desk, he didn't even notice the teen had started backing him up. He glanced back than to Alfred again, that predator look back on his face once more.
"A-Alfre-"
"I knew it, you do like me! All those rejections, denying things, telling me to stop, it was all a lie." Arthur couldn't tell if he was relieved or angry, it sounded like both at once mixing together. "You've liked me back for so long and we could have been to-"
"No we couldn't...can't be, anything. Nothing has changed." He insisted, even though he knew it wasn't true. "I am your teacher, you are my student and that is all to it. You need to stop this...this childish infatuation." He averted his eyes, unable to look at the expression the teen might wear on his face.
"Its not childish, I'm not that much younger than you are. I'm almost 18, an adult and you can't say nothing's changed. You like me." Alfred stated, smirking ever so proudly as the English teacher's eyes were back on him. He planted his hands on the desk behind the man in front of him on either side, leaning in closer watching the green irises widening.
Alfred was only mere centimeters away and the only thing Arthur could do was panic, with a desk blocking his last escape. He went back as far as he could manage but it caused to actually sit on the desk and scoot back on it. With Alfred pushing up against him and Arthur's feet dangling off the ground he couldn't do anything to flee. Arthur's chest constricted and his breath caught in his throat, Alfred was right, he was no child. The look in his eyes held so much more than any child could possibly know, he's never been looked at in that way.
There was such a sensually love and intense emotions he couldn't even name. One other thing in that look, it sent shivers down the Brit's spine and, shamefully, made him wish neither of them were wearing any damn clothes. The young American leaned in, his eyes slowly closing and Arthur knew exactly what was going to happen and he couldn't stop it. His stomach twisted and he gave in, shutting his eyes and meeting the boy half way.
Both of them were equally surprised by the action and how soft, warm and completely blissful it felt when they connected. Giving into an indulgence never felt so wonderful, while the teen was nervous about what he started, Arthur was bolder than expected. He slid his hand up Alfred's arm that was still beside him, resting when it got to the boy's neck, playing with the hair at his neck. The simple gesture eased the teen, their caressing kisses soft and so innocent but Alfred wanted more so Arthur couldn't take this back.
Alfred erased the space between them, his hands moving to the older man's waist. The American didn't know whether it was better or not good enough that when he pulled him closer their lower bodies touched, but Alfred was mostly under the edge of the desk. He ignored that in favor of paying attention to the tugs to his hair, Arthur was much more demanding than he expected. It made him wish he was more experienced, not knowing what more to do.
As the more well traveled one, Arthur took more of the lead, spicing the kiss with bit of passion which Alfred took to like a kitten to milk. That small push was all the American needed, it sent him over the edge to know, to feel that Arthur wanted him just like Alfred wanted him.
Their hands were everywhere, all over each and in hair, their kiss no longer all that innocent, for a while they had fought for dominance, but Arthur gave it up to be ravished instead. The Brit near wrapped his legs around the teen's waist, forcing him close as they added tongues to their battle and both making their own sort of pleased noises. Arthur felt it was starting to get out of hand, he had no idea how much he was really holding back all these months, but his head was so fogging and it was getting hard to keep breathing through his nose.
Alfred lungs screamed for some freedom and he had to pull away, panting heavily, coating lightly in sweat and the scent of his teacher on his skin. They rested against each over, foreheads touching and matching soft smiles on their lips
"W-Wow...that...I mean seriously..." Alfred mumbled, out of his mind happy, that was even better than his daydreams and hopes. He licked his lips, savoring the unique taste of the Brit on his tongue.
"How articulately put, how are you getting such high marks in my class?" Arthur panted, the heat getting to much for him and having to lean back to get some cool air.
"Maybe the teacher is just sweet on me." Alfred grinned cheekily.
Arthur rolled his eyes, but smiled back at him. "You're plenty bright and get the grades you deserve."
Alfred flushed face darkened more and grin widened, about to lean in for another kiss, when he heard someone wiggling the door knob. "Uh-oh..."
Both of them panicked and Arthur pushed the teen away and hopped down from the desk. He instantly went to work to straightening out the American's clothes and hair, luckily the other picked up and did the same for Arthur. Alfred froze and made a small moan when the Brit's fingers brushed against the strange cowlick in the part in his hair.
Arthur paused his work, looking at him confused, leaning forward to inspect and question the matter when the person trying to get in managed to get the door open, the lock not very efficient.
"Ah...um..." The Spaniard stood their awkwardly, not sure what he walked in on but didn't want to be any trouble. "S-Sorry...I just left my paper..." He averted his eyes at once and went to his desk to look for what he had come for. "I didn't see anything!" He added quickly, searching the top and bottom of the desk.
"P-Paper?" Arthur sputtered, trying to regain his composure as a teacher, recalling the paper they had done today. "The one on your desk?"
Antonio perked up, looking hopefully at his teacher. "Si! I mean yes, that one. Did you keep it?"
"No, I did see it when you left but it was gone after everyone left, maybe someone picked it up..." trailed off, concerned about the fear growing in the Spanish teen's eyes. It was understandable, it was meant to be a personal note but it couldn't be helped.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Antonio panicked, running out the door only thinking the worse.
Alfred and Arthur shared a relieved sigh. Antonio popped back into the doorway. "AND I STILL DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!" And he was gone again.
"This is going to be very difficult to keep secret..." Arthur muttered under his breath.
Alfred's eyes lit up, grin just as bright hugging the Brit. "I'm so happy~"
"Git! This is serious!" The Brit snapped, trying to push him away, the door was wide open!
"But! It means you want to be with me! I'm so freaking happy!"
"Keep your voice down!"
"Sorry..." Alfred let him go, but he was still bouncing some on the balls of his feet.
With a slight sigh, Arthur smiled softly, finding his excitement incredible cute. "Its alright, we just need to be very discrete." He glanced over at the door, they weren't easily seen from their so he felt safe enough to lean over and kiss his cheek. He also laughed out loud at the dope love sick look that dawned upon the American's face.
"This is certainly going to be interesting."
