Let Me Introduce Myself
When Arthur Kirkland first caught the eye of Alfred F. Jones it was the first day of lecture. The college student was instantly drawn to the bookish Brit sitting in the front row of the two-hundred seat auditorium. He opted to sit next to him and maybe chat him up a little bit for the hell of it. Unfortunately all the seats next to the shaggy blond were taken and instead Alfred took the seat behind hm. He was happy anyway; the back of his head was probably just as nice as the front.
As lecture began the class was introduced to Professor Bonnefoy. Alfred kind of liked his French accent, it made his presentation a little more interesting even though literature, especially super old literature, wasn't his thing. The professor called his teaching assistants to come up and introduce themselves. Lo and behold the blond haired cutie stood up to introduce himself along with a few others.
His bushy eyebrows suited his heart-shaped face, and his emerald shaded eyes stood out with the help of his green sweater vest and khakis. Alfred wouldn't be caught dead in a sweater vest, but he couldn't believe how well this guy could pull it off.
Now that Alfred really looked at him he definitely seemed more mature and the slightest bit older than your average college student. Not to say he was really old, but he had to be in his mid to late twenties. He could also tell in the self-assured way he introduced himself to two-hundred students, "Hello, My name is Arthur Kirkland, I attend grad school at the university and I'm studying British modern and pre-modern comparison literature."
British accent, huh? Damn that's hot.
"My class will be Mondays and Fridays."
Fridays? That's me! Alfred silently cheered, but he definitely couldn't hide the huge grin on his face.
After the lecture Alfred wanted to introduce himself but even as confident as he normally was he felt intimidated as his British TA casually spoke to his colleagues.
Ok I'm getting way ahead of myself. The guy obviously wouldn't want to get with an undergrad anyway and he might not even be gay! Alfred shook his head and walked outside to clear his head and get back to his apartment to finish unpacking his belongings for the rest of the year. He was currently a third year and completely over the whole college experimenting most guys wanted to do. He already knew he was gay and he was done with the flings. He wanted a relationship, but no one seemed to want it back.
That's not too much to ask for right?
Maybe only older guys get it…older British guys…
Alfred smiled to himself goofily as he walked through the university's halls and pictured what his new TA would be like.
I bet he's bossy...
He chuckled slightly, picturing the Brit getting all huffy and frustrated with the class and he couldn't help but find the idea of it cute.
I wouldn't mind a more mature guy putting me in my place.. in or out of bed…
He flushed at that and banished the thought, let's just hope I even survive reading all those books. Ugh…
A/N: I couldn't resist! I like the idea of making ficlets of this AU instead of a full blown story. And I hope people find this at least half as entertaining as I do XD Thank you to those who reviewed, faved, followed, and read!
PS: Do you like how non-descriptive I am about the university? I really don't want to give the place a name or location, just know its in somewheresville, USA
