Dude, That's My Teacher!

Chapter 4: Still Halloween

[FIRST OF ALL I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EVERY ONE OF YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! I love you all and the words from you guys is what makes me get up in the morning. I promise I will write more of this because yes, there's a plot.]

Spencer's trek home took longer than he'd have liked, but when he arrived at his small home he was more than thankful. Running into his room, he relieved his aching hard-on and waited there, fixing and touching up his makeup until nightfall. As much as he disliked the cruddy, half-assed Halloween School thing, he really wanted to take the chance to hang out with his friends.

He arrived back at the school as the moon drew high above him. There were several crowds of teens, but not as many as he'd expected. They were probably inside the building already. He passed by a group of teen girls with vivid hair colors- all dressed up in skimpy animal outfits. Dog, cat, and bunny were they only ones he could make out in the darkness and faint glow of their glowsticks and the moonlight.

He made his way inside, spotting Bay with a smallish group of girls. She was still dressed in that Japanese robot thing- Miku Hatsomething?- and was talking with a girl who had short, red-brown hair and pale blue eyes. They seemed to be pretty friendly to eachother. Among the two, he saw a girl with square rimmed glasses and short hair drawing something on a sketchpad and making smalltalk about something Spencer couldn't distinguish. He licked his lips in anticipation- he wanted to see if Billy had come back to screw around in the school.

As he walked towards the staircase near the main office, Spencer recalled that Billy said he wouldn't show up here. A sad look crossed the Wright boy's make-up-caked face and rushed up the stairs. On the way, he bumped into a lime-green haired girl. She appeared to be wearing some ghost-like makeup on her face and upper neck, clothed in a long-sleeved shirt of sorts. Pants with paintsplatters, too. "Sorry," Spencer uttered under his breath as he scaled the stairs again. It didn't take long for him to reach the upper floors, searching intently through the fat crowds of teenagers and 'spooky' teachers.

Spencer guessed that the teachers honestly believed they had put on a believable, horrifying facade. The teen shook his head, meeting up with Rajeev and Shanilla. The trio discussed movies Spencer was planning to record, Rajeev constantly cutting in to harp about Lolo's scrawny rear that's squeezed into an angel costume. The trio ended up going through horribly done 'scary' hallways filled with fake spiderwebs, severed limbs, and buckets of blood.

Rajeev chortled as Shanilla squealed when they were forced to dunk their hands into a bowl of 'eyeballs'. Spencer didn't even bat an eyelash. Eventually, Rajeev and Shanilla departed to make their candy rounds, leaving Spencer at the school. He didn't mind that much, hell-bent on getting a look at every little thing the school tried to make scary. Spencer padded up the concrete steps back into the school building, the scent of candy and teenagers thick in the air. Gross.

He sighed but continued onwards, being stopped every so often to talk with someone. When he stumbled into the large gym, he spotted Bay over by the punchbowl. Apparently she'd abandoned her turquoise wig sometime during the night and now ran one of her hands through her hair, taking a long swig of cherry red punch.

"Hey!" Spencer called, stepping near to her. He noticed that she'd put on makeup for the evening, going as far as putting on lipstick and eyeliner. The older teen looked over at him surprisedly, nearly choking on her drink. She coughed a few times, managing:

"Sp-Spencer!"

Spencer smirked at her, patting her back roughly. "What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." He watched her expression pale slightly, her emerald eyes staring deeply at him.

"Right.. Um.. Mr. Cobra was looking for you," she quickly took another sip of her punch, downing the rest of it and setting the cup on the table. Spencer tilted his head slightly, noticing that she had an uncomfortable demeanor.

"Hey.. What's wrong? Is everything ok?"

Bay nodded, then waved to him as a goodbye and quickly left the scene. Weird. Spencer Wright shook his head, idly scritching at the makeup on his right cheek.

Spencer's legs were beginning to feel like jelly as he plopped down outside of the school, grunting as he sat painfully hard on the concrete. That would bruise. Shit. A warm breeze blowed by, dampening the sweat Spencer felt all over his body. Goddamn that school was hot. The young teen stared up at the orange moon, like a pumpkin in a sea of obsidian.

"Hey," came a voice over his head. Spencer looked up so fast he felt his neck spring with pain, eyes locking on bright blue eyes. "Chill, bro, just me." Billy chuckled and sat down next to the student, watching him as Spencer sighed.

"Billy... You scared the hell out of me."

"Isn't Halloween supposed to scare the hell into you?"

A snort came from Spencer as he playfully punched his teacher in the arm, earning him a laugh. The teen admired the deep silkiness of Billy's voice. Billy's laughter died down and he relaxed next to his student, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. The two stayed silent for what felt like ages- comfortable in eachother's company. Spencer hadn't even realized that he'd come to lean slightly against Billy's shoulder, or that one of his hands was dangerously itching to hold Billy's hand.

When he gained his wits back, the teen squeaked and scooted away, face reddening in the low light. "S-sorry! I'm uh, I'm just really tired, sir."

"'S fine, dude. I don't care. You seem a bit chilly anyway," Billy slid closer, looping his arm round Spencer's scrawny shoulders. Spencer swallowed thickly, but made no moves to push him away. It felt warm and comfortable and strangely nostalgic as he leaned against Billy, the elder's fingers gently brushing against his spraypainted hair.

"Bro," Billy piped up suddenly, "did you spraypaint your do?" He snorted, fingers gliding through Spencer's auburn and black spraypainted strands. Spencer felt his face heat up immensely.

"It was the only way I could get the color in! Shut up!"

The teacher only laughed harder, his chuckling bubbling up into full blown laughter. He pulled away from Spencer to lay back on the ground and laugh more. Spencer sputtered and elbowed and kicked at Billy, feeling way too warm with his embarassment. "Stop laughing at me!" He said again, leaning over and grabbing Billy's hair.

"Y-you dyed your hair too!" He huffed, fingers threading through the silky azure locks. Billy's laughter froze instantly in his throat and he became silent, their gazes meeting. A long silence slid between them as Spencer subconsciously moved closer and closer, gaze flitting down to lock on his teacher's mouth.

Billy licked his lips slowly, eyes lided halfway- were his pupils that big before? Spencer didn't have much time to think as he closed his eyes and met those soft lips. He'd dreamt of kissing his teacher for ages now, and it only felt right to finally be able to do it. They were softer than he'd imagined- cool and gentle and chaste against his hot ones.

He pulled back a bit, but Billy's hand had somehow wound up in his hair and pulled him back down. Sloppily their lips met again, but the elder guided Spencer's unexperienced mouth against his. Billy's teeth nicked Spencer's lip and for a moment he tasted blood, but a smooth tongue lapped it up.

Spencer let out a breath, Billy taking the opportunity to fit their mouths together at a better angle and capture Spencer's tongue with his own. The teen moaned slightly against the kiss, feeling Billy's other hand press against his lower back. Finally they parted for air and Spencer stared lustfully into the older male's eyes, wondering if they were really glowing or if it was a trick of the lights.

Billy smiled at him, nuzzling their noses together and pulling away to stand up. He brushed dirt off of his pants and peered down at Spencer. "I'll see you on Monday, kiddo! Have a happy Halloween~"

And with that, Billy left Spencer by himself.

With a hard-on.

Fuckin' hell.