Since he hadn't seen Alfred after school on Monday, Ivan was eager to see him. They had spent all of the weekend together, sure, but he didn't like not being able to tutor him. Alfred was his special student (far more than that, too), he liked seeing him often outside of class. Most of the class period he either just listlessly stared at Alfred from behind his computer screen (pretending to do something important) or telling people to be quiet.
When the bell finally rang, Ivan sat up straight and waited for Alfred to approach, eager to spend time with him.
Alfred was swift to approach Ivan as well. He strode over to the man, all smiles, hoisting his bag along with him. "Heyyy, Ivan. How are you today?" The boy had a certain question in mind. He would wait to get formalities out of the way first though. "How was your weekend?" Alfred smirked slyly. He knew damn well how his weekend was.
Ivan snorted and rolled his eyes. Once the last student was out of his room and the door was closed, he gave Alfred's ass a nice pinch. "You know very well. Have a seat, we should get started. Pull out whatever homework you think is most important, I'll help you if you need help." As it was Alfred hardly needed help anymore, he was doing very well without it.
Alfred nodded but hesitated in performing the action. He smiled broadly at Ivan, deciding to start up a conversation instead, "So, I didn't know you used to go to this school! I saw your picture in the trophy display. You played hockey? You looked pretty fucking hot, let me tell ya."
"Ah...the trophies...?" It took a moment for that information to really sink in. "Oh, when I played hockey. I only played one year, it wasn't that important." It had been a good way to keep in shape. Then of course he had to start going to the gym instead. He hadn't been to a gym in a while, though. "But thank you for your sweet compliment."
"Well, it looked important enough. Y'all won the championship. You held the trophy in the photo. You looked really happy." Alfred got a devilish idea, a teasing one. "How's it feel to know I was born the year you graduated high school? I was an infant when you held that trophy."
Ivan froze up, staring at Alfred with wide eyes, as if all of the sudden realizing the age difference. As if now it finally had real impact. He didn't say anything, just sat there staring like a deer in headlights. There were a lot of scenarios running through his head, and none of them were very good.
Alfred swallowed nervously when Ivan began to stare at him strangely. He placed his hand on the man's shoulder, rubbing him in comfort. "But it's okay, old man. I like you regardless..." He licked his lips before leaning in for a quick kiss.
Ivan immediately yanked back. "You're...half my age." Exactly half his age. "I graduated high school when you were shitting yourself in diapers." Perhaps not the most eloquent way to put it, but it was true. "...I graduated college when you were barely potty trained." He was really freaking himself out now. "I started teaching my first class when you were in preschool."
Alfred pouted as he was rejected, puffing his cheeks at that last bit. "Hey hey hey, I never went to no preschool." He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. He hadn't been given that privilege. "Don't mistake me for an Alpha."
"Oh, ah..." Ivan had to rethink his words. "I apologize. I wasn't thinking." He was just used to everyone he had taught having gone to all the years of school before freshman year. "Well...it is still uncomfortable. You were a baby when I was a legal adult. You were twelve when I turned thirty."
"Yep. And now I'm a legal, consenting adult." Alfred slid into Ivans lap, wanting to be closer to him. He filtered his fingers through his mane as he spoke softly, "So don't worry, okay? We both want this. Let's...just not think of the weird things." He tried to kiss Ivan again.
Ivan was still a little freaked out, pulling away and looking in a different direction. "It's hard to not think about when that is all you have me thinking about!" Ivan covered his mouth and shyly pulled back. He wasn't exactly in the mood anymore. That could definitely be fixed, of course, but for right then he was just...unsettled.
Alfred sighed. He slid out of the man's lap, opting to sit beside him once more. "Well, fine. If you want to get hung up on stupid shit, then...then fine." The boy was notably upset by Ivan's rejection. He pulled out some books and slammed then on the table, ready to move along if they would.
"I-I'm sorry, that...those images really got to me. I apologize, Alfred, I know you are a consenting adult. I know you're old enough to make these decisions, I just..." Oh god, he was old. "...I'm old."
"You're not old, Ivan. When you turn 45, yeah, maybe. But 36 ain't old. It's just older than me." Alfred snorted. "I know kids with siblings your age. Hell, in twenty years our age difference won't even matter. The older you get, the less it matters." He smiled, trying one last time to peck Ivan on the lips. He swore to God, if Ivan dodged this one, he'd slap him.
Ivan didn't dodge the kiss, but he did have a small twitch at his eye. "Don't use the word 'ain't' without putting your prefix before it, Alfred. Bad grammar." He was an English teacher, he couldn't help it. He was foreign, yes, but he had studied a lot to get this job, to learn this language, and he wouldn't give it up because children were ignorant.
Alfred huffed and gave Ivan a look, "I know you're anal when it comes to grammar, but that's all you have to say?" After he'd tried to cheer him up too! At least Ivan kissed him back. There would have been hell to pay if he hadn't.
"That is all I had to say." Ivan flushed and looked away again. "These things matter, alright? I'll...I'll feel better about it when you're twenty, at least you're not a teenager then." He sounded so sure that they would last that long...
Alfred sighed. "It's...a little strange to me too. I get where you're coming from. But I like you. You're a great guy, you're kind, sexy, smart, understanding...I prefer focusing on the reasons I like you than on trivial things like physical age." He smirked, taking Ivan's hand into his own and giving it a squeeze, hoping that he was being reassuring.
"But I'm creepy." Ivan couldn't get over that. Well, he could, but he was choosing to get hung up on it. "Well... I'm just- gonna... I guess I should deal with it, I mean, you're a legal adult, I'm a legal adult, it's between two consenting adults, one Omega, on Alpha..." One amazing Omega and an Alpha.
"Don't let society dictate your thoughts on what's considered creepy. Yeah, there's a significant age difference, but like I said it won't even matter when we're older. We're both legal adults, and we're both consenting to this. It's okay." Alfred ruffled Ivan's hair like one would do to a child, giggling. "You're thinking too much."
"Yeah, I am... I'll stop that," Ivan teased as he pulled Alfred in to give him a proper kiss. "Ahh, wait, wait...I don't have any condoms with me," he murmured, flushing nervously as he admitted it. He would have brought a condom if he'd known Alfred wanted it right away.
Alfred smirked slyly, continuing to kiss the man despite that fact. Mumbling against Ivan's lips, the boy replied, "It's okay. I got my hands on birth control pills. We're good for the next month or so." As long as he remembered to take them everyday, of course. He deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against the other's lips lightly.
"Ah...and you've been taking them every day?" Ivan pulled back just long enough to say it before kissing Alfred and rubbing at his sides comfortably. "Come here. Ahh...if it's safe, I...I want to go bareback." So long as Alfred was okay with it, he was going to ride him free-range.
"I would have stopped you when you said you had no condoms if I cared." Alfred murmured, gripping the back of Ivan's head and fisting his hair as he yanked the man into a passionate, rough kiss. He purred and entangled the other hand in the front of Ivan's shirt, moaning happily.
Ivan shakily reached around and shoved as many items off his desk as he could. Picking Alfred up, he set him down on the desk and began kissing down his neck, popping open the buttons of his shirt. "Open up for me, I want in," he whispered feverishly, sucking at Alfred's throat.
Alfred spread his legs without a second thought, bringing their lower regions together nicely. He flung his head back and groaned when Ivan's cool lips graced his flushed neck. His grip in the Russian's shoulders tightened as Alfred pulled the man in, desperate for his touch. "Ngh, I want you in..."
Ivan spread Alfred's shirt open and then yanked his pants open, hand sliding under his underwear. "Oh, I'll be in..." He growled and gripped Alfred's shaft tightly, giving a pleasant squeeze before he went on with his ministrations. "Dammit, Alfred... You're getting me so worked up, how am I supposed to function around you?"
Alfred cried out when his member was gripped teasingly, shooting Ivan a playful glare. He reached down and squeezed Ivan's ass, urging their groins closer together, grinding up against him. "Maybe you're not. Maybe your primary focus should be fucking me." Alfred grinned, suckling at Ivan's ear and neck.
Alfred was hardly doing anything and he was getting Ivan going. "Quiet down," Ivan murmured as he kissed over Alfred's collar bone and slowly sunk down. "I'm going to give you a treat," he whispered huskily as he yanked Alfred's pants down. He wanted Alfred to know what it felt like to have a blowjob. He could tell that it would be a first for him, and he wanted to give it.
Alfred's eyes followed Ivan hungrily as he sunk down his body. "A treat? What do you mean?" He had an idea of what the Russian meant, and if it was correct then the boy was surely excited. It was much more common for an Omega to give an Alpha a blowjob, not the other way around. It wasn't unusual for Alphas to perform oral, but it was certainly rarer. Alfred bit his lip and curled his fingers in anticipation, spreading his legs a little wider.
"I think you know what I mean," the Russian purred as he spread Alfred's legs and pressed his face between Alfred's legs, nuzzling against his thigh and chuckling. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?" Ivan had a feeling that Alfred hadn't. Perhaps give them, but definitely not received. "Because if you haven't I'm going to give you a pleasant surprise. I'm actually very good at oral." He liked to please.
Alfred dug his fingers into the wooden desk, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavily, deeply aroused by Ivan's proximity to his cock. He could feel the man's breath on his thigh, so close to the part of him he wanted it to be. Alfred laughed breathlessly and nervously, shaking his head, "No...I've never been given anything like that before. Um...but I'd like to experience it."
"Oh, I can definitely help with that..." Ivan grasped Alfred's shaft and flicked his tongue out to lap at the tip. "It's not that bad, you know... I do enjoy pleasing my lovers. I can see why Omegas enjoy this all the time." He certainly enjoyed it. but it was more of the enjoyment of pleasing his lover than actually giving the blowjob itself.
Alfred's breath hitched once his felt Ivan's warm tongue just barely glide over the head of his cock, the pleasant feeling lingering. It made the boy want to weave his fingers within Ivan's hair and pull him in tight, though he refrained from doing so. Instead, he whimpered and whined Ivan's name, biting his lip in order to keep from being too loud. His eyes remained fixated on Ivan, his attention trained on that lovely tongue of his.
Ivan slowly worked his way down Alfred's shaft, sliding the flat of his tongue up Alfred's dorsal vein and then kissing the tip. "You look rather cute like that," he snickered as he nuzzled his cherub cheek against Alfred's shaft. He licked up him again, purring suggestively, "You want more?"
Alfred nodded his head fervently, stuttering out a timid "yes" as he kept his focus on Ivan. The attention to his cock felt amazing; the sensation was nearly unbearable. Moaning softly, the boy began to pet the Russian's hair back, finding him irresistible to touch. "T-take more in, please? Your teasing is torture." God, he was so aroused; his cock stood at attention.
When Alfred requested, Ivan was more than eager to please. He enveloped the head in his mouth and slowly started to sink down, swallowing more and more of Alfred as he went. It wasn't bad, actually. He'd known that before, but for him it usually depended on his sexual partner. A lot depended on their size or their taste.
The boy began to heave and pant in arousal, his eyes shutting tight at such an overwhelming sensation. His lower regions felt incredibly warm, pleasure encasing them. His cheeks were flushed and he mewled, whimpering from the intensity of it. Alfred stroked Ivan's hair repeatedly, massaging his scalp as he sucked him. The man's mouth was just so warm and welcoming, he enjoyed it immensely.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ivan teased as he kissed over Alfred's shaft and stroked with the tip of his finger, giving Alfred bedroom eyes. He dove back down on Alfred's shaft, swallowing him to the root and giving a sweet suck. He gripped Alfred's thighs and kept them spread, humming around the sensitive flesh in his mouth.
"Mmph, I-Ivan, it feels so...different. But good! So good, oh god, I can hardly stand it!" Alfred managed to moan out, massaging Ivan's scalp desperately. He began to roll his hips softly into Ivan's awaiting cavern, unable to suppress his urges anymore.
"I know you can't," Ivan teased as he pulled off to take a gulp of air. He had newfound respect for Alfred, who could take so much of him and still stay down despite the need for breath. He sunk back down immediately, tongue rubbing the underside of Alfred's shaft as he bobbed his head. He wondered if Alfred could stand two orgasms in a row.
With a strangled, needy cry, Alfred eventually came in Ivan's mouth without warning. He was a teenage boy, his stamina wasn't what he thought it to be. He smiled sheepishly and gulped, "Heh, sorry. I thought I could stave it off a little better."
Ivan pulled off and licked his lips seductively. He stood up and kissed Alfred, swapping saliva with him, and the little 'present' that he had been given too. He pulled Alfred's leg over his hip, grinding against him eagerly and even yanking his zipper open while he did it. His zipper came down so hard it broke off.
Alfred moaned, grinding back against the man vigorously. He wrapped his legs around Ivan's waist, their tongues mingling as he deepened the kiss. Grabbing a hold of the man's tie, the blond began to tug it loose as he slid his hand under the Russian's shirt. He felt around his smooth, broad chest, teasing the nipple a little.
The Russian grunted as he felt that, making no moves to stop Alfred. He pushed his pants down and stroked himself idly, licking his lips as he looked down at Alfred, smirking. "You're tempting, you know that?" And he had given in to temptation. Alfred was ridiculously sexy, laid out on his desk like that. He kissed his cheek and ground harder against him.
"Oh, I think I'm more than tempting." Alfred smirked back, reaching his hands out to grasp the man's shirt and pull him into a greedy kiss, bringing their bodies closer together. "Now come on. Stop touching your dick and fuck me with it." He moaned at the hot friction between their two bodies, the feeling just simply erotic.
"Why wouldn't I touch myself to you?" Ivan teased as he gave his cock another full stroke before he pulled Alfred legs up a little closer, so his ass was hanging off the edge of the desk. He teasingly rubbed against Alfred's cleft, not daring to enter quite yet. He wanted Alfred wet and horny for him; begging.
"Why would you need to touch yourself when you have my needy ass to pound into the desk?" Alfred retorted, grinning as he spread his legs wider. He let out a gasp and a moan when he felt the head of Ivan's cock rub against his crack, gyrating his hips downward to meet the grinding. He whined when the man refused to impale him despite his efforts, his body writhing and aching with lust.
"Having a mate doesn't keep me from masturbating," Ivan teased, pushing the head of his shaft into Alfred's fluttering hole. He laughed as Alfred swallowed him up, grinning wide. "You know, I'd love to see you masturbate some time." If Alfred thought having a mate meant he didn't have to, or couldn't, masturbate anymore then that was just silly.
"I wasn't saying you shouldn't masturbate, just that you don't have to when we're obviously in the middle of fucking." Alfred snorted, kissing him deeply on the lips. Their kiss stifled his slightly pained groan as Ivan just barely entered his ass. The experience wasn't very painful anymore, but Ivan was huge. His cock spread his hole wide. There was still a little discomfort in their inital stages of sex. Alfred rolled his hips down, colliding his skin with Ivan's, waiting for the man to fully sheath himself within the boy's ass.
Ivan did just that, letting Alfred swallow him to the hilt. "I don't know, if I could be watching you touching yourself right before I'd fuck you I would lose track of what I was supposed to be doing." Then again, Alfred was rather...enticing. He could easily pull Ivan into a trance, the way he did the things he did. He pulled Alfred's ass closer to his lap, growling as his heat enveloped him further.
"And I would get irritated with you because you were supposed to be fucking me." Alfred teased, gasping and groaning as Ivan pressed deeper within him. He gripped at the wooden desk, providing leverage as the man fucked him nicely. It felt amazing, the cock in his ass pressing up against his inner walls, their heat shared between them intimately. Alfred began to place soft, welcoming kisses all over Ivan's face, enjoying the interaction.
Ivan pushed Alfred down, interrupting his soft kisses and keeping his hands on his chest for leverage. He thumbed Alfred's nipples as he started to pump in and out of him, smirking down at the Omega. "You're dripping," he commented, feeling Alfred's natural lubricant sliding over his shaft. "Enjoying yourself?"
Alfred squirmed as his sensitive nipples were tormented and brushed, moaning softly in response. His body was overrun with pleasurable sensations, the feeling of Ivan's cock moving within him being by far the greatest. He cried out and attempted to reciprocate the actions, rocking his hips downward. Through a muffled voice, he grunted, "Y-yes. I always...ngh...enjoy myself w-with you..."
Honestly watching Alfred's motions, his noises, looking at him as he took a cock, all of that was probably better than sex. He wouldn't stop fucking Alfred, of course, but he couldn't help but just stare at him as he writhed beneath him. He tugged on Alfred's nipples and ground deeper inside of him, teasingly. "I know you do. We're meant for one another."
Alfred whimpered, his back arching from the stimulation in his ass. He rocked and rolled his hips down upon Ivan's crotch, taking the man in to the hilt. When those romantic words spilled from the Russian's mouth, Alfred couldn't help but shoot up and capture the man's lips in a fiesty, passionate kiss. The tingly sensation lingered on his lips.
Ivan grunted in surprise, gasping as Alfred kissed him. He gladly kissed back, clutching Alfred's perfect body close. Their chests rubbed together, thumbs still pressing over Alfred's nipples as their entire bodies were grinding together, friction fueling the sex even further. "Alfred..." he whispered sensually, pressing their foreheads together.
Alfred used his legs to pull the Russian in even further, and he wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders to press their chests firmly together. He sensually moved his body, rolling and wriggling it erotically. The feeling was just so intimate, so together, so close...it was absolutely lovely. Alfred didn't want that moment to end, it was so beautiful.
With their bodies moving together, Ivan pulled Alfred off the desk entirely, standing straight with Alfred wrapped around his body, sinking further down on his cock with gravity. He kissed Alfred, hard. It was difficult to stay standing like that, his legs going weak, but he stayed standing, wanting Alfred to stay so far down on his cock and so close in a way that only that position could truly accomplish.
Alfred yelped as he was suddenly lifted off the desk, securing his arms and legs around the man in order to keep from falling. Their forms were pressed up nice and tight, like the pieces of a puzzle. He knotted one hand into Ivan's silky hair, kissing him with all of the fervor in his body, devouring his mouth pleasantly. It felt so good and so right; Alfred ground his own weeping cock against the man's stomach, incredibly aroused by it all.
Ivan slammed Alfred down onto his desk once more, leaning over him and staring him in the eyes as he slid in and out of his body, growling predatorily. "I am taking you as my mate," he hissed, their lips barely brushing, "Whether you want it or not." Though of course they had been together before this it took a while to truly become someone's 'mate'. And his words made him seem like a predator or he was disregarding consent, but he knew Alfred wanted it too- he could see it and feel it in his body.
"Oh god, yes! Yes!" Alfred cried out in response, hugging him tightly, constricting Ivan within his hold. "Yes! T-take me as your mate. I want you so much!" He buried his face in the man's neck, nuzzling him as he rutted down on the man's erection. Alfred could hear everything; the slapping of skin, the creaking of the desk, Ivan's heavy breathing. The moment was so real.
Ivan was the first to come, hearing Alfred's frenzied cries was what set him off. He roared with pleasure as he came, pumping Alfred full of his cum. He was shaking as he continued to push in and out, wanting Alfred to cum with him. He kept Alfred's legs squeezed tightly around his waist as he ground in deeper and hotter.
Alfred came shortly after, spurting his cum all over their midsections. He relaxed within Ivan's grip, staring up at the man lovingly. Pressing a kiss to the tip of Ivan's nose, the boy murmured softly, "That was amazing...Did you mean that?"
Ivan was panting as his cock swelled and expanded within Alfred's body. He gulped and rested his head on Alfred's shoulder. "Yes...yes, I meant it," he whispered, slowly realizing what he had said. And he did mean it. "I meant it, and I want it to be reality."
Alfred groaned softly as the man's cock enlargened, pushing at his anal walls nicely, making him feel filled. He weaved his hand into Ivan's hair once more, stroking it back nicely as he lied there beneath him. Alfred nodded against the Russian's skin, whispering, "I do too. I want it too."
"Then we will be mates." Ivan took Alfred's free hand and laced their fingers together comfortably. "Alfred..." He kissed him all over, cheeks, nose, forehead, finally lips. "Oh, Alfred...Alfred, I..." He didn't know if what he was feeling was love or just the compatibility of their biology, but hell, he was an adult and he couldn't even tell the difference at this point. he figured he felt a lot more than just 'liking' Alfred at this point.
Alfred laid his own kisses along Ivan's face, nuzzling and cuddling him softly. He brought their hands together, interlacing their fingers tightly. He smiled, laughing softly. "I know, babe. Shhh..." He hushed the older man with a kiss, a soft, tender kiss.
Ivan took a few deep breaths and shook his head, burying his face into the nape of Alfred's neck. "My dick is chafing." The most romantic of words.
Alfred snorted and chuckled, pulling back a little. "You can change our positions to better fit your comfort if you like." He purred and rubbed against the man, yearning for his touch.
Ivan grunted and picked Alfred up, slowly leaning back and sitting in his swivel chair. "That is better... Don't move. At all." His arms wrapped around Alfred's waist comfortably. "That was...amazing. Alfred, I'm..." Exhausted.
Alfred bounced a little just to defy the man, throwing Ivan a petulant smirk. However, he then rested against the other's body, trying not to move as he nodded pleasantly, running his fingers up and down Ivan's back. "It's always amazing. It'll always be amazing, I bet."
Ivan nodded and began to stroke Alfred's hair, then his cheek. "Of course it will be, you've got me as your Alpha." He was Alfred's Alpha, and Alfred was his Omega. He nuzzled against Alfred and sighed deeply. "If I can't drive home because I'm so tired you're screwed," he teased. He knew Alfred had practice, it was himself he was more worried about.
Alfred rolled his eyes and giggled, "I'm pretty sure you've already screwed me once today. Wouldn't want to get greedy." He smiled broadly, pressing their foreheads together. He enjoyed Ivan's presence. He enjoyed his kind warmth. He enjoyed being Ivan's Omega. And he enjoyed Ivan being his Alpha.
"Oooh, I will be as greedy as I want. I think you would love for me to get greedy," Ivan teased, hands groping at Alfred's backside. Honestly, he would love to throw Alfred down and fuck him all day. He sighed softly in relief as he found that his cock was slowly starting to soften and shrink. "Ahh...alright, that's much better."
Alfred removed Ivan's cock from inside him, but didn't move from his lap. He continued to rest his head against the man's chest, breathing softly as he cuddled the man. Sighing, he murmured, "I don't want to go to practice today. I want to just sit here and relax with you..."
"You should go to practice," Ivan murmured as he slowly pulled out of Alfred and helped him maneuver so he was a little more comfortable, draped longways across his lap. "I know that you want to be lazy, but you need to get ready for your game next week." He wondered if he could come. He liked basketball well enough.
"I don't want to be lazy." Alfred huffed, crossing his arms. "I just had sex and my ass aches. Besides I just rather stay here with you." He snuggled into Ivan's body, resting his eyes as he was held so preciously.
"That is sweet, but come on, you should head to practice. It is good for you!" He patted Alfred's thigh and gave him a slight push. "Unless you would just like me to drive you home now?" Well, missing one practice wouldn't be that bad, he supposed.
Alfred purred, "How about I skip practice and stick around with you for the remainder of the afternoon. Then you can take me home later." The boy smiled, entangling his fingers into Ivan's scarf kindly.
"I don't know, I should either take you home or take you to practice." Ivan didn't want to be cruel, but he wanted Alfred to either spend his time studying or excelling at his sport of choice. "Come on, child, pick one," he teased as he gave Alfred a pinch to the side.
"But I don't want toooo. I want to stay here with you!" Alfred whined, sounding rather childish. "Come on, why can't I stay here? Don't you want me?"
"We can't be together every second of the day." Ivan brushed back a lock of hair from Alfred's eyes. "Either go to practice or I'm taking you home. We can spend more time together this weekend, if you can get away."
"Or we can work on homework together? I mean that's all I'm gonna do when I get home. We might as well do it together, right?" Alfred asked, wanting to stick with Ivan for more time. Going home was the last thing he wanted to do right then.
Ivan couldn't help but smile to Alfred. He nodded and gave the sweet Omega a little push to get him off his lap so he could button up his pants. "...I broke my zipper," he muttered indignantly, pouting childishly. "See what you do to me?"
Alfred chuckled, pressing a kiss to Ivan's lips before sliding out of his lap. But not without giving Ivan's groin a playful squeeze. "Ah, sweetheart, I can't help that I'm so seductive and desirable."
The Russian grunted and pouted at Alfred. "I have a safety pin around here somewhere..." He went digging around in his drawers before pulling one out and pinning it over his zipper longways to keep him from spilling out of his pants. Not that he actually would, of course, but he couldn't go around without a zipper.
"My poor zipperless baby is forced to use a ghetto method to keep his junk in his trunks. Awh." Alfred teased the man, placing a kiss to his cheek as he pulled out some work. "So. I guess we should start, huh?"
"You did this to me, don't even pretend you didn't," Ivan huffed childishly as he pulled away from Alfred. "Go on, pull out your English homework. I want to see you properly understand it." Ivan shook his head and pulled his chair in, grunting at the safety pin that pressed uncomfortably against his crotch. "Dammit."
"I'm not the one who yanked their zipper down so hard that it broke off." Alfred stuck his tongue out at the man playfully, picking up his pencil as he turned his attention back to his work.
"You tempted me. Wanton mistress of the night," Ivan teased, giving Alfred a quick pinch before he awkwardly adjusted himself. He finally took a proper seat and cracked his knuckles. "While you're doing work I'm going to grade some things. Just ask if you need help. And no funny business."
"You should definitely give me some extra credit on that last reading quiz. I mean, just a suggestion." Alfred remarked, though in an obviously teasing manner. It wasn't to imply that he'd done poorly on the last quiz, he just enjoyed being playful with Ivan. His reactions were just fantastic.
"I'm not sure if you deserve it." Ivan looked over the top of his computer with suggestive eyes. "You might have to put in a little more effort than that, Alfred." Of course, he didn't mind giving out some...extra credit. ...No, no, he was not that kind of teacher. He was not trading sexual favours for grades- that was where he drew the line. "Do your work, Alfred. That's not how you'll boost your grade."
"Oh, come on, that's no fun! Please? For me? You can say it was for an out-of-class project." Alfred grinned deviously. He didn't particularly care for the extra credit, he just wanted to see if he could convince Ivan to give him some.
"No, and that is final. You may be very special to me Alfred, and we're very close... And...you're my mate. But you need to realize you're still my student and it is inappropriate for me to treat you any different than the other students. Disregarding the sex and the relationship and the...Mate thing." Ivan wanted to hold on to what he had left between a professional relationship. It wasn't much.
Alfred's expression quickly morphed into a pout and he began to sulk. Without saying a word, he turned back to his work, his being visibly unhappy at that.
Ivan noticed this, and sighed deeply as he reached over to rub Alfred's shoulder. "Alfred, it's against my ethical code as a teacher, I can't give you a head over the other students. If I gave you extra credit then I would have to give them all extra credit. I'm sorry if I upset you."
Alfred moved his shoulder from Ivan's grasp and continued to do his work in silence. He knew he was pushing the act, but he wanted Ivan to cave. He wanted the man to grant him extra credit just for him.
"Alfred, I can't pick favourites academically. It's uncouth and unprofessional." His relationship with Alfred wasn't exactly professional either, but he didn't much care to let that up. "Alfred, please... Don't act like this. Asking me to grant one student extra credit is nepotism at its worst."
Alfred ground his teeth at that and turned to the man, glaring at him. "But I'm not just your student, am I? Why can't you just let this up for me?" Really pushing it...though he was sort of getting caught up in what he was doing. Regardless of the act, he didn't like being referred to as just an ordinary student. He was Ivan's mate goddammit.
"Because I'm not going to play favourites, Alfred. I can't just do that with students. That is unfair, and highly out of place. You know you are my favourite. But I can't do it academically." Ivan's ethics got in the way.
"You know what, on second thought, I think I'm just going to go home." Alfred gathered his belongings and shoved them into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He made his way to the door, showing that he wasn't fucking around.
"Alfred- Alfred, stop, you're asking me something that I can't possibly do, ethically..." Ivan jumped to his feet and grabbed Alfred by the arm. "Please... Just try and understand that I can't do that, Alfred. You're my mate now, that is not a debate, it is the fact you are asking me to give you a lead over the other students."
"Yeah, well, why shouldn't I have a lead over them? They don't stay after every single day with you. They don't fuck you." Alfred replied, knowing that he was being pretty irrational at this point. He no longer cared.
Ivan had to take a deep breath and rub at his temple. "Alfred, I know you do... But that is unfair to them. I know that you've had very unfair things happen to you as well but we can't just push those on to others. You should be trying to be better than them. Would you want me to give extra credit to only one other student and no one else?"
"If they deserved it? Yes." Alfred replied without a hint of hesitation. He crossed his arms.
"How would you calculate who deserved it?" Ivan took Alfred's hands and tried to calm him down. "Who you think is deserving might not be who I, or others think is deserving. Just calm down and try to see it from my point of view. All my students are supposed to be equal."
Alfred ripped his hands out from Ivan's at that last statement. "Well if we're all supposed to be equal, then I guess I'll stop staying after and fucking you then. Then everything will be absolutely even!" He spat, turning back towards the door once more.
"Alfred, you're being ridiculous!" Ivan called after his mate, grabbing at the back of Alfred's coat. "Alfred, don't you dare leave. I am not going to let you leave angry!" He didn't want to just...leave it like it was. Alfred wasn't going to leave his room angry, he was going to make sure of that.
"Good luck with that. There's one way to do it, but you've shown obvious distaste towards that option." Alfred didn't even understand why he was so upset over it. It was less over the prospect of extra credit and more due to the fact that Ivan refused to give it to him.
"Alfred, please hush... You're overreacting." Ivan cupped Alfred's face and hushed him. "Please, please... Just calm down, I'm begging you. Think about it. Giving one student an unfair advantage is just... I can't do that." He couldn't just hand over a better grade because he thought they deserved it more. "That is favouritism. And you know I like you more than the others, but... I'm not going to give you a better grade for it."
"Yeah, it is favoritism. And I'm your favorite. I'm not seeing the problem here. It's just a fucking grade." Alfred replied. He wasn't happy about this, and he wasn't going to be happy with this no matter how many times Ivan told him it was unfair. "I've worked harder than they ever will on this material; I think I deserve it."
"Alfred, you probably have the highest grade in this class." Ivan was getting tired of Alfred's bullshit and his discontent was rather...unfounded. At least, Ivan thought so. "Come on, Alfred, I am getting tired of this. You have a very high grade, you don't need any extra credit. Why does it matter this much? You know I like you more than the others, you know that you're better than them. Why do you need me to do this for you?"
"Because you're supposed to do it for me, dammit! That's all I wanted! For you to be willing to give me fucking extra credit because I'm your favorite. I don't give a flying fuck about the points, you were just supposed to do it for my sake!" Alfred responded, leering at the man.
"Alfred..." Ivan could understand that Alfred wanted him to do this for him, that he wanted Ivan to hand over some sort of proof. But honestly Ivan was finding that a little too much to ask. "Alfred, you're overreacting to this. I'm not trying to make a point and keep these things from you, I just don't want to give you that much power." Alfred had a lot of power already, and if Ivan gave him extra credit just because he was him, then...well, then he could demand even more.
"Don't want to give me that much power? It's a couple of points!" Alfred grit his teeth, tears beginning to well in his eyes. "If you're not even willing to do something as simple as that for me, then...then..." Alfred didn't finish his sentence, instead just opting to turn around, facing away from the man. His eyes began to overflow as he sobbed quietly, his body trembling just a bit.
"No, no, Alfred, I... That's not the kind of power I meant. If I give you this then I know that I'm just going to give in and give you more later, a lot more than just a couple points. I can't just give in like this. Please stop crying." Ivan couldn't stand to see Alfred cry. He yanked him into his arms and hushed him, stroking his hair. "Please, stop crying..." This had escalated rather quickly.
"Give me more like what? You haven't given me anything at all! Why can't you give me something?" Alfred hardly knew what he was talking about anymore. He just sobbed and cried and heaved within Ivan's arms, not heeding to his pleas. He was too devastated to care at the moment. And he honestly didn't know why he was so irrationally upset.
"Shhh, shhh..." Oh god, Ivan didn't even know what to say anymore. he stroked his hair and hushed him. He picked Alfred up bridal style and went to sit down, pulling Alfred into his lap and peppering kisses over his wet cheeks. "Shh, shhh... Come on, don't be like this, calm down. Calm down, we can work this out."
"No, we can't. We can't because you'll never give me anything no matter what I say or do." Alfred whined, sniffling as he tugged himself away from the man. He remained in Ivan's lap, but he didn't want to be close. Not right now.
"Alfred... Alfred, I'm serious, we need to talk about this. I'm not letting you leave until we've had a long discussion about this. I'm not giving you extra credit just for being who you are in relation to me. I have a very good reason. I'm not going to just...exert favouritism just because you're you, and who you are to me."
"So you're willing to fuck me when you're supposed to be teaching me, but you think it's 'unprofessional' to give me extra credit for being your favorite." Alfred glared at the man, giving him a disgusted look. He continued to sniffle and heave, tears still caking his cheeks. "How do I know you even like me? For all I know, you just want to fuck me. That seems to be all you're willing to do for me." It was a low blow, but Alfred was too upset to really pay attention to what came out of his mouth for the moment.
Ivan flushed with anger and grabbed Alfred tight by his wrists. "Why would I ask you to be my mate if I just wanted to fuck you?" Being a mate meant a lot more than just sex, and Ivan was offended by the notion that Alfred could even say such a thing. How dare he? He was not going to stand for this. "I demand an apology."
Alfred hissed at the pressure on his wrists and he cried harder, trying to yank his hands away from Ivan. "Ow, god, that hurts! Let me go! I'm sorry, okay? Let go!"
Ivan released Alfred immediately and took a shaky breath. "Why would you say something like that?" Honestly Alfred's words had stung a lot more than he was showing. He was hurting from that blow. Did Alfred really believe he only wanted him for the sex. "Did...did you mean it?"
Alfred was silent for a moment, his hitching breath the only noise that came from him. He shook his head. "N-no. Not really. It's just...god, Ivan. No matter how I respond, you refuse to give me a couple of measly points. How can I trust you to give me anything when you won't do something as simple as that for me? For me." He'd settled down considerably, but he'd been deflated.
"What are the points worth if they're nothing but a few measly points?" Ivan demanded, his anger flaring up again. "You couldn't have just let this pass? I am disappointed... I thought that you could respect the boundaries I make. I'm..." He wasn't sure what to think. He didn't like this.
Alfred didn't like the anger in Ivan's tone. And he especially didn't like the disappointment...it was more hurtful than anything. He stood from Ivan's lap, tears still welling up in his eyes, and grabbed his bag once more.
Ivan didn't even try to stop him this time. He waved Alfred off and shook his head. If Alfred wanted to stomp away angrily he would let him. He couldn't believe he thought Alfred was actually mature enough to handle this- he never thought that he would have actually wanted him as a mate... Why did he do this to himself?
That shake of the head and wave of the hand just made everything worse. Did Ivan hate him now? Were they even mates anymore? Were they anything? The thoughts just caused Alfred to bawl, crying hard as he gathered his things and swiftly made his leave, slamming the door behind him as he exited. Ivan was so disappointed in him that he was willing to just respond with such nonchalance; Alfred couldn't take that.
When Alfred called for him, Matthew borrowed the car, saying he was going to pick Alfred up. He came around in their pop's car and unlocked the door, waiting for Alfred to get in. When he did, he noticed how red his eyes were and how puffy his cheeks had become. "Something is wrong." He already knew.
"Y-yeah." That's all Alfred said as he slid into the car, throwing his bag into the backseat and buckling his seat belt. He looked at Mattie, waiting for him to drive.
"Do you wanna talk about it now or when we get home?" Matthew just stepped on the gas and tried to get them home quickly. He was speedy about it, and safe, of course. He could tell his brother was facing something of a crisis, just by the crack and stammer in his voice.
Alfred bit his lip and averted his eyes, hesitating a moment. Did he want to share this information with Mattie? He typically told him everything, but...was it safe to tell him about Ivan? He did want to talk about it. It was absolutely awful keeping it all in for himself. He'd just...Mattie couldn't know about Ivan. He'd freak if he knew, and Alfred couldn't ask him to hold onto that secret. He'd just have to be discrete with his words. "Well...I...I found a mate, Mattie. Someone I really like asked me if I would like to be his mate, and I said yes."
Matthew's eyes widened a bit as he took his eyes off the road briefly, grip tightening around the wheel before his head snapped back to attention. "Then...isn't that a good thing?" That was a huge decision to be making when one was young. Of course, it wasn't unusual to declare someone your mate if you were older than the age of twenty, but Alfred finding one in school at 18?
"It was a good thing. Until we had an argument today. Now I don't even know if we're anything anymore." Alfred whimpered, curling up on his seat. "It was over something really stupid. A-and he told me he was disappointed in me for making such a big deal over something little and all of this shit and I really fucked up." He cried, wiping his eyes in attempt to stop the waterworks.
"Oh..." Matthew cleared his throat awkwardly as they pulled up in the driveway. "Well... I mean, if he asked you to be his mate, then...then just one fight wouldn't want him to just drop you, right?" Making that sort of commitment this young was a big deal, in its own respect. "I think it'll be fine, you both just need time to cool off." Matthew was curious as to who it was now...
Alfred shrugged, his face still distorted in remorse and sadness. "Maybe. I don't know." That shake of the head and wave of the hand stuck in Alfred's mind. Ivan had just given up on him. It wasn't a comforting thought. Clearing his throat and trying to compose himself, Alfred became very serious, "You can't tell dad and pop about this. Me finding a mate, the argument, anything. Promise me you won't,"
Matthew bit his bottom lip before nodding and crossing his heart. "I promise. Come on, let's go up to my bedroom, okay?" They got out of the car and snuck into the house. They closed the door quietly and Matthew tugged Alfred up the stairs. He didn't want to alert their pop to their presence quite yet. They needed to talk a little more.
Alfred followed his brother closely and quietly, not making a sound as they snuck up the stairs and into Mattie's room. The boy shut the door softly but quickly, plopping onto his brother's bed shortly afterward. He curled up on the mattress and waited for his brother to join him.
Matthew did join him, sidling up beside his brother and started to run his fingers through his hair. "Do you wanna talk about it anymore?" he whispered as he curled up right by his side. He wanted to be there for his brother, so he didn't face these things alone. "You're really upset by this."
"There's nothing more to talk about. I fucked up. I can just hope that he'll forgive me tomorrow..." Alfred mumbled, closing his eyes as Mattie's soft caresses soothed his emotions. He rested his forehead on the boy's shoulder.
"Hey, hey... It can't be all your fault? I mean...he got upset with you in the first place." Then again, they were teenagers (he assumed). It was easy to think that fights just happened easily and people got upset over the silliest little things.
"Well, yeah. It's not all my fault. But a large portion of it is." Alfred nodded, rolling onto his back. "I just...I really like him, Mattie. I don't want to lose him. I mean, I'm willing to be his mate; he's very special to me. You know? Have you ever had anyone that close before?" Alfred asked, curious.
"Uh...kinda." Matthew was sort of just playing the field, romantically. But he did have a certain someone he especially enjoyed. Not that he would openly admit it- he liked Omegas a lot, and he tried to make that obvious. But his personal interest was in a certain Beta who enjoyed smoking blunts just as much as him.
"Kinda?" Alfred's interest piqued, momentarily forgetting his own problems. "You kinda have someone special? And you never told me? I'm your twin, you're supposed to tell me these things." Alfred whined, shaking Mattie's shoulder a bit for emphasis. "Who is it? Can you tell me? I mean, I get it if you don't want to, but..."
"Well...I mean, me and him share a toke every now and then and...and we make out while we're high, but..." It wasn't serious or anything. "We just get high together and eat and make out, and he goes to my hockey games..." He was a very good friend. "I go to his basketball games too."
"Oh shit, Will? Is it Will?" Alfred asked incredulously, his interest fully engaged in Mattie's relationship now. "Wow, I didn't know you guys had a thing. He's a beta too, isn't he? You two fucked yet? Who tops?" His questions spewed out at a hundred miles and second.
"What? No, no, I mean..." Well, they'd done...things. "I mean, he gave me a high blowjob once, it was awful he slobbered all over my dick and... Well, I gave him a handjob a couple of times." Will was slowly working him up to give him a blowjob.. Of course, Will wasn't pressuring him, he wanted to. He was just...needing to be prepped a bit.
"Are you a virgin? Just...wow. I had no idea you two had anything. That's sweet." Alfred commented with a smile. "He's pretty good-looking. You picked a good one. I'm just a little surprised; I thought you were into Omegas."
"Well, I am... But then me and him kinda...had a thing when we were high, and it just... Well I do like him, and Betas are good too, I guess." Matthew was really nervous and shy all of the sudden, betraying just how he felt about the other Beta. "N-not that I want to go serious with him or anything, I need my space..."
Alfred snickered, rolling his eyes as he kissed Mattie's nose. "Whatever you say, bro. But don't be afraid to do what you feel's best. He's a good guy and you seem to like him. Don't let stupid shit get in the way of that if that's what you want." Alfred grinned, ruffling the other's hair.
Matthew huffed and stuck his tongue out at his brother. "Not gonna mate him or anything." Unlike Alfred, apparently. Not that he meant to be super catty about it or anything, he knew that Alfred was still a little sensitive about it most likely. "I mean... Well, I like him a lot, but...not ready for that sort thing yet."
"I understand. I don't even know if I'm ready. Yet here I am. I mean, I want to be mated with whom I mated with. I just don't know if it was the right choice to decide now. I agreed so quickly. And now we're in this mess." Alfred sighed, a little sullen but not outright devastated like earlier.
"Well...if you mated him that must mean you really want to stay with him, right? It's not that hard to patch up, text him!" Matthew wanted to make sure his brother and his new mate definitely patched up. He wanted to give them the boost that they really needed.
"I-I don't have his number." Alfred sighed, rolling over in the bed. "I'll just talk to him tomorrow. It should be okay." He gave a nod, then turned his head to Mattie and gave him a bashful smile. "Thanks for talking with me though. Really helped."
"You don't?" Matthew frowned and tilted his head and pouted. "That's...weird." Matthew thought that if Alfred was mated to someone he would have his phone number. "Well, alright. I'm glad that I could help you, okay? Give me updates, I want to know what happens."
Alfred smiled and nodded, beginning to stand up from the bed. "Alright. I'll make sure to let you know. I'm gonna go work on some homework now."
Matthew smiled to Alfred as he headed out, leaning back with a sigh. He just hoped that his brother's troubles would pass soon, he wanted to see him genuinely happy again. And he wanted to see him genuinely happy with his newfound mate.