I am so stoked you guys are liking it so much! This chapter contains the very first one-on-one meeting between Alec and our sexy Mr. Bane, so I hope it screams sexual tension and teenage hormones. I'm glad that you guys are loving creepy/stalker Alec!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own TMI, I don't own the characters- the only thing I own is the plot.
Chapter Three.
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Friday came in the blink of an eye, and Alec decided it would be 'the day'.
The day that he would finally sum up the courage to knock on Mr. Bane's door and ask for help on his French homework. It was a silly way to snatch up some attention, Alec knew this, and he felt embarrassed for himself. As much as he was anticipating the moment he would step out of his English room and skip towards A block, he was equally dreading.
Schoolwork and house chores passed in a blur, and he seemed to fade in and out of reality until night came. When he laid in bed, under the covers and alone in the darkness, everything suddenly seemed so real. He was aware and ashamed of the fact that he was too scared to show himself to the world- that he was too afraid to confess to the people he loved that he was one of 'those' guys.
He had a gigantic crush on his French teacher to prove it.
Every day he passed A02, the room he wasn't afraid to pay his teacher some attention. And every time, he was reminded of the book that sat in the bottom of the trash can. His French dictionary. It had been difficult getting through the homework without it, but with help from a dodgy online translator, he had found the words that he had been unable to translate. He had torn the sheets from his book before heading to school Friday morning, just in case Mr. Bane would glance over his shoulder and notice (which would completely defeat the purpose of heading to see him during the lunch break).
Alec wouldn't mind though... if Mr. Bane wanted to get a little closer.
"Sir, could you please check my work?"
"Why, of course, Alec."
Then the fantasies would begin and Alec would flush, alone in his bed, before rolling over and desperately searching for another thought pattern.
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On Friday morning, Alec couldn't stop fidgeting in his seat. Mr. Bane was leaning back against his chair, his feet kicked up on top of his desk. His neck fell back in an arch, speaking to the ceiling with his eyes closed, the charming French words rolling off his tongue like soft butter.
Alec wanted to sigh, run across the classroom, and then jump into his teacher's lap and confess his undying love for the man. Then Mr. Bane would face him, and say something romantic like, "I always knew it was you, Alec," and then plant a kiss, right there in front of the whole class, on his mouth. His fashionable teacher jumped up from his chair, searching for the chalk that he had abandoned on the windowsill, and hurrying to write a few words on the blackboard. Alec sighed, copying the words like a robot.
He wished there was no such thing as fantasies. He wished, rather, that fantasies were reality. It would make things so much easier on his mind and on his body, as he wouldn't be up so late at night as he imagined the older man in the room with him, placing heated kisses down the side of his neck and gripping his hips like they were a lifeline. Alec sometimes moaned at the thought, but he knew the only way it would ever happen is if he somehow acquired a weapon, and then forced Mr. Bane into submission as he ravished his body.
And you really want to ravish his body, don't you Alec?
He couldn't agree more.
"And then, when you've done that- you can talk for a few minutes because there isn't much else to teach you. I'll be up the front for questions and whatnot," the teacher returned to his chair, assuming the position he had been in only moments ago. Alec could see that today he was wearing a purple lip gloss, and his eyelashes were much thicker than normal as they rested against his cheeks.
The boy supposed Mr. Bane had gone that extra effort in order to look 'good' today. Alec didn't mind. As long as Mr. Bane was in class, he was happy. If he showed up in tights and bunny slippers the teenager would still be content to see his face.
Ripping himself away from his thoughts, Alec looked up at the board.
Page 407. Copy definitions for 'de société' and 'histoire'
And then, much to his horror and disbelief, the teenager watched as his classmates pulled out their French dictionaries. His heart plummeted to his stomach, and it felt like it he had imploded. If there was ever a time when Alec's face was at it's absolute reddest, it was at that precise moment.
His face fell to the paper on his desk as he listened to the rest of the class turning pages and scribbling down the definitions required on page four hundred and seven. Mr. Bane, as calm and collected as ever, didn't seem to have noticed Alec's misfortune.
You used it in class yesterday, what will he say when he sees that you suddenly don't have it?
Camille and her friends murmured quietly to one another as they flipped through the pages of their dictionaries. Amongst the other whispers in the room, he could hear Camille quite clearly as she discussed the nail polish on her fingertips, and the shirt that Mr. Bane had decided on wearing.
He silently agreed on the idea of it being 'totally hot'. The teacher had skipped on the white collared shirt, instead settling for a black one. It looked like silk, and it clung to his body in places that Alec wanted to inappropriately touch. His slacks? the usual, but no less mouth-watering. The silver stripes were back, and his Italian leather shoes were still as expensive-looking as ever.
It was when the student made an unlucky decision to glance up at his face that he found Mr. Bane staring at him, just as intently. He lost himself in the green orbs, flecked with yellow. It was a strange color, but no less beautiful. Alec felt the energy float out of his body, and his shoulders turned to jelly when the teacher gave him a half smile.
I am literally putty in his hands.
"Alexander.."
For a moment, Alec was surprised that he remembered his name. As much as he would have liked Mr. Bane to address him as Alec, the thought of the French teacher paying him a speck of attention was good enough. He attempted a smile, but he was sure that he looked like he had escaped from a psychiatric ward.
"Y-Yes, sir?" Alec found himself leaning forward in his chair, and felt powerless to stop his actions. Looking like a teacher's pet wasn't going to eliminate his choice of sitting in the front row to a potential bully, but Alec had no intention of learning. If anything, he wanted to learn more about Mr. Bane, and edging closer in his chair would provide him with the better view of his teacher.
Mr. Bane's lips parted, an odd smirk on his face, "is there a reason, Alexander, that you do not have your dictionary?" and then, at the word 'dictionary', Alec's neck sizzled under the collar of his sweater and he gulped audibly. He had to feign innocence, but Alec wasn't very good at acting- let alone lying.
"Oh, sir I, I think I lost it," he almost whispered. There was a giggle behind him, and Alec wanted nothing more than to turn around and kick the living daylights out of the source. His teacher's eyebrows shot heavenward, and the smirk stretched into a small smile. "No? no dictionary? that's a shame. You will have to look on to someone else's for the meantime, as for the homework? you will need to somehow acquire a dictionary. Or, alternatively, you can come and see me this lunch break for some help," he drawled. All the while, Alec felt his mouth dry up- anticipation rattling around in his bones.
He figured he'd have to go and seek the 'help' himself, but to have Mr. Bane offer something so.. wanted by the student only made it worth more the wait. He could have just damned well offered Alec a blowjob.
Though a blowjob wouldn't be too bad...
"This break, sir?" he croaked. Mr. Bane bared his teeth in a pearly white grin. "Of course, I wouldn't want you to miss the homework- detention isn't a very nice place when I'm there," On the contrary, I think it'd be a real nice place. And so began a new and improved set of 'What if...''s featuring Mr. Bane in detention.
"Alright."
Camille guffawed behind him.
Probably to hide the jealousy.
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"ARE YOU FUCKING SER-"
Before Isabelle could finish the question, Alec's hand clamped down on her mouth. The lunch break had officially started. As soon as the bell signaled the end of History, Alec shot out of his seat faster than a bullet and quickly sighted Isabelle leaving E block. After hauling her to the cafeteria, and repeating the morning's events to his sister, she had slapped Alec's arm hard and squealed into the heel of her hand.
"Iz, if you don't shut up-"
"How did you manage that?"
The boy shushed her, leaning closer and explaining the dictionary and it's significance in the meeting. Isabelle blinked only twice during the story, seeming thoroughly enthralled by Alec's words, "that is crazy, you are a little minx Alec Lightwood!" her controlled expression morphed into one of excitement. She bit her lip, eyebrows shooting up into her hairline, and fiddled with her hands on top of the table.
Alec couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the situation.
"I'm not doing anything bad, am I?" he asked quietly. Isabelle tilted her head to the side, studying him with her dark eyes, "I don't know I've never tried seducing a teacher," she grinned cheekily.
Alec groaned into his hands, "Iz I'm not.." he blushed, "seducing him. I'm... asking for some help," he tried to imply nonchalantly, but Alec got a feeling that the dodgy wink at the end annihilated any sort of nonchalant behavior. Isabelle rolled her eyes, "whatever, bro. Go get him, and bring me the details later. No sex on the desk!"
Alec ignored her.
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"Ahh, you're earlier than expected."
Despite the casual 'surprised' tone Mr. Bane had used to address Alec as he came walking up the corridor, the student could see in his eyes that his teacher was anything but. After leaving the cafeteria, when the opportunity arose, Alec would speed walk towards his destination with a goofy smile replacing his usual scowl. Although, when he heard footsteps or a door opening and there was a possibility of meeting another person in the hallway, Alec would try and appear bored or indifferent- and not like the over excited teenage boy he was.
Mr. Bane had opened the door to his classroom when Alec had about three steps remaining, and leaning against the doorway, blocked all possible entrances for Alec into the classroom. They came face to face, the blue eyed boy staring up at the man of his obsessions, and his teacher smiling down at him with his arms crossed. If Alec could estimate, there was about four inches between them and it made him want to scream.
If only I could get rid of those few inches...
"I ate quickly," Alec squeaked. One of Mr. Bane's eyebrows cocked, and after a few seconds of staring at each other, he kicked the door to the classroom open and entered swiftly. The student could hear his voice drifting out the room. It was teasing.
"I don't have all day Alexander..." he sing-songed. Alec forced himself to move, stopping at the edge of the doorway and leaning in to glance at his teacher. Mr. Bane was sweeping the classroom, ignoring the odd pieces of paper that dotted the floor, and sitting himself on the windowsill. The afternoon light that filtered through the windows haloed him like the angel Alec believed him to be.
"Alec. I prefer Alec," he whispered, floating into the classroom and sitting at a chair and desk closest to his teacher. He let his eyes drop to the floor, pulling out his French book and flipping to a spare page among the scribbles. His teacher made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a low hum, "Alec, hey? what's wrong with Alexander?" he fiddled with his pocket, pulling a loose strand of cotton free with a look of clear distaste on his face.
He pulled out a near dead pencil from his pocket, his nose wrinkling, "Only my parents call me that" he admitted, attempting a smile that he knew wouldn't give off the cute vibe he was going for. If he was lucky, he'd look like one of those 'totally innocent but totally guilty' serial killers. Like Hannibal Lecter or something.
"All adults?" Mr. Bane broke away from the windowsill, bending down to lean on his knees and bringing his forearms on top of Alec's desk. He looked up at him, his crystal eyes blinking slowly, and Alec momentarily forgot how to speak. "Most of them," he answered, his voice on the verge of breaking.
In the midst of thinking of how utterly pathetic he was, and what he stupid idea it was to get rid of his dictionary, Mr. Bane stood up to lean over his book. His teacher placed a hand on top of his book, his body bending over the paper and casting shadows. He smelled like sandalwood, and there was a clean scent on his breath that Alec supposed would be breath mints. He couldn't help but involuntarily breathe him in, leaning forward on his elbows as the teacher picked up the little pencil stub he had placed back on the desk.
He eyed the thing in horror, and then without another word, threw it into a nearby bin that was overloading on paper and plastic. Alec watched the pencil soar through the air, his eyes wide in confusion, "Hey-!"
"I can't write with something like that, I'll go get you a new one," his teacher smiled, leaping across the empty classroom to pick something off his desk. He turned on his heel, his grin as wide as anything, a brand new pencil clasped in his hand. He held it out to his student, and Alec took it eagerly, his fingers brushing against those of Mr. Bane's. He let his fingers linger on the soft skin for just a moment, not tearing his eyes away from his teacher's face, and then dropped his hand back to the desk, "thanks," he swallowed.
Mr. Bane, who looked like he was holding back a major smile, nodded. What he would find funny at a moment like that, Alec didn't know. He simply let it slide, trying to remember the chalked words on the blackboard that stated their homework. "So, society in France?"
And with that, Mr. Bane pulled up a chair beside Alec's desk, and the two started discussing what the student was going to choose for the subject of his paragraph. After a hasty decision on Government, Mr. Bane drew closer and occasionally corrected his mistakes (Alec was sure to make more than one, even if his French skills were higher than average, just so that he had the pleasure of his teacher grabbing at his elbow to stop him writing).
"Make sure to add the accents..."
"You can use easier words, if you want to"
"Alright, nearly finished"
All the while, Mr. Bane's mouth was at his ear- whispering tips that would help the blue eyed boy. Alec concentrated on his work, trying to block out the expansion of his teacher's chest as he breathed in, and then out. In and out. His chest rose and fell, gentle exhales leaving his purple glossed mouth. Alec felt like he had reduced to a panting dog when his teacher bent over to tie the laces on his shoe, producing a beautiful side view of that ass for him.
He shifted in his seat, ignoring the way the blood in his body pulsed south.
For God's sake, not now. Not now, of all times.
How unbelievably creepy can you get?
After putting a little too much force on his pencil to dot the end of his sentence, he ripped the paper from his book- holding it up for Mr. Bane's inspection. He smiled, hurrying to shove his book in his bag when he heard the ringing bell signalling the end of lunch. He stood up from his seat, studying his teacher as he read over the homework. He stood stock still, the only things moving his eyes as they went from left to right, and then back again to start a new sentence.
Outside the classroom there was the dull sounds of conversation being thrown back and forth between students as they made their way to class. The older man's face lit up in a grin, folding the paper in half and tucking it in his back pocket. "Good work, Alec," It was simple, to the point. Alec felt his heart pump against his chest, it's speed much faster than usual. There was something about the way his teacher would say his name that made him want to melt into a puddle on the floor.
"I'll see you in class," he purred, tucking Alec's chair under the desk and then waving goodbye. The blue eyed boy felt a rush of excitement bubble up in the pit of his stomach, rising in his chest and then exploding out of his mouth, "See you Monday!"
And with that, Alec left the classroom, hiding a smile under the collar of his sweater and near flat-out running to his next class.
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I swear these chapters are getting shorter and shorter... Well, chapter four will definitely be super long for you!
Andddd I think our lovely Magnus has picked up on Alec's little crush... Oooh well I wonder what's going to happen next? Hmmm?
-shifty eyes-
I hope this wasn't god-awful, please review! I am so blown away by you guys! and I hope you don't mind the replies, I love talking to other people. So do it for Malec?
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