WE SHOULD ALL KNOW THAT "TUTORING" AND "HOMEWORK" ALSO APPLY TO THE SAME RULES AS "EXTRA CREDIT" SO YEAH!
But srsly: Dave's house. Fuck yes.
You sat on the pavement next to the school building. You shuddered, god it was getting colder and colder each day to you. You checked your phone, 5:42. You groaned, going to turn it off before- it died. It JUST DIED. Fuck your life.
"Hey." You looked up and saw Dave standing above you, looking down. "Oh, hey." You blushed lightly, quickly standing up and looking away. "You alright? You seem nervous." "I-I-I'm not nervous!" You lied. "I just, I was waiting for someone and you came out of the blue." "Oh, I get it. I'm just going home." You watched him as he started to go away, why did you lie and say you were waiting for someone!? God you IDIOT! "Wait! Um, my phone died. I-Is it alright if I-" "Charge it? Sure. Come on." You grab your bag and follow him quietly.
He unlocked his car as he got in. You got in after him quickly, setting your bag down before you went to plug your phone in. "You have an iPhone charger." "Yeah." You grabbed it and unplugged it before plugging in your own charger, starting to charge your own phone. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Samsung people." "Hipsters." He looked at you before retorting "Punk rockers." You looked back before whispering "English teachers." "Students." "Old guys." "Children." You couldn't think of anything else to say that wasn't complete innuendo before you plugged your earbuds in, listening to some music. He turned back to in front of him before he started to drive off. You looked at him slightly before he pulled an earbud out of your ear.
"Just so you know, I'm still going strait home. So if you want a ride back you're going to have to tell me on your own time." You nodded, putting your earbud back in. You looked as he drove, seeing as you got closer to what most of the people call the "rich area". Which is the beach houses. He pulled into the driveway of one before parking. You looked at the house as if you've never seen anything like it in your entire life. Which was true. You lived near the woods so it fits how being there would be different.
"Something wrong?" "Huh?! Oh! Um, no, just... woooooooooow." You heard him chuckle as he got out and walked towards the door. You grabbed your charger and your bag as you followed him quickly. He had just gotten the door open and stepped inside when you caught up. You looked around as everything stuck with you. Light green carpets, nice white furniture, complete luxury. He sat down on the couch and sighed before you slowly walked over and sat next to him.
"So this is the life of a teacher?" "This is the life of me, yes." You nod, slowly relaxing into the couch and sliding, leaning on him. He wrapped an arm around you before pulling you closer, kissing your head lightly. You closed your eyes and sighed, before opening them again. "Shit you assigned homework." "Yes, yes I did." You pulled away from him and grabbed your bag, opening it quickly and pulling things out.
Reading book. Another reading book. The Fault In O- actually, you put that one back, no use having him see it. Math book (with homework), French book (with homework), and a third reading book. You groaned, putting the first two reading books back and grabbing your French homework. "I guess I'll start with this pain in the ass." He looked over at the cover before attempting to read it.
"'Glencoe French 1. Bon voyage!' sounds fucking awful." His tone of pronunciation was awful. 'Glen-co French 1. Bon voy age.' You looked at him before reciting the whole thing to him in a French accent. "'Glencoe French un. Bon voyage!'" "How the hell are you so good with that." You snickered, opening it and starting it. "Simple. It's because I wasn't born in America." "Oh, so you're an alien?" "Being half French and half Canadian, I feel offended by that." "Oooh, Canadian? Is that why you apologize a lot?" You look at him before rolling your eyes. "No, but the French is why I smoke and have a fondness for insufferable douchebags like you." "Ouch, harsh." "Considering that douche means shower in French, you're lucky." He put a hand on his chest, looking at you before speaking in a mocking tone "Th- That really hurt. Mister fucking Vantas, how could you?" You rolled your eyes again before turning back to your French.
You looked up after awhile, seeing him laying down on the couch. You blushed and looked at your phone, which was still charging but playing music. 7:15. You should go home. But then again.
"What are you listening to?" You looked at him before blinking. "Music." "What kind of music?" "Nothing." You switched to a new song and listened for awhile before he unplugged it, exposing the music.
'Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart
Break a name
We're always sleeping in and sleeping
For the wrong team.
We're going down, down in an earlier round.
And sugar, we're going down swingin'
I'll be your number one with a bullet.
A loaded god complex, cock it and pu-'
You quickly paused it, making sure it didn't continue. It took a minute before he started snickering and laughing.
"Oh my fucking god, you listen to Fall Out Boy?! Oh my fucking hell that's hilarious!" "Sh- Shut up!" "Look, out of all my life growing up, I was listening to Fall Out Boy in COLLEGE. I graduated when you were in what? Seventh grade? And now I'm your teacher." "Well, then what was your favorite song by them?" "Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of The Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued." "Wow. That song?" "Yeah. Heh. I had the biggest crush on Patrick Stump." "Pfft- he isn't as hot as Pete Wentz." "Which version?" "2005. Pete. Wentz." "He was so emo back then, why do you like him?" "Guyliner. Plus, he understands me." "How does he fucking understand you?" You turned away, biting your lip before he caught on. "Oh, sorry." "N-No. No it's fine." "Karkat-" "It's fine, Dave." You felt a tear go down your face before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his lap. You looked up at him as he wiped a tear off your face. You continued the song before leaning up, kissing him softly.
"Karkat, I'm still really sorry." "It's fine, okay? Just drop it." He took your phone, changing it to another song before setting it down, wrapping his hands around your waist. You looked at him slightly before starting to ask him something, when he stopped you. "Yes, it's 'Sophmore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year'." You smiled before kissing him slightly harder. After a few minutes, you felt something poking you. You pulled away a bit before looking at him, blushing as he smiles shyly. You kissed his neck lightly, standing up.
"If you show me where your room is, I think I'll be able to help you." He nodded, standing up and pulling you into a hallway. He tugged you up some stairs before you ended up in a big room. It wasn't as clean as you pictured it, but it was nice. Light beige carpet, white bedsheets on a king-sized bed, and a stereo. You looked at him before slowly walking over to the bed, sitting on it. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to bring your phone up here, I'll be back." he turned around and went back to where you both came from. You took the time to examine the bed and quickly strip, noticing your own hard erection. You curled up slightly, seeing him come back and stare at you, whimpering slightly. You chuckled, deciding to gesture he come over. He set the phones next to the stereo, closing and locking the doors before going towards you. You sat up before tugging him down by his shirt, kissing him roughly. He put his hands on your thighs as he slowly crawled onto the bed in front of you. You started to loosen his tie and unbutton his white shirt as he moved his hands to your hips. You let out a stiffed moan as you sat up a bit, sliding your hand towards his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, sliding your hand into them and his boxers, squeezing his member lightly. He moaned, looking at you before pushing you onto the bed lightly, you sat up as he quickly got out of his clothes, climbing towards you and leaning over you, kissing you harshly.
After a bit, you felt his hands slide up your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pressing your hands against his chest slightly. You felt him press into your entrance as you gasped, biting your lip. He kissed you softly before starting to thrust in and out of you. You wrapped your legs tighter around him as he continued. Your hands trailed to around his neck before dropping next to your head. A moan escaped your lip as he continued, your hands gripping the pillow slightly as he started to go faster. You bit your lip before letting out another moan, pressing up into him.
Fuck details, let's skip ahead
You looked at him, panting slightly as you layed on his chest. He stroked your hair slowly, his eyes closed. You wrapped an arm around him, lightly laying your arm beside his. Yawning, you curled up closer, listening to his heartbeat.
"Dave?" You mumbled, closing your eyes softly. "Hm? What?" "I love you." It slipped out of your mouth faster than it needed to. You were already half asleep, not really understanding if you meant to say it or if he heard it. You didn't hear anything from him, just silence. You sighed and pressed your face into his chest a bit more, falling asleep.
We leave it there, because it's only 7 pm and I'm starting to fall asleep.