...OMG IM SO SORRY *hides behind Russia* this is, what, a month? Month and a half late? Aaaaargh! My original excuse was that I was in China for two weeks and had all day rehearsals for the week before, but... the other days was just pure... deadness. A lot has been happening . kinda sort, too... but seriously, do you have ANY idea how awkward it is writing on a plane? *cringes* also, I apologise in advance for awful cliff hanger. Please kill me quickly and painlessly.
There had been something wrong with Mattie ever since that day. Something must have happened after he had gone to his maths teacher. From what he knew his brother's math teacher was the completely harmless Greek guy who spent all class sleeping with his cats. He didn't even know it was legal to have a classroom crowded with the felines.
He couldn't help but help but feel overly suspicious of his vodka freak of an art teacher. He just couldn't stop thinking about him. Whether he was fuming about how damn annoying and perverted he was or wondering whether or not he wore contacts to make his eyes so violently purple, the Russian was always on his mind. It was enough to make him want to kill someone out of his aggravation.
The one time he had asked Matthew about their teacher, he had merely blushed and started mumbling some excuse before escaping to his bedroom with a rather large stash of pancakes. He had been eating a lot of them recently. Pancakes were his brother's comfort food, which meant that he needed comfort, meaning that there was most definitely something wrong, and judging by his actions it had something to do with Mr Braginski. In other words, his best buddy was in distress, thanks to a certain Russian villain and it was his job to be the hero!
Matthew stood nervously in the door way that separated him from his beloved teacher. Alfred had not left him alone since he arrived home in a shaking, blushing mess the day before. Luckily, the older had been held up in class. It couldn't hurt to just visit Mr Braginski while he was waiting – but would that seem eager? It wasn't as if his teacher l-loved him or even liked him!
He blushed as he remembered the day before. How could he have been so stupid? His beautiful, pure Ivan had given him a fucking blow job! A BLOW JOB! And he did nothing in return. Not even a simple hand job. He owed him so much… the guilt took over him. Without thinking he ripped open the door to see Mr Braginski hanging upside down gulping down a bottle of vodka while staring absorbed in his painting. He glanced up as the blonde took a shaky step into the room.
"Matthew!" He smiled, "I was waiting for you." This did not do anything to help the steadily increasing rush of blood to Matthew's cheeks. Struggling to think of how he could change the subject, he said "U-um, if you d-don't mind me a-asking, w-why are you…?" he gestured awkwardly at his teacher's currant position, swinging around by his feet from the increasingly teetering lamp shade.
Ivan laughed. "There is something wrong with this painting. I was just experimenting that maybe if I changed perspective it might… but no, nothing has changed." He shook his head sorrowfully and Matthew couldn't resist a smile. His teacher was so cute!
The Russian dropped to the floor with a thud, pouting as if he was hurt. "You are laughing at me…" he said. Matthew's smile dropped instantly and he began to flail his arms around. "N-no, I-I-I just-" He was stopped mid stutter by a pair of lips mashing against his. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to melt into his teacher's body, parting his lips to give the prying tongue access to his mouth. He felt his back hit the wall and Ivan's knee pressing in between his. He moaned into the kiss at the friction, rolling his hips to grind against the Russian's knee.
Ivan began unbuttoning Matthew's shirt. Usually he would just rip the younger's shirt right off, but if he did that his gorgeous older brother might get suspicious, and that would make it harder to get him. He never did understand the useless invention of buttons.
Matthew whimpered slightly as the older moved from his mouth to the pulsing vein on his neck, leaving a mark just under his ear. His shirt slipped off and Ivan immediately moved down to his pants as his tongue continued to explore the little one's chest and abs.
Making short work of the younger's pants, he wrapped a hand around Matthew's growing erection, earning himself a sharp gasp. He gently kissed Matthew's hips, licking his inner thighs lightly. Matthew subconsciously let out a particiularily adorable squeak as he kissed the skin right next to his member.
"P-Please!" Matthew gasped. Ivan obediently took in the blonde's entire shaft in one go, sucking hard. Matthew gasped, his legs giving way under his as he sank to the floor. Ivan chuckled, feeling him buck against him and slowly tangle his fingers into his hair.
Matthew pulled on the ashen blonde hair in his fingers. To be honest the last thing he wanted was for this amazingly hot cavern to leave his engorged member, but he knew for his teacher's sake he couldn't give in. Not yet.
Ivan looked up in surprise as he allowed himself to be pulled off. He tilted his head questioningly at Matthew's flushed face, lips parted and panting heavily, his eyes averted. "I w-want to… um, t-that is, I d-don't-" his stuttering was interrupted by an amused giggle from his teacher. "You're worried about me?" Matthew quickly hid his face in his hair in embarrassment. "Do not worry Matthew, I just love seeing your adorable face when you are like this." If it was humanely possible for Matthew to blush anymore he would have. He leaned forwards and hesitantly kissed Ivan, once again allowing their tongues to dance under a symphony of lust.
Ivan allowed Matthew to lower him to the ground as he nervously began to kiss and suck at his neck. He could tell that the younger was inexperienced but he let out an encouraging moan anyway.
Taking his teacher's moan as a sign to move onwards, he began to remove the Russian of every article of clothing he had left. He began to lightly tease his nipple, nipping and flicking it with his tongue. As he explored the older's upper body with his mouth, marvelling at how pale and smooth the skin was – like a porcelain doll – he could sense the beginnings of impatience from the Russian. He quickly parted from his abs to look down at his member.
His eyes widened. He had never thought they could get that big! He thought of his own, which was about a quarter of the size, and wished that he at least had his underwear on. He felt a hand begin to stroke his hair gently, squirming as a finger began to twirl one particular curl, hiding his face as his vital regions twitched, a droplet of precum leaking from the slit.
Ivan watched in surprise as Matthew's curl twitched in unison with his member as the younger moaned in pleasure. So the curl was a sort of soft spot? He thought immediately of his sunflower in the year above. Maybe that vastly annoying cowlick of his…? The aching down south pulled him back to Earth. This kid was taking forever.
Matthew jerked himself out of his ecstasy. There was no way he was going to let his teacher make him cum first! He looked back down at the massive cock inches from his. There was no way he could fit all that into his mouth… well, he had to try. He shyly licked the tip, relishing in the small but encouraging moan from the Russian's lips. He wrapped a hand around the base of the cock and ran his tongue up the side, teasing the slit a little before taking in the head and sucking it like he would a lollipop.
Ivan's breath hitched. The kid was a natural – much better than Gilbert ever was. He groaned as he felt his manhood slipping further into the blonde's mouth.
Matthew tried to fit in as much as he could. It wasn't easy; he only had half in and wasn't sure if he could get anymore. He continued to suck at the length, his tongue playing at the sensitive skin just under the head. He felt the older's fingers entwine themselves into his hair, urging him to go deeper. He relaxed his throat and allowed Ivan's length to be pushed deep into his throat, gagging slightly but being rewarded by the Russian's appreciative moan. He felt a finger trace his curl, causing him to moan loudly against the cock, subconsciously grinding his hips into Ivan's leg.
This did not go unnoticed by Ivan. An idea formed and a smile grew on his face. "Matthew," he said, gently lifting the blonde's head to meet his lusty gaze, "Have you ever heard of sixty nine?"