Chapter 6: Tuesday, September 7th: Between First and Second Period
Slow. Slow slow slow. Why oh why did students insist on moving like such glaciers between classes, clogging up the hallway so he couldn't even run properly? Pietro could've been where he needed to be in milliseconds, but at this rate he'd be unintentionally late for German class, and it wouldn't do to have Erik annoyed at him for a good reason.
But he had to make sure he ran by Lebeau's office today. Somehow that asshat of a teacher had managed to avoid him the entirety of Monday, even dodging conversation in homeroom. His speed at running away from his problems Pietro had to find a little admirable, but he still found himself growing progressively more annoyed as he played the obstacle course to the cookery lab.
He almost thought he saw the man go pale when his black and red eyes latched onto him, but Pietro knew there was no way his presence could be that upsetting to his teacher.
"Mr. Lebeau, hi-"
"Mr. Maximoff, I have thirty fourteen-year-olds I got to teach not to burn toast, I don't have time for this," Remy said, his voice somewhat more halting than normal.
"I promise, I'll be fast," Pietro said, and Remy couldn't quite hold back a snort of laughter. Pietro grinned. "There we go. You're so much more handsome when you smile."
"Pietro..."
"Look, I got to get to German to pretend I don't know an arschloch from arsenvergiftung, I'm in a rush too. So I'll say this fast." Pietro put a finger against his teacher's lips; Remy felt tempted to bite it. "Shh shh shh. All I wanted to say is that if detention is like Friday was, you can bet I'm acting up a hell of a lot more." He paused a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked over Remy's face for a change of expression. on, Mr. Lebeau, that was at least worth getting some bedroom eyes and a quip back from you.
He sighed, taking his finger away. "So yeah. Third period today, right? I think I just might mistake a teaspoon for a cup of salt in whatever roadkill we're cooking up today." Nothing, not the slightest rise. Pietro looked at Remy in mild disgust. Jesus.
"Right. See you after lunch, or whatever," Pietro said before zipping away.
Remy waited until the boy was out of sight before he let out a hard breath and lowered his shoulders. That little son of a bitch. He could tell how much he was trying to rile him up, he knew this was going to end terribly. This would be worse than that time with the nun. Or the time with his boss' wife. Or that time with...
Ey Remy, stop that now, you hear? Ain't no good coming in thinking like that.
He shook his head. The freshmen. Right, they'd take his mind off of the brat he knew he couldn't avoid in a few hours. He walked into the classroom, seeing the ghost of Pietro lounging on the demonstration table, all soft skin and constrained moans. He squeezed his eyes together to get rid of the thought. Non. Not right now. Get rid of the thoughts of how good he looked, how nice he felt, how he almost sounded like he actually wanted it to happen again. Damn, in any other world he'd be taking that boy home at the end of the day, but there was no way he could abuse his power like that. Non. No matter how good he'd look fucked into the mattress, face buried in a pillow, panting his name and talking about what a naughty boy he'd been-
No. This is a time for baking cookies, not fantasizing .
Still. It was a hell of a nice image.
Chapter 7: Tuesday, September 7th: Third Period
«You actually seem like you tried today.» Pietro clicked his tongue at Kurt's snide German as they rinsed their cupcake trays in the sink
«Maybe I have finally gained the joy of baking you have, ma'am,» Pietro said, and the blue boy laughed, tail flicking. He put the tray away in the washing rack, snatching Pietro's from his hand and putting it away as well.
«I actually started baking for a girl too, you know,» Kurt said.
«Oh please. I'm not playing little miss domestic like you are,» Pietro scoffed. «And though it's nice you have your little Bavarian bakery plans that seem to please our weird-ass extended family, I'm pretty sure your 'baking for a girl' was just because Kitty can't bake for shit.»
«What can I say, muffins can speak words that the mouth dare not.»
«Words like 'get the ever-loving hell out of the kitchen.'»
The two laughed, pushing each other as they went back to their table. As per normal, Kurt's cupcakes looked like some heavenly delicacy, whereas the clumsy swirl of chocolate frosting was slowly sliding off of Pietro's.
«How the hell are you so good at this,» Pietro grumbled, and Kurt gave a thin smile.
«When you're blue and fuzzy and make people scream when they see you in the street, you have to learn to be very good at something to give yourself some value to the public.» He rearranged the non-graded cupcakes in their takeaway tray. After a few moments of discomfort, he looked back at Pietro. «So who is it?»
Pietro looked at Remy, who was inspecting the display cake of a trembling Mortimer, and Kurt's golden eyes grew wide.
"You dog!" he said, smacking the other boy's arm with his tail. «Have you been hanging out with Emma or something?»
"Shut up, you dweeb," Pietro said, pulling the tail in retaliation. "As if I..." «As if I'd go grade-hunting like her. Not that I don't admire her style, but still.»
«Well, if you want to impress him, I'd recommend you try frosting your cupcakes after they cool.» Kurt smiled at the teacher as he came up to inspect their displays. "Guten tag, Mr. Lebeau. Wonderful class, as always."
"I hope you two kids ain't gossipin' too much," he said with a slight laugh, writing on his pad as he looked over the pastries. His eyes avoided Pietro's, but he gave a nod as he gently pushed up the side of the icing. "You're improving, Maximoff. Maybe you should sit with Wagner more often."
Pietro practically beamed.
«Och, Pietro has a boyfriend, Pietro has a boyfriiiiend,» Kurt teased as soon as Remy moved on. «Good thing you're in senior year. You can probably actually date him when you graduate, from what I've heard about Mr. Lebeau's standards outside of the classroom.» He walked two fingers along the table, making his point clear.
«You're acting like I haven't already,» Pietro said, and Kurt looked puzzled.
"What?" he asked, just in time for the bell to ring. Kurt cursed under his breath. "Schize, I have business management now. You?"
"Free period. Lucky me already had Physics and German today."
«Maybe we could hang out after school today? You're in the city this week, yes?»
«Yeah, I'm with mom, but tomorrow would honestly be better if you're up for it,» Pietro said, looking over at Remy cleaning up the demo table. Kurt looked between them and it seemed to click.
«Right, I hear you! If you want to skip out on last period tomorrow, we'll head down early. Bet I can teleport faster than you can run.»
"As if, you plebeian."
«Haha! Have fun boinking your husband,» Kurt said, a single pelvic thrust to accentuate his point before he bamf-ed away in a cloud of brimstone.
Pietro shook his head and walked up to the demonstration table, leaning himself over it. He waited for Remy to take notice of him, finally clearing his throat to get his attention.
"Ahem."
"Don't you have a class to be gettin' to?" Remy asked, throwing the last icing bag in the trash. Pietro shook his head.
"Free period. And as I so happen to know, you don't have a class to teach right now either. You'd probably just be wandering to the teacher's lounge to drink with whatever other lonely sap is in there before resigning yourself to spending an evening in your office grading freshmen papers on how to boil water."
Remy frowned. "It's not as grim as you try to make it sound, cher." He hoped the boy didn't notice the word slip out of his mouth, but that grin said otherwise.
"Still, it could be more exciting." He grabbed the teacher's hand. "Go out with me."
"Look, Pietro," Remy said, his voice lowering, "that's not a thing that I...we can really do. You have to understand, with me being a teacher and-"
"Nice to know that's your only protest," Pietro quipped. "But that's not what I meant. Let's just get out of here. If anyone talks, fuck, you've known Charles how long? You're just 'helping his rogue stepson.' Sort of like how you helped with detention." He raised and lowered his eyebrows quickly. "No big deal. No one would think twice if you said that. Come on. Let's go out."
Remy didn't know how he actually let the boy talk him into this.
The white-haired little menace was leaning over the table, licking his blueberry cheesecake cone slowly, as if there were actually anything erotic about the little creamy drip sliding from his lip gently to his chin. Remy couldn't help but find it slightly gross, and tried to occupy himself with thoughts of the daquiri ice in his waffle bowl.
Sweet, deceptively non-alcoholic sorbet.
"So, Mr. Lebeau. Do you appreciate my lack of burning your assignments lately?" Pietro asked, wiping the dribble away from his mouth and sucking it off his finger. Remy coughed to clear his mind.
"It hasn't been long since the last fire in class, but I have to say, you have shown great enthusiasm to improve since Thursday. Still, I'm not sure if pulling the ability to bake a basic batch of basic cupcakes out of thin air is really highers quality, so I'm hoping to see your work improve even further."
"I promise I'll toil long hours over a stove just for you, darling husband of mine," Pietro said with an eyeroll.
"Really, though. We're extending with experimental flavoring next class, I want you to make sure you keep an eye on the ovens for whatever horror you decide to think up. And before you take that as a jab," he said as Pietro's mouth opened in protest, "I'd expect nothing less of you, as I'm sure you have the creativity to even make terrifying ingredients work well somewheres down in that fast-thinking head of yours."
He tried to look positive, but the boy simply stared at him. They sat in silence while eating for a few moments before Pietro finally slammed down his free hand. Remy jumped, almost dropping his spoon.
"I asked for a date. What is this, really." He glared into Remy's eyes, and the teacher sighed. He pushed the bowl away a bit and leaned back in his chair, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and rubbing in frustration.
"Look, cher, if you weren't a student, I weren't a teacher, I got to say. There's a pretty good chance I would take you up on that there offer, but n'est bien pas."
Remy didn't like that slow smile forming on the boy's face.
"So you're saying that if it weren't for the sake of our 'work relationship' you'd be more than happy to get involved with a guy like me."
"Don't want you getting the wrong idea, but I can't say it never would have happened. Hell, it may happen in the future some day, but right now the amount of talk..."
"Are you serious. We're both mutants, obviously queer, and you're worried about people looking down on us for that."
"Words mean nothing from the boy asking someone to commit statutory." Remy shot a glance over at the thankfully-unstaffed counter. Pietro looked over and shook his head.
"Don't worry if she comes back out. She's one of Emma's friends, trust me. Non-issue." He took a bite of his cone. "Right, fine, so it's a legal thing, not a propriety thing. Guess I get it, especially seeing the rumors of your career before Charles came and picked you up here."
"Exactly. Jail is a thing I'd rather avoid."
If it was possible, Pietro's grin grew wider.
"So it's settled then, we'll keep it on the down low."
"That is not what I said," Remy stated, though his shifting in his seat betrayed his interest. Pietro continued.
"Look, I like you, and I'm pretty sure I've seen that you like me. I'm willing to keep this quiet for the rest of the year if it'd make things work. It'd be like a game yeah a game a hell of an annoying game that is really a bitch to play but I suppose it'd be worth it for the 'points' I could score and...talking too fast. Too. Fast." He paused to breath. "We could just meet in quiet, no more dragging you to places or whatever. Nice dark places behind closed doors, huh?"
Remy couldn't help but grin slightly, feeling a bit of the thrill of a less-than-ethical past rustling somewhere deep inside him. Kid...surely that was a disrespectful way to think of Pietro, wasn't it?He was practically a man by this point. He could be drafted. He'd be paying taxes soon.
Those half-lidded bedroom eyes awaiting his response were terribly compelling too.
"You sure you okay with all this?" Remy asked, leaning in and lowering his voice. "This ain't some grades ploy or cry for help or none of that after-school special business?"
"Isn't it more exciting that way?" Pietro asked in a nonplussed drone before taking another languid lick at his ice cream cone. Remy chuckled.
"I can see a lot of me in you, bebette," he said, tapping his fingers on the table.
"That's what I'm hoping for."
"That's enough of that," Remy said, struggling not to laugh. "If it's kept quiet. You can't go calling me Remy or nothing in public now."
"Loose lips sink ships." Pietro gently ran his fingers along the back of Remy's hand. "I'm expecting a lot of office hookups to make up for this, though."
"Pie-"
"Hey, it's fair for a guy to want to be taken to dinner and a sow from time to time, you know? So if I have to give that up, I can demand to take something almost as good."
"Don't go making a bahbin, I understand, I'd rather..." Remy paused, putting his spoon down and pushing away from the table. "It's complicated and you know it."
"I know," Pietro said, hopping up and running around the table in a smooth, almost humanly imperceptible motion. Leaning into Remy's ear, he whispered, "and that's why we'll finish talking this out during lunch tomorrow. I'll see you in your office."
The boy was out the door again before Remy could say a word, only a fluttering napkin with some remaining cone crumbs left of his presence.
A gaggle of teenagers came in, one of them mentioning to another the weird gust of breeze that had just gone by. A girl with long green hair looked over at Remy with a wink and a finger-pistol. He sighed and grabbed his coat.
This was the most trouble he'd gone and got into in a long time.
((HEY, this is JD. FYI, after this update, I'm p much quitting ! This fic is still active on my AO3, so look joaniedark up there baes!))
In other news, Pietro has a tumblr at fast-bitch. Sometimes NSFW, he reblogs some stuffand also posts sometimes, as well as answers questions. Check it if you want.