I wasn't sure what to expect when I knocked on his classroom door at the end of the day. It was a good thing we didn't have cameras in our school otherwise the fact that I kept going to his room probably looked dodgy. Well, it was a little.
I decided to knock just in case he wasn't in there. He always was though and I heard him call for me to come in.
Shutting the door behind me, I dropped my bag and walked across the room.
He was sat in his char, his feet crossed on top of the desk, with a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled when he saw me.
I stopped in front of his desk and waited. After all, he was the one to ask me to come back.
He put his half full mug on the table and placed his hands on top of his stomach. "How was the remainder of your day?" He asked, a smile on his face.
"Okay." I smiled back, "How was yours?"
"I mean no offence to my brother but it was rather bland in comparison."
I rested my hands on top of the desk. "In comparison to what?" I obviously already knew but I wanted him to say it. I wanted to make sure none of this was a dream.
He smirked in response. "In comparison to exchanging saliva with you, Iero."
I couldn't help but laugh, "It doesn't sound that great when you word it like that." It was great though. It was more than great.
He took his legs off the table and stood up, slowly unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.
"You need to stop doing that." I said quietly as I watched him.
He stopped, mid sleeve roll, "Doing what?"
I just nodded at what he was doing. I felt a little embarrassed that such a small movement had such a big impact on me but I had to say.
He raised an eyebrow as he finished rolling them up. "You don't like that, hm?" He moved around the desk until he was next to me.
I turned so I was facing him. "I didn't say I didn't like it..." I blushed and looked down. God, I was such a loser.
One of his hands appeared under my chin and lifted it up again. "Don't hide your face." He whispered, "It's one of my favourite sights."
That made me go even more red. I wasn't sure if I could deal with all of these compliments. First, he called me beautiful and now my face is one of his favourite sights? Jesus Christ. I felt like I was in a cheesy romance novel.
He stared at me for a moment before leaning in and kissing me softly. This obviously excited me because I nervously put my hands on his back straight away. I still couldn't get over the fact that I was allowed to do this. Maybe this was a dream.
Part of me thought that this was some elaborate ploy of his and at some point, he would break away laughing. Surely that wasn't true though.
It didn't happen. Instead, both of his hands appeared on my neck. He moved one so it was in my hair and he softly began to caress the strands. My hands tightened on his back. I hoped I was doing well. I'd only ever kissed one other person. Yes, I know it's sad but whatthefuckever. No one wanted to kiss a loser who liked to hang out by himself. No surprises there.
For some reason though, this hot motherfucker did so I was obviously doing something right.
He moved a little closer until we were practically pressed up against one another. It was then that I suddenly had a moment of fear. I was a seventeen year old guy making out with someone I was incredibly attracted to. You do the math.
As soon as his tongue slid across my lips, I involuntarily moaned and opened my mouth to give him access. This was going into dark territory very quickly.
His hands moved so they were on my hips. It was my turn to play with his hair. I had to raise my hands a bit higher than he had had to, obviously. Soon, they were in his hair and I started fiddling with it. I had been wanting to do that for a while now.
I wasn't sure how long we made out like that for but I did know I was hard. He must have known too because he was literally pressed against me from knee to chest. Where was this going? Surely we couldn't do anything more. We were still in his classroom after all.
I vaguely recognised a phone ringing and a second later, he was pulling away. "Just a moment, Frank." He moved away completely and went back around the desk.
I felt a little lonely with my hands out of his hair and my mouth not against his anymore. It sucked, even if it was only for a moment.
He checked his phone before answering. I stayed where I was in silence, watching him.
"My apologies." He rested against the desk, "I didn't realise what time it was. I'll be back soon." He hung up and smiled at me sadly.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to ignore my hard on. I hoped it wasn't too obvious in my jeans. Probably was.
"That was my brother. I forgot, I promised to be back straight after school. You distracted me, Iero. I was going to say." He smirked and put his phone in his pocket.
"Oh um... I'm sorry. I-"
"I'm just joking." He laughed and stood up properly again, "You're anything but a distraction. You're..." He moved closer to me as he thought, "You're my favourite student."
I couldn't help but stare back at him as he smiled at me. I would have hoped I was his favourite student after all of this.
"Nonetheless, I have to be leaving. You should as well. I've made you stay after school a bit too excessively lately. Your mother will have my head." He unrolled his sleeves and grabbed his jacket.
That comment annoyed me slightly. "I make my own decisions. My mom has nothing to do with it."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "If you're sure."
I nodded, "I am." He wasn't helping me trying to prove that I could be older.
I watched as he pulled his jacket on and downed the last of his coffee. It was probably cold by now. He then grabbed his briefcase and stood in front of me again.
"It is a bit reckless of us to have relations in here anyway." His free hand stroked one of my cheeks.
I moved into his hand more and smiled. The happiness that was spreading across my chest showed no signs of leaving as I touched the back of his hand with one of mine.
"I shall see you in class tomorrow. Your group is doing exceptional." He leant closer and pressed his lips to mine for one last kiss.
I was greedy and wanted more though. I didn't want to go home.
He pulled away and smirked when I whined in protest.
"I need to talk to you in the free as well." He dropped his hand.
"What about?" I asked.
"No need to worry about that now." He started walking towards the door and called over his shoulder, "Have a good evening, Frank."
"You too, Sir." I was practically bouncing out of happiness. Now to go home and finish what we'd started. Jeez, that sounded kinda bad. I didn't care though.
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I would just like to say that I plan on including smut in this story. If you are against or uncomfortable with this, speak now or forever hold your peace.
-Beth :3
