Mr.Evans (Chris Evans fan fic)

Just a little Secret

 I huffed with frustration, I got detention!! I should have just kept my mouth shut and maybe Mr.Evans wouldn't have had thought of that little idea of keeping me after school. But at least it's just with him... I guess it won't be that bad.

I drag my feet across the hall making my way past the stampede of teens rushing out of this hell hole. I'm stopped on my way to the music room by Robert, he wraps his arms around my backpack. I feel his arms against my back and his light humming of some happy tune revealed himself.

"Where ya off to Miss Muffet?" He bats his lashes at me as if he's anything near innocent.

I turn my cheek to get a better look of his face and I shrug. "Somewhere." I wriggle his arms off my pack and turn on my heel to continue my venture but get a good look at him.

"How about that 'somewhere' becomes my house?" He pouts softly and I giggle from the looks of it, he's been bugging too much about this!

"I have places to be!" I stick my tongue out his way and my walking in reverse comes to a halt from what seemed like a warm hard surface.

"I advise you to be at those places, Immediately." I his low voice, Mr.Evans sent me a type of growl at the end of his words it sent me chills. I look up and see Roberts eyes widen a bit before giving me a 'catch you later' look and leaving through the halls.

I turn around to get the tasty look of him, he was hovering over me and his blue eyes sticking on me as if his eyes are peeling my clothes off. I tighten my thighs together and give him a bright smile. "I'm here." I say, cheery and eager but it didn't shift his lustful look. He grabbed my wrist with some might and determination yet tender and unthreatening.

While being dragged into the music room I see a bit more to the new side of Mr.Evans, his grip on my wrist and his low voice was just the perfect amount of raspy. He sat me down in my chair and I look up at him getting lost in his eyes for a moment trying to picture what he might be thinking about. He had the nerve to keep his eyes locked on mine and have his tongue travel across the surface of his pink lips. I struggle to keep my cool he was so tempting, no teacher does this it had to mean something.

After what seemed like hours of my eyes drowning in his hot stares and what looked like him trying to restrain himself from god knows what. He heaves a loud groan and steps back into his seat soon scooping his face within his palms and into his locks of hair. I couldn't help but grin light and shed a blush across my cheeks.

"What's on that mind of yours?" I leaned in further and my voice was soft, he looked stressed out.

"Something that shouldn't be on it." He moved his hands down and gave me that look again. " So, you don't like that jock... Do you?"

I giggle low and shake my head, at least I don't think I like Robert like that. "Actually, I like someone." I grabbed the bull by it's balls and ran with it, I was going to hint out to him that I would ride him all day and night.

He reaches out closer to me and his large hands take a hold of my shoulders firmly, before I could say another word I felt it... His soft lips that I'd watch every day spew me facts about measures and instruments were attacking my red stained lips. My eyes close and I indulge in his sweet lips and the taste of what sex probably tastes like. He grabs me with force but intended gentleness my arms snake over his shoulders and his large muscular arms take a home around my waist with a sense of adventure while his hot touch spreads down my outer thigh. I huff into his mouth but that doesn't stop him from smacking his soft lips with mine and occasional poking of his tongue urges mine. Fuck, I needed an inhaler he was so determined and in control when he held my hips firmly into his I melted in his arms and whatever he wanted to do to me then and there would be done.

Unfortunately his hands and lips pried from mine leaving me craving more and itching to climb up his fit body and take his lips regardless. He wiped his mouth and his hands push down against his crotch area in attempts conceal his eagerness. He sighed low and looked my way with his blue eyes that send me messages of lust.

"Fuck." He mumbled low and into his hand.

I grin and sit up straight and eager. " Lets!" I reply cheerfully.

He rolls his eyes and his lips shed a small grin. " We can't. I..I shouldn't even have done any of...THAT!" He grows nervous and his arms flail into my direction trying to explain 'that'.

"But you did." I was drunk off of lust and wanted more it caused me to have a stupid grin wiped across my lips.

"YES. I am aware! I could get fired, Hazel." He ran both hands past his hair and I can see him re-evaluating his decisions.

I frown, he could get fired and it would be my fault more than his but it didn't change the amount of curiosity I had. " Then... Why'd you do it?"

His blue eyes widen and meet the green of mine, he was asking himself the same thing. "I gave myself reasons as to why I shouldn't... They didn't phase me."

He went down to his knees before me as I sit in my chair I felt the warmth of his hands on my thighs and he kept his gaze on me. My heart giggled with glee and heated up with infatuation, I couldn't contain the swelling my chest felt as if my heart was going to rip out any time soon.

His eyes soon fall and his lips curl inward while his thumb runs gentle circles against the skin of my outer thigh. "Did you... like it?"

I nodded softly in response with a small timid grin that bit my lip. " I'm not worth you losing your job Evans."

"Chris." He growled low and my thighs unconsciously press tighter together. "C..call me Chris."

"Chris, I'm not worth losing your career." I wasn't, i'm not worth so much fuss I was already put into a difficult situation that I don't deserve help in. "As much as I would like to kiss you again, you have a good job and a girlfriend. I'm not going to jeopardize that for you." I shift my self to stand from the chair and he too extends up from the ground hovering over me.

"We can keep a secret..." His arms snake around my waist and pulls me into his hips while his nose traces up my neck at a ever so slow manner that sent shivers down my spine. I loosen into his warm secure hold wanting more than just the teasing touch of his hot breath on my skin. I hold onto his biceps that could practically be ripping out of his dress shirt and lean into his chest trying to keep myself from pleading for him to kiss me.

"Just a little secret..." I whisper as I indulge into his arms hold and the strong, secure feeling of being cuddled into his chest with the hint scent of his cologne soothing all my worries away. This is what it felt to be lost in infatuation, it felt too good.

Detention was something I was going to find myself in much more nowadays.