-Even a week after Arthur's ignorantly harsh rejection that he was so blissfully unaware of, he still found it hard to look in Arthur's eyes
and found himself avoiding him as much as possible if he could help it. Any kind of unpreventable meeting resulted in quick, curt responses
and focusing on a spot above his face before making an excuse to hurry off to somewhere where the people there actually enjoyed his company
. After that one text message that pretty much dragged his heart through hellfire-cobbled streets before dumping it into a ravine
of... zombie piranhas (he was beginning to run out of synonyms for 'bad'), it took until the next morning for him to reply with a bright
"Good morning, Artie! Rise and shiiine <3" and pretend like nothing had happened the night before,
even going so far as to bury the message within folders in folders on his phone.
However, this was a different case. The principal - the actual principal! - had called them both to his office and considering the fact
that he was his boss and all, he had to plaster a grin on his face and freeze it there, Arthur or no Arthur-
-Over the next week, he found Alfred beginning...to...avoid him? Why was that? He wasn't flat out trying to run away with him but their
conversations had only gotten shorter and even more awkward. In fact, it was disappointing him. Maybe Alfred really was finally sick of
him or disgusted with the kiss and his reaction afterwards...maybe he wanted to keep away from Arthur now. He wouldn't blame him in the
slightest bit at all. For a while, he was worried about the anon and he felt kind of bad. Maybe he liked his professor and he had offended
him by sending that message but he soon received a message telling him to rise and shine. He smiled a bit at that and quickly replied back
when he got up.- "So early, you daft idiot. Good morning though." -It was an afternoon a week after Alfred started avoiding him that he was
called into the principal's office. That was something he really wasn't expecting. Raising his eyebrows, he hesitantly headed there and
stiffened a bit at the sight of both the principal and Mr Jones. Did...he...figure out? Oh God...his whole school career...down the drain.
Yet he forced himself to give a false yet polite and practised smile before taking a seat next to Alfred- ...Is there something the matter,
sir?
-Turns to Arthur, holding his stiff smile in place, and greeting him as he came in. Answers the question before the principal could explain
even though the question obviously wasn't directed at him- Hey, Arthur. Say, how good do you think you are at Science? -Smile grows
just that little bit more forced and the fists on his lap clench tighter, digging into the soft flesh of his palms with his nails- Because
the boss over here says I ought to give you some private tutoring lessons. You know, to up your grades. -Clarifies the point, one half of
himself mentally shouting out at Arthur to refuse, but the other-- the other completely whole side of himself that still feels for him;
still sends him admiring text messages even after rejection; still watches Arthur's back wistfully as he walks away;
berates himself for even entertaining the thought of giving up any chance at alone time with Arthur-
-Hesitates at the mention of Biology and he stiffened, swallowing thickly as he remembered his recent grades. He knew very well how badly
they had been turning out. He bit his lip, still stiff and he gave a soft laugh, looking at the principal nervously- ...You can't be
serious, sir... I've...been trying my best... -Glances back at Alfred and sees just how clenched the man's fists were. He really couldn't
stand the sight of him...could he...? Yet...he gave a slight yet hesitant smile- ...Well...if it doesn't bother Mr Jones...then I suppose
I can take some time for tutoring...my grades are slipping. -Glances back down at the floor, trying to calm his breath-
-He blinked, fake smile slowly dropping in surprise. He didn't mind spending multiple afternoons with just the two together in
a room alone throughout the week? Even though it would be himself teaching him? Whatever happened to running out of his classroom
as soon as possible and being unable to bear him being near? Tilts his head slightly in confusion and raises an eyebrow as
he asks more needless questions, not quiet sure if Arthur knows what he's signing himself up for- Really? Are you sure? You do know
that means that you'll probably have to end up going out... with... me... -Looks off to the side
away from Arthur, wincing at his terrible word choice-
-Pauses for a moment before nodding. If there was anything that he hated more than avoiding Alfred...it was Alfred avoiding him instead.
He had continued on running because how distant Alfred was acting made him feel more nervous and made him feel as if he did more wrong
during Valentine's Day. He furrowed his eyebrows at the other's words, clenching his fists just a bit.- Of course I know that, Mr Jones.
Despite the fact that I'm failing your class...it...doesn't mean that I'm stupid enough not to know what agreeing to this is entailing. -He
shifted around a bit, looking back at the principal- ...But...I will be attending the tutoring sessions until I can pull up my grades again.
-As much as he fought it, he couldn't help the smile the pulled up his mouth as if it was as natural a reaction as breathing. The way Arthur
could come out with something so harsh, then patch it up with his very nature... Really made him sound like some lovesick sap. Relaxing
more than he's done for the entire past week, he allowed himself to lean back against his chair, watching Arthur with a raised eyebrow and
an almost wondering twist of the lips, only pulling his attention away to nod and voice his agreement with the principal's idea (like he was
even allowed to say no straight out to his boss like that). Figuring that, for Arthur to learn, they'd have to have some kind of working
civil relationship at the very least - and Arthur did agree to the plan, so that means he has to be down with cooperation in some way - he
resolved to start anew, anonymous texting notwithstanding, as soon as they left the office-
-He paused for a moment and he soon glanced up at the clock, soon hearing the bell of the last class ring which signalled the time for all
of the other students to leave. Though it seemed like he would be stuck in tutoring for a while...he could just give it a try once and see
how it turned out...to see if Alfred still acted in such a way around him during tutoring sessions. Afterwards he can decide whether he
wanted to skip or not. Though in all honesty, he just wanted to be closer to the other no matter how masochistic it all was. He really was
such a horrible fool. With a polite smile to the principal, he soon stood up and gave a small bow of his head.- Thank you for your time,
sir. -With that, he waited for Alfred to get up as well and honestly, he didn't know why he was waiting. Though...maybe...he could try to
mend things between them. He could make it so it was as if nothing ever happened between the both of them. That...would probably be for
the best. With that, he headed out of the office, still feeling a bit nervous-
((omg, you guys have no idea how much you're playing with my feelings. Almost cried... in public too!))
( ;w; )
(( ;u; B'awww ansdkj I'm stuck between being flattered or indecently amused ahaha ))
-Shoots a grin at the principal and a much more informal bye and a see you around before pivoting on a food to face Arthur, his
grin transforming into a more determined one, and gestures for the other to follow him out the door and a step to the left and out of
eye-shot. Once outside and (somewhat) alone, he thrust out a hand between them, smiling broadly and looking straight into his bright,
bright eyes for what felt like the first time in forever- Good mornin'! Alfred F Jones, here. Name and fact, please. -Makes his intent as
obvious as he can, certain that Arthur would understand and hopeful that that he'd follow along-
-Pauses for a moment, looking down at the hand and his heart hurt a bit at that. He knew that he was just trying to start over again but it
made it seem as if he wanted to forget about the kiss also. Though he definitely wouldn't blame him in the slightest bit. Soon he reached
forward and grasped Alfred's hand, shaking it- It's a pleasure...I'm Arthur Kirkland and I enjoy playing the guitar. -He said, hoping that
the other would go along with that. They...could at least...try starting over again. With a slight yet reserved smile, he finally let go
and headed towards Alfred's room. He was still nervous...but maybe it didn't have to be awkward.-
-Mentally stores away that information for exploitation at some other date when he has a guitar nearby; beyond positive that he would look
darn good with an instrument in hand. Bites his lip at the idea behind his back for a moment before striding forwards with larger steps
than usual to catch up to the slight lead he had- So... the guitar? What kind of guitar? -He asked, grinning, more than willing to flesh out
the attractive mental image. It felt a bit strange - in both a good and a bad way - to start from scratch with Arthur but the main catch
was the amount of times that he'd have to catch himself before teasing him and ruining it all. Which
was much, much harder than it sounded.
Pauses for a moment before smiling a bit, trying to put himself at ease. At least Alfred was trying his best to make things better for the
both of them even if it wasn't necessarily the result that he wanted in the end. He soon shrugged a bit, thinking back on his various
guitars.- Well, I play both acoustic and electric but my favourite is my electric six-string. She's absolutely gorgeous with the Union Jack
on it. She plays beautifully also. -Feels at ease about the thought of his guitar. It was always there as an escape from his problems and
even though he hadn't played it as often, he had always loved to sing and play with his guitar. Soon he stepped into the classroom, taking
a seat and he couldn't help but think that maybe...just maybe...this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe things could turn out for the better for
them both.-
-Eyes light up with amusement as he listens to Arthur refer to his guitar as a female- Really, Artie? She? -His smile softened, one
eyebrow quirking up slightly even as he looked at him more fondly than restarting anew really constituted for- You'll have to play
for me sometime. I'd love to hear it. -Slipping into his familiar classroom, he detoured from his usual station at the front and moved
instead to the desk in front of Arthur's; pulling out the chair until the back bumped into his table, he sat himself right on it until he
was straddling the backrest. Props his elbows upon it and rests his chin on lightly enclosed fists until
he was facing right at Arthur- So what's up on the agenda first?
-Sees the soft smile and pauses for a moment, flushing slightly before nodding. Maybe things really won't be bad. Maybe he really can do
this and he wouldn't have to be going around afraid of Alfred's reaction. Especially since he seemed more than willing to start things over
between the both of them.- Well...maybe I can give you a sample...though I might be a bit rusty. -Raises his eyebrows at just how Alfred
Arthur
was
sitting...how unprofessional. But he soon grabbed his Biology book, looking through it.- The digestive system along with some of the
enzymes produced during it.
-Slips his hands up to hide his mouth and the growing amused grin as he notices his reddening face. More than relieved that Arthur
appeared to be agreeable with the whole start anew idea so far. Leans forward to read the open page of his textbook upside down. Recognising
the section, he leant back to his original position- How'd you want to do this then? Just go through them and I'll help you when
you get stuck, or should we start from the beginning? -Unsure of Arthur's preferred way to study-
-Hesitates for a moment before thinking about it, trying to remember a few of the digestive enzymes. Glances back at Alfred and wonders if
this really is a good idea...he was just going to get distracted a lot by looking at Alfred. Soon looks back down at his notes and wonders-
Well...so for salivary amylase...that begins in the the salivary glands and the substrate is amylose...and I know that the products are
maltose and glucose at a pH of 7...but...when it comes to pepsin and pancreatic lipase...how do you remember that? I know those are
important ones. -Glances back up at Alfred with a hesitant and nervous smile- ...Bloody hell...I'm sorry...I'm so bad at this.
(( .... it feels like Food and Nutrition course all over again............ /sob ))
-Sends him an encouraging smile- Hey, come on, that was a great start. I'm sure putting anyone on the spot would mess up their answers
somewhat. -That's why pop quizzes were so much fun. For the teacher, anyway. Realising that this would go so much easier with pen and paper,
he leant over and rummaged through his bag for the notebook he kept for specific purposes like this. Upon finding it, he held it up in the
air for a second with a ta-daaaa~ then flipped open to the first blank page. Procuring a pen from his pocket, he proceeded to draw a little
diagram sideways so they could both read better- Okay, so far we have salivary amylase... -Draws a circle- aaand amylose -Adds an arrow
pointing to a square- ... and then? -He prompted, glancing up at Arthur, but then continues on without really giving him a chance to think
and answer properly. Draws in two lines branching off from the square- Alrighty, well s. amylase breaks down amylose into maltose and
dextrin. -Labels each shape accordingly as he says their names- So, basically, malt sugar and carbohydrates. Does that sound right?
-Spins the book to face Arthur and looks up at him, eyebrows raised slightly higher than usual, expectantly waiting for an answer-
-Pauses for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows a bit as he swallowed thickly, trying to take in everything. Fuck...it was already confusing
him but instead he gave a hesitant smile- Yeah...I suppose it sounds right. Then...there's pepsin which is...in the stomach? -Seems very
uncomfortable talking about Biology and instead focuses more on Alfred and looking at him than the material itself but soon gets back to his
senses.- That's...a protease enzyme which is most active in acidic pH...yes? Mainly in hydrochloric acid...-Bites his lip and trails off,
finding himself looking mainly at the other's lips with the reminder of salivary amylase. ...Fuck...he was going to ruin all of this again-
-Glances up from where he was jotting down Arthur's words when he goes silent, tilting his head a tad and lets out a questioning hum as
he notices Arthur looking at him. Blinks, staying still for a second, waiting for any kind of reaction and shrugging it off when he
doesn't respond- Check, check and cheeeck; you're all correct. So it breaks down food proteins into their components... Like what
and why for? -Mindlessly begins to doodle stars along one corner of the page-
-Bites his lip a bit harder at that- So...you can digest the food more easily and it breaks down... -Hesitates, trying to think more about
it but soon furrows his eyebrows, not exactly recalling it.- Um...-Glances back at Alfred, observing his lips and then up to his bright blue
eyes behind those lenses and that lovely blonde hair.- ...I don't remember, sir. -Looks a bit embarrassed though he glances at the page
that Alfred was doodling on and he soon reached forward, trying to pretend that he was curious about looking at the page. Instead he took
it as an excuse to lightly grab Alfred's hand so he could tilt the paper down so he could see it.- What is that...? -Lets his hand linger
on the other's hand for a moment. He really wished that he didn't want to always touch the other. The other didn't see him in that light.-
(( bless Arthur and his raging teenage hormonal delusions. :'D ))
-Snaps his head up at the surprising touch, drawing in a quick breath and staring at the other in shock, wondering if he actually meant to
or if it was just an accident. Eyes flicker down to their connected hands and back up to scrutinise his expression for any clue of his
feelings. Either Arthur was improving at hiding his emotions, or Alfred's skills were deteriorating, but he couldn't tell anything from
the scan of his face alone. Keeps his attention in the same spot, just watching, before continuing the lesson- It breaks the food proteins
down into smaller components like animo acids and peptide fragments. -Partly because he really wanted to, and partly to test out Arthur's
reaction, he smoothly flipped his hand and let the pen slip out of his palm in the same motion with the result of the two holding hands
palm-to-palm easily. Fighting a sudden rush of excitement and embarrassment accompanied with a light flush, he bowed over their
shared textbook to hide with an aura of concentration despite obviously being too close to read clearly-
-Notices that he really can't hide his emotions all that well when Alfred lets the pen slip out in a smooth motion which resulted in them
soon holding hands with palm-to-palm. Instead he flushes, feeling his heart beat a bit quicker and he knew that they should be starting
anew but he really couldn't help himself. Not like this. Instead he glances back at the book, nodding slowly- ...So...food proteins? They
break those down? -He asked for clarifications, finding himself lightly squeezing Alfred's hand and though he really didn't mean to do that
, he really couldn't help himself. He...wanted to feel more of the other and he was already feeling his heart race just having their palms
against each other. Soon he turned to look at the other man, smiling hesitantly- ...And trypsin is another protease...? -Looks at him, just
enjoying the sight.-
-Lifts his head away from the textbook enough to read the textbook and notes, but not enough so that Arthur could see his
face from his vantage point- Y... -His voice failed him and he was forced to awkwardly clear his throat as unobtrusively as possible
for once before continuing- Yep, proteins. A-and yeah, trypsin's another one. Sits in the pancreas. Can you complete trio and name
the last proteolytic enzyme? Hint: it starts with a 'C'! -Firmly pushing his racing heart to the side of his mind, he did his upmostnt-
to act like their clutched hands weren't right there even as he gently squeezed back in encourageme
-Pauses and thinks about it. Fuck...he only knew about trypsin and pepsin. He knew nothing about the third one...he was going to look so
foolish around the other. Though he supposed that if he continued without his tutoring, then he would only be failing more later on. He
had to take the chances because he really had no other ones. No one else he knew was really good at Biology yet the more he continued to
look at Alfred, the more he found himself to be distracted. His heart was racing and he tried to distract himself from his nervousness by
lightly rubbing his thumb along the top of Alfred's hand- ..I...don't know. -Whispers as he ran a hand through his hair, gripping just a
bit tighter. Distractedly, he licked his lips and glanced back up at Alfred's own.-
-Eyes widen slightly as his gaze refocuses on Arthur's lips and thoughts fly off in the opposite direction of their tutorial. As delightful
as they were - alone, and without the subject in front of him where the consequences of being caught were too great - he swallowed,
doing his best to reposition them back in the classroom- Come on, Arthur, concentrate. Think, think, we went over it a few times.
-Talking half to himself because, really, come on Alfred pay attention to what you're supposed to be doing and try not to think about
how Arthur's hand is suddenly- fuck, it's like he was made to distract- Chymo...? -He prompted,
more or less using Arthur to distract him from... himself-
-Still looks horribly confused as he looked at Alfred but was soon prompted and he tried his best to think about the answer though he was
still taking comfort in the other's hand. Hesitantly he let his leg go forward so he could brush their legs together lightly. Dammit! His
hormones were clouding his judgement but who could blame him? The man that he had been crushing on for quite a while now was right there in
front of him, so close. Though he tried to focus on the matter on hand.- ...Chymo...trypsin? -He tried, looking up at Alfred, needing some
kind of affirmation from the other.-
-Freezes up as the their legs touching before brushing it off as an accident, but not without moving his leg a titch forward all the while
pressing up against Arthur's first. Just to... try. And because it felt so good to touch him in any way especially after a week of
avoidance. Grants him a joyful smile at the answer- Eeeexactly! Any idea of where it's located? -Grabs his textbook one-handedly and
flips over to a page of the human body. Hands him a pen so he can point at the labelled organs-
-Can't help but raise his eyebrows at that though he lets the other press his leg up against his leg though he still reddened at the
feeling. Maybe he was just being affectionate or just a touchy person in general with anyone. . He couldn't really remember where the
chymotrypsin came from but... Soon grabbing the pen, he thought about it for a moment as he rested the tip of it on his lip. Soon he
glanced over at Alfred and brought the pen forward, lightly pressing it against his own lips before trailing it down the other man's chest
slowly. Soon he let it press gently against the pancreas.- ...Here, sir?
-Too busy staring at Arthur and being confused and basically just wondering what on earth just happened, what's he doing and-
oh his lips are moving- Wai- -Coughs into a fist before starting again- Wait, what? What'd you just say? A- uhm... -Lets out a nervous
laugh, face completely red. Runs a hand through his hair to collect his thoughts first. Looks down at the desk and stares at the
pen, not really registering it. Swallows and slowly glances back up into Arthur's face, trying to think of a way to voice his thoughts
ambiguously in case he was wrong- Did you... want something from me?
-Hums a bit, reddening just slightly though he tries to keep composed about all of it. Instead he adds more pressure against the other's
pancreas though not much- ...I asked if the chymotrypsin came from here? -Lightly gnaws at his bottom lip. He really didn't want to see
like he was...flirting with the other man. Though he actually kind of was doing so. Hesitantly he pulled the pen away, wondering just
why the hell he decided that it would be a good idea to put his pen there. Fuck...that was absolutely embarrassing...-
... Oh, okay. -Slightly disappointed actually. Despite the whole thing about starting anew, he wasn't really
any good at it. His shoulders dropped along with his gaze and he just stared at the anatomy figure for a
second before sighing through his nose and looking back up at Arthur. One side of his lips twist up in a lopsided
smile- Good work, Artie. You're on a roll.
-Brushes their legs just a bit more again before he gave a small smile to Alfred and why was he continuing on doing this? He was going to
get caught again and he wouldn't be surprised if he got sent to the office or detention or maybe even a fucking restraining order. That
would be absolutely horrible.- Ah...well...this is all I can remember actually. -Lets out a nervous chuckle- Except for that the mouth
starts the mechanical digestion. -Points to his lips-
-Eyes flicker down and up quickly as if he was able to see through the table. Completely unsure as to how to take his movements. Examines
his expression carefully for any telltale signs but fails terribly at figuring anything out- What about the lipases? Remember any of those?
-Watches him point to his mouth, silently berating himself for even thinking things that oh, yes, lots of things start at the mouth and-
more thoughts along those lines that progressively become more and more indecent and time to snap out
of these thoughts and concentrate on Arthur's schooling, self-
-Freezes up at the mention of the lipases and soon gives a hesitant smile though he pulled his leg away, afraid that he was being a bit too
forward.- ...I-I don't know...Mr Jones...can...I possibly take a break? -Questions, really needing a smoke right now to calm his mind and
so he could just think correctly. Realise that what he was doing was -bad- and just fuck...he really, really needed a break on the school
rooftop for right now- This...Biology content is just a lot for me to process. -Says, looking a bit nervous about it all though he tries to
keep calm about it.0
*-
-Surprised by his expression as he asks for nothing more than a break. It was just a break, after
all- Sure! Personally, I could take a time out too. -Leans back and stretches against the unused table
with a groan- Mind if I join you? -Grins at him, half wanting to because it's been ages since they'd last properly
talked and half because there was probably no one about right now-
-Gives a hesitant smile at that before nodding.- Of course, sir. -With that, he stands up and starts heading up to the school roof quietly,
already reaching into his trouser pockets for something. When he got up to the roof, he let out a soft sigh as he looked down at the campus
below. He really needed this break...it was definitely a lot being around Alfred in such a close proximity with his stupid smile and stupid
everything. Soon he pulled out a pack of fags and an lighter. Grabbing one, he placed it in his mouth before torching the end and taking
in a deep breath of the nicotine. Fuck that felt nice.-
-Smells the scent of cigarettes in the air and his eyes widen then narrow into a frown as he locates the source.
Dashing forward the couple of steps between them, he physically grabbed Arthur around the torso, successfully pinning
his arms to his side and saving his soon to be damaged lungs from the smoke. Frown deepens and he growls lowly in his ear, letting his
hatred of smoking be heard- Arthur. What on earth are you doing? -Allows a touch of venom to seep into his voice-
-Was definitely not expecting for Alfred to react so quickly and roughly. Honestly, he didn't think that the other would have a problem
with it. It was just so common in England that it took him by surprise that there might be others who were extremely against it. He
lightly struggled against the other, uncomfortable and needing more of the nicotine- What does it look like I'm doing, Mr Jones? I hope
you're not blind as well. -Mumbles, watching as his poor fag was slowly burning itself up. He paid good money for that... Why was the other
so against it though? It wasn't as if he was doing that to Alfred's body-
-Tightens his arms at the movement, displeased at the turn their break had gone- Looks like you're doing something that should
be left well enough alone. Stop blowing that thing, damnit, it's no good. -Continues holding him in place, no intention of letting go
until he drops the stick of nicotine and preferable steps on it too so the air stops smelling of the god awful substance-
-Frowns in displeasure at that, just wanting to have a smoke in peace but decided that if he wanted to slow down his pounding heart, he
would have to drop the fag. So quietly, he let the fag drop and he winced a bit when he saw that it was a perfectly good one wasted.- I
hardly see the problem with it, Mr Jones. -Mumbles, still frowning.- I was trying to smoke downwind from you.
-Huffs and keeps his arms around him, shifting slightly to make the position more comfortable for the both of them and hold him closer-
Doesn't mean I'll just stand here and watch while you slowly destroy your body, Art. -Tsks and looks off to the side, subconsciously resting
his chin on Arthur's shoulder. Stares off into the distant sky for a few long seconds before talking again- Besides, Arthur, you're rather
important -to me, he added mentally- and I'd hate for you to hurt your body, even by yourself and internally-
-Is held closer and decides that he would let it go for this once. Leans a bit closer to him, taking in a slow breath as his body shook a
bit from the lack of nicotine all day.- ...Mr Jones... -Murmurs softly, biting his lip lightly.- I'm fine... -Mumbles though he knew that he
definitely wouldn't be if he kept on the rate that he was smoking- Thank you for...b-being concerned, Mr Jones...but I know how to take care
of myself. -A bit red from just being so close-
-Smiles as Arthur doesn't stubbornly push him away. Misconstruing Arthur's shake as being cold and torn them around a tad so he
gets the brunt of the wind- Regardless, Artie, I'd like to make sure you're as safe as can be. -Pauses before adding- And, hey,
what did I say about names in private? Mr Jones is so boring and stuffy.
-Still shakes a bit though he finally looks up at Alfred with a small frown. Soon enough though, he stepped on the fag with his foot,
grinding it down a bit so it could be put out before hesitating.- ...You're an idiot, Alfred. -Mumbles with a small blush, frustrated.-
Why...are you so damned caring and concerned and nice? -Seems a bit aggravated with this...because his heart won't stop beating from the
other's concern for him-
-Stares at him in surprise at his outburst, puzzled as to why those qualities would be brought into question as if they were wrong and
different. Tilts his head in confusion and prompts him to explain himself- What...? But you're nice too, in your own way? -Pauses,
mentally debating whether or not to continue. Buries head in his shoulder, mumbling- And I like the way you are. -Absolutely refuses by
pure willpower to blush from the embarrassing remark nor Arthur in his arms or the thoughts in mind.-
-Scoffs a bit at that, slowly yet hesitantly wrapping his arms around Alfred's body...the other must have found him disgusting in a way.
Especially with how he reacted when he smoked. He probably smelled horrible to the other but he just kept close and he had no idea why.
Why was he clinging onto him when they were supposed to be starting off on a new foot? Why is it that when they try starting off anew,
Alfred managed to do something that made his head dizzy and his heart pound in his chest? Instead he held him close and kept him close,
breath a bit shaky as he blushed.- ...I...don't understand why you would like me the way I am...
-Pulls him tighter against him, into more of a comfortable position as opposed to a restrictive one. Continues to speak into the same spot
at the base of Arthur's neck, resisting the urge to verbally display his happiness and excitement and nervousness filling his every inch
with their current connection- You don't need to, Arthur. Just trust me when I say I do. -Smiles into the expanse of skin in
front of him, burying his embarrassment with the butterflies deep down-
-Pauses for a moment before finally drawing him closer to himself, just holding him close. His own heart was pounding in his chest but he
really couldn't help himself. Takes a few deep breaths, just...happy...happy that he was being held this close by his professor. Instead
he lightly presses a kiss to the side of his head and he knew that he shouldn't do it. He was a bit afraid of Alfred's reaction but he
tries to keep himself calm. Though dammit...it was just so scary and he felt like he couldn't breathe but at the same time he was just so
happy.- ...Alfred... -Sighs softly, smiling a bit- ...Fine...you win this round...
-Breath hitches when he feels the press of lips before relaxing with a sigh, relishing in the feel of Arthur against him. Decides
after a few long minutes of companionable silence that their current position was probably the best chance that he'd ever get to
returning his Valentine's Day gift. Inhaling deeply and screwing his eyes shut for a second to gather courage, he pulled away just
enough to use a hand to tip Arthur's chin up the slightest angle and look at him directly. Silently asks for permission as he
glances between his lips and back, making his intention obvious, and leaning in a fraction as he does so-
-Enjoys the few long minutes of companionable silence and just closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the other against the wind. Even if
he didn't have any of the nicotine boost that he wanted...he could feel his shaking die down. Yet soon opens his eyes again when Alfred
pulls away just enough to place his hand near his chin. Breath hitching at that, he could see the very intention of the other. Did Alfred
really want that? Was he just misreading? But it was just so obvious...but...it couldn't be... Despite this he finds his eyes start
closing and breath soft. Slowly he leant in closer to the other though still nervous.-
-Resists the urge to punch the air in victory when he begins to respond - and not in a negative fashion. Swallowing and running a tongue
over his lips one last time, he took in one more breath before leaning forward the rest of the way to awkwardly press their mouths together,
holding the position for a second, more or less shocked that he'd actually had the courage and the complete disregard of school rules
to do so. Moves his lips in a rather short kiss before shyly pulling back again to take stock of Arthur's reaction-
-Freezes up for a moment when their mouths are pressed awkwardly together and despite knowing that it was coming, it still came as an huge
surprise to him. After a few moments though, he lightly pressed back against the kiss though extremely shy despite everything. Feeling
Alfred pull away from his lips, he looked up at him. Was...this really happening? Was Alfred...really kissing him? It must have been some
kind of dream again and it would end up embarrassing because he would either be at home waking up in bed or moaning by accident in front of
the class once more. Yet despite this, he reached up and lightly tugged him forward, pressing his lips against Alfred's again lightly
though he was still nervous.-
-Unable to resist the tiny grin that settles itself firmly on his lips at his show of initiative, he pushes forwards, throwing away half
his insecurities, and loses himself in claiming more of Arthur's mouth. The silent permission grant from the boy he'd lusted after for
much longer than was proper was enough to make him nervously ecstatic, urging his body to fulfil his dreams and wishes to the
full, inappropriate or otherwise. Carefully controlling himself, he slowly trailed his hands down to rest at his lower back, using the
new position to press himself against him just that little bit more-
-Reaches up to grasp at the back of Alfred's hair, soon stepping forward a bit so he could press himself back against Alfred's own body.
To think...that Alfred was actually kissing him. Alfred of all people...his professor...his horribly handsome professor. The man that he
just couldn't keep his eyes off of. The man that plagued his dreams and made his heart burn with such an pleasurable heat. To think that
Alfred was satisfying everything that he wanted. It couldn't be a dream and if it was, it was the most real dream he ever had. The warmth,
the wind blowing at his blonde locks, the heat of Alfred's lips...everything. In a small show of confidence, he lightly nipped at Alfred's
lips thought only for a moment, maybe even teasing before pulling away, panting softly-
-Muffles a low groan quickly before it could come to life by quickly pecking Arthur once more before moving down and across to press his
lips to the side of his neck where he focussed primarily on making a mark for all to see for no more reason than: damn you, he wanted to.
Gently brushing a satisfied smile back and forth along the newly formed token, he finally left the one spot alone. Nips at the skin just
above the collar of his shirt, then soothes the hurt with his tongue before remembering himself and raising his head level with
Arthur's, allowing the pleased smirk to dance across his lips as he surveyed his handiwork-
-Was definitely not expecting for Alfred to start making a mark on his neck and he was going to push him away while he still had sense but
the moment that he felt the other suck and nip at the skin, he felt his body go a bit slack at that though his fingers clutched on Alfred
just a bit tighter.- A-Ah... -Moans softly as the mark was made on his neck. Fuck...that felt really, really good. Breath shuddering a bit
, he leant closer to the other's mouth. He really didn't even care that others would see it (of course he would care later). Soon when
his professor pulled away, he looked up at the other before reddening. D-Did...he...just let Alfred do that? Especially when he had class?
Lightly slapping his upper arm in embarrassment, he frowned as he covered his mark- Mr Jones...! The other students will see this! -Though
surprisingly enough, he really didn't mind.-
-Eyes darken slightly at the moans, mentally filing away his reaction as a indicator of sensitivity. Smirk morphing into a grin,
he dove in to kiss his cheek on the way to his ear, whispering lowly for him to hear before the wind was able to snatch away
any words and ruin the moment- Let them see. -The very idea of having a public, visible claim on him was a delicious thought.
Pulling back to take a look at Arthur, all mussed up and less than impeccably neat, he surrendered to his desires and pulled him closer,
taking the chance to reclaim his lips in a kiss deeper than any they'd had before-
-Can't help but gasp as he heard the other's words in his ear and who knew that Alfred had this side to him. HE always seemed to be such an
completely sweet man but when he listened to him now...all he noticed was just how devious he was. And fuck...it somewhat aroused him.
To really think that he was being so mussed up was definitely an alien thought. Finally decides that it was no time to be the shy student
in all of this. Not when he had wanted this for a very long time. So instead he reached up to pull Alfred's head even closer, kiss deeper
than before as he tilted his head and pressed his lips harder against his.- Mm... -Nips at his lips again, pressing their bodies fully
against each other.-
-Inhales sharply through his nose with the sudden movement, instinctively freezing up momentarily before practically melting with a
moan at the feel of the younger man pressed against him. Tightening his arms around him, he pushed forward into the kiss, automatically
tilting his head in the opposite direction for a better angle. Coherent thought almost completely banished from his mind, he pulled away
slightly to stare and admire at him in muddled want for a long second, panting heavily. Never expecting that Arthur would ever return
his feelings - love, lust or otherwise - he almost felt confused about how to continue, not having
planned beyond being slapped for indecency-
-Enjoys the kiss for a long moment and loving the feel of their lips together but soon pulls away as well, just panting softly as he looked
up at his professor. He hadn't really ever expected Alfred to actually...go ahead and kiss him. It was actually the farthest thing he
thought that he would ever do. Soon takes in an small breath, cheeks still red. What now...? What do they do now that...they kissed? Was
he going to wake up now? Or...? How did they go forward? After all...it...wasn't really an legal relationship or anything, no matter
how young of an teacher Alfred was. The nervousness settled back into his green eyes.-
-Decides that since they've already gone this far, they might as well continue and see where that takes them. Relaxing his arms around
Arthur, he leant forwards and rested their foreheads together, casually slipping in a quick peck every few seconds. Looking into his eyes
with a mixture of anxiety and stubborn determination, he posed the question that he'd been putting off for quite a while to him- So
what... do you want to do now? -Glancing down to the floor and back, he held his gaze for a moment before
smiling softly at him, trying to convey his wishes, legal or not-
-Leans forward a bit as well, finally managing to relax though his heart was still racing in his chest. Feeling the other rest his forehead
against his own, he let out a soft breath over Alfred's lips. To think...just...to think that they actually...were...were they together?
He took a small breath before looking up at Alfred with an small smile- ...Well...I would like a smoke though I'm certain you're not very
approving of that... -Pauses for a moment and shift around- ...So...does this mean that...you know...we're together...? -Sounds very
hesitant on the last part. What if he was interpreting this all wrong?-
-Breath hitches at that, internally excited beyond belief, but unwilling to let any of it out until he's absolutely, completely, totally
sure. It sounded almost as if Arthur himself wanted to... to be together with him. The phrase pulled at his heart in long-repressed
desire and he just couldn't wait until the day that maybe, maybe Arthur would say 'yes' to his proposal and-- he quickly cut his daydream
short, remembering himself and his location and he should really get along with it now, shouldn't he? Stares him straight in the eyes,
swallowing once before continuing- W-well... Depends if you- do you-- -Keeps cutting himself off; the sentences were just coming out all
wrong. Grits his teeth and goes for the classic line instead- Willyougooutwithme? -Shouts it out all in one breath, tapering off to a near
whisper in the end. Subconsciously tightens arms around his waist in a vague attempt to commit the feel of his body against
his own for the lonely nights after rejection-
-Feels that anticipation claw at him as he waited for Alfred's answer though he couldn't even bring himself to move from foot to foot as he
waited for his reply. Did he say the wrong thing? Fuck...he was just so nervous. He soon took an hesitant breath but jumped up in
surprise when he heard Alfred suddenly shout at him his confession, which seemed to taper off to an whisper in the end. Did...he hear
that correctly? Feels his cheeks warm at that before he tried to calm his heart. In the end, Alfred still seemed to be young at heart...
definitely not much older than himself. Certainly he was his professor but that didn't matter to Arthur...not when he noticed that Alfred
still had the same exuberance and liveliness as other students. Alfred really wasn't that much older than himself in hindsight. So...-
It's a complete breaking of the school rules...Mr Jones. -Mumbles before finally looking over at the other, feeling just how he was gripped
a bit tighter. Sighs softly and relaxes against him- ...But I suppose...I will just say yes to your proposal. -Because in the end, he
wanted it-
-Feels his heart unclench and lets free a lungful of air he didn't even realise he was holding with the last addition to his
sentence. It took another beat for his mind to properly absorb the information at which point he basically lit up in excitement; grin taking
over his face. Finally removing his hands from around his waist in favour of grabbing his upper arms just a touch tighter than
usual- Really? Do you mean that? Are you sure?! -Voice unconsciously rising in pitch and volume with each sentence. Really just
wanted some kind of absolute, concrete statement before the urge to kiss the boy became too strong to resist-
-Finds himself actually a bit surprised with the other's grin and he swallowed thickly. He must certainly be imagining this. It was too
good to possibly be true. Despite this, he found himself stiffen a bit as his upper arms were grabbed though he tried to relax himself.
With a small smile and a soft scoff, he glanced away in embarrassment- ...Don't yell...daft idiot. I wouldn't have said it at all if I
didn't mean it. -Admits, still extremely nervous and embarrassed and was this really happening?
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