What Happens in Art Class...

Gerard and I seemed to get off scott free. Nobody ever confronted him, and Mom didn’t give any more strange remarks about my sexuality. Before I knew it September was over, and then just a short couple of weeks later my grounding sentence was too. I was still pretty careful, though. No need to raise more suspicion by running off to Gerard’s and disappearing every day. Mom would re-ground me for sure.


So I stuck to the usual cuddling and talking and all that cute stuff. However, on the day that Gerard started shooting me seductive, questioning looks all hour I knew it was time to take a little after school field trip. There was just the matter of getting a cover up past Mom. I took out a note book and wrote a quick note before sliding it over to Ryan.


Hey, you think you might be able to act as a cover-up for me today? My gf’s been bugging me to come over.


He studied the note and then my pleading face for a moment before writing back:


Yeah, no problem. But you owe me ;)


I didn’t even want to think about what he wanted in return. I was just happy that I was going to be able to go to Gerard’s again…Provided Mom gave me permission. But she really had no reason not to. I was her trustable little baby again. I turned happily to my project only to realize that it was causing me a lot of trouble. And this is where I made my slip.


I raised my hand for help, but he was hunched over his desk. He told us early on in the year that if there was a time like this we should feel free to get his attention verbally. So that’s what I did.


“Hey, Gee……..” Yeah. I did that, “I, uh, I mean Mr. Way?” I knew my face had to be an extremely bright red. Even worse, I knew Ryan had to have noticed. Hopefully he didn’t read too far into it.


“Yes Franklin?” Gerard said, sounding perfectly like an indifferent teacher.


“Uh…Can you help with my painting? I can’t get this color right…”
He did just what I asked and got the perfect color on his first try. I always did envy his amazing art skills. I could feel Ryan’s eyes on me the whole time, though. It made me feel really uncomfortable.

…


“Thanks, Mom! I guess I’ll see you tomorrow!” I hung up my phone and smiled at Gerard.


“So, what’d she say?”


“She said that since it’s Friday I might as well spend the night.” Okay, that wasn’t necessarily true. She told me to just go ahead and stay at my “boyfriend’s” house because she knew what teenage boys did. I was once again left wondering if she knew about Gerard or if she thought Ryan and I were dating. Either way, it was really embarrassing.


“That’s great,” he said, kissing me lightly. I decided to deepen this and wrap my arms around his neck. Somewhere along the way we transitioned to a position where I was straddling his lap, our semi-erections gently pressed together and our lips and tongues all but inseparable. Okay, maybe we were being a little eager. Not having much sexual content for almost a month can do that to a couple of young guys. Too bad this was the absolute wrong place at a pretty wrong time.


“I knew it!” The voice came from the door of the art room. How had we forgotten to lock it?! I whipped my head around to see none other than Ryan standing there with a smug look.


“R-Ryan!” I exclaimed, “Uh….Kn-knew what?”


“That you’re fucking the teacher, of course.”


“B-but…No I’m not,” Okay, that was lame even for me.


He laughed, “Uh-huh. Sure you’re not.” He shut the door and strolled forward, sitting on the desk closest to us. Both Gerard and I were frozen to the spot. “So how long’s it been going on?”


“Ryan,” Gerard spoke in a calm voice, “You’ve gotten the wrong impression. I’ve never slept with this student. That would be illegal and against school policy.” I made a note to ask him about that illegal bit later. I could have sworn he said before that it wasn’t.
Ryan tilted his head to the side, “I’ll play along. If you really haven’t, then…Why not? The entire situation is in your control. If nothing else you could lock the door and have a freaky afternoon on your desk.”


A small smile crept to Gee’s face, “Frankie makes too much noise for that to work.”


“Ha! So you admit it!”


I sighed and moved to a better sitting position, “Yeah, so? What do you mean by ‘I knew it’ anyway? How did you know?”


He laughed, “As if you need to ask. Let’s see…You’re way over protective when I talk about him, you stay after school every day, I always see you looking at each other in class,” he ticked the reasons out on his fingers as he went, “And…um…Oh yeah. A couple weeks ago I walked in here because I forgot something….And I heard some very questionable noises from the supply closet. You only confirmed my theory with your little slip of the tongue today. Didn’t he, Gee?”
I felt my face heat up as his words sunk in. We were caught. Just not by somebody who would immediately do something. But that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. I was almost scared to ask, “What are you gonna do now that you know?”


He seemed to consider this for a bit, “Well…It would be no fun to turn you in…Hmmm….I’m not sure. I’ll think of something that I want out of you. For now, go back to what you were doing. I don’t mind.” He winked before walking out of the room.


I was genuinely afraid of what he was going to ask for. It could be anything, and we wouldn’t have much luck in refusing him. Blackmail. Of the worst kind. That’s what it was. And it had completely ruined the mood. Still, I wasn’t about to let that ruin my plans for the weekend
“C’mon, Gee. Let’s go to your house.” He nodded and we left.

Notes

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