What Happens in Art Class...

“Mr. Way?” The nasally voice of the office attendant came through my intercom. I knew exactly what she was going to say, but considering that I found the whole thing annoying I decided to play dumb.
“Yes?”
“The principal would like to see you. We’ve sent a substitute down for you.”
As she said that the sub walked in. I already didn’t like her. She was some ditsy blonde who probably didn’t know the difference between tints and shades. I didn’t have a choice but to hand over the reins, though. The boss man had told me three hours earlier that he was calling me out to “discuss my employment.” I honestly had no idea what to expect, but I didn’t care either. He just wanted a chance to talk down to me more than likely.
“Ah, Mr. Way. Please go right on through.” The same attendant said as I walked through the office doors. I didn’t even look at her, choosing instead to walk past as if I didn’t hear her.
“Sit down,” Mr. High and Mighty Principal said. I did so silently and we sat there staring at each other for a while before he spoke, “Mr. Way have you been looking into any competitions to enter your students’ art in?”
Competitions? I knew the old teacher used to do one, and I always got some sort of award, but I had no information about it, “No sir. Was I supposed to?”
He smiled almost wickedly, “Well, in my eyes competitions are an excellent way to judge the performance of the teacher as well as the students. You might be able to secure a more permanent position here if your students do well.”
I definitely heard a threat in his voice, “And if they don’t?”
“Well, then perhaps you just aren’t the right man for the job.”
My eyes narrowed, “They’ll do great. Is that all you wanted to discuss?”
“For now. You’re dismissed.”
I stalked out of the office, but realized I was in no condition to go back to my class. Instead I went to the teacher’s lounge and drank a few cups of coffee. That managed to calm my nerves, so I returned to the classroom with just enough time for the kids to cleanup before the bell. Then I waited impatiently for the kids to file out so Frank could come be with me.
He curled up in my lap and kissed me without a word. Luckily that kiss melted my remaining worries and anger away, but it also got my thoughts headed in a strange direction. Frank never really bothered with formalities with me anymore. All of his hellos, goodbyes, and I love yous came in the form of a kiss. And those kisses happened quite frequently. I smirked at what a kissing fiend he’d become, and then he attacked my lips again. Okay, I needed to have some fun with this. I raised my eyebrow at him when he pulled away again.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused.
"Every time I see you the first thing you do is kiss me. I don't even get a hello anymore." I pretended to complain.
“Well excuse me for being happy to see you,” he said with an adorable pout. It made me want to kiss him.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” I explained as I brushed some of his soft hair to the side. Apparently this was the correct thing to say, because he smiled and kissed me again. “See? There you go again. You just can't keep your lips off me can you?"
“Well, I won’t say it isn’t a challenge…” he teased.
A challenge, eh? That sounded promising. There were so many wonderful things I could make him do if I could get him to actually make a wager on it…In fact, I had one specific thing in mind. And it happened to be with me. I placed my lips to his forehead with a smirk and said, “You wanna make a bet?”
“What kind of bet?” he asked warily.
“I bet you can’t go one full week without kissing me.”
He immediately began protesting, “What? But that makes us both miserable.”
“Let me finish. I can kiss you, though. As in, you just can’t initiate it.”
“But if you initiate it I can retaliate?” a grin spread across his face as I nodded, “Yeah, I think I can do that. What’s the wages?”
That was the fun part. I had a little surprise that I was saving for a rainy day. It was actually pretty expensive for such a small toy, but that was mostly because I ordered it online. It came from some obscure country. Not that I couldn’t find it in the US, I just like the idea of a foreign object better.
“Loser has to use one of my toys… This one, to be exact,” with that I reached into my desk and pulled out the little silver cock ring, switching it on with the remote so that is vibrated gently. “All day while the winner has the remote.”
His face scrunched up as he debated with himself. I could tell it was a difficult decision, but in the end his face lit up with hope. He actually thought he could win. No matter. He’d pay for that arrogance when I had him squirming in his classes fighting the urge to touch himself. Man that was a mouthwatering image…
“You’re on,” he said, grabbing my hand and shaking me out of my thought.
I, of course, had this whole process planned out before I even made the offer. Getting Frankie to crack would be an easy task, but I needed to start quickly. So instead of indulging his desire to have a romantic afternoon, I turned to some backed up paperwork. It was backed up for a reason. I hated paperwork, which only made the pout I laid on my lips feel much more real.
“Well, I guess I’ll be going now,” he said with a sigh as he climbed from my lap.
That wasn’t good. The sooner he left the less I got to tempt him, “Are you sure? It’s not even three thirty.”
He smirked and ran his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, triggering just a small bit of desire in me, “Yeah. You look busy and I wouldn’t want to distract you…”
There was something much too innocent about his voice. He wanted me to keep him there. Well, I wasn’t about to fall into whatever trap he thought he was setting. I smiled, “How thoughtful of you. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I felt pretty satisfied with that outcome. It would have been nicer if I could have kept him around, but he was being too tempting. If I gave in and kissed him then he would end up winning. I couldn’t have that. So I continued my silent taunting. He had time overnight to prepare himself, though. He didn’t leave early any other day, and even when I threw in an extra rule he managed to keep his lips away from mine. I had to figure out a new plan as soon as possible.
I realized my loophole Friday afternoon. Frank seemed ecstatic. He obviously thought he had won. Now, originally I had planned on relaxing at home over the weekend, but seeing as Frank hadn’t caved yet, I decided I needed to use it. If Frank thought he won, then he probably wouldn’t expect this trap. Only time would tell, but I knew there was no way I was wearing that damned contraption during my workday. The principal was on my case enough without me getting a boner in front of my entire class.
“Oh, Frank?” I called as he exited. He turned with a hopeful expression in his eyes, “I want to take you to dinner tomorrow. Would your mom allow that?”
To that his eyes lit up even more and he grinned, “Yeah, I can probably swing that.”
After a night of planning I found the perfect outfit and set up a time with Frank. He didn’t seem to suspect a thing. Otherwise he would have already backed out. The poor sap. I almost felt bad for taking advantage of his naivety, but he was practically begging for it. Anyway, I knew I was right about his oblivion when I found him waiting eagerly by his door. Sure enough, the first thing he did upon entering my car was plant a sloppy kiss on my lips.
I chuckled, causing him to pull away with a confused look, “I win.” I stated softly.
I waved to his mom who was once again watching us from the window and began to pull out as he shouted, “What?! How did you win?! The week ended yesterday. I didn’t kiss you until today!”
I then spent the whole car ride explaining to him the difference between a week and a business week. They are two separate things after all. It’s not my fault if he assumed the wrong one. He tried very hard to dispute my claim to victory. He even went as far as to accuse me of cheating. I did no such thing. By the time we reached the restaurant, however, he slipped into a sullen pout. I wanted to cheer him up, but I knew he was being childish. Okay, so maybe I was too. The point was that I won. And I liked victory.
A/N: Hey all! So, I hope that these last two chapters will sate you for a while. Gomennasai (sorry) for taking so long! *bows very low* BUT on the bright side in just two short months I will be in college! What on earth does this mean to you? It means I will have a steady internet connection and updates will be MUCH more frequent. Doesn’t that sound nice? It’s also helpful that my school is supplying me with an ipad air. That will make updating on the go much smoother.
So now I have a question for you guys. I know what I want to do, but if you aren’t interested I can go in a different direction. Should I elaborate on Ryan’s home life issues? Or should I leave it at Frank’s little peek at his scars? You decide. It’s your one chance to make him not seem like as much of a douche though. Hint hint. Anywho comment and vote and all that good stuff.

Notes

Hey all! So, I hope that these last two chapters will sate you for a while. Gomennasai (sorry) for taking so long! *bows very low* BUT on the bright side in less than two short months I will be in college! What on earth does this mean to you? It means I will have a steady internet connection and updates will be MUCH more frequent. Doesn’t that sound nice? It’s also helpful that my school is supplying me with an ipad air. That will make updating on the go much smoother.
So now I have a question for you guys. I know what I want to do, but if you aren’t interested I can go in a different direction. Should I elaborate on Ryan’s home life issues? Or should I leave it at Frank’s little peek at his scars? You decide. It’s your one chance to make him not seem like as much of a douche though. Hint hint. Anywho comment and vote and all that good stuff.

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