Taking Chances

Mr. Way's classroom was a mess, like a paper bomb had been set off. There were pencil shavings on the tables, crude drawings on the freshly painted tables, paint and dirty paint brushes lying around. And no sign of Mr. Way. I sighed, disappointed and deprived, i dumped my bag next to the door; I might as well clean up. I got started on gathering all the papers and binning them. I glanced around the room, soon spotting what I was looking for. There were two doors at the back of the room; one leading out to the school grounds and the other supply closet I marched over to the closet, I'll admit i was still a bit grumpy, and yanked the door open; hoping to find a broom. I got something so much better.

Mr. Way was standing with his bare back to the door and his paint-smeared shirt was on the shelf in front of him. He had a wet cloth in his hands and he was trying and failing to scrub it clean. He didn't hear the door open, and i didn't make a sound; I doubted I could have if I wanted to. I felt my erection growing, the bulge in my jeans far too obvious. I bit down on my lip as Mr. Way's tight muscles rippled under his perfect white skin, captivating me. I heard a soft, longing moan and realized that it had come from me. I darted back out of the doorway and pressed my back to the wall next to the door, praying that Mr. Way hadn't seen it was me.

"Hello? Hey! Whose there?" Mr. Way strode out, his shirt still in his hand and a frown marring his gorgeous features. As his eyes landed on me and my bright red cheeks, plastered back against the wall, his eyes softened and he smiled. God his smile was perfect.

"Uhm I'm sorry Mr.Way, I-I didn't mean to interrupt-" He just shook his head and swung his shirt over his shoulder.

"It's okay Iero, no harm done." Mr. Way walked over to his desk and dumped his shirt onto his chair and turned back to face me. "Okay, get this crap cleaned up so we can get outta here." He grinned at me and my brain stuttered into gear. I just nodded and ducked into the store room, to get a cloth so i could wipe the tables; and to get my eyes off of my delicious teacher. I walked out to see Mr. Way bending to get a spare shirt out of his own backpack. I let my eyes rove over his body and watched captivated as he pulled his tee shirt on. It was plain black and sat snug against his skin.
I cleaned up quickly, keeping my hands busy and my thoughts on what i was doing; but it wasn't enough. I weighed the risks, and the consequences and decided that this man was definitely worth it. No matter what happened after; I was going to kiss Mr. Way.

When I'd finished, I walked over to where Mr. Way was leaning back against his desk, his arms crossed and a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. I walked straight up to him. I was resolved; I couldn't leave without at least a kiss. I had to have that one little thing; that one amazing thing, and then I would forget all this foolishness. Mr. Way looked at me curiously.

"Finished already?" Was he disappointed? Did he want me to stay? Well, I could only ask. I matched his smirk with one of my own and felt a thrill as I watched his stunning green eyes drop to my lips; his desire darkening them. I stepped right up against him, placed my hands on his desk on either side of his hips. I leaned slowly forward until my lips just brushed the soft soft skin of his jaw.

"I don't have to be." I could feel his whole body tense against mine and it sent delicious shivers over my skin. But his words were detached, belying his body's interest.
"What are you doing Iero?" I trailed my parted lips lightly along his jaw to the corner of his lips and leant back slightly to look into his eyes.

"My name is Frank, not Iero. And yours, Mr. Way?" I felt a shiver run through his body as I said his name.

"Gerard." He licked his lips slowly. I grinned.

"Wanna have some fun, Gee?"

Notes

Sorry its so short, wrote it during school. Another longer one should be up later today. Hope you enjoy in the mean time.

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