Mickhail’s words lingered in Caleb’s mind. He was so disoriented. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest as if it had somehow slipped out from under his ribcage. The proximity of the boy was beginning to affect his breathing and the color of his face. Do I want it? He remained silent, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. But does it matter? He could overpower me and do whatever he wants. Why not just give it to him? Maybe I’ll be able to salvage a sliver of my pride. Caleb did not say a word as he stepped closer to the other, a hint of either frustration or nervousness in his eyes. Quickly, he reached around the taller man, gripping a handful of his hair. The blackette pressed their lips together momentarily before pulling back. He straightened his coat and repositioned his scarf, shoving the younger out of the way. He continued walking as if nothing had happened.
The younger man watched in amusement as a number of emotions flicked across Caleb’s face. After sticking somewhere between flustered and discomfited, Mickhail felt the man’s hands snake up and tug forward a handful of his hair. Lips pressed quickly against lips. Though the kiss obviously lacked a good amount of forethought and skill, the boy grinned after the older man pulled away. Adorable. Being pushed aside, the young man strode quickly after the teacher, settling into a content smirk. “So cute.” He laughed, slinging an arm around the man. “You called me a tease. Yet here I am: the one wanting more.” Emerald eyes shadowed with desire trailed to look at Caleb’s lips, itching for more contact. Mickhail smiled smugly, “At least I know you want me.” He chuckled once again, tugging the man in closer.
Blue hues darted to the arm that was now hanging carelessly off of his shoulder. Caleb rolled his eyes, slipping out from underneath Mickhail’s arm. “Don’t get too full of yourself.” He glanced up at the other, forcing a look of pure bemusement. “And don’t call me cute. Learn your place, kid.” The shorter male sighed, shrugging his small shoulders. “It was a one time thing, I wanted to try it.” He looked up toward the academy’s steeple, slightly quickening his pace. “Don’t count on getting more. That requires my getting into bed with you, and that won’t be happening.” Pausing, he looked at the other, frowning. “That doesn’t necessarily mean that I suddenly ‘want’ you, either.” He scowled, shaking his head. Though seemingly mature, Mickhail sometimes did have the mind of a child.
Mickhail sighed loudly, listening to the man’s retort. Yet a smile permeated the look of disdain. Impressive, the number of ways to shoot me down available in his repertoire. “Don’t be so stingy.” He jammed his hands in his pockets, fingertips slowly growing numb. “It’s almost cruel.” Following his companion’s gaze to the steeple of the school, acknowledging the hastening of their pace, a thought sparked in Mickhail’s mind. “Are you…” His gaze swapped between the academy and the man, “Are you trying to get away from me? As fast as we may get to the school, I’ll still be able to get to you once we’re there. The campus may be large, but I will find you.” He chuckled again, eyes set in determination. “I have intent. I have purpose. You’ve left me wanting more and I’m set out to get it.” Don’t underestimate me.
“Stingy?” The blackette turned, eyebrows knitting at the comment. “I’m stingy because I don’t want you to ram your body parts inside of me? Oh, all right. That makes perfect sense. Thank you, ever so much, for clarifying, Mr. Mickhail.” A frustrated sigh slipped from between Caleb’s lips as he continued. He had contemplated running one more time in order to lose the student, however, he soon came to the realization that it would be a futile endeavor. “I’m not trying to run…” The shorter male stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face the student who towered over him. “More? Tell me, Mickhail, have you ever heard of a crime called sexual harassment?” The male blinked slowly, gripping the student’s collar. “You’re lucky I kind of like you though…”
Ram my body parts? “That’s a fairly vulgar way of putting that, is it not?” Mickhail cocked an eyebrow half in disapproval, half in mockery. Teasing this man, flustering him is far too easy, far too enjoyable. He smirked as Caleb let a sigh slip by. The hands wound in his shirt collar, though, had him nearly grinning. This fire. This is what I’m looking for. "I wouldn’t consider it sexual harassment if you enjoy it." He leaned in closer, hands slinking up to wrap around the teacher’s wrists. "And I’m thoroughly convinced that you do.” Attempting to push closer, the younger settled into a warm smile, “‘Kind of’ liking me is a start, anyway, and that’s good enough for me.” For now. Eying his companion’s lips, he lapsed back into a smirk. Maybe if I’m fast enough, I can get away with it. He quickly closed the gap between their lips, enjoying again the tantalizing feeling that rushed through his nerves. Pulling away, his smile remained steadfast. Even if he kills me. It was well worth it.