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Title: Substitute Teacher 3/?
Prompt: 265 - discovery
Character/Pairing: Ryou Bakura, Ryuuchi "Roy" Graves, "Bri".
Word Count: 402
Rating: T+
Warnings: Implied graphic content of the slash (male/male) kind.
Summary: When Bakura's American Literature teacher takes a two week leave, he's surprised at who his substitute teacher is.
Note: Roy is an OC and so is Bri (Brian) . Also, Bakura's PB is & will always be Toby Hemingway to me. Also! Roy is 21 and Bakura is 18. (I aged him up a little.)
The walk home wasn’t so bad for Bakura. He didn’t mind it, seeing as it gave him some time to think. Part of him was a little worried since Roy wasn’t waiting for him after school when he mentioned that he could drive him home earlier that morning. His mind jumped to weird places, wondering if Roy was sick or hurt or maybe he lost the job for some reason.
By the time he arrived home, he was beginning to feel sick with worry. Bakura kept hold of his messenger bag as he opened the door and cautiously took a look around, pushing the door shut behind him. Things were quiet. Roy’s car was out front though, so maybe he was asleep. Bakura hoped he was okay…
He made his way around the corner down the short hallway and stopped in front of Roy’s door, one hand poised to knock when he froze. The door was already slightly ajar and from where he was standing, he could see inside. What he saw made him feel like he was jabbed in the heart.
Roy was lying on the bed, head back and eyes closed with no glasses on his face while his navy button down was hanging open. But what hit Bakura hardest was the fact that straddling his lap was someone. He didn’t recognize who. All he could see was a bare back, jeans, black sneakers, and short dark hair. It definitely wasn’t a woman, Bakura determined. But gender didn’t matter; what mattered was how much it hurt him to look.
Except, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. He just stood in the hallway, slack jawed and in awe. Each passing second seemed to hurt more and more.
The guy shifted slightly and immediately half of a groan reached Bakura’s ears. “Stop being a tease, Bri.”
“So the tables have turned.” Bakura knew that wasn’t Roy’s voice. It was slightly higher and lighter, but with just as much amusement in it. “Maybe you should ask politely.”
Just as ‘Bri’ shifted his arm, another groan slipped from Roy before he said, “Please.”
Bakura didn’t need to see anymore after that. He knew what was going to happen and quickly moved a little more down the hallway to his own room, quietly shutting the door and dropping his bag to the floor before he collapsed face down in his bed with a sob.
Prompt: 265 - discovery
Character/Pairing: Ryou Bakura, Ryuuchi "Roy" Graves, "Bri".
Word Count: 402
Rating: T+
Warnings: Implied graphic content of the slash (male/male) kind.
Summary: When Bakura's American Literature teacher takes a two week leave, he's surprised at who his substitute teacher is.
Note: Roy is an OC and so is Bri (Brian) . Also, Bakura's PB is & will always be Toby Hemingway to me. Also! Roy is 21 and Bakura is 18. (I aged him up a little.)
The walk home wasn’t so bad for Bakura. He didn’t mind it, seeing as it gave him some time to think. Part of him was a little worried since Roy wasn’t waiting for him after school when he mentioned that he could drive him home earlier that morning. His mind jumped to weird places, wondering if Roy was sick or hurt or maybe he lost the job for some reason.
By the time he arrived home, he was beginning to feel sick with worry. Bakura kept hold of his messenger bag as he opened the door and cautiously took a look around, pushing the door shut behind him. Things were quiet. Roy’s car was out front though, so maybe he was asleep. Bakura hoped he was okay…
He made his way around the corner down the short hallway and stopped in front of Roy’s door, one hand poised to knock when he froze. The door was already slightly ajar and from where he was standing, he could see inside. What he saw made him feel like he was jabbed in the heart.
Roy was lying on the bed, head back and eyes closed with no glasses on his face while his navy button down was hanging open. But what hit Bakura hardest was the fact that straddling his lap was someone. He didn’t recognize who. All he could see was a bare back, jeans, black sneakers, and short dark hair. It definitely wasn’t a woman, Bakura determined. But gender didn’t matter; what mattered was how much it hurt him to look.
Except, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. He just stood in the hallway, slack jawed and in awe. Each passing second seemed to hurt more and more.
The guy shifted slightly and immediately half of a groan reached Bakura’s ears. “Stop being a tease, Bri.”
“So the tables have turned.” Bakura knew that wasn’t Roy’s voice. It was slightly higher and lighter, but with just as much amusement in it. “Maybe you should ask politely.”
Just as ‘Bri’ shifted his arm, another groan slipped from Roy before he said, “Please.”
Bakura didn’t need to see anymore after that. He knew what was going to happen and quickly moved a little more down the hallway to his own room, quietly shutting the door and dropping his bag to the floor before he collapsed face down in his bed with a sob.