The Substitute Teacher [5/?]
Title: The Substitute Teacher [5/?]
Author: crystal_yb
Pairing: Mark/Tom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mark goes to English class and he has a substitute teacher. A really hot substitute teacher.
Warning: Teacher/Student relationship and obviously boy/boy
Disclaimer: I know this is all fake, we all just wish it wasn't.
A/N: Hey guys! I didn't update in a while! I've had this in my head for awhile but didn't really find the time to type it up. Well I hope you guys like this!
Chapter 4
Ahh, another great day of school. Thhat's what I think of school now because of Tom. What an impact he has in my life.
"Hey Mark! Why you got that creepy smile on your face?" Travis said as he walked beside me.
I didn't notice him come by so I looked in his direction, smile still on my face, and replied, "I like school."
"Woah, woah, woah," Travis said, grabbing my arm and stopping me, "What did you say? You like school? When did this happen?"
I laughed and said, "It's just fun now..."
"Ohhh," Travis said, giving me a weird look, "Something's going on between you and that substitute, huh?"
Just then the bell rang and I said, "Gotta go! Tom'll give me detention." Which I wouldn't mind.
"Fine," Travis sighed, "But you gotta tell me about it later."
I started walking backwards towards the English class and replied, "Maybe."
Travis ran down the hall and I kept on walking backwards until I hit something. At first I thought it was the wall but it was kind of warm. I slowly turned around and it was..
"Mark," Tom said, "Please watch where you're going from now on." He looked down at me with a small smile, different from the usual smirk on his face, and continued to say, "You're also tardy so I'm going to have to give you a detention." With that he turned to the door and opened it, motioning for me to enter first.
I walked in and sat down at my usual spot.
The class was pretty boring but sometimes I could see Tom glancing at me. When I caught his eyes, he blushed a little. I thought it was kind of weird to be all shy now, it's like I never gave him a blow job or something. I mean you're not supposed to be all shy after the blow job, right? But anyways, Tom looked cute so I wasn't gonna complain.
The bell rang for dismissal and I was about to leave but was stopped by Tom. "Hey Mark, don't forget to come here after school for detention," he said looking at me from his desk.
"Alright Tom," I replied while walking out the door.
~
While I was walking towards the English class, I bumped into none other than Scott Raynor. The school douchebag.
I mumbled an apology and tried to walk away but I knew I wouldn't get away that easily.
He grabbed my arm and said, "Hey Mark. What's up? Where're you headed to?" He looked at me with two of his gang members at his side.
"Umm, I'm headed to detention. I'm sorry but can you let me go? I can't be late," I said, thinking of a way to get away.
Scott looked at his friends with a smirk then looked back at me and said, "Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do?"
I gulped and said, "Look Scott, I don't.."
"I think Mark needs to learn a lesson. I haven't taught him one in awhile," Scott cut me off as he lifted his fist to my face.
~
I groan as I watch the three of them walk away laughing. My face is sore and my nose is probably broken. The blood flowing down from it is slowly drying on my face. I stood up slowly, using the wall for support and headed towards the English class, hoping that there might be tissues there.
"Hey Tom, sorry I was.."
"Oh my god Mark!" Tom stood up quickly from his desk and ran towards me with some tissues. "Here, sit down," Tom said walking me towards his chair at his desk.
I sat down at his chair and watched as Tom was digging through the First-Aid kit.
He handed me the tissues and I stuffed them in my nose to take the blood out.
Tom looked at me and sighed.
"What?" I asked, stuffing the other tissue up my other nostril.
He chuckled and asked, "What happened?" He walked over to me with some alcohol and bandages.
"Nothing," I replied while trying to avoid his eyes.
He probably rolled his eyes because he didn't ask anymore. He dragged a chair close to me and sat down. He started wiping my face off, having this really concentrated look on his face. His tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly, eyes focused on my bloody nose, and his hands lightly dabbing at it.
His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my lips. It felt so weird. Even though we've done stuff that was so much more dirtier than this, this moment just felt so much more intimate. For some reason my face was starting to get warm, maybe it was because Tom leaned in slightly closer when he got to a spot that was really bad. I flinched suddenly when the alcohol stung really bad.
"I, I'm sorry," Tom stuttered, his face showing a slight tinge of red. He licked his lips nervously and repeated, "I'm sorry." But didn't continue. Just stared at me.
I looked at my hands and muttered, "S'okay." I glanced up and saw Tom nod as he leaned in close again to work on my split lip.
His face was only mere centimeters away and I could smell the scent of strawberries on his breath as he whispered, "This might sting." He dabbed the alcohol on my lip and I jerked back quickly.
I touched my lip and looked at him.
He smiled and said, "Let me look at it now." He pulled my hand away and placed his hand under my chin, grazing my lip with his thumb. He got closer so that his lips were almost touching mine. "I think it's better," he breathed on my lips and then kissed it, moving his thumb away.
An electric shock went through my body as he licked my bottom lip. His lip ring grazed my lips as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. The only noise I could hear were our heavy breaths and the occasional moan from Tom as our tongues brushed against each others.
He pulled away slowly, still keeping the distance close, then looked at my kiss-swolen lips and said, "It's much better now."
I smiled, not really knowing what this feeling I have is. I used to only feel lust for Tom but this feeling, it's so much different from lust... it's so much better than lust.
The look in Tom's eyes suddenly changed. It looked like he was panicking, it wasn't as nice as it looked when he was so relaxed a few seconds ago.
"Oh my god," Tom gasped, "What am I doing?" He stood up quickly and walked to the door.
"Tom?" I said as I slowly stood up.
"You have to go. I shouldn't be doing this," Tom said as he opened the door, avoiding any eye contact.
"What? Tom, I.."
"Just please," Tom pleaded, still not looking at me.
"Alright," I replied and slowly walked out the door, "I'll see you tomorrow." But the door was already close.
Author: crystal_yb
Pairing: Mark/Tom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mark goes to English class and he has a substitute teacher. A really hot substitute teacher.
Warning: Teacher/Student relationship and obviously boy/boy
Disclaimer: I know this is all fake, we all just wish it wasn't.
A/N: Hey guys! I didn't update in a while! I've had this in my head for awhile but didn't really find the time to type it up. Well I hope you guys like this!
Chapter 4
Ahh, another great day of school. Thhat's what I think of school now because of Tom. What an impact he has in my life.
"Hey Mark! Why you got that creepy smile on your face?" Travis said as he walked beside me.
I didn't notice him come by so I looked in his direction, smile still on my face, and replied, "I like school."
"Woah, woah, woah," Travis said, grabbing my arm and stopping me, "What did you say? You like school? When did this happen?"
I laughed and said, "It's just fun now..."
"Ohhh," Travis said, giving me a weird look, "Something's going on between you and that substitute, huh?"
Just then the bell rang and I said, "Gotta go! Tom'll give me detention." Which I wouldn't mind.
"Fine," Travis sighed, "But you gotta tell me about it later."
I started walking backwards towards the English class and replied, "Maybe."
Travis ran down the hall and I kept on walking backwards until I hit something. At first I thought it was the wall but it was kind of warm. I slowly turned around and it was..
"Mark," Tom said, "Please watch where you're going from now on." He looked down at me with a small smile, different from the usual smirk on his face, and continued to say, "You're also tardy so I'm going to have to give you a detention." With that he turned to the door and opened it, motioning for me to enter first.
I walked in and sat down at my usual spot.
The class was pretty boring but sometimes I could see Tom glancing at me. When I caught his eyes, he blushed a little. I thought it was kind of weird to be all shy now, it's like I never gave him a blow job or something. I mean you're not supposed to be all shy after the blow job, right? But anyways, Tom looked cute so I wasn't gonna complain.
The bell rang for dismissal and I was about to leave but was stopped by Tom. "Hey Mark, don't forget to come here after school for detention," he said looking at me from his desk.
"Alright Tom," I replied while walking out the door.
~
While I was walking towards the English class, I bumped into none other than Scott Raynor. The school douchebag.
I mumbled an apology and tried to walk away but I knew I wouldn't get away that easily.
He grabbed my arm and said, "Hey Mark. What's up? Where're you headed to?" He looked at me with two of his gang members at his side.
"Umm, I'm headed to detention. I'm sorry but can you let me go? I can't be late," I said, thinking of a way to get away.
Scott looked at his friends with a smirk then looked back at me and said, "Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do?"
I gulped and said, "Look Scott, I don't.."
"I think Mark needs to learn a lesson. I haven't taught him one in awhile," Scott cut me off as he lifted his fist to my face.
~
I groan as I watch the three of them walk away laughing. My face is sore and my nose is probably broken. The blood flowing down from it is slowly drying on my face. I stood up slowly, using the wall for support and headed towards the English class, hoping that there might be tissues there.
"Hey Tom, sorry I was.."
"Oh my god Mark!" Tom stood up quickly from his desk and ran towards me with some tissues. "Here, sit down," Tom said walking me towards his chair at his desk.
I sat down at his chair and watched as Tom was digging through the First-Aid kit.
He handed me the tissues and I stuffed them in my nose to take the blood out.
Tom looked at me and sighed.
"What?" I asked, stuffing the other tissue up my other nostril.
He chuckled and asked, "What happened?" He walked over to me with some alcohol and bandages.
"Nothing," I replied while trying to avoid his eyes.
He probably rolled his eyes because he didn't ask anymore. He dragged a chair close to me and sat down. He started wiping my face off, having this really concentrated look on his face. His tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly, eyes focused on my bloody nose, and his hands lightly dabbing at it.
His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my lips. It felt so weird. Even though we've done stuff that was so much more dirtier than this, this moment just felt so much more intimate. For some reason my face was starting to get warm, maybe it was because Tom leaned in slightly closer when he got to a spot that was really bad. I flinched suddenly when the alcohol stung really bad.
"I, I'm sorry," Tom stuttered, his face showing a slight tinge of red. He licked his lips nervously and repeated, "I'm sorry." But didn't continue. Just stared at me.
I looked at my hands and muttered, "S'okay." I glanced up and saw Tom nod as he leaned in close again to work on my split lip.
His face was only mere centimeters away and I could smell the scent of strawberries on his breath as he whispered, "This might sting." He dabbed the alcohol on my lip and I jerked back quickly.
I touched my lip and looked at him.
He smiled and said, "Let me look at it now." He pulled my hand away and placed his hand under my chin, grazing my lip with his thumb. He got closer so that his lips were almost touching mine. "I think it's better," he breathed on my lips and then kissed it, moving his thumb away.
An electric shock went through my body as he licked my bottom lip. His lip ring grazed my lips as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. The only noise I could hear were our heavy breaths and the occasional moan from Tom as our tongues brushed against each others.
He pulled away slowly, still keeping the distance close, then looked at my kiss-swolen lips and said, "It's much better now."
I smiled, not really knowing what this feeling I have is. I used to only feel lust for Tom but this feeling, it's so much different from lust... it's so much better than lust.
The look in Tom's eyes suddenly changed. It looked like he was panicking, it wasn't as nice as it looked when he was so relaxed a few seconds ago.
"Oh my god," Tom gasped, "What am I doing?" He stood up quickly and walked to the door.
"Tom?" I said as I slowly stood up.
"You have to go. I shouldn't be doing this," Tom said as he opened the door, avoiding any eye contact.
"What? Tom, I.."
"Just please," Tom pleaded, still not looking at me.
"Alright," I replied and slowly walked out the door, "I'll see you tomorrow." But the door was already close.