In Math Class
In Math Class
For elosia48
“I don’t understand this problem,” the voice, deeper than any student should really posses no matter if they are in their final year of high school or not, sounds beside him.
He nearly jumps and he covers by pushing his glasses up. “Yes what is it,” he glances up, “Minho?”
“This one right here,” the young man lays his textbook on the table and points to one of the more difficult math problems located within it.
Jinki, as is his job, pushes aside his grading and gestures to the empty chair beside his desk. “Have a seat,” he instructs softly not wanting to disrupt the rest of the class who is working silently on their assignments.
Minho settles into the chair and places his note book with half of the problem worked on in it on top of the book. “Right here,” he says leaning close and speaking in a hushed tone, “this is the part that I can’t figure out.”
He focuses on the page and not how close the young man is leaning or the soft noise of his words as he tries to keep quiet. Jinki thinks that voice really belongs elsewhere but he tries to keep his mind where it belongs. “Let me see,” he says softly, glancing over the work that is on the page. “This right here,” he taps a place where a negative sign has clearly been erased. “This needs a negative.”
“Show me,” Minho breathes, leaning closer. One of his hands settles on Jinki’s legs for balance so that he can see what the teacher is doing.
Jinki swallows thickly. “Of course.” He picks up his pencil and adds in the negative where it belongs erasing the work after it and beginning to do it again. Minho is making quiet humming noises as he watches what is being done, but his hand is creeping slowly up Jinki’s leg in a way that is in no way innocent.
“There,” Jinki says just a bit louder than he really should have as he nearly throws down his pencil. Minho’s hand pauses just before it reaches a place it certainly should never travel and then slides away again.
“Thank you,” he murmurs gathering his book and notebook and returning to his seat. Jinki breathes a sigh of relief, picking up his pen and returning to his grading. His relief is short lived however as not five minutes later Minho is standing beside him. “There is another problem I am having difficulty with.”
“Sit,” Jinki invites although he would much rather tell Minho to go away and never return. Minho does so, setting his book on the table and placing his notebook on top. Immediately his hand returns to where it had been on Jinki’s leg only moments before and he is incredibly thankful that the front of the desk hides everything from the rest of the class.
“Let’s see,” he says as steadily as he can. By the time he has figured out what is wrong with the problem, a multiplication error on the second line, Minho’s fingers are running up and down the length of his zipper. He can’t exactly swat the young man away without making a scene so instead he tries to find his pencil.
“Use mine,” Minho breathes, offering the utensil with his free hand. There is something sexual there he knows but he simply nods and accepts it from his student.
“Uh, this right here,” he says, pointing to the spot. He begins his corrections and he just knows that his cheeks are becoming flush and pulse is rising. As quickly as he can he finishes the problem and sets the pencil down. “You do it just like that.”
“Thank you,” Minho says for the second time that day and the teasing fingers that had been shifting against him ever so lightly disappear as Minho returns to his seat.
Jinki nods after him and glances around the room. He is glad to see that no one is the wiser to the exchange and all of the students seem to be looking at their work and not paying any attention to anything else. He takes a deep calming breath and returns to his grading, almost giving Minho’s test an F just on principle. His body is finally beginning to calm when Minho walks up a third time. Screaming for the young man to sit down and leave him alone would certainly draw attention so instead he says softly. “What do you need Minho?”
“I need you,” the young man whispers, pausing for a moment “to help me with this problem.” Once more he sits beside him and sets his things on the desk before Jinki, and once more his hand falls between Jinki’s legs.
Immediately his body reawakens to the young man’s touch and he clears his throat nervously. “Let’s see here.” The problem really is the most difficult on the assignment and thankfully enough it takes a good deal of Jinki’s focus to try and work out the solution, so much so that he doesn’t feel the clever fingers slipping beneath the waist band of his dress pants and underwear until he feels them against his skin.
He gasps sharply and jerks his hips, into or away he isn’t certain, but either way the sharp move unsettles his chair which rolls backwards and spills him out of it onto the floor. As luck would have it the actions happen swiftly enough that by the time his students look up in puzzlement he is already sprawled upon the floor.
“Mr. Lee, are you alright?” Minho asks innocently. He bends to help Jinki up and the man can just tell that one of those hands is headed right back to its previous location.
“I’m fine,” Jinki answers, swatting the hand away before it can do any more damage. Without assistance he climbs back into his chair and scoots back up to his desk. Several of his students are looking at him now and that makes the deep red flush on his cheeks deepen further. Thankfully his students likely think it is from embarrassment and not the arousal that had produced it. “Please return to your seat Minho.”
Minho does as he is asked, casting him a glance full of promise before doing so. It takes a moment but his students settle back to their work and not a minute later the bell signaling the end of class rings. “Do your homework!” he reminds them and students scurry out until just he and Minho are left in the room.
The young man stacks his things neatly on his desk and rises. It is the end of the day, giving him no where that he has to go and a school that will shortly be emptied of students. Jinki thinks briefly of running as Minho prowls over. “Minho, there are things that are not appropriate for class.”
“You never complain when I do them in your bed,” Minho says with a smirk.
“You could cost me my job,” Jinki snaps.
“I’m legal,” Minho counters and it is true, although Jinki has never gotten the full story as to why it took so long for Minho to work through school. He assumes the missing of a years would have something to do with it.
“That doesn’t matter. You can’t do that at school,” Jinki says firmly. He had to be firm, has to be the adult.
“Someday,” Minho says his voice deepening as he leans over and places both hands on Jinki’s desk. “I’m going to fuck you over this desk.” Jinki can’t think of a single thing to say about that, especially when, as wrong as it is, his body clearly loves the idea of it. Before he has time to comment, Minho has gathered his things and is walking towards the door. “I’ll see you at home Jinki,” he purrs, then he is gone.
Jinki exhales and flops over on his desk at a loss for what to do. Beside his head is Minho’s test with a neatly printed B on the top of it. Snatching his pen, he crosses it out and draws a large F. Beneath it he writes, ‘Focus more on your work Mr. Choi and you may be able to pass this class.’ Afterward he places his pen down and sits up, beginning to gather his things and feeling just a bit better.
AN: ... That was a request fic and that is the only reason you will ever read something like that from me... Anyway, moving on! For all of you SHINee lovers have you checked out shineebigbang yet? There are a ton of fics posted over there all over 10K in length. All the authors worked really hard to write them and get them finished on time so please take some time to go read them! Then you can vote on your favorite one! Also there is kpop_olymfics where you can read and rate every single piece of fiction. So if you have some time head over to one or both and enjoy!
For elosia48
“I don’t understand this problem,” the voice, deeper than any student should really posses no matter if they are in their final year of high school or not, sounds beside him.
He nearly jumps and he covers by pushing his glasses up. “Yes what is it,” he glances up, “Minho?”
“This one right here,” the young man lays his textbook on the table and points to one of the more difficult math problems located within it.
Jinki, as is his job, pushes aside his grading and gestures to the empty chair beside his desk. “Have a seat,” he instructs softly not wanting to disrupt the rest of the class who is working silently on their assignments.
Minho settles into the chair and places his note book with half of the problem worked on in it on top of the book. “Right here,” he says leaning close and speaking in a hushed tone, “this is the part that I can’t figure out.”
He focuses on the page and not how close the young man is leaning or the soft noise of his words as he tries to keep quiet. Jinki thinks that voice really belongs elsewhere but he tries to keep his mind where it belongs. “Let me see,” he says softly, glancing over the work that is on the page. “This right here,” he taps a place where a negative sign has clearly been erased. “This needs a negative.”
“Show me,” Minho breathes, leaning closer. One of his hands settles on Jinki’s legs for balance so that he can see what the teacher is doing.
Jinki swallows thickly. “Of course.” He picks up his pencil and adds in the negative where it belongs erasing the work after it and beginning to do it again. Minho is making quiet humming noises as he watches what is being done, but his hand is creeping slowly up Jinki’s leg in a way that is in no way innocent.
“There,” Jinki says just a bit louder than he really should have as he nearly throws down his pencil. Minho’s hand pauses just before it reaches a place it certainly should never travel and then slides away again.
“Thank you,” he murmurs gathering his book and notebook and returning to his seat. Jinki breathes a sigh of relief, picking up his pen and returning to his grading. His relief is short lived however as not five minutes later Minho is standing beside him. “There is another problem I am having difficulty with.”
“Sit,” Jinki invites although he would much rather tell Minho to go away and never return. Minho does so, setting his book on the table and placing his notebook on top. Immediately his hand returns to where it had been on Jinki’s leg only moments before and he is incredibly thankful that the front of the desk hides everything from the rest of the class.
“Let’s see,” he says as steadily as he can. By the time he has figured out what is wrong with the problem, a multiplication error on the second line, Minho’s fingers are running up and down the length of his zipper. He can’t exactly swat the young man away without making a scene so instead he tries to find his pencil.
“Use mine,” Minho breathes, offering the utensil with his free hand. There is something sexual there he knows but he simply nods and accepts it from his student.
“Uh, this right here,” he says, pointing to the spot. He begins his corrections and he just knows that his cheeks are becoming flush and pulse is rising. As quickly as he can he finishes the problem and sets the pencil down. “You do it just like that.”
“Thank you,” Minho says for the second time that day and the teasing fingers that had been shifting against him ever so lightly disappear as Minho returns to his seat.
Jinki nods after him and glances around the room. He is glad to see that no one is the wiser to the exchange and all of the students seem to be looking at their work and not paying any attention to anything else. He takes a deep calming breath and returns to his grading, almost giving Minho’s test an F just on principle. His body is finally beginning to calm when Minho walks up a third time. Screaming for the young man to sit down and leave him alone would certainly draw attention so instead he says softly. “What do you need Minho?”
“I need you,” the young man whispers, pausing for a moment “to help me with this problem.” Once more he sits beside him and sets his things on the desk before Jinki, and once more his hand falls between Jinki’s legs.
Immediately his body reawakens to the young man’s touch and he clears his throat nervously. “Let’s see here.” The problem really is the most difficult on the assignment and thankfully enough it takes a good deal of Jinki’s focus to try and work out the solution, so much so that he doesn’t feel the clever fingers slipping beneath the waist band of his dress pants and underwear until he feels them against his skin.
He gasps sharply and jerks his hips, into or away he isn’t certain, but either way the sharp move unsettles his chair which rolls backwards and spills him out of it onto the floor. As luck would have it the actions happen swiftly enough that by the time his students look up in puzzlement he is already sprawled upon the floor.
“Mr. Lee, are you alright?” Minho asks innocently. He bends to help Jinki up and the man can just tell that one of those hands is headed right back to its previous location.
“I’m fine,” Jinki answers, swatting the hand away before it can do any more damage. Without assistance he climbs back into his chair and scoots back up to his desk. Several of his students are looking at him now and that makes the deep red flush on his cheeks deepen further. Thankfully his students likely think it is from embarrassment and not the arousal that had produced it. “Please return to your seat Minho.”
Minho does as he is asked, casting him a glance full of promise before doing so. It takes a moment but his students settle back to their work and not a minute later the bell signaling the end of class rings. “Do your homework!” he reminds them and students scurry out until just he and Minho are left in the room.
The young man stacks his things neatly on his desk and rises. It is the end of the day, giving him no where that he has to go and a school that will shortly be emptied of students. Jinki thinks briefly of running as Minho prowls over. “Minho, there are things that are not appropriate for class.”
“You never complain when I do them in your bed,” Minho says with a smirk.
“You could cost me my job,” Jinki snaps.
“I’m legal,” Minho counters and it is true, although Jinki has never gotten the full story as to why it took so long for Minho to work through school. He assumes the missing of a years would have something to do with it.
“That doesn’t matter. You can’t do that at school,” Jinki says firmly. He had to be firm, has to be the adult.
“Someday,” Minho says his voice deepening as he leans over and places both hands on Jinki’s desk. “I’m going to fuck you over this desk.” Jinki can’t think of a single thing to say about that, especially when, as wrong as it is, his body clearly loves the idea of it. Before he has time to comment, Minho has gathered his things and is walking towards the door. “I’ll see you at home Jinki,” he purrs, then he is gone.
Jinki exhales and flops over on his desk at a loss for what to do. Beside his head is Minho’s test with a neatly printed B on the top of it. Snatching his pen, he crosses it out and draws a large F. Beneath it he writes, ‘Focus more on your work Mr. Choi and you may be able to pass this class.’ Afterward he places his pen down and sits up, beginning to gather his things and feeling just a bit better.
AN: ... That was a request fic and that is the only reason you will ever read something like that from me... Anyway, moving on! For all of you SHINee lovers have you checked out shineebigbang yet? There are a ton of fics posted over there all over 10K in length. All the authors worked really hard to write them and get them finished on time so please take some time to go read them! Then you can vote on your favorite one! Also there is kpop_olymfics where you can read and rate every single piece of fiction. So if you have some time head over to one or both and enjoy!