[Fic: GW] Teacher, Teacher
Title: Teacher, Teacher
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei
***
"God, I hate kids," Duo groaned, leaning over the table. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the table. It would only hurt in the morning. "Whine, whine, whine, that's all they ever do!"
"Never hand in their homework," Wufei grumbled back. "Try to get out of with the most stupid excuses. It's only there to help them! Do they think I like marking homework? And then they don't even hand it is... unforgivable!"
"What'd they try this time?" Duo asked wearily, "I need another drink." He sent a beseeching look in Heero's direction. Sighing Heero got up from his seat and stood in line at the bar.
"Corey Simmons, you know," Wufei said and in a gesture made it clear what he thought of Corey Simmons. Duo nodded and rolled his eyes in sympathy, "You know. Tried to get out of it by saying it had been put in the blender accidentally and he ate it. Like I'd believe that. Even if it did sound stupid enough for him to actually do."
"My students love me," Quatre chimed in, smirking at them. "Told you so. You should have majored in drama like I did."
Duo shrugged, "At least I'm not facing a law suit every Valentine's day when some parent finds their daughter's, or son's," he said, winking at Quatre. "Saucy, sexy Valentine addressed to Mr Winner! Heart heart, I think I'm going to barf."
"Hmph. That happened the one time, Duo, it so doesn't count," Quatre muttered. "At least the kids have fun in my class. They come into my class and you can see their whole body relax. Learning shouldn't be all panic and memorisation."
"Pah, everyone knows that drama teachers are failed actors, the kids just stoke your ego," Wufei rebutted. Quatre narrowed his eyes and slammed his palm against the table. Quatre was, at this point, slightly drunk.
"And everyone knows Chemistry teacher never have any chemistry," Quatre snapped back. "When was the last time you got laid?"
"Children, children, you're both wrong!" Duo said, waving a finger in front of their faces. "Everyone knows that guidance counselors are the best. I have the kids future in my hands. They have to be nice to me," Duo said, grinning. "When their applications fail, they all come crying to me and I fix things."
"Yet the children still whine at you," Heero said, sliding in beside Duo. "Drinks should be here soon and I told you that you should have chosen something real for a living. Math for instance can be used in every day functions. When you need to tip fifteen percent, you can tip fifteen percent if you have a mathematical brain ready."
"Like math?" Duo shivered and made warning off gestures. "Rather gouge my eyes out, thank you very much. And not appear cheap." Heero made a face and slumped in his chair.
"Talking about your jobs again?" Asked Trowa and Quatre visibly gulped. Trowa was wearing a sleeveless, skin tight shirt. "If you hate your job that much, you should just quit." He smiled as he placed the drinks on the table. The four men eyed the drinks for a mere moment before their attention was brought back to their very hot bartender.
"I don't hate my job," Wufei said quietly. "The kids are just," he shrugged.
"They're really quite sweet," Quatre continued, beaming blissfully at Trowa. "Most of the time."
"Right," Wufei said, shifting. "What I teach will help them understand the world."
"It is their future and I do want to help them," Duo said, grinning at Quatre. Who didn't even notice as he took a long swallow of his drink and continued to gaze at Trowa with an expression that veered from lust to adoration. "Of course they get a little stressed. All that pressure and hormones, something has to break sometimes."
"Math is the only useful thing taught at school," Heero shrugged modestly, sitting up straight again. "I do what I can."
The three other teachers glared at him.
"Okay, we all do what we can," Heero said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Trowa nodded at them. "Kids are the future, right?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. Instead he weaved his way through the crowd and back to the bar.
"I love his ass," Quatre breathed, eyes following Trowa long after his ass had moved out of view. "It should be framed!"
"To the teachers of the world," Duo said, raising his glass, "May their patience be rewarded!"
"Cheers!" Everyone cried out.
"Really, really want that ass, though," Quatre muttered.
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei
***
"God, I hate kids," Duo groaned, leaning over the table. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the table. It would only hurt in the morning. "Whine, whine, whine, that's all they ever do!"
"Never hand in their homework," Wufei grumbled back. "Try to get out of with the most stupid excuses. It's only there to help them! Do they think I like marking homework? And then they don't even hand it is... unforgivable!"
"What'd they try this time?" Duo asked wearily, "I need another drink." He sent a beseeching look in Heero's direction. Sighing Heero got up from his seat and stood in line at the bar.
"Corey Simmons, you know," Wufei said and in a gesture made it clear what he thought of Corey Simmons. Duo nodded and rolled his eyes in sympathy, "You know. Tried to get out of it by saying it had been put in the blender accidentally and he ate it. Like I'd believe that. Even if it did sound stupid enough for him to actually do."
"My students love me," Quatre chimed in, smirking at them. "Told you so. You should have majored in drama like I did."
Duo shrugged, "At least I'm not facing a law suit every Valentine's day when some parent finds their daughter's, or son's," he said, winking at Quatre. "Saucy, sexy Valentine addressed to Mr Winner! Heart heart, I think I'm going to barf."
"Hmph. That happened the one time, Duo, it so doesn't count," Quatre muttered. "At least the kids have fun in my class. They come into my class and you can see their whole body relax. Learning shouldn't be all panic and memorisation."
"Pah, everyone knows that drama teachers are failed actors, the kids just stoke your ego," Wufei rebutted. Quatre narrowed his eyes and slammed his palm against the table. Quatre was, at this point, slightly drunk.
"And everyone knows Chemistry teacher never have any chemistry," Quatre snapped back. "When was the last time you got laid?"
"Children, children, you're both wrong!" Duo said, waving a finger in front of their faces. "Everyone knows that guidance counselors are the best. I have the kids future in my hands. They have to be nice to me," Duo said, grinning. "When their applications fail, they all come crying to me and I fix things."
"Yet the children still whine at you," Heero said, sliding in beside Duo. "Drinks should be here soon and I told you that you should have chosen something real for a living. Math for instance can be used in every day functions. When you need to tip fifteen percent, you can tip fifteen percent if you have a mathematical brain ready."
"Like math?" Duo shivered and made warning off gestures. "Rather gouge my eyes out, thank you very much. And not appear cheap." Heero made a face and slumped in his chair.
"Talking about your jobs again?" Asked Trowa and Quatre visibly gulped. Trowa was wearing a sleeveless, skin tight shirt. "If you hate your job that much, you should just quit." He smiled as he placed the drinks on the table. The four men eyed the drinks for a mere moment before their attention was brought back to their very hot bartender.
"I don't hate my job," Wufei said quietly. "The kids are just," he shrugged.
"They're really quite sweet," Quatre continued, beaming blissfully at Trowa. "Most of the time."
"Right," Wufei said, shifting. "What I teach will help them understand the world."
"It is their future and I do want to help them," Duo said, grinning at Quatre. Who didn't even notice as he took a long swallow of his drink and continued to gaze at Trowa with an expression that veered from lust to adoration. "Of course they get a little stressed. All that pressure and hormones, something has to break sometimes."
"Math is the only useful thing taught at school," Heero shrugged modestly, sitting up straight again. "I do what I can."
The three other teachers glared at him.
"Okay, we all do what we can," Heero said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Trowa nodded at them. "Kids are the future, right?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. Instead he weaved his way through the crowd and back to the bar.
"I love his ass," Quatre breathed, eyes following Trowa long after his ass had moved out of view. "It should be framed!"
"To the teachers of the world," Duo said, raising his glass, "May their patience be rewarded!"
"Cheers!" Everyone cried out.
"Really, really want that ass, though," Quatre muttered.