Principals of School
Title: Principals of School: The Incident
Rating: R
Pairing: Jun/Nino (side Sho/Ohno)
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: The adventures of Jun, a new teacher at a tiny school, as he tries deal with his coworkers-- specifically one socially awkward creep that he can't seem to get off his mind.
Previous: The Beginning
The Perfect Student
Just like the others had described him, Chinen was the perfect student despite losing the only friends his age so suddenly and making up the entire bulk of the student body.
He paid attention in class, did his homework, even when Jun assigned him too much, and sometimes studied more than he needed to (probably because he had nothing else to do in his free time). He was gracious when the teachers participated in things they didn’t have to (like when Jun finally gave in and started showing up to P.E. even though he wasn’t good at any sports… they found that out quickly and Nino made fun of him, even if Jun as a novice was much better than the math teacher) and thankful for every compliment or word of encouragement. (Turned out those worked especially well when they came from Ohno.)
And it seemed like he had a knack for almost everything too, from computers to music to memorizing poems to pronouncing English words to charming basically everyone in the city (village) limits. Jun was a little charmed too, although his own awkwardness as a first time teacher didn’t allow him to get sucked up in the lesson properly yet, even if Chinen tried so hard on his end to make things smooth. It wasn’t enough to make Jun discouraged, though, because he knew that everyone went through this phase first and he would only get better as the year passed.
On top of classes being a breeze (other than his own mistakes), Jun only had six of them a week, Japanese every day and one music class on Fridays (after he finished teaching Chinen how to read notes, which took him no time at all, they tried singing, which didn’t work out very well because Chinen was better than Jun was, but by that time Nino had been roped into coming to class to play the piano or guitar and it was fantastic), so, just as fast as he thought he would, he got bored of sitting at his desk with nothing to do. Within a week they settled in to a routine, the five teachers and one student, doing basically everything together except when Ohno slept in his office and Sho did paperwork and Nino sat at his computer and Aiba made tea.
“What do you do on there all day, anyway?” Jun asked in exasperation as he stared at Nino across from him, who was intently watching his screen, as he seemed to do whenever he was free. Although he was the computer teacher and seemed to have an interest, it was a little too fanatic (Jun had exhausted himself on social networking, his blog, plus emailing basically everyone he knew). But he was coming to realize how “different” Nino really was, and the fact that he couldn’t wrap his head around him at all scared him a bit.
“Work, what do you think?” Nino replied in a sharp tone without any malice to accompany it.
“What work?” Jun started to argue back, sitting up straighter in his chair, but Aiba, who had been watching the exchange with a cup poised in his hands, broke in.
“Oh, he does his cell phone work on there.”
Jun was about to incredulously ask, while he’s at school?! but Aiba continued and his mouth remained opened in slight shock.
“And his computer forming stuff and writing music and cool things like that!! Nino-chan is so cool!”
“Aiba, shut up,” Nino said half-heartedly, not looking away from his computer. “If you don’t know what to call it, then don’t call it anything.”
“Formatting. Website formatting,” Sho threw in helpfully, staring at his own computer (but at least it was accompanied by a stack of papers he had been working his way through for the last hour).
“Wait…” Jun held up his hand and closed his eyes while facing Nino, who had finally gotten interested enough to look up at him. “… That means, you have three jobs.”
“Four if you count my compositions. Nintendo placed a bid on one of them for a video game,” he smiled, half proud and half teasing.
“And you do them… here.”
“Yep.”
After the simple answer, Nino waited for another response, but when there wasn’t one right away, he turned back to his computer again, typing away quickly and almost soundlessly.
Jun could only stare at Nino, not sure what to think about this man.
“As long as he doesn’t slack as a teacher, we don’t care,” Sho explained under his breath. “Probably why he stayed, so I can only be thankful for Satoshi’s leniency.”
Well, at least that was the final explanation. Jun wondered what would make him stay.
If he stayed.
He still hadn’t decided yet, and he wouldn’t be asked whether he wanted to transfer or not until mid school year at least.
“I see…” he started with a dazed tone, looking down at this desk in thought, but suddenly the door was flung open enthusiastically and Ohno came in with a bright smile, Chinen right behind him.
“We caught three fish! Let’s have a barbeque tonight!”
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Jun noticed it quickly, all of the clues building up over several weeks, but the situation in which it really became clear was this:
He was sitting at the back of Sho’s English class with the other three teachers (apparently Ohno frequented every one, but Jun quickly realized that was only because he liked watching Sho with a dazed expression, probably his lips as he pronounced the words carefully for Chinen, who was sitting several feet in front of their own makeshift line).
The text was easy to follow for him because he had been forced to study English all through college, but there was something Sho said that he wanted to jot down in his notebook, which he had remembered while he had forgotten a pencil or even pen.
So he reached over for Nino’s, who was at the desk next to him (with Ohno on the other side), to borrow one from the brat, sure he wouldn’t mind after bonding over beer and kissing, but apparently he did because he grabbed Jun’s wrist tightly without even drawing his attention away from the board, as if it was a natural reflex more than a thought.
Because Jun thought he was just trying to subliminally ask for some respect, he sighed and rolled his eyes as Nino began writing something himself with his left hand, probably the same thing that Jun wanted to.
“Nino, let me borrow a pencil,” he whispered, slightly annoyed, and Nino finally turned to look at him, dropping his wrist and appearing to consider the request quite heavily.
Aiba looked a little nervous on Nino’s other side, watching the smaller man as he reached for the pencil case while Jun waited expectantly.
“Fine, I guess,” he grumbled, opening the small bag and looking through every single writing utensil he owned before pulling two out, obviously debating about which one to give to him.
Jun rolled his eyes again and was about to just grab one when Nino nodded and gently offered the nice purple mechanical pencil, which he took with a sighed thank you, jeez.
While he could still remember, he made a note at the top of the blank page, then got distracted as Aiba also asked to borrow a pencil, and ended up looking over at the other man with a raised eyebrow, since he had been taking notes since the beginning.
“Use your own,” Nino replied in annoyance, trying to ignore him, but Aiba pulled his white shirt a little and pouted.
“My lead broke. Come on, you let Jun borrow one.”
Nino glared at him once, then pulled his pencil case back into his hand and rummaged through it again, eventually pulling out a plain, half used wooden pencil which had bite marks on one end.
“Wow, thank you Nino-chan!”
“I told you not to call me that!” Nino replied hastily, glancing over at Jun and obviously embarrassed, and Jun didn’t understand this at all because Aiba got probably the shittiest one he had, while he had given Jun this new one that fit into his hand quite nicely. And yet Aiba was thanking him instead of arguing…? Maybe the science teacher was just too nice.
They quieted down again, Aiba frantically writing notes while Jun began spacing out as much as Ohno was, thinking mostly about Nino and the enigma that he was, and then as the lesson was wrapping up, Jun dated his paper before leaning over and handing back Nino’s pencil with another soft thank you.
Nino met his look with bright eyes and nodded before gingerly taking it in his own grip, his right hand which he didn’t write with, and twisting it until, apparently, he got comfortable, then looking at it happily without doing anything else.
But Jun noticed. That Nino was holding it exactly how Jun had, his thumb resting against the clip at the end because that was where it was the most comfortable.
It was creepy again, but Nino was looking at it with such delight, so cutely, that Jun felt butterflies rise in his stomach and immediately felt like puking.
When the bell rang they cleaned up normally, though, Nino carefully putting the pencil back in his case despite Jun’s incredulous stare, and when they walked into the hallway, Nino racing ahead of them because Chinen had math next and he needed to get his supplies, Aiba giggled and nudged Jun’s arm in a way that made Jun not want to know its meaning.
“Nino never lets anyone borrow his stuff,” he explained with enthusiasm. “He’s very overprotective of certain things, I meant to warn you but maybe there was no need.”
Jun stared at him, wondering how Nino sharing a pencil with him was a breakthrough.
“Like what?” he pressed.
“Hmm,” Aiba looked thoughtful, glancing up at the ceiling. “Well, mostly his desk.” Suddenly he looked at Jun seriously. “I wouldn’t try touching his computer, though, even if he shared his good pencil with you. I’m not kidding, he’ll kill you.”
“What?”
“And he never lets me touch his coffee cup.”
Jun had noticed that before, in the morning when Aiba had brought something out for each of them except Nino. But he had thought that was just because Nino already had one, or wanted to do it himself.
“Not to give him something to drink, and he won’t even let me wash it at the end of the day either!” he complained, as if washing dishes was part of his job fulfillment.
“That’s because I don’t trust you to wash it properly!” Nino shot at them as he flew past with a stack of books and several posters in his hands, not bothering to stop and talk to them other than that.
First Aiba laughed, then he turned back to Jun and continued as they reached the bottom of the stairs, “And he never allows anyone into his house.” This sounded more like a list of things that Aiba had messed up or pushed too far, rather than a compilation of Nino’s quirky personality. “No, I’m serious! Even when I pretended to be the mail man-“
Another lower laugh interrupted their conversation, and Sho caught up with them before they had entered the teachers’ room, shaking his head and giving Jun an understanding glance.
“I think Aiba’s exaggerating a bit, but Nino really is that way. I wouldn’t touch his stuff unless you want him upset with you.”
Sho was probably smart enough to just let Nino be, especially with the impeccable work he did, and Ohno didn’t seem like the type to care at all, but Aiba was almost acting offended at not being completely accepted by his coworker.
Jun took in the extra information as he made his way back to his desk, sitting down and automatically staring across it to Nino’s, which looked exactly the same as always, his laptop closed next to a tray of precisely straightened papers. There were some notes under a plastic desk cover, too, all written in crisp letters and lined up just as perfectly as everything else.
The signs were all there, but Jun hadn’t noticed it until now, after Aiba had obviously pointed it out to him. On one hand that made him feel weird, that Nino was willing to make even a small exception for him, but on the other hand he really wanted to see how far that exception went…
During the time that Nino was teaching, he came up with a plan, and carefully arranged his own desk to prepare for it. Although he was so curious it was annoying, he certainly didn’t want to get the math teacher pissed off at him, as Sho had warned, because who knew what the repercussions would be if that happened. Nino had been decent to him so far (if leering and sex jokes were considered decent), but he could only imagine what the quirky little man could do once he was set off. Aiba’s hacked computer was enough proof of that, and although Jun probably knew more about fixing something like that than Aiba did, it was obvious that Nino was capable of complete destruction when provoked.
Of course Jun had gone over his less than innocent plan several times and had completed his preparations before his victim returned to the office. Math was the last class of the day for Chinen, so he followed Nino into the teacher’s room with the proper greeting to the other adults present before double checking the homework he had been given, and any preparation for tomorrow’s class. Sho went with him back upstairs after he was finished in order to give him a quick homeroom, and Jun waited until Nino was distracted enough with his computer, hoping he wouldn’t notice as quickly because of it.
He had arranged papers all over his desk, acting as if he was comparing scores of music and writing notes on a piece of paper for next week’s class, and as nonchalantly as he could, he shifted some of the papers to clear room for his notebook, making them barely cross the line that was created by their joined desks.
Nino seemed to pause, staring at his screen distractedly, but didn’t say or do anything, and started up typing again momentarily, and it took all of Jun’s effort to keep his face neutral.
After another minute or two he moved his notebook over to fit his open textbook, pushing the papers again so that they were noticeably in Nino’s space.
This time he stopped and cleared his throat softly, but Jun didn’t look up, copying something from the textbook page and acting as distracted as possible.
With only a slightly longer pause, Nino gave up again, eventually returning back to his computer, but the next time Jun pushed the papers, less than ten seconds later, he immediately shut his laptop with a click and put his hands on top of his thighs, leaning over his desk and staring at Jun, who tried not to look up.
“Your stuff is on my desk,” he said pointedly, although it was obvious he was controlling his voice as much as he could to not let how much it annoyed him show.
Jun finally glanced up and feigned his best apologetic look before picking the papers up and placing them on top of something else, turning back to finish was he was doing, just so he wasn’t completely obvious. It only took another minute and then he was leaning back in his cheap, squeaky chair and stretching quite honestly. By then Nino had sighed in almost relief and had opened up his computer again, intent on what was probably one of his other jobs.
“Sorry about that. I’m going to get some more coffee, want another cup?”
As expected Nino looked up at Jun warily and immediately reached for his mug, clutching it almost possessively in his hand, but instead of immediately rejecting him, he looked thoughtful for a full second, probably wondering what Jun was up to before finally saying, “I’ll get it myself, thanks.”
It looked like the current pushing line was half a paper on his desk, then.
Jun shrugged and started into the small kitchen area, but noticed Aiba watching them from the doorway right away, and the taller man gave him a silent thumbs up before following him inside the small tea room and whispering that it was obvious that Nino liked him and that he was so lucky. Not only a borrowed pencil, but also not ripping his head off for placing something on his desk without explicit permission!
Nino came in behind them just a second later, though, and glared at him, cutting off the conversation, although Aiba looked like he wanted to ask him something as well.
It was tense as the math teacher poured his coffee (by himself, even when Aiba offered), and he curtly warned, “Don’t get any stupid ideas, Aiba-chan. I can still destroy your computer…” before he back out through the door, watching the two of them pointedly, up until he rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.
“You wouldn’t really do that, would you Nino?” Aiba immediately whined, getting a hold of himself and walking out behind him, following him back to his desk while Jun got his own coffee. It was funny that Aiba was fighting so hard for the same treatment that Nino was giving to Jun, even though he told himself that it was still creepy and that he didn’t care about it at all.
But, once he returned with his fresh cup of coffee in hand, he automatically found himself straightening up his desk in a silent apology, and when he met Nino’s eyes across the top of his computer they weren’t as hard as he thought they would be.
Sorry, he mouthed when Aiba was distracted--pouting and burying his head in a catalogue, obviously not happy with how the conversation with Nino had ended up. Jun felt a bit guilty about that, but he also couldn’t deny that somewhere deep inside, he was pleased that Nino had put his foot down.
Wait, what was wrong with him? He wasn't supposed to care. Actually, Jun couldn’t really figure his own emotions anymore as far as Nino was concerned.
In return he got a shy smile, and Nino ducked his down in embarrassment, as if the apology was an acknowledgement of not only what Jun had purposely done to test him, but that he also knew the meaning of Nino’s reaction as well.
He couldn’t help but smile himself, though, wondering what buttons of Nino’s he would try next.
The Incident
It happened on a slow day, while Ohno and Sho were gone for a meeting at the board of education (an all day affair, since it was a long drive). The classes had been rearranged so that both of them would do double duty the next day, but the downside was that, without Sho to chat with about the latest foreign bands or Ohno to distract him with cuteness, Jun found that he had very little to do while Aiba and Chinen were upstairs making castles out of gelatin in science class.
All of it started out like this:
Jun had found opportunities here and there to test Nino’s quirk boundaries, but the math teacher only put up with it for a little while before he apparently decided to punish Jun for trying so hard by finding his own ways to annoy him in return, the most recent of which had been commenting on his mother’s new haircut. (He’d gotten a picture via cellphone, and Jun would never be able to figure out how Nino had access to that, because even if he did work for the cellphone company that was an invasion of privacy right there.)
His retaliation had been to tilt Nino’s paper tray slightly once he walked into the tea room to make a copy on the oversized machine (it wouldn’t fit properly into the teachers’ room with all the desks, so they didn’t have another choice for its location, and Jun found it quite convenient for when he cooked in home economics class with Chinen, as there wasn’t much counter space otherwise).
Of course Nino noticed the change right away and set it straight again with a slight glare, even though Jun was trying to look innocent (despite the fact that there was no one else in the room that he could blame it on if pressed).
They lapsed into silence after that, Nino staring at his computer as usual and Jun trying to concentrate on a book that he had justified reading at school because there were a few passages he could use in his Japanese class (although that excuse was quite a stretch… but Ohno didn’t care anyway, it was really Jun’s work ethics that were the problem). He had started it last week and was finally getting to a good part (although the more caught up in it he became, the more guilty he felt), but it seemed like recently that Nino would start bugging him as soon as he pulled it out.
After finishing a page with no interruption, though, he looked up nonchalantly and found that Nino was gone. His desk was exactly the same as it had been a moment before, but Jun hadn’t noticed him stand or anything, and he certainly hadn’t been that into the book… right?
Worried enough that the other teacher was up to no good, he was just about to go looking for him when he suddenly felt a grip on his ankle, making him jump right up in his seat, his face flushed with adrenaline and pupils dilating instantaneously.
He took a deep breath to calm down before leaning back to check the situation with a frown, finding that Nino had crawled out from his own chair and through the tunnel created by their symmetric desks to get under Jun’s, and right between his legs.
With annoyance he sighed, “What’re you doing?” under his breath, knowing he should have expected something weird to happen, since they were both bored and more fidgety today than usual, and that Nino would never just let him be, especially when he genuinely wanted some quiet time to himself.
In reply Nino smirked and raised one finger to his lips in a sign for Jun to be quiet, then pulled the chair forward a little so that Jun was almost back in his regular position, giving Nino almost no room for himself in that cramped space.
But the small man adjusted, making Jun jump again by resting his head on his thigh and sliding his hands up his legs to his waist, and Jun tried to scoot back again, getting one hand back under the desk to push him away, but stilled when Nino started to speak, unable to hear him unless he was completely quiet.
“Jun-pon… better not move too much. I doubt anyone will come, but if they do and see you like this…” he warned, then emphasized his point by pulling at the fly on Jun’s slacks.
He almost, almost fought back, since there was still time to stand and make it out of the room despite Nino’s threat-because he could easily explain his pants coming undone to Chinen in a worst-case situation, and although it would be embarrassing as hell to hear Aiba’s jokes in addition to Nino’s, it might be better than what was about to happen… but somehow he doubted that.
And he didn’t have time to think about his response to the bold actions. In the five seconds he had hesitated Nino had undone his belt too and was working his cock out of his briefs and now it really was too late and he would just have to go along with it and hope that Nino wouldn’t declare Jun’s lack of stanch morality to the entire town.
As a small hand began to stroke him, he immediately got hard and squeezed his eyes shut, laying his free arm haphazardly on the desk and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow while the other grasped onto his pant leg, Nino’s cheek brushing it as he tilted his head.
Shit. What was he doing?
They were in school.
Matsumoto, you are so stupid.
He let out a small gasp when he felt Nino’s tongue lick the head of his cock, and had to bit his lip to keep from making any more noises as the mouth steadily engulfed him.
Somehow, a sense of survival (or maybe it didn’t have anything to do with that at all) rose to the surface and Jun managed to look around the room distractedly as Nino went to work, checking out the glass window just in case something had happened upstairs and the only two other people in the entire building had come down, or if Sho and Ohno had come back early (although both of those things were highly improbable).
As expected no one was there, but Jun thought it in his best interest to at least pretend like he wasn’t being given a hot blowjob by his co-worker--who he had already marked as creepy and stalkerish, but that he couldn’t quite bring himself to completely reject, whether that was because Jun liked the fact that Nino had made an exception for him, however small that was, or whether his own feelings towards Nino were actually involved.
Just as Nino’s other hand, the one that wasn’t fondling his balls, starting stroking his inner thigh on one side, Jun managed to pull his book back into his hand, although he had to close his eyes again as pleasure washed through him (but it was better than nothing). His fingers automatically brushed across Nino’s hollowed cheek and gripped his hair under the desk (he fleetingly wondering if Nino’s always perfect hairstyle was one of his quirks), widening his legs to give the other man as much room as he possibly could.
The fact that they were doing something very naughty hadn’t left his mind (although it was encouraging him just as much as it was making him feel incredibly terrible), but then again this completely fit Nino, a way to get back at Jun and still selfishly take what he wanted from him, and it wasn’t like it was something that he hadn’t been hinting at since the beginning. (And honestly, Jun had sort of thought about sex with Nino, in a way that automatically came to mind as soon as there was one small thing that made it seem like it would be possible, and he hadn’t discarded the idea as disgusting, which had been a surprise all its own.)
Although he knew he was being used a bit, he currently didn’t want to stop, and he could blame it on Nino afterwards (he would blame it on Nino no matter how much he insisted that Jun liked it), so he let his mind wander a little in order to get this over with faster, even though heat was already rushing to his cheeks and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he came.
By the time he had created an accurate image in his mind of Nino’s thin lips around his cock, his soft skin, long eyelashes, and especially that devious look in his caramel eyes, he was worked up pretty badly, panting into the cover of his novel, which he had ended up pressing against his face to hide his expression just in case, and his hips were aching to thrust forward, but that would be too awkward and obvious anyway, and it would let Nino know just how much he was enjoying this (just like begging for him to suck harder would, which is why he hadn’t).
Then he had a tingling at the back of his neck that had nothing to do with the orgasm that was threatening to overtake him at any second (if Nino would just let him already), and he glanced over at the window just in time to see Aiba reaching for the door, wearing an apron that was covered in an off green powder.
“Shit-“
He wondered if Nino had planned it this way, planned to get them caught by Aiba who would talk about it for the rest of the day at least, if not into next week, about how cute they were together and that Jun needed to work harder so that Nino would let him into his house so they could do things there, and he would declare them a couple as much as Sho and Ohno were even though they were not (not yet, not yet).
“Jun-chan you really shouldn’t use language like that at school!” he chided unconsciously as the door shut behind him. “What if I was Chi-“
And then he stopped right as Jun twitched, trying to bury his head in the crook of his elbow on top of his desk, because he was far too close now to push Nino away or to try to pretend like they weren’t doing what it was obvious they were doing, or at least Jun’s reactions to it, but instead of Aiba crying out how could you do this at school you pervert, he did something very different.
After promptly walking over to him without saying another word, he pulled Jun’s head up gently, coaxing him to turn and look at him (which he did because he couldn’t put enough effort into resisting, his eyes unable to focus properly) and then kissed him.
Jun was finally able to let out a moan as Aiba pried his mouth open with his tongue, forcing him to lean back in his chair, and right on cue Nino jerked him hard as he added suction right on the tip of his cock and he came at the sudden sensory overload, his legs shaking with the effort to stay in place.
Aiba sucked his tongue hard too, right before letting him go, and Jun’s whole body limp, leaving him unable to do anything but stay where he was, looking up at the man hovering over him in a daze, panting from the exertion on his body and unable to move until Nino neatly tucked him back into his pants and then pushed his roller chair back so that he could peek out from under the desk, glaring up at Aiba and obviously not pleased with what had just happened.
“You know he’s mine,” Nino started in annoyance, wiping his face with the back of his hand, and Jun blinked once, the bratty words promptly bringing him back to life. He was going to argue that their relationship hadn’t progressed that far yet, realized that he admitted to some sort of relationship in the first place, and then completely wiped his brain blank and frowned down at the math teacher.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” he almost yelled, pushing Nino’s lounging upper half off of him and standing as Nino just barely caught himself before he was sprawled out on the floor. Aiba started giggling behind him, so he turned to glare at him too, making the taller man back off immediately at his expression, retreating a few steps and then walking towards the tea room in order to escape the situation, as if he hadn’t actually taken any part in it.
Oh well, Jun would take care of him later. He was tired of being stepped all over just because he was the youngest here.
He turned back to Nino, who was still halfway under his desk, looking like he belonged there and that there was absolutely wrong with that fact, or with what he had just done.
There were millions of lectures that came to Jun’s mind, but he filtered through them in a few seconds, already knowing what had upset him the most, the fact that Nino had no respect for him as a teacher, or more importantly as a person. There were certainly much better ways to go about wooing someone you fancied (although, he had to admit that none of them would have caught his attention quite as much as this strategy).
“You’re despicable.” Jun spoke in a low voice, trying to convey how serious he was (although he had taken much pleasure in the act himself, and might have even encouraged it had it been a different situation). He wondered if Sho would fire him despite how laid back the entire school hierarchy was, or the fact that Nino had started it, or that they weren’t caught by Chinen.
Nino stared back at him in a bored expression, although his posture was defensive and possibly annoyed.
“You liked it,” he argued simply, “And we were bored.”
That was the last straw for Jun and his mind was suddenly blinded by rage at Nino’s flippant attitude.
He looked up quickly, knowing what would cause the most damage, and wasted no time in serving his punishment.
First he reached over and flipped Nino’s perfectly placed tray of papers, sending them flying all over his desk and the floor. That immediately drew a gasp from the math teacher, who tried to turn around and scurry back to his chair before Jun could do anything else, but the space was tight and that action took too much time. He didn’t make it ahead of Jun, who had already darted around the cluster of the desks at lightning speed, and he grabbed at something just as Nino managed to get his chair out of the way and begin standing.
But by the time he got his balance and whirled around to face Jun, his precious coffee cup was already in his hands and Nino’s eyes were wide as he stared at it, completely ignoring the state his desk was in. Aiba had come back, alerted by the sudden racket, and became a witness as Jun dropped the cup into the trash, which was full of questionable day old scraps from cooking class as well as some experiment that hadn’t worked out in science a few days ago. (They were men and they were lazy.)
Nino stared at it in horror and Jun clenched his jaw, trying to prepare himself against the overwhelming guilt he could already feel coming on at betraying Nino in such a deep way, and Aiba was just as immobile as the other two, looking completely horrified at what Jun had done.
And that was how Chinen found them, knocking gently on the door before excusing himself to come in, looking at his three teachers with innocent eyes before asking quietly, “Aiba-sensei, should I start warming up without you?”
Jun took the opportunity as it presented itself, and turned to the student. “Chinen-kun, you’ll have P.E. with me today and we’re going running. Go get your tennis shoes,” he commanded curtly, then stomped over to his own desk to collect his things, not bothering to look at either of the other teachers, who still hadn’t moved, and continued not to as Jun made his way out the door.
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Jun had managed not to talk to Nino or Aiba for the rest of the afternoon, mostly because Nino wasn’t around once he got back (which was okay since Aiba was taking Sho’s homeroom duty), and, once Chinen left, the two of them, with an unsaid agreement, closed the school. It appeared that Aiba wasn’t quite prepared to talk with him either.
The next morning Jun waited as long as he could before going to school, hoping to use the others as a buffer between himself and Nino, but the math teacher was still nowhere to be seen, and before he had even sat down at his desk, Sho curtly pulled him into Ohno’s empty office.
The vice principal closed the door quietly, and gently offered the younger man a seat despite the hard look on his face.
“You threw Nino’s cup into the garbage can?” he started with right away as he took a seat across from Jun on the matching couch.
First taking a deep breath and wondering how much Aiba (or Nino, but probably Aiba) had told him, he tried to be mature about it and answered the question first. “Yes.”
It was morbidly silent for a second, making Jun feel like he was on his deathbed, and so after only a moment of that treatment, he couldn’t stop the accusations from falling from his mouth.
“Nino started it! He was… I mean he-“ It was only after he started talking that he realized he was digging himself a hole he would never get out of, but Sho held up his hand and gave him a warning look.
“Aiba already tried to give me the details and I assure you I don’t need them,” Sho replied in an even voice, and Jun didn’t blame him for avoiding the topic. “And I’m sure you were justified in your reaction.”
If that was the case, Jun wasn’t sure why he was where he was. He waited for Sho to explain it to him, and the vice principal did so after closing his eyes and rubbing his head in irritation.
“Nino’s refusing to come into work. It’s not a problem today because he hasn’t used even one sick day since he started working here, but knowing Nino… He’s not going to come back in here until you at least apologize.”
Jun’s lips arched down in a deep frown, both angry at Nino for leveraging his seniority over him, and also a little angry at himself for what he had done to hurt the other man in such a way. Although he really didn’t think it warranted sulking at home like a baby.
“So, I know this is hard for you, but you need to apologize to him. And probably buy him a new cup,” Sho said curtly, and although at one time Jun would have thought the verdict to be unfair, he didn’t quite mind at this point. At least Sho forcing him to do so would save him from worrying about whether he should or not all day before inevitably giving in and doing it anyway.
“I understand. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any trouble,” Jun said formally before bowing as deeply as he could in his seated position, but he was surprised when Sho clapped him on the shoulder and chuckled in a low voice. Looking up with a little confusion, he could already see the relief on the other man’s face, probably due to the fact that Jun wasn’t being as much of a hassle about it as he could have.
“I know he can be irritating sometimes, but I’ve also never seen him behave as well as he does with you. Don’t think we’re trying to push him on you, but… I have a feeling this isn’t a one-sided thing,” he commented lightly and Jun almost argued back (except for the fact that even he wasn’t quite sure what exactly was going on between them, or whether or not he wanted to avoid it at all costs).
Sho sighed and stood up, motioning that they were finished and Jun followed after him, both entering the teachers’ room just as Aiba set a cup of coffee down on Jun’s desk, their eyes meeting briefly before Aiba looked away sheepishly. But he was smiling lightly, so it appeared that at least there was only one person he needed to make up with, whether that was because Aiba didn’t want to take sides in the argument, or because he felt bad about tattling to Sho about it.
“By any means, it’ll be better for everyone if you two can get along,” Sho added as an afterthought, then sat down at his desk, already opening his computer to start on his work for the day, breathing a quick thank you as Aiba handed him his own steaming mug.
Not wanting to seem too desperate, Jun pulled his books out of his bag and prepared for his class for ten minutes first before sneaking into the tea room where Aiba was doing the customary supply check (noticing Nino’s tea cup in the sink right away, although he already knew that Nino would never touch it again, not after where it had been) and getting Nino’s information from the older man.
Back at his desk he began composing a short apology message as discreetly as possible, but before he had even finished To Nino, Sho cleared his throat and suggested, “See if you can get him here by fourth period?”
Jun rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, wondering how in the world he was going to make it up to him and get things back to their awkwardly normal state.
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Turned out it wasn’t as hard as he thought.
After offering to buy him a new cup, and confirming with Nino that he would do so as soon as possible, the math teacher miraculously recovered and was at school ten minutes later, although he looked haggard and sleep-deprived.
Over the course of Sho’s English class, the two of them writing notes to each other in the back (Jun had his own pencil this time, and Aiba was pretending to ignore them-Ohno’s mind wasn’t there in the first place), he was forced to agree to take Nino to the next town over (an hour away) to pick out a new cup on Saturday, and Nino promptly announced their “date” to everyone as soon as they were back in the teachers’ room.
“It’s not a date,” Jun had tried to argue, but Sho only looked pleased that they had made up, while Aiba was cooing over their latest relationship step. Ohno gave them a cute smile and a list of things to buy for the school and added, get something nice for yourself too, before retreating into his office for his mid-morning nap.
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A/N: Happy Golden Week! I'm settling in well but pretty busy during the week still, so updates will probably be only on the weekend for a while. I feel like the end of this was more like a chapter ending than the "series of oneshots" I was going for, but I guess there's nothing I can do about it. :\ And random sudden R rating.
By the way, I have a thread open at the Johnny's concrit meme and I'm going to keep checking/using it for as long as I can. So any time you want to leave an anon comment/criticism for me there you can! :D
Last, sakumoto-sm is doing the fanfiction awards again and just finished the long list of nominations. I really wanted to participated as much as I could, since I only was able to a little last year, but I was too busy with my first few weeks of school to make nominations. ): Some of mine ended up in there again, so I'm happy that anyone thinks I'm good enough to nominate. :D I think I'll have time during Golden Week so maybe I can get a good deal of the way through the long list (it looks like a lot of re-nominations from last year anyway, so maybe it won't be so bad).
Rating: R
Pairing: Jun/Nino (side Sho/Ohno)
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: The adventures of Jun, a new teacher at a tiny school, as he tries deal with his coworkers-- specifically one socially awkward creep that he can't seem to get off his mind.
Previous: The Beginning
The Perfect Student
Just like the others had described him, Chinen was the perfect student despite losing the only friends his age so suddenly and making up the entire bulk of the student body.
He paid attention in class, did his homework, even when Jun assigned him too much, and sometimes studied more than he needed to (probably because he had nothing else to do in his free time). He was gracious when the teachers participated in things they didn’t have to (like when Jun finally gave in and started showing up to P.E. even though he wasn’t good at any sports… they found that out quickly and Nino made fun of him, even if Jun as a novice was much better than the math teacher) and thankful for every compliment or word of encouragement. (Turned out those worked especially well when they came from Ohno.)
And it seemed like he had a knack for almost everything too, from computers to music to memorizing poems to pronouncing English words to charming basically everyone in the city (village) limits. Jun was a little charmed too, although his own awkwardness as a first time teacher didn’t allow him to get sucked up in the lesson properly yet, even if Chinen tried so hard on his end to make things smooth. It wasn’t enough to make Jun discouraged, though, because he knew that everyone went through this phase first and he would only get better as the year passed.
On top of classes being a breeze (other than his own mistakes), Jun only had six of them a week, Japanese every day and one music class on Fridays (after he finished teaching Chinen how to read notes, which took him no time at all, they tried singing, which didn’t work out very well because Chinen was better than Jun was, but by that time Nino had been roped into coming to class to play the piano or guitar and it was fantastic), so, just as fast as he thought he would, he got bored of sitting at his desk with nothing to do. Within a week they settled in to a routine, the five teachers and one student, doing basically everything together except when Ohno slept in his office and Sho did paperwork and Nino sat at his computer and Aiba made tea.
“What do you do on there all day, anyway?” Jun asked in exasperation as he stared at Nino across from him, who was intently watching his screen, as he seemed to do whenever he was free. Although he was the computer teacher and seemed to have an interest, it was a little too fanatic (Jun had exhausted himself on social networking, his blog, plus emailing basically everyone he knew). But he was coming to realize how “different” Nino really was, and the fact that he couldn’t wrap his head around him at all scared him a bit.
“Work, what do you think?” Nino replied in a sharp tone without any malice to accompany it.
“What work?” Jun started to argue back, sitting up straighter in his chair, but Aiba, who had been watching the exchange with a cup poised in his hands, broke in.
“Oh, he does his cell phone work on there.”
Jun was about to incredulously ask, while he’s at school?! but Aiba continued and his mouth remained opened in slight shock.
“And his computer forming stuff and writing music and cool things like that!! Nino-chan is so cool!”
“Aiba, shut up,” Nino said half-heartedly, not looking away from his computer. “If you don’t know what to call it, then don’t call it anything.”
“Formatting. Website formatting,” Sho threw in helpfully, staring at his own computer (but at least it was accompanied by a stack of papers he had been working his way through for the last hour).
“Wait…” Jun held up his hand and closed his eyes while facing Nino, who had finally gotten interested enough to look up at him. “… That means, you have three jobs.”
“Four if you count my compositions. Nintendo placed a bid on one of them for a video game,” he smiled, half proud and half teasing.
“And you do them… here.”
“Yep.”
After the simple answer, Nino waited for another response, but when there wasn’t one right away, he turned back to his computer again, typing away quickly and almost soundlessly.
Jun could only stare at Nino, not sure what to think about this man.
“As long as he doesn’t slack as a teacher, we don’t care,” Sho explained under his breath. “Probably why he stayed, so I can only be thankful for Satoshi’s leniency.”
Well, at least that was the final explanation. Jun wondered what would make him stay.
If he stayed.
He still hadn’t decided yet, and he wouldn’t be asked whether he wanted to transfer or not until mid school year at least.
“I see…” he started with a dazed tone, looking down at this desk in thought, but suddenly the door was flung open enthusiastically and Ohno came in with a bright smile, Chinen right behind him.
“We caught three fish! Let’s have a barbeque tonight!”
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Jun noticed it quickly, all of the clues building up over several weeks, but the situation in which it really became clear was this:
He was sitting at the back of Sho’s English class with the other three teachers (apparently Ohno frequented every one, but Jun quickly realized that was only because he liked watching Sho with a dazed expression, probably his lips as he pronounced the words carefully for Chinen, who was sitting several feet in front of their own makeshift line).
The text was easy to follow for him because he had been forced to study English all through college, but there was something Sho said that he wanted to jot down in his notebook, which he had remembered while he had forgotten a pencil or even pen.
So he reached over for Nino’s, who was at the desk next to him (with Ohno on the other side), to borrow one from the brat, sure he wouldn’t mind after bonding over beer and kissing, but apparently he did because he grabbed Jun’s wrist tightly without even drawing his attention away from the board, as if it was a natural reflex more than a thought.
Because Jun thought he was just trying to subliminally ask for some respect, he sighed and rolled his eyes as Nino began writing something himself with his left hand, probably the same thing that Jun wanted to.
“Nino, let me borrow a pencil,” he whispered, slightly annoyed, and Nino finally turned to look at him, dropping his wrist and appearing to consider the request quite heavily.
Aiba looked a little nervous on Nino’s other side, watching the smaller man as he reached for the pencil case while Jun waited expectantly.
“Fine, I guess,” he grumbled, opening the small bag and looking through every single writing utensil he owned before pulling two out, obviously debating about which one to give to him.
Jun rolled his eyes again and was about to just grab one when Nino nodded and gently offered the nice purple mechanical pencil, which he took with a sighed thank you, jeez.
While he could still remember, he made a note at the top of the blank page, then got distracted as Aiba also asked to borrow a pencil, and ended up looking over at the other man with a raised eyebrow, since he had been taking notes since the beginning.
“Use your own,” Nino replied in annoyance, trying to ignore him, but Aiba pulled his white shirt a little and pouted.
“My lead broke. Come on, you let Jun borrow one.”
Nino glared at him once, then pulled his pencil case back into his hand and rummaged through it again, eventually pulling out a plain, half used wooden pencil which had bite marks on one end.
“Wow, thank you Nino-chan!”
“I told you not to call me that!” Nino replied hastily, glancing over at Jun and obviously embarrassed, and Jun didn’t understand this at all because Aiba got probably the shittiest one he had, while he had given Jun this new one that fit into his hand quite nicely. And yet Aiba was thanking him instead of arguing…? Maybe the science teacher was just too nice.
They quieted down again, Aiba frantically writing notes while Jun began spacing out as much as Ohno was, thinking mostly about Nino and the enigma that he was, and then as the lesson was wrapping up, Jun dated his paper before leaning over and handing back Nino’s pencil with another soft thank you.
Nino met his look with bright eyes and nodded before gingerly taking it in his own grip, his right hand which he didn’t write with, and twisting it until, apparently, he got comfortable, then looking at it happily without doing anything else.
But Jun noticed. That Nino was holding it exactly how Jun had, his thumb resting against the clip at the end because that was where it was the most comfortable.
It was creepy again, but Nino was looking at it with such delight, so cutely, that Jun felt butterflies rise in his stomach and immediately felt like puking.
When the bell rang they cleaned up normally, though, Nino carefully putting the pencil back in his case despite Jun’s incredulous stare, and when they walked into the hallway, Nino racing ahead of them because Chinen had math next and he needed to get his supplies, Aiba giggled and nudged Jun’s arm in a way that made Jun not want to know its meaning.
“Nino never lets anyone borrow his stuff,” he explained with enthusiasm. “He’s very overprotective of certain things, I meant to warn you but maybe there was no need.”
Jun stared at him, wondering how Nino sharing a pencil with him was a breakthrough.
“Like what?” he pressed.
“Hmm,” Aiba looked thoughtful, glancing up at the ceiling. “Well, mostly his desk.” Suddenly he looked at Jun seriously. “I wouldn’t try touching his computer, though, even if he shared his good pencil with you. I’m not kidding, he’ll kill you.”
“What?”
“And he never lets me touch his coffee cup.”
Jun had noticed that before, in the morning when Aiba had brought something out for each of them except Nino. But he had thought that was just because Nino already had one, or wanted to do it himself.
“Not to give him something to drink, and he won’t even let me wash it at the end of the day either!” he complained, as if washing dishes was part of his job fulfillment.
“That’s because I don’t trust you to wash it properly!” Nino shot at them as he flew past with a stack of books and several posters in his hands, not bothering to stop and talk to them other than that.
First Aiba laughed, then he turned back to Jun and continued as they reached the bottom of the stairs, “And he never allows anyone into his house.” This sounded more like a list of things that Aiba had messed up or pushed too far, rather than a compilation of Nino’s quirky personality. “No, I’m serious! Even when I pretended to be the mail man-“
Another lower laugh interrupted their conversation, and Sho caught up with them before they had entered the teachers’ room, shaking his head and giving Jun an understanding glance.
“I think Aiba’s exaggerating a bit, but Nino really is that way. I wouldn’t touch his stuff unless you want him upset with you.”
Sho was probably smart enough to just let Nino be, especially with the impeccable work he did, and Ohno didn’t seem like the type to care at all, but Aiba was almost acting offended at not being completely accepted by his coworker.
Jun took in the extra information as he made his way back to his desk, sitting down and automatically staring across it to Nino’s, which looked exactly the same as always, his laptop closed next to a tray of precisely straightened papers. There were some notes under a plastic desk cover, too, all written in crisp letters and lined up just as perfectly as everything else.
The signs were all there, but Jun hadn’t noticed it until now, after Aiba had obviously pointed it out to him. On one hand that made him feel weird, that Nino was willing to make even a small exception for him, but on the other hand he really wanted to see how far that exception went…
During the time that Nino was teaching, he came up with a plan, and carefully arranged his own desk to prepare for it. Although he was so curious it was annoying, he certainly didn’t want to get the math teacher pissed off at him, as Sho had warned, because who knew what the repercussions would be if that happened. Nino had been decent to him so far (if leering and sex jokes were considered decent), but he could only imagine what the quirky little man could do once he was set off. Aiba’s hacked computer was enough proof of that, and although Jun probably knew more about fixing something like that than Aiba did, it was obvious that Nino was capable of complete destruction when provoked.
Of course Jun had gone over his less than innocent plan several times and had completed his preparations before his victim returned to the office. Math was the last class of the day for Chinen, so he followed Nino into the teacher’s room with the proper greeting to the other adults present before double checking the homework he had been given, and any preparation for tomorrow’s class. Sho went with him back upstairs after he was finished in order to give him a quick homeroom, and Jun waited until Nino was distracted enough with his computer, hoping he wouldn’t notice as quickly because of it.
He had arranged papers all over his desk, acting as if he was comparing scores of music and writing notes on a piece of paper for next week’s class, and as nonchalantly as he could, he shifted some of the papers to clear room for his notebook, making them barely cross the line that was created by their joined desks.
Nino seemed to pause, staring at his screen distractedly, but didn’t say or do anything, and started up typing again momentarily, and it took all of Jun’s effort to keep his face neutral.
After another minute or two he moved his notebook over to fit his open textbook, pushing the papers again so that they were noticeably in Nino’s space.
This time he stopped and cleared his throat softly, but Jun didn’t look up, copying something from the textbook page and acting as distracted as possible.
With only a slightly longer pause, Nino gave up again, eventually returning back to his computer, but the next time Jun pushed the papers, less than ten seconds later, he immediately shut his laptop with a click and put his hands on top of his thighs, leaning over his desk and staring at Jun, who tried not to look up.
“Your stuff is on my desk,” he said pointedly, although it was obvious he was controlling his voice as much as he could to not let how much it annoyed him show.
Jun finally glanced up and feigned his best apologetic look before picking the papers up and placing them on top of something else, turning back to finish was he was doing, just so he wasn’t completely obvious. It only took another minute and then he was leaning back in his cheap, squeaky chair and stretching quite honestly. By then Nino had sighed in almost relief and had opened up his computer again, intent on what was probably one of his other jobs.
“Sorry about that. I’m going to get some more coffee, want another cup?”
As expected Nino looked up at Jun warily and immediately reached for his mug, clutching it almost possessively in his hand, but instead of immediately rejecting him, he looked thoughtful for a full second, probably wondering what Jun was up to before finally saying, “I’ll get it myself, thanks.”
It looked like the current pushing line was half a paper on his desk, then.
Jun shrugged and started into the small kitchen area, but noticed Aiba watching them from the doorway right away, and the taller man gave him a silent thumbs up before following him inside the small tea room and whispering that it was obvious that Nino liked him and that he was so lucky. Not only a borrowed pencil, but also not ripping his head off for placing something on his desk without explicit permission!
Nino came in behind them just a second later, though, and glared at him, cutting off the conversation, although Aiba looked like he wanted to ask him something as well.
It was tense as the math teacher poured his coffee (by himself, even when Aiba offered), and he curtly warned, “Don’t get any stupid ideas, Aiba-chan. I can still destroy your computer…” before he back out through the door, watching the two of them pointedly, up until he rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.
“You wouldn’t really do that, would you Nino?” Aiba immediately whined, getting a hold of himself and walking out behind him, following him back to his desk while Jun got his own coffee. It was funny that Aiba was fighting so hard for the same treatment that Nino was giving to Jun, even though he told himself that it was still creepy and that he didn’t care about it at all.
But, once he returned with his fresh cup of coffee in hand, he automatically found himself straightening up his desk in a silent apology, and when he met Nino’s eyes across the top of his computer they weren’t as hard as he thought they would be.
Sorry, he mouthed when Aiba was distracted--pouting and burying his head in a catalogue, obviously not happy with how the conversation with Nino had ended up. Jun felt a bit guilty about that, but he also couldn’t deny that somewhere deep inside, he was pleased that Nino had put his foot down.
Wait, what was wrong with him? He wasn't supposed to care. Actually, Jun couldn’t really figure his own emotions anymore as far as Nino was concerned.
In return he got a shy smile, and Nino ducked his down in embarrassment, as if the apology was an acknowledgement of not only what Jun had purposely done to test him, but that he also knew the meaning of Nino’s reaction as well.
He couldn’t help but smile himself, though, wondering what buttons of Nino’s he would try next.
The Incident
It happened on a slow day, while Ohno and Sho were gone for a meeting at the board of education (an all day affair, since it was a long drive). The classes had been rearranged so that both of them would do double duty the next day, but the downside was that, without Sho to chat with about the latest foreign bands or Ohno to distract him with cuteness, Jun found that he had very little to do while Aiba and Chinen were upstairs making castles out of gelatin in science class.
All of it started out like this:
Jun had found opportunities here and there to test Nino’s quirk boundaries, but the math teacher only put up with it for a little while before he apparently decided to punish Jun for trying so hard by finding his own ways to annoy him in return, the most recent of which had been commenting on his mother’s new haircut. (He’d gotten a picture via cellphone, and Jun would never be able to figure out how Nino had access to that, because even if he did work for the cellphone company that was an invasion of privacy right there.)
His retaliation had been to tilt Nino’s paper tray slightly once he walked into the tea room to make a copy on the oversized machine (it wouldn’t fit properly into the teachers’ room with all the desks, so they didn’t have another choice for its location, and Jun found it quite convenient for when he cooked in home economics class with Chinen, as there wasn’t much counter space otherwise).
Of course Nino noticed the change right away and set it straight again with a slight glare, even though Jun was trying to look innocent (despite the fact that there was no one else in the room that he could blame it on if pressed).
They lapsed into silence after that, Nino staring at his computer as usual and Jun trying to concentrate on a book that he had justified reading at school because there were a few passages he could use in his Japanese class (although that excuse was quite a stretch… but Ohno didn’t care anyway, it was really Jun’s work ethics that were the problem). He had started it last week and was finally getting to a good part (although the more caught up in it he became, the more guilty he felt), but it seemed like recently that Nino would start bugging him as soon as he pulled it out.
After finishing a page with no interruption, though, he looked up nonchalantly and found that Nino was gone. His desk was exactly the same as it had been a moment before, but Jun hadn’t noticed him stand or anything, and he certainly hadn’t been that into the book… right?
Worried enough that the other teacher was up to no good, he was just about to go looking for him when he suddenly felt a grip on his ankle, making him jump right up in his seat, his face flushed with adrenaline and pupils dilating instantaneously.
He took a deep breath to calm down before leaning back to check the situation with a frown, finding that Nino had crawled out from his own chair and through the tunnel created by their symmetric desks to get under Jun’s, and right between his legs.
With annoyance he sighed, “What’re you doing?” under his breath, knowing he should have expected something weird to happen, since they were both bored and more fidgety today than usual, and that Nino would never just let him be, especially when he genuinely wanted some quiet time to himself.
In reply Nino smirked and raised one finger to his lips in a sign for Jun to be quiet, then pulled the chair forward a little so that Jun was almost back in his regular position, giving Nino almost no room for himself in that cramped space.
But the small man adjusted, making Jun jump again by resting his head on his thigh and sliding his hands up his legs to his waist, and Jun tried to scoot back again, getting one hand back under the desk to push him away, but stilled when Nino started to speak, unable to hear him unless he was completely quiet.
“Jun-pon… better not move too much. I doubt anyone will come, but if they do and see you like this…” he warned, then emphasized his point by pulling at the fly on Jun’s slacks.
He almost, almost fought back, since there was still time to stand and make it out of the room despite Nino’s threat-because he could easily explain his pants coming undone to Chinen in a worst-case situation, and although it would be embarrassing as hell to hear Aiba’s jokes in addition to Nino’s, it might be better than what was about to happen… but somehow he doubted that.
And he didn’t have time to think about his response to the bold actions. In the five seconds he had hesitated Nino had undone his belt too and was working his cock out of his briefs and now it really was too late and he would just have to go along with it and hope that Nino wouldn’t declare Jun’s lack of stanch morality to the entire town.
As a small hand began to stroke him, he immediately got hard and squeezed his eyes shut, laying his free arm haphazardly on the desk and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow while the other grasped onto his pant leg, Nino’s cheek brushing it as he tilted his head.
Shit. What was he doing?
They were in school.
Matsumoto, you are so stupid.
He let out a small gasp when he felt Nino’s tongue lick the head of his cock, and had to bit his lip to keep from making any more noises as the mouth steadily engulfed him.
Somehow, a sense of survival (or maybe it didn’t have anything to do with that at all) rose to the surface and Jun managed to look around the room distractedly as Nino went to work, checking out the glass window just in case something had happened upstairs and the only two other people in the entire building had come down, or if Sho and Ohno had come back early (although both of those things were highly improbable).
As expected no one was there, but Jun thought it in his best interest to at least pretend like he wasn’t being given a hot blowjob by his co-worker--who he had already marked as creepy and stalkerish, but that he couldn’t quite bring himself to completely reject, whether that was because Jun liked the fact that Nino had made an exception for him, however small that was, or whether his own feelings towards Nino were actually involved.
Just as Nino’s other hand, the one that wasn’t fondling his balls, starting stroking his inner thigh on one side, Jun managed to pull his book back into his hand, although he had to close his eyes again as pleasure washed through him (but it was better than nothing). His fingers automatically brushed across Nino’s hollowed cheek and gripped his hair under the desk (he fleetingly wondering if Nino’s always perfect hairstyle was one of his quirks), widening his legs to give the other man as much room as he possibly could.
The fact that they were doing something very naughty hadn’t left his mind (although it was encouraging him just as much as it was making him feel incredibly terrible), but then again this completely fit Nino, a way to get back at Jun and still selfishly take what he wanted from him, and it wasn’t like it was something that he hadn’t been hinting at since the beginning. (And honestly, Jun had sort of thought about sex with Nino, in a way that automatically came to mind as soon as there was one small thing that made it seem like it would be possible, and he hadn’t discarded the idea as disgusting, which had been a surprise all its own.)
Although he knew he was being used a bit, he currently didn’t want to stop, and he could blame it on Nino afterwards (he would blame it on Nino no matter how much he insisted that Jun liked it), so he let his mind wander a little in order to get this over with faster, even though heat was already rushing to his cheeks and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he came.
By the time he had created an accurate image in his mind of Nino’s thin lips around his cock, his soft skin, long eyelashes, and especially that devious look in his caramel eyes, he was worked up pretty badly, panting into the cover of his novel, which he had ended up pressing against his face to hide his expression just in case, and his hips were aching to thrust forward, but that would be too awkward and obvious anyway, and it would let Nino know just how much he was enjoying this (just like begging for him to suck harder would, which is why he hadn’t).
Then he had a tingling at the back of his neck that had nothing to do with the orgasm that was threatening to overtake him at any second (if Nino would just let him already), and he glanced over at the window just in time to see Aiba reaching for the door, wearing an apron that was covered in an off green powder.
“Shit-“
He wondered if Nino had planned it this way, planned to get them caught by Aiba who would talk about it for the rest of the day at least, if not into next week, about how cute they were together and that Jun needed to work harder so that Nino would let him into his house so they could do things there, and he would declare them a couple as much as Sho and Ohno were even though they were not (not yet, not yet).
“Jun-chan you really shouldn’t use language like that at school!” he chided unconsciously as the door shut behind him. “What if I was Chi-“
And then he stopped right as Jun twitched, trying to bury his head in the crook of his elbow on top of his desk, because he was far too close now to push Nino away or to try to pretend like they weren’t doing what it was obvious they were doing, or at least Jun’s reactions to it, but instead of Aiba crying out how could you do this at school you pervert, he did something very different.
After promptly walking over to him without saying another word, he pulled Jun’s head up gently, coaxing him to turn and look at him (which he did because he couldn’t put enough effort into resisting, his eyes unable to focus properly) and then kissed him.
Jun was finally able to let out a moan as Aiba pried his mouth open with his tongue, forcing him to lean back in his chair, and right on cue Nino jerked him hard as he added suction right on the tip of his cock and he came at the sudden sensory overload, his legs shaking with the effort to stay in place.
Aiba sucked his tongue hard too, right before letting him go, and Jun’s whole body limp, leaving him unable to do anything but stay where he was, looking up at the man hovering over him in a daze, panting from the exertion on his body and unable to move until Nino neatly tucked him back into his pants and then pushed his roller chair back so that he could peek out from under the desk, glaring up at Aiba and obviously not pleased with what had just happened.
“You know he’s mine,” Nino started in annoyance, wiping his face with the back of his hand, and Jun blinked once, the bratty words promptly bringing him back to life. He was going to argue that their relationship hadn’t progressed that far yet, realized that he admitted to some sort of relationship in the first place, and then completely wiped his brain blank and frowned down at the math teacher.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” he almost yelled, pushing Nino’s lounging upper half off of him and standing as Nino just barely caught himself before he was sprawled out on the floor. Aiba started giggling behind him, so he turned to glare at him too, making the taller man back off immediately at his expression, retreating a few steps and then walking towards the tea room in order to escape the situation, as if he hadn’t actually taken any part in it.
Oh well, Jun would take care of him later. He was tired of being stepped all over just because he was the youngest here.
He turned back to Nino, who was still halfway under his desk, looking like he belonged there and that there was absolutely wrong with that fact, or with what he had just done.
There were millions of lectures that came to Jun’s mind, but he filtered through them in a few seconds, already knowing what had upset him the most, the fact that Nino had no respect for him as a teacher, or more importantly as a person. There were certainly much better ways to go about wooing someone you fancied (although, he had to admit that none of them would have caught his attention quite as much as this strategy).
“You’re despicable.” Jun spoke in a low voice, trying to convey how serious he was (although he had taken much pleasure in the act himself, and might have even encouraged it had it been a different situation). He wondered if Sho would fire him despite how laid back the entire school hierarchy was, or the fact that Nino had started it, or that they weren’t caught by Chinen.
Nino stared back at him in a bored expression, although his posture was defensive and possibly annoyed.
“You liked it,” he argued simply, “And we were bored.”
That was the last straw for Jun and his mind was suddenly blinded by rage at Nino’s flippant attitude.
He looked up quickly, knowing what would cause the most damage, and wasted no time in serving his punishment.
First he reached over and flipped Nino’s perfectly placed tray of papers, sending them flying all over his desk and the floor. That immediately drew a gasp from the math teacher, who tried to turn around and scurry back to his chair before Jun could do anything else, but the space was tight and that action took too much time. He didn’t make it ahead of Jun, who had already darted around the cluster of the desks at lightning speed, and he grabbed at something just as Nino managed to get his chair out of the way and begin standing.
But by the time he got his balance and whirled around to face Jun, his precious coffee cup was already in his hands and Nino’s eyes were wide as he stared at it, completely ignoring the state his desk was in. Aiba had come back, alerted by the sudden racket, and became a witness as Jun dropped the cup into the trash, which was full of questionable day old scraps from cooking class as well as some experiment that hadn’t worked out in science a few days ago. (They were men and they were lazy.)
Nino stared at it in horror and Jun clenched his jaw, trying to prepare himself against the overwhelming guilt he could already feel coming on at betraying Nino in such a deep way, and Aiba was just as immobile as the other two, looking completely horrified at what Jun had done.
And that was how Chinen found them, knocking gently on the door before excusing himself to come in, looking at his three teachers with innocent eyes before asking quietly, “Aiba-sensei, should I start warming up without you?”
Jun took the opportunity as it presented itself, and turned to the student. “Chinen-kun, you’ll have P.E. with me today and we’re going running. Go get your tennis shoes,” he commanded curtly, then stomped over to his own desk to collect his things, not bothering to look at either of the other teachers, who still hadn’t moved, and continued not to as Jun made his way out the door.
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Jun had managed not to talk to Nino or Aiba for the rest of the afternoon, mostly because Nino wasn’t around once he got back (which was okay since Aiba was taking Sho’s homeroom duty), and, once Chinen left, the two of them, with an unsaid agreement, closed the school. It appeared that Aiba wasn’t quite prepared to talk with him either.
The next morning Jun waited as long as he could before going to school, hoping to use the others as a buffer between himself and Nino, but the math teacher was still nowhere to be seen, and before he had even sat down at his desk, Sho curtly pulled him into Ohno’s empty office.
The vice principal closed the door quietly, and gently offered the younger man a seat despite the hard look on his face.
“You threw Nino’s cup into the garbage can?” he started with right away as he took a seat across from Jun on the matching couch.
First taking a deep breath and wondering how much Aiba (or Nino, but probably Aiba) had told him, he tried to be mature about it and answered the question first. “Yes.”
It was morbidly silent for a second, making Jun feel like he was on his deathbed, and so after only a moment of that treatment, he couldn’t stop the accusations from falling from his mouth.
“Nino started it! He was… I mean he-“ It was only after he started talking that he realized he was digging himself a hole he would never get out of, but Sho held up his hand and gave him a warning look.
“Aiba already tried to give me the details and I assure you I don’t need them,” Sho replied in an even voice, and Jun didn’t blame him for avoiding the topic. “And I’m sure you were justified in your reaction.”
If that was the case, Jun wasn’t sure why he was where he was. He waited for Sho to explain it to him, and the vice principal did so after closing his eyes and rubbing his head in irritation.
“Nino’s refusing to come into work. It’s not a problem today because he hasn’t used even one sick day since he started working here, but knowing Nino… He’s not going to come back in here until you at least apologize.”
Jun’s lips arched down in a deep frown, both angry at Nino for leveraging his seniority over him, and also a little angry at himself for what he had done to hurt the other man in such a way. Although he really didn’t think it warranted sulking at home like a baby.
“So, I know this is hard for you, but you need to apologize to him. And probably buy him a new cup,” Sho said curtly, and although at one time Jun would have thought the verdict to be unfair, he didn’t quite mind at this point. At least Sho forcing him to do so would save him from worrying about whether he should or not all day before inevitably giving in and doing it anyway.
“I understand. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any trouble,” Jun said formally before bowing as deeply as he could in his seated position, but he was surprised when Sho clapped him on the shoulder and chuckled in a low voice. Looking up with a little confusion, he could already see the relief on the other man’s face, probably due to the fact that Jun wasn’t being as much of a hassle about it as he could have.
“I know he can be irritating sometimes, but I’ve also never seen him behave as well as he does with you. Don’t think we’re trying to push him on you, but… I have a feeling this isn’t a one-sided thing,” he commented lightly and Jun almost argued back (except for the fact that even he wasn’t quite sure what exactly was going on between them, or whether or not he wanted to avoid it at all costs).
Sho sighed and stood up, motioning that they were finished and Jun followed after him, both entering the teachers’ room just as Aiba set a cup of coffee down on Jun’s desk, their eyes meeting briefly before Aiba looked away sheepishly. But he was smiling lightly, so it appeared that at least there was only one person he needed to make up with, whether that was because Aiba didn’t want to take sides in the argument, or because he felt bad about tattling to Sho about it.
“By any means, it’ll be better for everyone if you two can get along,” Sho added as an afterthought, then sat down at his desk, already opening his computer to start on his work for the day, breathing a quick thank you as Aiba handed him his own steaming mug.
Not wanting to seem too desperate, Jun pulled his books out of his bag and prepared for his class for ten minutes first before sneaking into the tea room where Aiba was doing the customary supply check (noticing Nino’s tea cup in the sink right away, although he already knew that Nino would never touch it again, not after where it had been) and getting Nino’s information from the older man.
Back at his desk he began composing a short apology message as discreetly as possible, but before he had even finished To Nino, Sho cleared his throat and suggested, “See if you can get him here by fourth period?”
Jun rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, wondering how in the world he was going to make it up to him and get things back to their awkwardly normal state.
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Turned out it wasn’t as hard as he thought.
After offering to buy him a new cup, and confirming with Nino that he would do so as soon as possible, the math teacher miraculously recovered and was at school ten minutes later, although he looked haggard and sleep-deprived.
Over the course of Sho’s English class, the two of them writing notes to each other in the back (Jun had his own pencil this time, and Aiba was pretending to ignore them-Ohno’s mind wasn’t there in the first place), he was forced to agree to take Nino to the next town over (an hour away) to pick out a new cup on Saturday, and Nino promptly announced their “date” to everyone as soon as they were back in the teachers’ room.
“It’s not a date,” Jun had tried to argue, but Sho only looked pleased that they had made up, while Aiba was cooing over their latest relationship step. Ohno gave them a cute smile and a list of things to buy for the school and added, get something nice for yourself too, before retreating into his office for his mid-morning nap.
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A/N: Happy Golden Week! I'm settling in well but pretty busy during the week still, so updates will probably be only on the weekend for a while. I feel like the end of this was more like a chapter ending than the "series of oneshots" I was going for, but I guess there's nothing I can do about it. :\ And random sudden R rating.
By the way, I have a thread open at the Johnny's concrit meme and I'm going to keep checking/using it for as long as I can. So any time you want to leave an anon comment/criticism for me there you can! :D
Last, sakumoto-sm is doing the fanfiction awards again and just finished the long list of nominations. I really wanted to participated as much as I could, since I only was able to a little last year, but I was too busy with my first few weeks of school to make nominations. ): Some of mine ended up in there again, so I'm happy that anyone thinks I'm good enough to nominate. :D I think I'll have time during Golden Week so maybe I can get a good deal of the way through the long list (it looks like a lot of re-nominations from last year anyway, so maybe it won't be so bad).