Who:Any student in need of academic guidance, or just someone to talk to What: Guidance Counseling When: M-F 9 am - 4:55 pm Where: Mr. Van Der Meer's office Warnings: Possible mentions of drug use and teenage angst
Johannes threw open the door to his brother's office, gripping the arm of a rather attractive student, and barged into the office. He was irate--in a calm sort of way--and this was all he could think of doing.
"This student, has absolutely no respect," Johannes began, showing the student to Maarten. "Just...just..." He reached his hand to his forehead, pushing up his glasses. "Listen."
Maarten leaned back in his chair, putting down Dune and slipping a piece of paper in to mark his place. He was used to his brother bursting into his office, though not usually in the company of a student. He looked at said student and nodded at one of the chairs. "Please, sit down. Johannes, you don't have to stay if you don't want to, I'm sure you have a class to teach. And thank you."
Francis put on his "charmer" routine as he looked at the handsome guidance counsellor in front of him. With any luck, perhaps this man would be easier to seduce. "Bonjour." He sits down. "You're looking nice today." He flashes a charming smile towards the counsellor.
"Thank you, you look nice yourself. Please, sit down, I hate for people to be uncomfortable in my office. Now, what is this Mr. Van Der Meer said about you not having any respect." Maarten had also heard rumors about the younger man and as curious as he had to admit (only to himself) to being about the student he had no intention of seeing if any of them were true. Not even that one about what Francis could do with nothing more than a Popsicle and his own mouth.
He thinks to himself. "We're hitting it off quite well, I think." He then speaks to him. "Thanks; I feel quite comfortable, being here. However, I was not showing him any disrespect; quite the opposite, actually. He apparently doesn't appreciate ..." He then switches to his sort of lecherous tone. "... good manners. Likewise, I would not show disrespect towards such a handsome man such as yourself." He moves in a bit closer. "I have only ... respect for my elders. That and ... one other thing."
"We are not hitting it off at all." Johannes grunts, still annoyed with the student. And so, he grabs him by the collar, keeping the boy from advancing on either him, or his brother who seemed to be his new target.
He smirks widely. "Funny, I don't remember saying anything about hitting it off. Sounds like somebody ... is in denial." He grins as he's picked up by the collar. "It also looks like you seem to want me all ... to ... yourself. ... Of course, you don't have to have your hands on my clothes ..." He whispers. "You could take them off me. After all, you promised that you'd give me some action."
Johannes's cheeks flushed in annoyance, grumbling at the French student. This boy was enjoying having fun changing everything he said into something perverted and obscene. "I have no intention of taking your clothes off or giving you the action you desire."
"What kind of teacher are you? A promise is a promise." He leans in and gives the teacher a peck on the cheek. "You have no idea what sexy body lies underneath these clothes. I'd be happy to show you, though."
"I'm a teacher who does not believe in engaging in sexual activity with a student!" Johannes snaps at the boy. "I personally don't care what you have to show me, you are being obscene!"
"Don't think of us as teacher and student; we are not even in the classroom right now, and when we were, we weren't actually doing anything. However, I would like to point out ..... your blushing. Admit it; you're hot for me." He moves in closer. "After all, as I recall, you were the one who promised me 'action.'"
Maarten had one hand covering his mouth, trying his damnedest not to smile at his brother's exasperation. "Johannes, put Francis down please, I think I see what the problem is. Go ahead and go back to your students, I believe I can handle it from here." he smiled at his younger brother reassuringly. "Francis, if you would restrain yourself long enough for Mr. van Der Meer to get back to his students I would... appreciate it."
"You two really don't have to fight over me." He smiles. "There's enough Francis for both of you, and I will show you the 'respect' you two deserve. I'm sure I can restrain myself for a few seconds, though."
Ah, this student was not getting it. "I'm flushed because you're impossible to deal with." Johannes hisses. "As well as that--you are saying these things in front...in front of my brother!"
"Oh, I hope he doesn't feel left out. After all ..." He looks over to the guidance counsellor and back to the teacher. "He could always join in; after all, you're the one trying to keep me all to yourself."
Maarten cleared his throat loudly, hoping to get the attention of both Johannes and Francis. "Excuse me? May I get a word in, seeing as this is my office?"
"This student, has absolutely no respect," Johannes began, showing the student to Maarten. "Just...just..." He reached his hand to his forehead, pushing up his glasses. "Listen."
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"Please, sit down. Johannes, you don't have to stay if you don't want to, I'm sure you have a class to teach. And thank you."
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Maarten had also heard rumors about the younger man and as curious as he had to admit (only to himself) to being about the student he had no intention of seeing if any of them were true. Not even that one about what Francis could do with nothing more than a Popsicle and his own mouth.
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"Francis, if you would restrain yourself long enough for Mr. van Der Meer to get back to his students I would... appreciate it."
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