Are teachers and parents allowed to date?

Chapter 6

"Hey Johnny," Paul smiled sadly, a guitar on his back and rain soaked hair.

"Wh-" John took a step back, "I must still be asleep-" he grumbled, "He's in my fucking subconscious now... stupid gorgeous bastard."

"John please-" Paul pleaded, grabbing John's arm. "I have to talk to you!"

"Five minutes, then leave," John glared, realising this was not in fact a dream.

"I'm sorry. I royally fucked up, I know. But I really hope you can forgive me, because, well, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you and I need you. And you're right! Your son should always come first. I guess, I guess I thought that you were saying I meant nothing to you, and the only thing I was good for was taking you away from Julian. I was afraid of that because you mean everything to me! This is the first time in a long time I've been able to truly connect with someone. And it's incredible that it's someone as amazing as you! So please- please forgive me," Paul cried, "I wrote a song for you..."

"The Oh Johnny one?" John asked, his heart aching.

"You heard it..." Paul smiled softly, "But no, it's a different one..."

"Get on with it," John said, trying his best to seem like he didn't care. But deep down he wanted to run up and kiss Paul right then.

"Wanna give you my heart
Wanna tell you my story
Gonna take it to another level, you and me
Wanna give you my word
Let me give you my promise
I will try to make it happen
You can guarantee
Hand in hand
Walking through life and making our plans
Hand in hand
We can make this dream come true
Only if we wanted to
We can make this dream come true
Only when we understand
Everything in life is planned
Can we make this dream come true?
Wanna give you my heart
Wanna tell you my story
Gonna take it to another level, you and me
Hand in hand
Walking through life and making our plans
Hand in hand
Hand in hand..." he sang, strumming his guitar gently.

Tears streaming down his cheeks, John couldn't resist his emotions anymore, he pulled Paul into a hug and pressed his mouth to Paul's.

Paul's lips were soft and salty with tears, but that made no difference. John loved him. He had waited for this moment for so long, and it was perfect.

"I'm so sorry John," Paul sobbed, breaking the kiss.

John rested his forehead against Paul's, "Shhh... it's okay love. It's alright. I-I I love you."

"I love you too," Paul smiled and sniffled. "Now come on, I'm not done making it up to you!"

John laughed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, "At least let me change into real clothes first!"

Paul grinned and pressed another kiss to John's lips, "I love you, Mr Soup Eyes."

A shiver running through his body, John smiled and kissed Paul again, "I love you too, Mr Hot Teacher."

John pulled Paul inside to his room, "You can leave your guitar in here if you want."

Paul nodded, his gaze fixed on a paper on the nightstand. Tear stained and slightly torn, but still recognisable, Julian's sweet drawing.

"Jules took it down after you... uhh... so I kept it in here. Maybe cried over it once or twice," John scratched the back of his neck, holding a pair of pants and a button up shirt.

Paul grabbed the sides of John's face and stared deeply into his eyes, "You are the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life."

With a small grin, John wrapped his arms around Paul's slim waist, "Not too bad yourself..."