Chapped Lips

1.

"But, I did the work, Mr. Fuentes." The words came out of Mike's lips slowly. He stood in front of his teacher, Vic Fuentes's desk, gently swaying back and forth, acting innocent.

"Are you sure? Because it wasn't turned in to me." Mr. Fuentes said, quickly looking through his papers again.

"I'm sure, Mr. Fuentes. Are you sure you didn't maybe misplace it?" Mike asked. Mr. Fuentes ran his fingers through his hair before standing out of his seat and opening one of the file cabinets.

"Maybe. I've just been so busy lately. It seems as if everything is slipping away from me." He said, faking a chuckle.

Mike slowly crept up behind his teacher and moved his wavy hair away from his neck. The cold touch from Mike's fingertips caused a shiver to run down Mr. Fuentes's back.

"Mm. That's too bad. I guess I'll just have to redo the assignment, won't I, Mr. Fuentes?" Mike whispered in his ear. His lips "accidentally" rubbing over his teachers ear.

"N-no, that's uh, that's okay. I'm sure I've just m-misplaced it." Vic said, stuttering at his words. Slowly, a grin slid over Mike's face, and Vic could feel it against his neck.

"That's alright, Mr. Fuentes. I can stay and redo it. I have time." Mike said, stepping back over to Mr. Fuentes desk. Vic took in a deep breath and slowly let it out before taking the seat at his desk.

"Where's my pen?" Vic asked, searching around on his desk. Mike grinned as he stepping closer until he was directly in front of Mr. Fuentes.

"How about you reach into my jeans and see if it's there?" Mike asked in a whisper. Vic swallowed hard, his cheeks turning red.

"Uh, I, uh I'll just find another one."

"Are you scared, Mr. Fuentes? Remember what you said on the first day, I'm not scared of anything?"

"Well, it's-"

"C'mon, just slide your hand inside and get your pen." Mike whispered, unbuttoning the button on his jeans. He took Vic's hand and led it to the front of his jeans. With bright red cheeks, Mr. Fuentes slid his hand inside Mike's jeans and grabbed his pen.

"See. That wasn't so hard, right? Or was it?" Mike asked with a smirk. "I see something is hard."

Vic looked down, seeing the bulge in his own jeans. He didn't think he could feel anymore embarrassed. Why did his student have to torture him like that?

"Uh, I-I don't think you'll have to redo the assignment. I'm sure you turned it in, I've just probably misplaced it." Vic said, quickly collecting all his things.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Mike asked, leaning against the wall.

"I, uh, have to be somewhere and umm... yeah."

"Awe, Mr. Fuentes, it was just getting fun." Mike whined.

"Come on." Vic said, motioning for Mike to exit the room. Mike pouted, but did as told, being a good boy.

"Have a good evening, Michael." Vic said, rushing down the hallway.

"Mike, you mean." He called after him. Without another word, Vic was out of sight.

"Did you get in trouble?" A quiet voice behind Mike asked. He turned around to see Tony, his boyfriend.

"Nah. Just a little misunderstanding. Ready to go, baby boy?"

Tony smiled and nodded his head. As the two left the school, Mike grabbed his boyfriend's hand and locked their fingers together.

"I love you." Tony said. "You're the best thing that's happened to me."

Mike smiled. "I love you, too."

But he's no Mr. Fuentes.