Inner Thigh

Chapter one

warning sexual content in chapter two
Alfred's POV
It had been almost fifteen minutes past the bell. Everyone in the weight room was waiting impatiently for the last couple of minutes until they could finally leave class. The substitute teacher had still not arrived. Alfred on the other hand, was waiting impatiently for the teacher to arrive so he can show off in front of the other students his strength. No one understood how he had it (considering he ate five hamburgers from McDonalds for what seems like everyday) but man he had muscle.

A 23 year old man, blond hair and thick eyebrows burst through the door out of breath, panting.

"So sorry I'm late class. I promise this will never occur again for the time I am with you. I'll take up attendance in just a moment. For now, please pass this sheet of paper to everyone."

Alfred could tell that this man wasn't regularly a gym teacher as he had no muscle and looked not so active. What he could say though was that this man with the gorgeous green emerald eyes was highly attractive and if he could lift or not did not matter what-so-ever to Alfred.

Once the pages were almost half way spread amongst students, the teacher started preparing himself for the lesson. The people in weight training were all distracted with their conversations.

"Sir" Alfred spoke up, "What's your name and how long will you be teaching us here for?"
His heart must have skipped a beat as those emeralds gazed his way.

"My apologies, my name is Arthur Kirkland but you may call me Mister Kirkland. I will be teaching your class for the next 2 days as Mr.Sylvestre is away."

"Alright, thank you Artie. My name is Alfred.F.Jones." he smiled.

"I asked you to call me Mister Kirkland. Although I may appear young which I am, I am still your teacher at the moment so you may respect me and act as though Mr.Sylvestre is here mister Jones."

Was that a British accent he heard? Adorable.
"Sir, do you come from England?"

Mr.Kirkland smirked. "Why yes, I do."

"I can tell by the accent. It's cute." He grinned. His grin drew even wider as Mr.Kirkland looked away, blushing.

Arthur's POV

What was this idiot thinking, flirting with a teacher. Even so, Arthur did have to admit Alfred was good looking. He was your average America teen. Blond hair, blue eyes like the ocean, something you could drown in with pleasure, tan skin but then something so unique physically. This boy had a piece of hair defying gravity. That made Arthur want to go all nit picky and comb in down but that was none of his business. Right now he had to get on with the class.

"I need a volunteer to come up for me."
No no no no no. Of course Alfred's hand was the only hand that shot up leaving him no choice but to choose him. Whatever Arthur, it's just a student. You've only seen this guy for not even ten minutes and you're already thinking about inappropriate stuff like him having sex and being dominant with you. Him holding you with his large hands, panting. I bet he has a nice- SNAP OUT OF IT KIRKLAND. Arthur struggled, but he managed to say "Alright Alfred, do you mind if I point and touch you where I need to for the muscle map?"

"Of course not. I can take my shirt off if you'd like." He winked. Some albino kid in the back woo'd which made everyone laugh. Arthur had tinted red cheeks "That's quite alright mister Jones." "It'll make things much easier sir." Alfred disobeyed, taking off his shirt. Why does Alfred have to make his life so hard right now.

Alfred's POV

Why is it so easy to make Arthur blush? Well, at least now I know the guy's gay which is a bonus he thought to himself.
First, Arthur started explaining and touching where Alfred's trapezius was, his deltoid and it finally came to his "pecs".
"Here, we have the pectoralis major..."
Alfred found it funny how all of a sudden, Arthur was no longer touching him (which disappointed him) and so, decided to mess with him a bit and have some "fun".
"I don't think they can see where you're pointing." Before Arthur could even defend himself, Alfred grabbed his wrist, making Arthur touch his pecs. A small moan sound escaped Arthur's lips which then, he covered by coughing and pulling his hands away. Alfred was grinning like an idiot, knowing he would be soon yelled at by the flushing man.

Arthur cleared his throat "That will not be necessary Jones."

"You're being too shy. You studied the human body, did you not?" Alfred questioned.

"I don't like making students feel uncomfortable as some are."

"Well count me out of those people." Oh, Alfred would love to have Arthur studying him, feeling every crease and muscle on his body. He bet Arthur would be all aroused and red. Some giggles were heard from the class and so Arthur moved on.
Once the bell had rung indicating that it was the end of the day, everyone filed out of the weight room except for Alfred, leaving the two alone. Alfred was attempting to leave but was struggling with putting his shirt back on. He finally succeeded and before he could leave he HAD to say something. This was his chance to be alone with him.

"So, why did Mr.Sylvester leave? We've only had him for three weeks and he's already gone somewhere?" Alfred tried making conversation.

"Mr.Sylvestre was fired. He was doing illegal actions such as drunk driving and almost killing a child which is now in surgery so, I suppose they're either hiring me or replacing him with another teacher."
"Let's hope not." Alfred replied.
"Why's that?" Arthur seemed puzzled.
"Why would a rich school like Hetalia High, get rid of a sexy teacher like you?"
And with that, Alfred smirked while leaving Arthur speechless.