Inner Thigh

Chapter two

Warning sexual content

The Next Day
Alfred's POV

Alfred and Matthew (Alfred's twin who's also Canadian) were sitting at lunch in the cafeteria when all of a sudden, an albino kid comes up from behind Matthew and hugs him.
"Hi Gilbert."
"Hey Birdie, hey Alfred."
"Hey dude, what's up?"
Gilbert smirked. "Nothing much, what's going on with you and that gym teacher?"
"What do you mean?"
"You like him don't you?"
Alfred had tinted cheeks "And what makes you think that?"
"You flirting with him and winking at him. We know your gay Alfred, everyone does. Only thing is, although he's young, how will you get away with dating a teacher?"
"Woah woah, don't jump to conclusions so fast. I never said I was going to date him." Alfred was lying. Alfred would love to go out on dates with this guy; he seemed interesting enough. Waking up, staring into those green eyes, Arthur cradled in his arms 'cause he figures he's that type of guy and then making breakfast for the both of them. How am I so In love already with I guy I haven't even met personally? And how did he know Arthur would even want to be in a relationship with a student he thought to himself.
"So you just want to fuck him? I didn't know you were like Francis."
"I am definitely not perverted like he is and besides, I don't want to just fuck him."
"So you're in love." Matthew spoke up.
"Ding, ding, ding." Gilbert
"Have you gotten him to notice you Alfred ?"
"More than enough." Gilbert replied to his boyfriend.
"Well whatever you do, don't mess it up and make it where he get's fired."
"Yeah..." Alfred said with a half smiling face."That would be awful."
"Speaking of gym and Mr.Kirkland, Romeo and The Awesome have to leave for it so I'll see you later or text you."
"Alright bye" Matthew waved bye.

After lunch had finished, they quickly grabbed their bags and changed at top speed.
Today, they would officially be doing weight training.
Arthur was looking through his notes while most students were rushing out of the changing room. It seems Mr.Kirkland was focused on something rather then looking up at his students. When everyone had finally finished changing, Mr. Kirkland said  "Everyone, find a partner. They will be your spotter and you will be theirs." Right before Alfred could ask anyone, everyone had already chosen a partner to pair up with. This made Alfred think of something.
"Artie?"
"It's Mr.Kirkland to you." He sounded irritated.
"I don't have a partner."
Arthur looked around the class seeing how what Alfred stated was very true. "You may join a group."
"They already started. If I joined a group, they would be forced to go back to that station to be my spotter. I think it would be more convenient if you were my spotter." Alfred was smiling like an idiot.
"Me?"
"You're our gym teacher You can probably do it best."
"I-I suppose. Give me a moment."
"Thanks Artie."

Arthur's POV

There's no point to correcting him anymore. He's never going to stop no matter what I do. This boy has no manner or respect what so ever. I must help him out now. What an irritating smart arse.
"Alfred, station one is over here." Arthur said getting Alfred's attention.
"Oh"

Arthur noticed jurying the time they had spent together doing training that Alfred kept the conversation going. Most of the students that he's taught would make fun of his large eyebrows and his "grumpy attitude" but not Alfred. Alfred was a great listener and didn't mind him babbling on about what "real" football was. He just sat there, smiling like a goof, would talk about how much of a hero he was and would just, compliment him a bunch. Arthur had never met someone quite like him. He enjoyed his talks with him. But all of these things didn't mean anything. Arthur knew that Alfred wouldn't wanted see  him later on. He may even get to know him more and be disgusted with him. The student teacher thing could never work out.

It was eight minutes before the bell would ring and everyone headed back to the changing rooms. Arthur gathered all of his things and went down to his official office space. He was supposed to be coaching some sport this year and needed to make cuts for the team.

Everyone had already left the school including the principal. It was getting late and Arthur was invited to go out for drinking. He politely said "No thank you. Maybe another time." Before he could leave, he forgot some papers down in the weight room. Walking down the hallway, he noticed the lights on in the room. Maybe he forgot them on? When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a sweaty American drinking water after what seems like chin-ups.
"A-Alfred? W-w-what are you doing in here? It's past school hours." He stuttered.
Alfred shot his eyes directly towards Arthur, terrified.
"GAH I thought you were a ghost!"
"Alfred, there's no such thing."
"How would you know!"
"It's completely un-scientific."
Alfred pouted. "Now answer my question if you don't mind."
"Oh, I was in here training for football season. Mr.Donaldson said I could."
"I don't think he meant you could stay here until 8:00pm."
"I needed more time. I don't think he's gonna mind. Besides, no one even looks at security cameras unless a crime was committed."
"Are you done in here? I need to lock up the school."
"Almost, if you're not busy, could you watch me or at least stay in here for a little while longer?
"Only because I'm generous." Arthur replied.
Alfred sat down in the Inner Thigh training machine. Arthur on the other hand, was studying him. Alfred, probably thinking he was strong enough, was moving at a fast pace (something you're not supposed to do). Arthur, was walking up with large strides, towards him. Alfred immediately stopped and watched him.
"You're doing it incorrectly. Allow me to help." Without thinking clearly, Arthur placed his hands on Alfred's thighs, pressing his legs forwards the centre, then back, at a slow pace.
"If you go fast, you might hurt yourself and-" Alfred was deeply blushing.
"Is something wrong?"
With a surprise, Alfred had bent down, grabbed Arthur's face kissing him deeply and passionately. It was so sudden but already Arthur was a moaning mess in Alfred's mouth.

Alfred's POV

Alfred stopped for a moment, catching his breath while starring into Arthur's eyes.
"Have I ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?"
"Not in that context but yes."
Alfred were both smiling but then went back into kissing once again. This time, they were pealing off each other's clothes leaving the Americans muscle shirt on and Arthur's white dress shirt. Alfred decided to lift Arthur up off the ground which in return, received a started sound out of Arthur. Arthur sat down in the chair still panting. Alfred was about to give him a service he'd remember for his whole high school life. Alfred took Arthur's whole member in his mouth all at once.
"Hnng ha Alf-red."
Arthur took a hold of Alfred's hair and was yanking on it.
"A-Alfred I'm gonna-"
Before Arthur could finish what he was saying, he had cum into Alfred's mouth.
"I'm so sorry!"
Alfred swallowed and licked up the leakage.
"You didn't have to swallow it you idiot!"
"It's fine" He grinned.
Alfred this time, had Arthur pinned bent over against the wall while gripping onto his wrists above his head. With one quick motion, Alfred flicked open the cap of a lube bottle.
"Wa- wa- what are you doing having that at school?"
"Just in case something like this ever were to happen." He smirks.
Oh what a delightful night they will be having.

(may post a chapter three)