On The Desk

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"Okay" Tilly March arched his thick eye brows, "what to do, what to do?" Tilly stared down at Bart straped to the bolted bar stool. This is what you wanted" Tilly pinched the bridge of his glasses, ran a hand through his rust and sand hair then rested on his matured cheekbone.Then he reluctantly reached into Barts school satchel for The Notebook.

{i thought i would try a boyXboy i don't know how well this is going to work out, Just read before you judge} (>_<)

(TILLY MARCH P.O.V)

ONE MONTH EARLIER

This starts as just a normal day in world history room 304. yes the most boring class on earth but don't let my judgement sway you. in a class of 21 young vibrant seventeen, eighteen and nineteen year-olds only six of them are awake. Leaning on the edge of dreamland and ancient Greece.

I couldn't help myself. I had prepared something for those bright eyed bushy tailed students. the students still hanging on to consciousness. i turned from the chalk board and held the chalk to my lips. Should i do this now? I thought yeah. i made a complete and rapid turn and pounded my hands on the desk and no one stirred. Perfect.

"If your awake say hey." the students monotonously replied

"hey". i put a little spin in my step and walked down the aisle like Micheal jackson. i grabbed my crotch kicked my leg and sang

"if your awake say ho" The few students that still had eyes open began to get a little hyped up saying

"ho" i lowered my hands

"shhhhh" i padded to the class room door and waved them over

"then be quiet and lets go."

Seven students with giddily quiet giggles followed me out into the hallway. striding toward the teachers lounge, and looking around suspiciously i lead them to my secret stash of 'I SAID WAKE UP'. The stash consisted of crazy string, and party poppers. i know its childish but i'm completely fed up with my AP (AP means advanced placement) kids falling asleep in my class.

"okay" i whipped my head to them with a wicked mad genius smile

"grab two each guys" they each took two make shift alarm clocks. and scurried back to 304. i stopped them at the door

"okay Martha" i pointed at a thin girl with dirty blond geekish pigtails hanging by her ears.

"Yesh Mr. Marsh" she said through braces.

"what era In the early Greek military system, were comprised of heavily armed foot soldiers." she thought for a minute and then sputtered

"The Hellenistic Era." I pat her on the head a waved her in to the room.

Quiz time! I asked each student a question and when they answered right they were permitted to go in the room and wait. the tiny group shrunk even more untill there was one student left. His name was Bart. He had pale lips and stark black hair that partially covered his eyes. he swooped his hair away revealing glossy honey colored jewels so unnatural for a teenage boy. i had never noticed that this beauty existed in him.

"Oh okay" i stuttered watching his gaze fix on the way my lips curled when i thought. And before i could ask my question Bart sighed heavily whispering "my lover" like a slick sultry serenade.

"Excuse me" i interupted his trance by poking my head in his bubble. Bubble being popped he red facidly avoided my gaze and elaborated.

"You um- you were going through the st-" he glanced up at my confused fish face

"study guide, and the next" he started to breathe heavily as he speed through his speech "question was before spartans go to war who trains their sons to be strong-" I bent down like i was 'popping that thang' (as the kids call dirty dancing now a days) to get on eye level with my student who was obviously having trouble breathing or something.

"and the answer was their lovers" he ended on a high note, pitchy and squeaky like people who have something to hide. I erected myself and thought with my chin

"i guess since the were partners on the battle field, in a sense they could be called um-" "Lovers" he chirped.

"Very insightful, Mr. Penatra" i ruffled his hair. Rubbing his head i noticed his scalp felt hot.

Fearing something seriously the matter with one of my beloved students i stopped him in his trek back to class with his party popper by gripping his wrist and whirling him around to face me. Doing a voluntary check for sickness i brushed my fingers across the base of his neck above the mandibrum (top of the chest)

"warm" i whispered. I check his brachial pulse (inner elbow)

"moderate" i sighed. I cuped his cheek bones and turned his face side to side

"no head bruise" i roboticly proclaimed. Last a placed my forehead over Barts. In a very 'child at heart' clueless way the words that dared to seep through my lips while our foreheads were still pressed together were

"at first i though you were okay but now i see you are very hot. You must not understand, i'm hot now (referring to my forehead) because you're hot" i grasped his hand and placed it on my forehead "see."

i instructed my bushy tailed students who were already in position to initiate the alarm sequence for the sleepers who thought my class was study hall -where no one cares. And they did it loudly and startled every student awake i timed it perfectly where it would be one minute before the bell rung. He tried to scurry away along with the rest but i snatched up his hoodie and detained him.

Bart Penetra (P.O.V)

Mr. March is a complete idiot. Him and his ignorantly graceful hands grazed all of my sweet spots. Like he tickled my neck with the slightest touch of his fingers and he pushed up my sleeve to place his incredibly intrusive hands over the soft spot over my elbow. My heart pounded against my ribs like rough play on a backboard.

Pressed against the cold concrete wall I shut my eyes and slightly imagined him undressing me hungrily and kissing my entire body savagely from head to toe. In this vision he progressively got sexier his short rusty mane grew to long beautiful fluffy locks, with strands straying and falling in front of his perfectly chiseled chin and dazzling clouded diamonds that always lurked behind antique looking half moon glasses. Then the buttons on his pure white shirt fell off. They didn't pop, each individual button detached itself and floated to the ground like feathers. As if they had minds of their own and knew i wouldn't be able to take the arousal anymore and just lunge and rip his shirt off.

After being reluctantly released from the vision before the intamacy on my part started, i slowly opened my eyes.

He put his forehead to mine and i gushed a little, i mean come on he was just so ... there and he was making it so hard not to pounce on him in the middle of the hallway. I was fine thinking of cold showers and Donald Trump and Pro-Twerking creepy ass Miley Cyrus, until he said

"your hot." I melted, and not just figuratively but literally as well. While in my short term day dream state um ....... an accumulation occurred, downtown - if you know what i mean. The statement he made was the last straw and i exploded, with a small sigh of relief and a mental note to record this fantasy thoroughly in my Journal.

Tilly March (P.O.V)

The next class period was my plan period or in other terms free period, so after calling Barts next instructor to notify her of his up and coming nurse visit. I dragged the sickly student who was no doubt running a fever, to the nurse. The nurse Dariol Janeson, is a really good friend of mine, the very same that taught me the procedure i performed on Bart. I bustled down the hall toward him and busted through the door with Bart on a short hoodie sleeved leash. He stumbled a bit but we made it.