Tyler hates his job.
He has no idea why he decided to become an art teacher, he absolutely hates kids.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Tyler thinks his art isn't good enough to sell, so he makes his money by teaching stinky, annoying teenagers. Maybe.
But if there is one thing he hates more than teaching, it would definitely be the English teacher, Joshua Dun. It's not that he actually hates him, it's just that Joshua thinks it's so much fun to flirt with Tyler during work. It sucks, especially because Tyler finds him extremely attractive.
Joshua has these beautiful brown eyes that Tyler finds himself getting lost in on multiple occasions. His hair is dyed pink, naturally Tyler's favorite color. Joshua's arms look like they're going to rip through the tight dress shirts he wears, and Tyler just really wants to be dominated by him.
He's sitting at his desk drawing on a scrap piece of paper while his students work on their paintings. Tyler glances at the clock, it reads 2:55. School gets out in five minutes.
"Okay everyone, start cleaning up," Tyler speaks up, gaining the teenagers' attention.
They get loud, their chatter roaring in Tyler's ears. He's annoyed; he hates loud noises. Tyler crinkles his scrap drawing and throws it away, tuning in on the kids' various conversations.
"I hate school so much."
"I can't wait to go home and sleep."
"Can I copy your math homework?"
"I think Mr. Joseph is gay."
Tyler's face grows hot upon hearing that last statement. Is it that obvious? Most of the teachers are married by now, but Tyler isn't. That automatically makes him gay in the kids' eyes. Even though he is, in fact, very gay, it's still annoying to hear kids talk about him like that.
The bell rings, followed by the teenagers running out of the room. Tyler lets out a relieved sigh, finally he can be alone. He notices the kids didn't do a very good job of cleaning up. Now he's even more annoyed than before, and he starts to think of all the ways he could get fired. Tyler cleans paint off the tables, silence ringing in his ears. He wishes he could quit, but he'd definitely be broke. And probably homeless.
Tyler hears the door open, but ignores it because someone probably just forgot something. His tongue is captured between his teeth as he focuses on scrubbing dry paint off the table. Someone clears their throat, gaining his attention.
He sees Joshua standing on the other side of the table, arms crossed over his chest. His muscles look huge; Tyler really wishes his shirt would rip open.
"Oh, Joshua. What can I help you with?"
"How many times do I have to tell you? You can call me Josh."
"I like Joshua better."
Joshua chuckles, his eyes squint and his tongue pushes past his teeth. Tyler can't breathe. Everything about the man standing in front of him screams perfection.
"You're an artist, right?"
"I'm really just an art teacher," Tyler shrugs.
"Can you design a tattoo for me?"
Tyler's caught off guard. He barely knows Joshua, and he's never even seen him outside of work.
"Why?"
"You're the best artist I know," Joshua explains, making Tyler blush bright red.
"I'm really not that good."
