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Just a little angst (with porn) Jamaican princess (Rocquellan)

Asami drove Akihito home that night. He sat curled in the front seat with his arms close to his chest because the night was chilly. And to be honest, he wasn't comfortable sitting in the front seat of his student's car knowing what they were doing. He would have taken his own car, but another teacher's car was towed after breaking down on the lot and he lent her his to use since he had nothing pressing to attend to with the promise he would get it back in the morning. He wasn't expecting to stay back so later either, which is why he sort of allowed Asami to bully him into taking him home.

The thing was, Akihito couldn't stop repeating to himself how their dynamic was fucked up. It was like every time Asami was able to hold him down and fuck a peice of his soul out of him he kept feeling worse and worse. He shouldn't be falling down this particular rabbit hole so damn fast.

What was wrong with him?

Asami was seventeen, damnit, so why couldn't his ten years age difference account for anything when it came to the teen wanting to shove his dick where it doesn't belong? Why couldn't Asami have wanted to mess with a girl or boy his own age?

"Why?"

Lost in thought the word was whisper soft, barely audible over the hum of the engine and the muted bustle of the traffic outside the wind up windows but Asami heard it anyways, much to Akihito's chagrin.

"Why what?" the teen asked curiously.

Akihito huffed. "Take the long way around, let me off around the bend before you pass your parent's house, I don't want them seeing us together like this."

"Together like how, Sensei? It's Not like I'm demanding head while I'm driving."

Akihito's anger flared at that and he glared at the teen maliciously. "Everything is sex with you, isn't it? I don't want anybody to see me coming out of your car so late at night. What if your parents think I'm taking advantage of you or something?"

Asami smirked and it only pissed Akihito off more.

"What if they think you're my teacher and we were at school studying?"

Akihito's hands balled into fists, he felt like he could punch something...or someone. "Typical childish thinking. Grown people don't normally assume the best of any situation. I'd rather not have to explain to anybody why you're dropping me home so late at night in your car. That normally means late night rendezvous or secret hookups."

Asami chuckled then, humorless and low. "You're so paranoid, Sensei."

"And you're just a kid with a big dick who don't know when to keep it in his pants. I can see you ruining my life here if this ever gets out. And school? You fucked me at school, don't ever do that again!"

Asami's lips were thin with the familiar tick of annoyance in his jaw. His eyes were slitted but he didn't take them off the road, putting on his indicator and making the turn down the street that would pass by his house, exactly what Akihito told him not to do.

Akihito made a groan of deep vexation before sitting back in the seat and crossing his arms, staring out the passenger side windows at the row of houses. The air was thick with their combined feelings and neither said anything, but Akihito recognized the houses that led up to where his and Asami's house were on the other side. The car came to a stop, then the engine was cut and the headlights turned off when Akihito realized they were at his front gate. Grabbing his bag, he hurriedly threw the door open and then slammed it shut, wanting to leave Asami's presence as quickly as possible; all the neighbours knew he drove a Honda, not an Audi and he was gay and he was in a male student's car and the rumors rang in his ears like those giant bells in high towers and he couldn't get away fast enough, couldn't breathe in the shit-storm he knew was coming upon him like a black cloud because Asami didn't fucking listen.