History Lessons
A/N: Sorry about my grammar mistakes. I can't find a beta reader for Hetalia. Also, English majors scare me. Lol!
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"Alfred Freedom Jones!" The world history teacher barked and glared viciously at the student sitting toward the back of the third row.
Alfred turned in his seat to face the front; away from his half-brother that was seated behind him. There was now graffiti all over his brother's sleeping visage. Alfred's sea-blue eyes met his teacher's electric-blue ones and then he grinned ruefully. "Sorry, sir. You were saying?"
Mr. Beilschmidt growled low in his throat before throwing a piece of chalk at the troublemaker and struck him square in the middle of his forehead. There was a yelp, which was followed by a chorus of laughter by the other students.
"As I was saying," the teacher started sternly, successfully silencing his class. "Germany became a nation in 1871, which makes it ninety-five years younger than USA." He smiled slightly as he leaned over his podium and gazed at his students skeptically. "How many of you thought Germany was older than the US?"
Several students raised their hands. Alfred and his brother, Matthew, did not. Course, Matthew didn't count since he was still dozing behind his sibling.
"So you've always known that Germany was younger, Mr. Jones?" Mr. Beilschmidt quirked an eyebrow curiously. "I'd like to hear this."
Alfred had just opened his mouth to respond when the school-bell rang. He smirked. "Well, I would like to, but I have to get to my next class." He shook Matthew awake and his brother sat up abruptly with a bewildered expression. "The War of the Roses!" he exclaimed. He looked around in a daze before he reached up to wipe the drool from his chin. "Oh...Heh. Sorry." He never noticed the black stain on his hand from the scrawling on his face.
A few of the students chuckled as they exited the room. The two brothers were the last to leave, until the teacher gently grasped Alfred's upper arm. "Mr. Jones. I would like to have a few words with you, if you don't mind." He then looked at Matthew. "And you should go wash your face before heading to your next class."
Matthew blinked before scowling at his brother in realization. "You prick! Why'd you draw on my face again?"
"Shut up, and just go. I'll catch up with you later." Alfred laughed as his brother punched him in the shoulder and left.
Mr. Beilschmidt closed the door behind Alfred's brother and turned back to the other. "Tell me, Mr. Jones. How is it you know so much about World History, but yet, you're barely passing with a C?"
The teen shrugged nonchalantly as he leaned against his teacher's desk and plucked a photo from the surface of it. It was of Mr. Beilschmidt and his brother, Gilbert (who was also the Geography teacher down the hall), standing in front of a bar somewhere in Germany. The sign was in German, so he kind of assumed that's where they were.
"Listen, Ludwig," Alfred purred huskily and obviously not caring that he was being formal with his teacher...VERY formal. "You know I could pass this class with flying colors, but I just like yanking your leash; getting under your skin." He gave a crooked grin at his blond educator.
Ludwig chuckled as he locked the door and closed the blinds on the windows. "Well, Mr. Jones," he murmured deeply as he started to loosen his necktie. "Seeing as how you enjoy our little games, let's finish this." When he finally unbound the knot, he allowed it to hang loosely around his neck and took a seat in his oak wood, swivel chair; legs crossed as he waited for his snide student to respond.
Alfred stalked toward his teacher like a cat on the prowl and undoing his faded jeans. He allowed them to drop down to his feet along with his star-spangled boxers. He stepped out of them effortlessly and straddled the older man's lap; his hardening manhood grinding against Ludwig's leg.
"You enjoy our games too, so don't act like I'm accountable for all this, Mr. Beilschmidt," Alfred teased, and very lightly licked the German's lips. His hand deftly released the other's member from his pants and briefs; the tip already dripping with pre-cum. Using his salvia, Alfred massaged the large length, making it slick with his spit, and then doing the same with his sphincter. It twitched anxiously at his own touch, causing him to mewl wantonly.
The teacher grasped his student's waist firmly with both hands and then pulled him closer to linger over his erection. The tip brushed against the quivering passage before thrusting his hips to penetrate the teen. He could feel the muscles stretch around him, and swallow him like a velvet vice. Ludwig groaned and bit down into his bottom lip.
"Always so tight," he hissed with pleasure. "You're going to have to learn to stretch yourself before coming to class, Mr. Jones." Ludwig kissed the teen's bare neck and nuzzled the dip where his collarbone met.
Alfred moaned and writhed in his teacher's lap as he continued to slowly penetrate himself on the German's cock and threw his head back with a gasp. The older man was finally balls deep inside him and gyrating against his clenching walls. Ludwig was so thick inside him; Alfred could feel the throbbing veins and the way it twitched with anticipation. Alfred was just as excited!
They both started to grind against each other; Alfred clutching Ludwig's shoulders and Ludwig hugging him tightly around his waist.
Ludwig could hear and feel the teen's racing heart against his cheek. The sensation of it was exhilarating and comforting at the same time. His own heart pounded against his ribcage, almost lodging itself into his throat. He swallowed hard as he locked his lips with Alfred and kissed him fiercely.
The teen whimpered into the kiss and tangled his fingers into the teacher's hair; mussing the once immaculate hairstyle. He tugged at the sunny-blond locks and rocked his hips fast and hard. Alfred almost couldn't control himself. He wanted the other to cum violently; to coat his insides thoroughly.
Alfred yelped when their positions were suddenly switched. He was now leaning over the teacher's desk, his cheek pressed against the cold, polished wood. He moaned and spread his legs wider to better accommodate the oncoming intrusion. It was fast and hard, but he wanted it that way. It informed him that Ludwig could hardly contain himself anymore and it made Alfred grin with triumph. He loved knowing that his history teacher had so much passion just for him.
The German twisted his fingers into Alfred's golden locks. He pressed down into the other's scalp; knuckles scraping against sore flesh. His grip tightened more and more until he was almost yanking out the teen's hair by the roots. "Almost there, my liebe." He pounded away unmercifully into Alfred's ass as he listened to the sweet sounds of moaning and pleading pour from the teen's mouth. When he heard his name called out with such ecstasy, he came deep inside his lover. Seed dripped down Alfred's inner thighs and legs.
Ludwig fell back against his chair with a grunt and brought a hand up to cover half his face with a satiated sigh. He watched as his student carefully straightened himself and revealed his own release across the surface of Ludwig's desk. The German smiled lewdly and pulled Alfred down into his lap.
"What about a tutoring session at my house this weekend?" It came out as a seductive purr; one of which he was certain that Alfred wouldn't be able to resist.
Said teen grinned and laughed softly. "How could I decline such a tempting offer?" He kissed his teacher tenderly and refused to break it first. He enjoyed the soft feel of the stern man's lips and the way Ludwig moaned when they kissed. Something only he was capable of pulling off with his older lover, but neither would admit to it.
They remained in their position a few minutes longer until Alfred decided he needed to get to his next class. He wiped himself clean with Ludwig's necktie and tossed it into the man's black, leather satchel. He then grabbed his pants and boxers from the floor to dress himself.
Ludwig gave the teen a deadpanned expression. "And what am I to wear for the rest of the day, Mr. Jones?"
Alfred smiled at the man from over his shoulder as he gathered his book bag and jacket. "You look better without it." He winked at his history teacher and unlocked the door to depart. "See you this weekend," he cooed.
Ludwig snorted and shook his head. He glanced down at his necktie in the satchel before combing his fingers through his hair to slick it back again. "I'm whipped," he chuckled fondly.
The End~
