Suits and suspenders - janto teacher au

Lined paper

Ianto gave a small sigh as his year ten class worked in silence. It hadn't been the best year. His girlfriend, Lisa Hallet, had been in a terrible car accident. She hadn't made it. Still, that was almost a year in the past... so why did he feel like it happened just yesterday? "Mr Jones" a voice piped up from the back of the classroom. He looked up, smiling pleasantly "yes Rose?" He acknowledged as he made his way across the room to her desk. She glanced up at him shyly "I was just wondering whether my sentence structures are ... correct" she mumbled as his eyes skimmed the work, she was a nervous student though very bright and often didn't give herself enough credit. Ianto nodded giving her an encouraging smile "very good, see if you can add in a few semicolons and colons... if you do it now then it'll make it so much easier to do it in exams" he advised as Rose nodded happily, bowing her head back over her work to add the corrections.

He seated himself back at his desk and let his thoughts drift back to Lisa, he knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it. He wondered if they'd still be together if she was alive, he liked to think they would. He was vaguely aware of angry whispering to the left of him. He fixed the two quarrelling students, Bernie Harris and Carys Fletcher, with his best glare causing them to fall into an embarrassed silence.

Ianto stood up and walked around the room. He wasn't particularly doing anything, just walking. The students probably assumed he was checking they were working but really he was just bored. Well... he was bored until there was a knock on his door. The class turned towards the source of the noise gawking at the man who stood there. He was another young teacher like ianto and he was extremely attractive. The girls looked like they wanted him and the boys looked like they wanted to be him... well... some of the boys probably wanted him too. Hell... ianto sort of wanted him... no... he wanted to be him... he was straight... "hi... sorry to interrupt" the man began to speak and... oh my god he was american, "I'm the new music teacher and I was wondering if you had any lined paper... we're all out" he huffed a laugh as he flashed ianto a slightly wolffish grin. "Uh... y-yes um... sorry" ianto babbled slightly as the glass began to giggle "just in my desk, second draw down ... help yourself" he told the music teacher as he busied himself with helping a student. The man breezed across the room and past ianto leaving him in a cloud of ... what was that aftershave?... it was heavenly. The man collected the paper and turned to leave "thank you Mr.... uhhh" he glanced down at Ianto's lanyard "Mr Jones", he finished flashing the Welshman another dazzling, wolfish grin before walzing back down the corridor. He looked back at his class. Whispered of 'who was that?' Ran throughout the room before one voice piped up "his names mr harkness". Ianto made his way to his desk... so... Mr Harkness was his name huh? Well he was... certainly a character... hansome too. Ianto bit his lip, he couldn't be thinking about a colleague like that not in school and anyway he's straight ... always has been... right? A cheeky voice began to speak, interrupting his thoughts. "Sirs blushing!" Mickey Smith announced, drawing attention to the Welshman at the front of the class "I bet he liked the look of Mr Harkness" he pressed further. "Mickey..." ianto warned but it was too late the problematic teenagers in the class had begun to chant. "Mr Jones and Mr Harkness sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G". Ianto's fidgeted at the front of the class attempting to quieten them. "Guys... come on, this is immature and it's ... guys... year ten" he nibbled his lip, he didn't like shouting at his classes but then again... "YEAR TEN!!" He bellowed, the class fell into a shocked silence "thank you" ianto nodded clearing his throat "now if you'll all get back to your creative writing tasks and stop behaving like a bunch of silly children that would be mush appreciated."

Finally, after what seemed like an age, the bell rang and the students rushed to pack up. "Alright everyone off you go homework is due same time next week ... have a lovely rest of your day" he informed them loudly as they rushed off to their next class. He sank down into his chair and rested his head in his hands, he wondered why he even bothered with this job at times. Suddenly an American voice drifted through the room from the doorway, "are you okay?... I heard you shouting... class being difficult?".