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Math and Spanish have always interrupted the teacher's sex life.
But it was only bad when it came to math.
Its hard to pick up young and willing fresh-blood with a T-square slung in your smiling apple tote bag and its easy to lose cell numbers amongst the hundreds of post its and papers and notes that are nothing but numbers, numbers, numbers.
He doesn't speak Spanish but he went south of the border before and licked his way down a very enthusiastic tutor.
Later, when he had lunch with the Spanish teacher he learned that "Está esta su primera vez aquí?" does not guarantee sex no matter how sultrily it was slurred and that Spanish always has two translations. What is said and what you want to hear.
That was fine in his book. After teaching a subject that only had one right answer and teaching it five days a week, he could appreciate a little ambiguity.
But math was the only reason the boy was here. His fair-skinned Ganymede, that golden shepherd boy goodie-two shoes STUDENT of his. A lithe limbed cherub who helps his classmates with everything from basketball to playing house and volunteers at the homeless shelter after school. Teacher isn't quite sure how you can be bored senseless and terribly aroused by the same person. Maybe its the shapely legs. Maybe its the silky hair. Maybe its like Spanish.
The young man in question was moving counting blocks around the bumpy surface of his public school desk. Its times like this that the teacher wishes that he could (for once) go home when he's supposed to even if he knows that all that awaits him is a few jerks and paper grading while watching the news.
But when he gets up smooth neck arms slide from the shirt hair falls across he's pure, walking sex and heat is rolling down the teacher's throat.
The boy is saying something but he says alot of things and the slight indentations from his nipples are far more facinat-
"pardon?" The teacher asks because he can tell from his face that the boy wants something and The teacher's always considered himself too proper of a person for a "what". He knows this boy, knows that he'll wait there obediently until his teacher acknowledges him. The Teacher is sure that he's supposed to revel in this abnormal dedication to authority but it just serves to piss him off.
And it's far too tempting to take advantage. That's dangerous.
"I, uh just wanted to know how I'm doing in the class?" He says, tucking a few honey-colored strains behind his ear.
Dangerous.
"You want a good grade, do you?" The Teacher asks because he can and he suddenly wonders if the boy's taken Spanish.