Ivan is the hot p.e. teacher and alfred the student who has a crush on him. I want a teacher/student affair please?
A few warnings: I am absolutely ass when it comes to long fics but the plot bunny for this one really got out of hand, so I apologize in advance if it never comes to fruition.
Additionally, Alfred and Kiku are huge nerds and they talk like it - which means enough pop culture references to make Joss Wheaton eyeroll.
Thirdly, Ivan is a man of at least a few morals, so most of the Ivan/Alfred action in the beginning will be limited to Alfred's highly detailed masturbation fantasies while he works at convincing Ivan that He's Worth It.
Lastly, if it isn't obvious by the prompt: here there be age gap.
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1b/?]
anonymous
September 18 2011, 08:27:14 UTC
At sixteen, Alfred was in the eleventh grade attending a small town high school and was every inch the good all-American boy stereotype, like he just stepped out of some fifties magazine. Blond haired, blue eyed, the star of every sports team, the teenage heart throb, yet avoiding the dumb jock stereotype by being highly competitive in math and taking Running Start physics classes with Kiku at the local university. Kiku attributed his sudden craving for Physical Education Teacher due to the fact that Alfred, despite being handsome and popular, had gone almost a year without a date
( ... )
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1c/?]
anonymous
September 18 2011, 08:28:55 UTC
The lockers were cold and he was rutting up against them to just get a little bit of friction and Mr. Braginski had to go and stop him- shifting his grip on Alfred's wrists to high above the boy's head so he could hold them in one hand while the other went to still his hips.
"How much do you want it?" Ivan murmured, and Alfred almost came from that alone.
"I've never wanted anything else so badly, p-please!" He'd beg shamelessly. Ivan would take pity on him then, shoving his hand down the front of the boy's pants to palm him roughly - it didn't take long to make him come, just a few strokes and Alfred could feel the outline of Ivan's cock pressed between his cheeks as much as the fabric of the gym shorts would allow and he wanted it, he just wantedSometimes the fantasy would go further than that, with Ivan fucking him hand right then and there, but Alfred was so hard-up he was already coming at the jacking off part of that imaginary encounter and cut himself off there, quivering and spent and curled up on his side on the bed
( ... )
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1d/?]
anonymous
September 18 2011, 08:30:02 UTC
"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong."
Lunch room again, which was actually the gym with tables in it. Kiku rolled his eyes and poked at his rice. He knew he shouldn't dignify Alfred's statement with an answer, and aside from the initial sarcasm had let it slide... but it had been over a full month now and he could only watch the other boy moon over the gym teacher day in and day out before he really had enough.
"He's either not into other men, not a pedophile, or both. Which is statistically speaking the most likely possibility." Kiku pronounced, hoping with futility that Alfred would listen to reason this time, even though he hadn't every other time with this subject, or any subject at all really.
"Pederast. I looked it up. Pedophile is if you're attracted to people who haven't stated puberty yet. Pederast is, like, if they haven't finished it yet." When Kiku just stared at Alfred like he had grown a second head, Alfred at least had the decency to blush. "I totally checked on Wikipedia and shit
( ... )
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1e/?]
anonymous
September 18 2011, 08:31:55 UTC
hey broskiku, mighht be back late 2nite, dont wait up for me. sleep important.
Ugh, that is sooooo not spelled right. At all. Alfred thought, squinting at the words reflected back from his phone. He judged his own sobriety and how likely it was he would be able to spell it any better if he tried a second time, looked down at his half-finished beer, and decided that this would be as good as it got. His thumb managed to hit 'send' on the third try, and he promptly shoved the phone back in his pocket so that he wouldn't risk losing it
( ... )
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1f/?]
anonymous
September 18 2011, 08:32:59 UTC
He had to have been drunker than he thought, Alfred decided. That was the only way he didn't notice the vehicle slowly pulling up next to him while he walked until the driver rolled down the window and actually called out to him.
"Alfred Kirkand?"
Alfred was startled enough to stumble, thinking for a moment that he had been caught by the cops, but when he turned he didn't see a sheriff's cruiser. It was just an average, nondescript truck.
Driven by a certain physical education instructor that had been in Alfred's mind nonstop for over thirty days running.
Fuck, he was too drunk for this!
It's okay, Freddy, act natural. There's no way he'll notice anything is wrong. he told himself, focusing on his walk along the winding side-road that would eventually lead back to the housing community he lived in if he just kept following it. The stars gave enough light to see, which was good because there weren't any street lamps on this road, it was too rual.
"Uh. H-Hey, Mister Braginski." Alfred said, trying to keep his speech unslurred
( ... )
Re: For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1f/?]
anonymous
September 18 2011, 09:23:48 UTC
I really hope you do plan on finishing this as this is the most hilarious thing i've read on this meme. Gosh I freaking love Japan's pov and America's fantasies.
This is amazing, A!A. :D I hope you keep Kiku's POV in scenes where you can, because your voice for him is hilarious and exactly what I'd imagine if he were a teenager. Oh god, I'm so amused by him! Ah, and even when Kiku is the narrator, Alfred's personality shines right through. A+ characterization!
And as for Ivan? I have no idea what to make of him yet, just like in canon, so that's a great sign. Although I think we can rely on Alfred's ideas about what our favorite Russian is thinking and feeling to be kinda wrong. Ahem, except for later, perhaps; even Alfred isn't clueless enough to misinterpret some of the sexy stuff we're all waiting for! LOL
Jesus, Alfred, stop relying on luck to keep yourself out of jail. Also, buy your brother some ear plugs or something, dude. :'D
Re: For It Was I Who Chose To Start [1f/?]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 07:53:39 UTC
This. Marry me? I rarely (veeeery rarely) like RusAme, but you and your awesomness has converted me. And you have also stolen my comment virginity, so forgive any fail in the commenting. I'm in love <333(Also, your other fills are. win.)
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [2a/?]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 04:27:37 UTC
Here's more! These chapters have a more somber bent to them. Warning for sorta character death as part of backstory and some bad parenting? Also my spellchecker is being wonky so I'm sorry if I missed a typo D:
The suburb that Alfred lived in was surrounded by unincorporated county separating it from the city proper. As such, it wasn't uncommon to see a lot of trucks - there were plenty of farms and deeply wooded areas within twenty minutes in any direction. Of course, there were also plenty of people who just got trucks for show, but Ivan Braginski's truck had clearly seen quite a bit of use as a farm assistant in its day. The inside was spotless, though. Like if Alfred hadn't just burned some of the alcohol off from a freak out panic earlier he'd probably be asking of the teacher was OCD. Three tries and the exact mechanics of the seat belt eluded him, though thankfully Ivan's patience was in a more generous mood out of school than in-school and he took the two buckles from Alfred to snap them together with ease for the boy
( ... )
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [2b/?]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 04:44:35 UTC
Ivan did indeed pull over, but he did not take the phone from Alfred's hand. When Alfred opened his eyes again, he saw Ivan looking at him with - it was a curious expression, one Alfred couldn't read. Not that he was terribly great at reading people in the first place
( ... )
For It Was I Who Chose To Start [2c/?]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 04:46:18 UTC
In the end, Ivan apparently did nothing. When Alfred awoke from his hazy unhappy memories of the day his mother left his life for good, he found himself looking out the window and up at the two-story house on Surrey and Blaine that was his home.
The truck was idling, and it was cold. He looked over to Ivan. He had turned the heat off for now, sitting with the window open as he lazily smoked a cigarette.
The desire to kiss the man hit Alfred square in the stomach like a sucker-punch. God, he just... he wanted. Everything about Ivan Braginski made Alfred come alive with want.
"Smoking is bad for your health." Alfred said, dumbly.
"So it is." Ivan agreed smoothly. Smoothly, Alfred wanted, he wanted Ivan to lick his skin and murmur in that voice against it. "Do you need help inside, or can you manage that
( ... )
Ivan is the hot p.e. teacher and alfred the student who has a crush on him. I want a teacher/student affair please?
A few warnings: I am absolutely ass when it comes to long fics but the plot bunny for this one really got out of hand, so I apologize in advance if it never comes to fruition.
Additionally, Alfred and Kiku are huge nerds and they talk like it - which means enough pop culture references to make Joss Wheaton eyeroll.
Thirdly, Ivan is a man of at least a few morals, so most of the Ivan/Alfred action in the beginning will be limited to Alfred's highly detailed masturbation fantasies while he works at convincing Ivan that He's Worth It.
Lastly, if it isn't obvious by the prompt: here there be age gap.
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"How much do you want it?" Ivan murmured, and Alfred almost came from that alone.
"I've never wanted anything else so badly, p-please!" He'd beg shamelessly. Ivan would take pity on him then, shoving his hand down the front of the boy's pants to palm him roughly - it didn't take long to make him come, just a few strokes and Alfred could feel the outline of Ivan's cock pressed between his cheeks as much as the fabric of the gym shorts would allow and he wanted it, he just wantedSometimes the fantasy would go further than that, with Ivan fucking him hand right then and there, but Alfred was so hard-up he was already coming at the jacking off part of that imaginary encounter and cut himself off there, quivering and spent and curled up on his side on the bed ( ... )
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Lunch room again, which was actually the gym with tables in it. Kiku rolled his eyes and poked at his rice. He knew he shouldn't dignify Alfred's statement with an answer, and aside from the initial sarcasm had let it slide... but it had been over a full month now and he could only watch the other boy moon over the gym teacher day in and day out before he really had enough.
"He's either not into other men, not a pedophile, or both. Which is statistically speaking the most likely possibility." Kiku pronounced, hoping with futility that Alfred would listen to reason this time, even though he hadn't every other time with this subject, or any subject at all really.
"Pederast. I looked it up. Pedophile is if you're attracted to people who haven't stated puberty yet. Pederast is, like, if they haven't finished it yet." When Kiku just stared at Alfred like he had grown a second head, Alfred at least had the decency to blush. "I totally checked on Wikipedia and shit ( ... )
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Ugh, that is sooooo not spelled right. At all. Alfred thought, squinting at the words reflected back from his phone. He judged his own sobriety and how likely it was he would be able to spell it any better if he tried a second time, looked down at his half-finished beer, and decided that this would be as good as it got. His thumb managed to hit 'send' on the third try, and he promptly shoved the phone back in his pocket so that he wouldn't risk losing it ( ... )
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"Alfred Kirkand?"
Alfred was startled enough to stumble, thinking for a moment that he had been caught by the cops, but when he turned he didn't see a sheriff's cruiser. It was just an average, nondescript truck.
Driven by a certain physical education instructor that had been in Alfred's mind nonstop for over thirty days running.
Fuck, he was too drunk for this!
It's okay, Freddy, act natural. There's no way he'll notice anything is wrong. he told himself, focusing on his walk along the winding side-road that would eventually lead back to the housing community he lived in if he just kept following it. The stars gave enough light to see, which was good because there weren't any street lamps on this road, it was too rual.
"Uh. H-Hey, Mister Braginski." Alfred said, trying to keep his speech unslurred ( ... )
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And as for Ivan? I have no idea what to make of him yet, just like in canon, so that's a great sign. Although I think we can rely on Alfred's ideas about what our favorite Russian is thinking and feeling to be kinda wrong. Ahem, except for later, perhaps; even Alfred isn't clueless enough to misinterpret some of the sexy stuff we're all waiting for! LOL
Jesus, Alfred, stop relying on luck to keep yourself out of jail. Also, buy your brother some ear plugs or something, dude. :'D
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this is hilarious. and hot, of course. But mostly hilarious.
Alfred is such a weird-ass dudebro, I can't even--lolol. so great.
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Kiku is my spirit animal.
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Marry me?
I rarely (veeeery rarely) like RusAme, but you and your awesomness has converted me.
And you have also stolen my comment virginity, so forgive any fail in the commenting.
I'm in love <333(Also, your other fills are. win.)
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The suburb that Alfred lived in was surrounded by unincorporated county separating it from the city proper. As such, it wasn't uncommon to see a lot of trucks - there were plenty of farms and deeply wooded areas within twenty minutes in any direction. Of course, there were also plenty of people who just got trucks for show, but Ivan Braginski's truck had clearly seen quite a bit of use as a farm assistant in its day. The inside was spotless, though. Like if Alfred hadn't just burned some of the alcohol off from a freak out panic earlier he'd probably be asking of the teacher was OCD. Three tries and the exact mechanics of the seat belt eluded him, though thankfully Ivan's patience was in a more generous mood out of school than in-school and he took the two buckles from Alfred to snap them together with ease for the boy ( ... )
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The truck was idling, and it was cold. He looked over to Ivan. He had turned the heat off for now, sitting with the window open as he lazily smoked a cigarette.
The desire to kiss the man hit Alfred square in the stomach like a sucker-punch. God, he just... he wanted. Everything about Ivan Braginski made Alfred come alive with want.
"Smoking is bad for your health." Alfred said, dumbly.
"So it is." Ivan agreed smoothly. Smoothly, Alfred wanted, he wanted Ivan to lick his skin and murmur in that voice against it. "Do you need help inside, or can you manage that ( ... )
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