Charles/Erik, teacher/student
anonymous
September 5 2011, 13:41:21 UTC
Crossposted because of an issue with age.
Charles, last year of high school in British boarding school. Erik, new teacher.
Wait. Except.
Professionality.
They don't have eyesex in class. Erik certainly does not cancel classes early so he can do Charles over a desk. Pre/post coitum, talk about grades/school is absolutely taboo. Charles is mature about things. They don't talk to each other about anything personal.
(At least, they try not to.)
Erik feels guilt (as he well should) about fucking his student, and Charles knows this, and is very careful about his behavior around Erik.
Basically, teacher/student with realistic ethics and responsibility and two people who are intelligent enough not to get themselves tangled up in blackmail shenanigans and realize that no, this is really not okay, but we're going to do it anyway.
Fill: Saving Face (1/?)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 02:47:05 UTC
((Followed you over from the other meme, anon. Hope this is a decent start and close to what you were looking for. It'll probably end up being something like three or four parts. Let's see if I can stay anon this time...))
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This whole thing was fucking ridiculous.
The moonlight was strong as it spread across the expanse of his room. It drowned out the tiny sparks of stars dotting the cloudless sky over the grounds. Erik wished it were darker, raining perhaps. That would better suit his mood.
The faint outline of the senior’s south dorm could be seen from his window, and Erik wished-not for the first time-that the building would simply up and disappear. Or at least that his window faced the other direction. He rubbed at his fore head with his thumb and forefingers, trying to ward away the budding headache building within his skull. Flashes of the happenings of that afternoon flickered in the splotches of color that broke through the darkness behind his eyelids.
The smooth skin of a collarbone beneath his lips, the salty tang of
( ... )
Fill: Saving Face (3a/4)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 17:22:47 UTC
Kissing Mr. Lenscherr was nothing like kissing girls back home. They were all curves and soft, yielding lips where Mr. Lenscherr was harsh lines and heat. His grip was hard and bruising and Charles didn’t ever want it to stop
( ... )
Fill: Saving Face (3b/4)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 17:25:18 UTC
The hard press of his erection ground against Charles’s thigh, and the boy groaned into his ear, the sound oddly quiet in the stillness of the empty classroom. Charles was murmuring inanities to no one in particular, his breath speeding up with his pulse, and Erik could feel warmth spreading across his leg where Charles was pressed flush against him. The boy slowed in his movements, though his breath was still coming harsh and fast through his parted lips
( ... )
Re: Fill: Saving Face (3b/4)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 19:39:58 UTC
Wooow. *fans self* That was scorching, anon! Your writing is amazing, can't wait for the rest of this fic! (Also, just /4 ?? :(((( BUT ITS OK ANON MANY ♥s FOR YOU)
Charles, last year of high school in British boarding school. Erik, new teacher.
Wait. Except.
Professionality.
They don't have eyesex in class. Erik certainly does not cancel classes early so he can do Charles over a desk. Pre/post coitum, talk about grades/school is absolutely taboo. Charles is mature about things. They don't talk to each other about anything personal.
(At least, they try not to.)
Erik feels guilt (as he well should) about fucking his student, and Charles knows this, and is very careful about his behavior around Erik.
Basically, teacher/student with realistic ethics and responsibility and two people who are intelligent enough not to get themselves tangled up in blackmail shenanigans and realize that no, this is really not okay, but we're going to do it anyway.
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This whole thing was fucking ridiculous.
The moonlight was strong as it spread across the expanse of his room. It drowned out the tiny sparks of stars dotting the cloudless sky over the grounds. Erik wished it were darker, raining perhaps. That would better suit his mood.
The faint outline of the senior’s south dorm could be seen from his window, and Erik wished-not for the first time-that the building would simply up and disappear. Or at least that his window faced the other direction. He rubbed at his fore head with his thumb and forefingers, trying to ward away the budding headache building within his skull. Flashes of the happenings of that afternoon flickered in the splotches of color that broke through the darkness behind his eyelids.
The smooth skin of a collarbone beneath his lips, the salty tang of ( ... )
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And yeah, only four parts. Maybe I'll do an extension of this 'verse once I get more done on the WIPs I have going right now.
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