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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 9:45:12 GMT
He'd disappeared the next day. When Cecil woke up, he could no longer find the pretty figure lying beside him, the bedside cold to the touch. The memory only made Cecil give a chuckle as he walked down the halls of the school building. It was usually him who left the other in the morning - rarely the other way around. It was a shame, he'd have liked to hold him a bit more, but he supposed that would be too forward too fast. He never even caught his name.
He could probably call it fate when he saw a very familiar figure in one of the classrooms. It didn't even matter that he seemed to have fallen asleep - once Cecil had an image of a person he was interested in, it was difficult for him to forget. He'd draw and draw and draw, until every little piece of their figure would come back to him to form the image he'd wanted.
Of course, the physical thing was much better.
Stepping inside the room, it only took Cecil a few steps to reach the boy's figure. "What did I say to you? You're too defenseless." He leaned on the desk in front of him, reaching over to brush away the boy's hair away from his face. Ah, wasn't he warm? "Did you get sick?" he asked, uncaring whether or not he was awake, his fingers trailing down his cheek and down his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 14:43:51 GMT
Robert breathed slowly and heavily, head collapsed onto his desk at the back of the class. Class itself had ended quite a while ago and everyone filtered out with much eager, well, except Robert. His cousin was on a business trip, so there wouldn't be anyone at home anyway - frankly, his head hurt too much and he didn't really want to move. Without realising it, he managed to fall asleep for a good twenty minutes, that was, until he heard a voice cut through the silence from a distance.
He stirred, somehow comforted by the ludicrous touches trailing down to his neck. The boy's breathing was slow and long, eyelids fluttering every so often, stirring, not quite wanting to leave the safe boundaries of sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 9:18:36 GMT
Cecil didn't know if he liked the touches or not, or if he was even awake when he stirred, but he paid that no mind. His fingers - earlier merely brushing against his skin, now pressing against his neck. "You really are warm. I think you have a fever." It was probably an excuse, checking his temperature, but Cecil also knew he didn't really need one to touch the boy, if he really wanted to, his hands dipping lower, wanting to touch a bit more, preferably before he wakes up completely.
Moving his hand up, he cupped the boy's cheek, seating himself on the edge of the desk now. "See, this is why you shouldn't go out in the rain and sleep in just a towel." He chuckled, rubbing the student's cheek with his thumb, making slow circles. "Would you like me to take you to the clinic? Ah, though I can't be sure if the nurse is still around."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 0:35:44 GMT
He sighed long and slow, and stirred, eventually picking his head up from his desk like an ancient robot. Robert studied the teacher better, blinking infrequently. There was no doubt it was the closest pervert - what, from the way he remembered the final touches, and the drunk, teasing tone of his voice.
"It's none of your business." His rejection completely lacked in usual spirit, being drugged down and slowed down considerably. He groans to himself, scratching the back of his head. "Why you still here, teacher?"
"No it's fine I'd rather not." Robert looked square into his eyes and shook his head as firmly as he could.
Go away, he thought to himself, hoping one or both of the dinner ladies were sympathetic computer geniuses.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 6:31:56 GMT
It was a little unnerving to be stared at like that - as if he was observing him. The boy was difficult to understand, but that wasn't going to stop Cecil. He merely gave a smile, waiting for him to speak, now in a more awake state. Though he didn't expect his first words to him to be that. But again, it took a lot to unnerve Cecil.
"Isn't it? You're my student, and a teacher should take care of his student, hm?" He moved his hand up to pat the boy on the head. "Though I suppose I'm not that good a teacher if I forgot my student's name." Truthfully, Cecil could have looked it up. It wasn't hard, he could simply look at the records, but that wasn't fun. It was much more satisfying to hear from the student himself.
"I can't have you get even more sick." He said, leaning in towards Rob slightly. "Would you like me to treat you in my place, then?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 17:22:55 GMT
"It's Robert, Mr Nowell." He dipped his head down a little, before springing back up like an ancient jack in the box. He was tired, as much as he didn't want to admit it. "I didn't want to be in art class either." The most illustrative thing he could do with pen and paper were stick-men with knives in their little stick hands.
When he dipped his head down again, it was a lot harder to shake himself from his trance. He hummed instead, jaw slacked, yawning. He didn't really want to go home with him or be in an empty apartment. So he shut up instead, hoping that could pave a third option.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 5:13:30 GMT
Wow, cute. Robert seemed so tired, it was probably why he didn't seem so resistant to the touches. Or maybe he really was just like that - defenseless and unresistant to these things. "Mr. Nowell, huh? I guess you do know me, then." It probably shouldn't make him so happy, but it did, feeling himself reach out to Robert, placing his hand on his head. He was getting addicted touching the boy like this.
He didn't respond to his suggestion, Cecil taking it as him being a bit more cautious than he was earlier. "I'll take that as a no, then." He laughed, ruffling Robert's hair a little as he supported his weight with one hand on the desk. "But I really can't leave you alone." That he meant - both regarding his illness as well as how he was strangely attracted. "Then, shall I take you home? Since you'd rather not go to the clinic or my place."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 9:38:22 GMT
He closed his eyes.
"I just didn't want to believe it was you, Mr Nowell. Then again, I sleep during your classes." He openly admitted, words slurring out of his mouth lazily, unconsciously leaning into his touch, enjoying the soft brief touches.
After that, he nodded numbly, arms lax to his sides, eyes weighty and barely open.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 9:54:15 GMT
To his home, then. "Alright, I'll take you."
Cecil stood upright, noting how the boy seemed to almost want to fall asleep. He mused, lips curving into a smile as he placed a hand on the boy's back - just like last night, guiding him down the hall, out the building, and into the parking lot. He helped him inside the passenger's seat, before getting into the car as well. "You tell me where to go, alright?" he'd spoken, before they left the school -
Though he really should've learned better than not to trust someone who already seemed like he'd pass out to guide him to the house. Unsure where to go (not an excuse, he told himself, but rather a wonderful opportunity), Cecil turned the car around, making his way towards his apartment building, taking a few glances at the boy sitting beside him. Really, he should've just picked his apartment first.
He'd reached his apartment door passing little to no people - and whoever he did pass expressed concern for the boy rather than a suspicion towards him. His "sweet teacher" persona did work wonders. Keeping Robert on his back, he took out his keys, pushing the door open once he got it in before carrying the younger boy inside. It helped he was light, finding it little trouble to place Robert on his bed. Heaving a sigh, Cecil seated himself behind the younger boy, looking over at him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 10:06:44 GMT
He was completely unsure as to what was going on, and blink twice, he was already lying on a bed. Rather large and spaceous, he desprately clawed sheets closer to him to make himself warm. He still shivered though, completely unaware of the teachers watchful eyes over him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 10:14:42 GMT
He didn't seem to notice him at all. And so easily accepted the situation he was in. How strange. He was pretty sure he wasn't trusted, either, but he still accepted it.
"Ah, right, your fever." He mumbled, mostly to himself as he stood, going out of the room and into the kitchen to get some medicine and a glass of water. He came back with both in hand, seating himself back on the bed beside Robert, handing the glass and the tablet over to him. "Here. Drink this first before you sleep."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 10:28:32 GMT
He groaned, whining a little as he sat up. His shaky hand ended up tipping most of the water out of the teacher's hand and then staring at the wet spots on the bed.
"I'm cold." He said helplessly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 10:41:59 GMT
He pulled his hand away when the water tipped over, noticing the wet spots on the bed. Cecil placed the half-empty glass as well as the medicine back on the bedside table, nodding at Robert.
"Yes, yes, here, I'll change it." To most people this may seem annoying, but he didn't mind it at all. The blonde merely took the wet blanket, placed it in the bathroom, before coming back. Rummaging through his cabinets, Cecil took out a comforter, walking back over to the bed and placing it over Robert's body. The smile never left his face as he worked about, reaching over to Robert and rubbing his head. "There, is it better now?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 17:35:19 GMT
Meanwhile, Robert promptly shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his three top buttons, revealing a bit of his neck. He waited for the teacher to come back, and only stared at him as he lay back down and he covered him with a blanket.
"You like me, right?" He asked sleepily, eyes closed, facing the ceiling.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 23:03:06 GMT
Really, what was he doing, showing him that much skin? Cecil could hardly keep his eyes off the boy, and now exposing that much -- it took all his willpower not to move his hand down.
Of course, he couldn't hold that in for long. Robert's question surprised Cecil, looking at the boy lying down beside him. "Was I too obvious?" He quickly gave a smile, the hand once on Robert's head moving down to his cheeks and down to his neck, fingers lightly brushing at the skin displayed in front of him. "But I am quite attracted to you. You're rather beautiful, after all." His eyes moved up to Robert's face, waiting for a response.
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