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Adult +
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Chalkdust
title: Chalkdust
chapter one: Mr. Blake loves Mr. Russell
author: theredtart
listening to: lottery winners on acid
summary of the chapter: Steven finds an interesting doodle on his chalkboard. While looking for his red grading pen he bumps into Tom and tells him all about it.
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Walking into the room, Steven Blake didn't notice the sign from God. It was inconspicuous and disguised as well... it just wasn't unusual to see a random assortment of doodles upon his chalk board. His students often left them at the end of class. It wasn't until last bell that it caught his eye. A heart drawn with the pink colored chalk.
It was a heart... with his name in it?
...and Tom Russell? That got his attention.
Russell was the math teacher across the hall and had been since he started at the school back more years than he liked to admit. He was quiet, subdued, intense. Only briefly had he even spoken to him. In the halls they pasted like strangers. Steven had never seen him outside of school. Maybe he never left. He chuckled. Like one of those old student myths. Teachers live at school. They sleep under their desks and eat all their meals in the cafeteria or something equally ridiculous.
Now where was his grading pen? His hand automatically went to his pockets. When they came up empty he dug in his desk draws. Still nothing. Damn. It was his good one, too. There was only one other place it could be and he really didn't feel like the walk. Grudgingly, he did get up. He passed the chalkboard next to the door. Smiling at the heart he quickly erased it.
His shoes squeaked on the hall way floors. The school was old and the floors were worn. Half way to his destination, he sighed . It took to much effort simply going around the school. The layout was ill efficient and getting from his room to the teachers lounge was ten minute walk. It wasn't that the school was large just awkward. Hell the front door was father away than he deemed necessary and on quiet a few occasions he simply crawled out one of his windows. The fit was awkward, but they were large enough. Besides the teacher's parking lot laid not five feet from it.
Finally he turned the last corner. The door was opened ajar and a dark figure loomed behind it.
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Russell's back was to the door. He sat at a table in the middle of the room; his shoulders hunched in a black button up. Papers spread out in front of him and he didn't acknowledge Steven coming in.
Steven almost said something. A professional "Hello" maybe. His mouth opened then closed letting a sound akin to a squeak escape from within. Russel contuined to ignore him so he thought maybe he never even spoken at all.
The pen he noticed was no where in sight. It made his task all the more difficult. Pens had a tendency to become stolen. He hoped that wasn't the fate of his. Again he really liked the pen. He shifted through a few things on his corner of the lounge; a large filing cabinet and a small desk.
"You uh wouldn't have seen a pen by any chance, would you?" This time his voice came out relatively clear.
"No." Russell hadn't looked up. Steven now felt obligated to break the ice. He stood there a few seconds, kept the thought in his head for longer than he liked and said it:
"My students put the funniest thing on my board."
"And what would that be?" Russell still didn't look up. Whatever he was doing it was obviously important or more important than he or something. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned it. All ready he was regretting to have said anything at all.
"It was a heart."
"Uh huh." Well Russell certainly sounded interested. He stuck out his bottom lip as he concentrated. He took a moment to write a great red 'F' with a thick... pen. It would figure. 'Fuck it.' He had two options now. Continue at the pace he was going, relatively slow and painful or an all out confutation. He pushed on with the former.
"With our names in it." He gave himself a laugh. "Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever heard?" Steven laughed flustered, but he didn't stop.
Russell looked him in the eye and said, "That's not that funny." Steven immediately stopped.
"Do you mind if I smoked?" Russel didn't wait for an answer and opened the window. It was the only window in the room and looked pretty sad with faded flower curtains from the last decade. The view wasn't any better;
Steven felt he had to say something, "Err... no go ahead." Even if Russell had already lit the cigarette.
"Want one?"
"I don't smoke."
"Pity that." He drew a breath from the cigarette. "It's good for you." Steven raised an eyebrow. Russel continued, "Relieves stress."
Just as Russel's eyes glanced out the window and off of him, Steven slipped the pinched pen off the desk and into his back pocket.
"I should be going now."
"Uh huh." Russel had no interest in him and continued to stare hopelessly out the window. Steven ran out the door.
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The tests were waiting on his desk where he left them. The erased heart looked accusingly at him from the chalkboard. There was nothing left of it, but a smear of chalk. Still he could feel it's gaze. It was absurd really. Him and Russel? Steven snorted. Nothing of the sort. His shoes slid off as he made himself comfortable at the desk. Ugh. Where was he? No where he hadn't even started. A small groan gained freedom in an overview of the work to come. By far he hated his eighth hour class and here it was. Nothing but idiots in the entire group. Try teaching Emily Dickinson to kids who wouldn't know a metaphor if it bit them in the ass. Not that he used such course language. Never. Shit. Damn. Fuck. He smiled and chewed at his pen. One hundred tests loomed out in front of him. Oh the joys of being a teacher. Luckily there was always an answer sheet. He set his pen to paper.
B-, D, D... All to soon his mind began to wander... C-, D+, C, did he remember to feed the cat this morning? B-, B-, they had to have copied each others. Fs for both. D, C, A, Russel and him? D+, D-, C-, it wasn't like that they acted a certain way around each other for anyone to think that. C, D+, his eyes were pretty though. F, C-, C+, blue eyes looking up at him. B, D+, not bad lips either. C+, A, lips in a perfect smirk taunting him. A, B+, B, Steven took a lick of his own dried lips. A, A+, 'I wonder what it would be like, kissing Tom?' C, A, A+, a hot mouth finding his and his stomach dipping at a cool hand. A+, A+, A, a rush of blood and a touch of his back. A, lower, lower, hovering down. A+, A-, to his...
A look down at his pants and a blush crept to his face. 'Oh, shit.'
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An: Expect updates to be slow. If there is updates at all. This has been on my hard drive for over a year. I keep coming back to it. Adding things, editing things, changing this and that. I just liked a lot and finally decided I wanted to put it up. That's it. Hoped you liked what you have read. Review I guess.
chapter one: Mr. Blake loves Mr. Russell
author: theredtart
listening to: lottery winners on acid
summary of the chapter: Steven finds an interesting doodle on his chalkboard. While looking for his red grading pen he bumps into Tom and tells him all about it.
---
Walking into the room, Steven Blake didn't notice the sign from God. It was inconspicuous and disguised as well... it just wasn't unusual to see a random assortment of doodles upon his chalk board. His students often left them at the end of class. It wasn't until last bell that it caught his eye. A heart drawn with the pink colored chalk.
It was a heart... with his name in it?
...and Tom Russell? That got his attention.
Russell was the math teacher across the hall and had been since he started at the school back more years than he liked to admit. He was quiet, subdued, intense. Only briefly had he even spoken to him. In the halls they pasted like strangers. Steven had never seen him outside of school. Maybe he never left. He chuckled. Like one of those old student myths. Teachers live at school. They sleep under their desks and eat all their meals in the cafeteria or something equally ridiculous.
Now where was his grading pen? His hand automatically went to his pockets. When they came up empty he dug in his desk draws. Still nothing. Damn. It was his good one, too. There was only one other place it could be and he really didn't feel like the walk. Grudgingly, he did get up. He passed the chalkboard next to the door. Smiling at the heart he quickly erased it.
His shoes squeaked on the hall way floors. The school was old and the floors were worn. Half way to his destination, he sighed . It took to much effort simply going around the school. The layout was ill efficient and getting from his room to the teachers lounge was ten minute walk. It wasn't that the school was large just awkward. Hell the front door was father away than he deemed necessary and on quiet a few occasions he simply crawled out one of his windows. The fit was awkward, but they were large enough. Besides the teacher's parking lot laid not five feet from it.
Finally he turned the last corner. The door was opened ajar and a dark figure loomed behind it.
---
Russell's back was to the door. He sat at a table in the middle of the room; his shoulders hunched in a black button up. Papers spread out in front of him and he didn't acknowledge Steven coming in.
Steven almost said something. A professional "Hello" maybe. His mouth opened then closed letting a sound akin to a squeak escape from within. Russel contuined to ignore him so he thought maybe he never even spoken at all.
The pen he noticed was no where in sight. It made his task all the more difficult. Pens had a tendency to become stolen. He hoped that wasn't the fate of his. Again he really liked the pen. He shifted through a few things on his corner of the lounge; a large filing cabinet and a small desk.
"You uh wouldn't have seen a pen by any chance, would you?" This time his voice came out relatively clear.
"No." Russell hadn't looked up. Steven now felt obligated to break the ice. He stood there a few seconds, kept the thought in his head for longer than he liked and said it:
"My students put the funniest thing on my board."
"And what would that be?" Russell still didn't look up. Whatever he was doing it was obviously important or more important than he or something. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned it. All ready he was regretting to have said anything at all.
"It was a heart."
"Uh huh." Well Russell certainly sounded interested. He stuck out his bottom lip as he concentrated. He took a moment to write a great red 'F' with a thick... pen. It would figure. 'Fuck it.' He had two options now. Continue at the pace he was going, relatively slow and painful or an all out confutation. He pushed on with the former.
"With our names in it." He gave himself a laugh. "Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever heard?" Steven laughed flustered, but he didn't stop.
Russell looked him in the eye and said, "That's not that funny." Steven immediately stopped.
"Do you mind if I smoked?" Russel didn't wait for an answer and opened the window. It was the only window in the room and looked pretty sad with faded flower curtains from the last decade. The view wasn't any better;
Steven felt he had to say something, "Err... no go ahead." Even if Russell had already lit the cigarette.
"Want one?"
"I don't smoke."
"Pity that." He drew a breath from the cigarette. "It's good for you." Steven raised an eyebrow. Russel continued, "Relieves stress."
Just as Russel's eyes glanced out the window and off of him, Steven slipped the pinched pen off the desk and into his back pocket.
"I should be going now."
"Uh huh." Russel had no interest in him and continued to stare hopelessly out the window. Steven ran out the door.
---
The tests were waiting on his desk where he left them. The erased heart looked accusingly at him from the chalkboard. There was nothing left of it, but a smear of chalk. Still he could feel it's gaze. It was absurd really. Him and Russel? Steven snorted. Nothing of the sort. His shoes slid off as he made himself comfortable at the desk. Ugh. Where was he? No where he hadn't even started. A small groan gained freedom in an overview of the work to come. By far he hated his eighth hour class and here it was. Nothing but idiots in the entire group. Try teaching Emily Dickinson to kids who wouldn't know a metaphor if it bit them in the ass. Not that he used such course language. Never. Shit. Damn. Fuck. He smiled and chewed at his pen. One hundred tests loomed out in front of him. Oh the joys of being a teacher. Luckily there was always an answer sheet. He set his pen to paper.
B-, D, D... All to soon his mind began to wander... C-, D+, C, did he remember to feed the cat this morning? B-, B-, they had to have copied each others. Fs for both. D, C, A, Russel and him? D+, D-, C-, it wasn't like that they acted a certain way around each other for anyone to think that. C, D+, his eyes were pretty though. F, C-, C+, blue eyes looking up at him. B, D+, not bad lips either. C+, A, lips in a perfect smirk taunting him. A, B+, B, Steven took a lick of his own dried lips. A, A+, 'I wonder what it would be like, kissing Tom?' C, A, A+, a hot mouth finding his and his stomach dipping at a cool hand. A+, A+, A, a rush of blood and a touch of his back. A, lower, lower, hovering down. A+, A-, to his...
A look down at his pants and a blush crept to his face. 'Oh, shit.'
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An: Expect updates to be slow. If there is updates at all. This has been on my hard drive for over a year. I keep coming back to it. Adding things, editing things, changing this and that. I just liked a lot and finally decided I wanted to put it up. That's it. Hoped you liked what you have read. Review I guess.