Intellectual War
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,582
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 15
Dinner was interesting to say the least. Kouhei didn’t even bother to change his clothes. So not only was he covered in dirt and dust from their travels, he was sporting wrinkled clothes that were ripped at certain areas. Not to mention a little wet at the corners. His hair was flat and damp with sweat. His glasses were a little askew. Yet, in Shouta’s eyes, he was the most beautiful angel that had graced his presence, and he wasn’t the only one.
Every man and his son were watching this heavenly creature eat….ummmm….elegantly…..well as elegantly as a boy can with one foot on the chair and one arm across that knee. He was crouched forward and tapping his other foot. Now imagine him eating with his mouth open. Yep. Class.
Okay, okay. He usually not that bad, but after half a bottle of red wine – no, not half a glass, and yes he underage, any more questions? No? Good.
And did the dear teacher try to stop him? Of course, he was a teacher after all. He was a responsible adult….bull crap.
“Errrr, Kouhei-kun….maybe you should stop now.” That what his mouth was saying but his hands keep pouring. The kid did not know what hit him. He fell into the tempting trap with the first drop.
But the end of the dinner party, and Kouhei was counting four from two fingers. Shouta’s plan was well on its way. With one swaying, shouting, arm waving boy, supported by a man that was grinning like a cashmere cat. If they met any person on the way, there would have been a call to the police of a suspected crime (ignore the fact that a teenage boy and adult was already wrong in the eye of the law.)
Actually, that smile would scare even the bravest man if it was directed at them. So they might just run the other way with fear.
“Now you are all mine. Taskei and Diasuke be damn. Ha ha, I win”
Now if the smile didn’t scare you off, that laughter would. Yet it had no effect on the drunken boy.
“Tas…aski, you …you prick…..mommy daddy….F*CK ME TASKEI…you idiot ….I like….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
ERRRRRRR …..Shouta had to sweatdrop, his soon to be screw ….ah….I mean tight ass….nonono….HIS STUDENT had just fallen into a drunken slumber.
Perfect.
Easy target – I mean, a kid high on alcohol, drunk so much he could barely resist.
Shouta felt like rubbing his hands together with glee.
Every man and his son were watching this heavenly creature eat….ummmm….elegantly…..well as elegantly as a boy can with one foot on the chair and one arm across that knee. He was crouched forward and tapping his other foot. Now imagine him eating with his mouth open. Yep. Class.
Okay, okay. He usually not that bad, but after half a bottle of red wine – no, not half a glass, and yes he underage, any more questions? No? Good.
And did the dear teacher try to stop him? Of course, he was a teacher after all. He was a responsible adult….bull crap.
“Errrr, Kouhei-kun….maybe you should stop now.” That what his mouth was saying but his hands keep pouring. The kid did not know what hit him. He fell into the tempting trap with the first drop.
But the end of the dinner party, and Kouhei was counting four from two fingers. Shouta’s plan was well on its way. With one swaying, shouting, arm waving boy, supported by a man that was grinning like a cashmere cat. If they met any person on the way, there would have been a call to the police of a suspected crime (ignore the fact that a teenage boy and adult was already wrong in the eye of the law.)
Actually, that smile would scare even the bravest man if it was directed at them. So they might just run the other way with fear.
“Now you are all mine. Taskei and Diasuke be damn. Ha ha, I win”
Now if the smile didn’t scare you off, that laughter would. Yet it had no effect on the drunken boy.
“Tas…aski, you …you prick…..mommy daddy….F*CK ME TASKEI…you idiot ….I like….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
ERRRRRRR …..Shouta had to sweatdrop, his soon to be screw ….ah….I mean tight ass….nonono….HIS STUDENT had just fallen into a drunken slumber.
Perfect.
Easy target – I mean, a kid high on alcohol, drunk so much he could barely resist.
Shouta felt like rubbing his hands together with glee.