Profe *will update soon*

Chp 8

You pick at Morality with an Ice pick; I will hit it with a Sledgehammer
Uriel


I am pleased with the test results it seems that the classes are all mostly on the same page. I am very surprised with Andrea's test. She even got the questions I didn’t expect anyone to answer.

Luciano's test seems good, and that also surprises me. Don't take it the wrong way, he just doesn't seem like the type of student who puts effort into his studies. I'm not saying he is dumb; do not take it that way. I believe everyone has potential, just I don't think he is the type of person to take algebra serious or school as anything other than a social place.

-

He arrived about five minutes late and though all my life I've been told that unpunctuality of any type is completely unacceptable, I decide to say nothing. The less I speak to him the better.
I have a desk set next to mine and I ask him to sit there. Something looks off with him, but I really can't tell what and I don’t want to be caught staring.

There is an odd smell surrounding him. I can't help myself and actually lean in and take a sniff. He looks at me strangely, but doesn't say anything about it. I can’t place the smell, its smoke, but it isn’t cigarette…perhaps drugs?

It’s sat that I am more disappointed that once more there is something polluting him, than the knowledge or suspicion that he might be intoxicated. I can’t help but wonder if I will ever be able to truly smell him. I imagine that he must smell like woods and cigarettes.

His eyes confirm my suspicion that he is intoxicated, they simply are not here, they don't have that captivating brilliance; he doesn't look at me like he did earlier, like he did yesterday. His eyes are murky.

We both finish our tasks at the same time and detention is over. I stand up and tell him that I will not be tolerating anymore tardiness and that he can leave.

His eyes are blood shot and he his legs won’t support him, I see him clutching onto the desk.

"Luciano are you sure you are feeling ok?" Is this normal? Has he over dosed on something?

He opens and closes his eyes and steps back and forward before answering. I don't really understand his reply. He slurs his words and sort of bunches them up together.

"Are you driving home?" He nods. I know I can't let him drive like this he can barely keep his eyes open. Should I call someone? "I... can you get a ride from someone else? I don't think you should be driving." I really offer him a ride its school policy.

"Ot eally 'Pofe' eveyone eft, I'm ine, I'm ine." He is not fine. I know that as a teacher I should not be covering this up. I should call his parents, send him to the principal’s office or take him to a hospital. I check the time and notice that, odds are nobody is at the school anymore. I'll take him home hopefully he’ll sober up on the ride there, if not I’ll talk to his parents they will probably know what to do.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

We walk outside and down the hall. I hope no one will see us, Luciano cannot walk straight.

"Isty," he says and leans over to a water fountain almost landing on his butt. I help him drink and then steady him next to me.

The parking lot is thankfully empty. I have to help him into my car.

"Ok Luciano where do you live?"

-

Luciano lives maybe 5 or 7 minutes away from the school. We made the drive in silence. I stop in front of his house and turn towards him. He seems to have fallen asleep. I nudge him softly and call his name, his dark hair is falling into his face and I push it back while calling his name again.

His still murky green eyes appear in front of me, a soft smile spreads at his lips.

"'Profe'," he whispers and for once his breath isn't minty, it's just warm. I notice how close I'm leaning into him and try to move back but one of his hands comes to hold me from behind my neck. I'm frozen staring at those endless empty glassy eyes. They slowly recuperate that teasing sparkle in them; they shine as the smile grows bigger.

"You're home..." My words are nothing but a whisper, I have to force them out hoping against hope that they will and that they won't break the spell I have fallen into.

"Gracias." Slowly he moves towards me our lips but a millimeter apart and then I feel them, so soft, so sweet against my own. I try to think, I try to react but instead, I kiss back. I open my mouth and gladly accept his tongue. I savor him and print in my memory every single movement every single feeling, this will never repeat itself and I need it to forever be with me, because I know I will probably never feel this way again.

The kiss is soft and gentle, it isn't needy and passion doesn't overpower it. My heart beats fast and I feel a cold sweat run down my back. I don't want it to end. It feels as though an eternity has passed, but an eternity would never be long enough. His other hand rests on my cheek and slides down to my chest. I think he might push me away, but instead he caresses me and I move my hands to his hair.

A car drives by us and finally breaks the spell. I jump back, but his hands keep me in place our noses not quite touching. His eyes slowly open.

"I'm sorry," I say and push back trying to get his hand to let me go.

"Yo no, y no creo que tu lo estes. Ese beso estuvo bueno," He pokes me on the chest where the heart is, "Eres bello y vas a ser mio."

I don't speak Spanish I have no clue what he just said, but I have perfect memory and I will look it up.

"Luciano this can never happen again." He bites his lip and let’s go of me.

"Whatever you say..." his cocky little tone is back and his eyes are as flirty as ever "...Profe" with his index finger he taps my nose and walks out of the car. "See you tomorrow!" he sings over his shoulder.
Looks like he won’t need a doctor after all.

-

I stay in my car on my drive way for about half an hour, I don't want to walk into the house. I don't want to yell "Honey, I'm home."

I know that Marsha will run out to the door and stand on her tiny toes to kiss me hello. I don't want her to kiss me. I don't want her to wash away the feeling of Luciano's lips.

I'm scared that once her lips touch mine she will tell. She will feel him there as much as I feel him. How can she not? Anyone can tell. I'm sure anyone can see how I've changed, I had my one free try and I will pay with my life for this new addiction.

Someone knocks on my window; it's Marsha with Victoria in her arms. I open my door and step out taking Victoria from Marsha's arms.

"Is everything ok?" she asks. I avoid kissing her by entertaining myself with Victoria, and try to make it seem as though I'm too busy with the baby for anything else. I hope Marsha will stay out of my way and not notice everything that happened.

We sit at dinner and I manage to avoid any type of intimate contact with my wife though guilt is heavy on my shoulders.

"I decided to study something..." I need for the silence to end. If she knows, if she feels him, she should once and for all tell me and end it. Maybe I should simply confess? No; why? It was nothing, right?

"Study? What?" She hands me the mashed potatoes and takes a bite of some green beans.

"Spanish."


-

Luciano

Why the fucks was I talking in Spanish? Sometimes I even surprise myself. Shit can’t wait until I get to fuck or I get fucked by Profe . Henry’s friends’ shit hit me hard. I swear I need to stop smocking with the idiots. Que cagada, the shit got me speaking Spanish.

But now the good stuff he kissed me or I kissed him, who the fuck cares about anything else there was serious lip locking and I'm happy. I have to be careful now; my 'Profe' seems like the type to scare easily.

At least mom’s not home, she would be bitching a storm about me being late. I need to sleep and then get the hell out of here.

-

My eyes close for about a minute when my phone goes off, a text message. I forgot all about Dave. Decisions, decisions, go meet up with Dave or take a nap? What to do, what to do?
I grab my cars keys and drive to Dave's house. He only lives about three blocks away but I did enough walking this morning.

"I thought you forgot about me," Dave says as he opens the door.

"I actually did," I laugh walking past him and towards his bedroom.

"Fuck, thanks for making me feel special." I look over my shoulder at him.

"Tell me Dave, am I here to make you feel loved or to make you feel good?" I’m at his bedroom door.

“You talk like a whore." He stands at the door frame and I sit on his bed. He is boring me. I don't know why I came. Well I know why... I came to get laid, but it's not like I am desperate for it or like I really want too.

"I should leave," I say standing up.

"No, Luciano, please don't take it like that." How am I supposed to take it? His words don't really bother me. I can't care less about what he thinks about me, it just doesn't feel right. Plus I’ll be the first to admit I’m a whore and hell I fucking enjoy it.

I scratch the back of my neck and stand in front of him waiting for him to move so I can walk out. "I have to go, please move," I say when he makes no intention of moving.

"Luciano, come on man, you know I was just ...kidding. I mean we do that all the time don't we?" His words really don't bother me, it is something else, a sudden feeling of wrong, of why? I wish I could explain it. It started deep in my stomach as I stepped into his room, the feeling that I don't belong here. A feeling of betrayal? I don't know, I don't know what it is but I need to leave

"Move." I’m nervously biting my thumb now, my leg going fidgety on me. He reaches out to touch my face. His skin against mine burns and I jump back.

"We always have fun together. I didn't mean what I said. I'd never consider you a whore." He takes a deep breath taking a step towards me, but this time keeps his hands to himself "You know I need you. You know I don't do this with anyone else."

"With any other guys you mean."

"You're special to me Luciano, you know that." I can't stop the laughter that erupts from inside me.

"Fuck, dude, I'm not a chick, don't think you going all sentimental on me will get you in my pants." I shake my head and continue to laugh.

“You are cruel, you know that? I thought for once you where showing some type of feelings, I thought for once I could talk to you as if you had a heart." I roll my eyes at him still chuckling a bit to my self.

"If you shut up and make it quick, I'll stay." I pull him near me and kiss him. His hands go into my hair and that feeling I still can't describe returns. I pull away. "I'm sorry, I just can't do it." I push him aside and leave the room.

-

I need something, I need something pronto. I... what the fuck? My hand collides with my steering wheel while I still try to make some sense of everything.

When I make it back home, I open my bottle of whiskey and start to drink it straight out of the bottle. I just need something. I need something, don't fucking judge me, ok? Fuck, if you felt what I do, you would be downing
this bottle too.

About a quarter down, I take my cell phone and call Dave, I think I'm finally ready for him. He asks me about earlier and I make some bull excuse about having to do some nonsense for my mom, he doesn't believe me but accepts to come over.

My bed is a small single bed, there is no way me and Dave will fit on it, or will it be able to handle us with out breaking. With the bottle still in my hand and with no intentions of letting it down until it is empty, I open the door, receiving Dave with a kiss that doesn't stop until our bodies collide with my mother’s mattress.
A thumb over the bottles opening prevents major spillage and as Dave steps away from me to remove his shoes, I down a bit more. He takes a swig of it and now the golden liquid is down to half and safely put to the side.

As soon as Dave's heavy body is over me, I'm reminded why I enjoy time with him. He's back to his normal self all the sentimental bull left back at his house. His goal is to feel pleasure and I'm just a means to an end. My goal is to forget to fog everything behind the wonderful orgasm his sculpted body promises and the same as I am to him he is just a means to an end.

He rolls off me and knows better than to try to touch me, he doesn't pull me towards him or kiss me. He just lies next to me closing his eyes enjoying his after glow. I stand up and take my bottle back. I make my way to my mother's bathroom where I discard his used condom and clean myself off. I drink some more while sitting on a chair my mom has near the window as I watch Dave breathe. I don't bother with clothes; I know it only takes him a few minutes to be ready for another round.

I see Dave open his eyes and I take that as my cue to approach him. I straddle him at the waist and start to kiss him. I make my way down his body and just when I'm about to take him into my mouth, I hear my mother yell.

"Oh my god, Luciano!!”


A/N Thank you Lindsey, I appreciate your review.