Extra credit

Seunghyun discreetly sketches on his notebook, an anime boy, topless, being careful not to get caught drawing something so suggestive by his neighbors. Having finished the assigned reading, he had nothing better to do in class. He glances up at his teacher, Mr. Matsuura, and to his shock he finds him looking right at him with a strange intensity. His cheeks flushing, he quickly looks back down at his notebook, closing it.

Kyo's mouth tugs into a grin when Seunghyun glances back down to his notebook. He had been looking at him, in an obvious way—likes to do that sometimes just to see his reaction to his gaze. If only he knew what he was thinking.

With his rich black hair and soft brown eyes, he's undoubtedly the cutest boy in his class—the other boys definitely pale in comparison.

He's had many of the other girl students come up to him, twirling their hair and batting their lashes, trying for a better grade, some of them trying for something more than that even—such little wanton schoolgirls. He rarely indulges them, and when he does, he gives them a few extra points on assignments—for their daring effort. Because, truthfully, if he gave in and gave them what they think they wanted—a hard, relentless, fuck from their handsome teacher—they'd probably never proposition him again.

But Seunghyun, sweet Seunghyun Lee, would never be like one of those girls, or boys for that matter. The one boy he would enjoy vying for his attention is the only one who doesn't try. He sits there, day after day, as proper as a student should be, and he sketches his cute little drawings of his favorite characters all over his notebooks after always finishing his work ahead of time. 

He crosses his legs, and leans on one elbow as he gazes out the window at the grounds outside. It's a beautiful day and he wants to be outside, not in school—even if he does excel at his studies. Really, he excels at everything he tries his hand at; just earned a solo as a tenor in the school's choir, a near perfect grade in home economics, a good boy who is only a little tempted by the type of things he'd sketch into his little notebook.

But he wondered why Mr. Matsuura was looking at him with that wolfish gaze. It embarrassed him. The most popular and prettiest girls and even a few openly queer boys had flirted with him and been disappointed when he turned them down, and would bemoan the rejection over lunch. He didn't claim to understand those kids.

So, naturally, being a little curious, he glances back at him, away from the window and his musings. And there he is, behind his desk, still watching him. This time he doesn't look away.

He perks his brows when Seunghyun meets his gaze again. He sits near the window, there’s one desk that separates his from Seunghyun's—assigned seating. He would have put him right in front of his desk, the perfect view of his favourite pupil, but that would have been way too obvious, would have made it harder for him to focus on anyone else. Anything else.

He glances away from him, reluctantly, and to his watch—it's nearly the end of the period. And when he looks back up at him he's staring out the window again, no doubt daydreaming about being anywhere else.

"Seunghyun," he says, his voice coming above the soft chatter in the room, "I need to see you a moment after class." And he watches some of the students look towards him with an almost bewildered expression, as if perfect Seunghyun has finally done something wrong. Some of them would love to see him fail for once.

His heart beats faster at his announcement, and he can't for the life of him imagine why he would be in trouble, other than perhaps his slightly suggestive drawings in his notebook. After nodding, he started to pack up his backpack, listening to the rest of the class do the same. The bell rings and they all hurry off, all except him. He shoulders his bag and approaches the desk. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Matsuura?" 

Kyo waits until the last lingering student has left the room and it's only he and Seunghyun left alone. He looks up at him, standing next to his desk, and for a moment he allows himself to enjoy the look of nervousness on his face—it's different than what he's used to seeing on him, and, yeah, he enjoys it a little too much.

He looks down at his papers and back up at him. "You're not in trouble," he says, and his nervousness seems to fade a bit. "You know you're an excellent student, Seunghyun, and I thought that perhaps you'd benefit from an extra credit assignment."

"Oh, extra credit? Thank you so much, Mr. Matsuura. What sort of assignment did you have in mind?"

He's smiling. Nothing is amiss, just a teacher recognizing and praising him. He likes him well enough, he's nice to look at—not like that, but if he were slightly younger he might have a little bit of a crush on him. He looked the closest to any of the males in his favorite animes and such than anyone else in person. As it was, he was far too out of his league, Seunghyun thought. And an English teacher? His picky self could do better.

"Well," he sits back in his chair, maybe putting himself a little on display—he knows the girls and boys flirt with him for a reason—and then continues, "I thought maybe you could work on some of the old classics—they're usually reserved for college students, but I think you, of all my students, could handle it." He has made this extra credit assignment thing up on the fly, and he's using Seunghyun's intelligence to butter him up. "It would be something once a week, after school, just one-on-one with myself. If... that's okay?" He's cast out his line, but he's not completely sure if he's going to take the bait.

He looks at him through his soft lashes, trying to look bashful at his high praise, but really he knows he deserves it. He's his top student. Of course he is, even without tutors.

"I have swim practice on Fridays," he says, unnecessary information that he didn't need to share, but he plows ahead: "If you think I can handle it, Mr. Matsuura, of course I can try. I'd hate not to live up to your expectations."

Already, he's playing out in his mind how he's going to tell his parents. Sit them down, tell them his English teacher thinks he's so bright that he's going to give him this special attention.

He smiles at him and the fact that his little plan has worked. He's smart—book smart—but so very naive. He doesn't quite see his wolf in sheep's clothing act.

He sits forward, resting his elbows on his desk and looks up at him. He's a swimmer, he didn't know that about him, but he's not overly surprised given his height, his long legs, and his toned lean muscles. He can't help letting his mind wander, imagining what sort of positions he can contort himself into. "We can work around your schedule, of course," he says with an agreeable smile.

"Are we starting today?" he asks, preparing to pull out his phone and text his mother that he'll be late and not to worry about him.

This is the longest conversation he's had with Mr. Matsuura, and being close enough to watch his expressions shift is a little unnerving. His smile, for one, is friendly, but his eyes—they seem to pierce through his clothes.

"Not today," he says, he needs the night to throw together some semblance of a lesson plan so this farce of an assignment can seem legitimate. "What about tomorrow? Or Thursday? It will give you a chance to talk to your parents about it." He continues to smile at him, yes; he will need to tell his parents.

"Tomorrow would be fine, I'll just have to arrange some other way home," he says. He's starting to blush a little from his continued smiling.

"I wouldn't mind giving you a ride home," he says, since he knows where he lives, has been to his home before. "That is, until you find other arrangements."

"Oh, really? Thank you so much, Mr. Matsuura, I really appreciate that. Yeah, I'll try to find someone else who can pick me up."

"No problem at all," he says, and his faux sweet smile turns into more of a sly grin. When a number of students begin to shuffle into his classroom he takes that as a cue to end their conversation. "So, here, after school, tomorrow?" He punctuates his words with a brow raise.

"Yes, I'll be here, and I'll be sure to tell my parents. Bye Mr. Matsuura!" he says, waving as he hurries out, not wanting to be late to his next class. Something about the look on his face at the end there excited him, just a little bit.

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The classroom is completely empty, the door is closed over, and he's got his laptop in front of him. His browser is opened to a reliable porn site and his fingers are quick to type into the search engine "dark-haired teen boy " and, when he presses enter, hundreds of videos are listed. He scrolls down the page with interest, until he finds a young looking male with the right shade of black hair that made his member twitch. He clicks the video, and mutes the sound. It's a solo video, with the male—not nearly as attractive as Seunghyun—in a loosened school uniform, and he's got his legs spread apart, as he rubs over at his see through briefs. His hardening member shows interest.

Seunghyun hugs his friends’ goodbye and heads towards Mr. Matsuura's classroom. His parents were so pleased with him about getting an extra credit assignment, and Seunghyun couldn't be happier. He opens the door to the classroom and walks in, sees his teacher with a laptop in front of him. And on the screen—his eyes widen and his heart races. An immediate blush flushed his entire face.

Kyo's just about to palm at his hard member, he had over ten minutes to get himself off before Seunghyun shows up for his after school studies—doesn't think he can stand to be alone with him for an hour and a half without getting off first—but when hears the door to his classroom open he whips his head around and his star pupil is standing there, gaping. Quickly, he pushes the cover of his laptop closed and he grins at him—he's been caught, but he's not overly fazed by that notion. "You're early," he says, and of course he is, he's a damn goody-two-shoes.

For a moment, he can't even speak, frozen. Say something!, he thinks to himself. Part of him wants to bolt out the door, but his feet refused to obey, stuck to the floor. Finally, he decides to swallow up his surprise and says, "My class got out earlier than I expected..." He walks around to the front of his desk, barely able to look at him, his cheeks burning a hot pink.

"Of course it did," he says, and he gives Seunghyun a hard look up and down as he walks to stand in front of his desk. "Why don't you take a seat there, and we can get started," he advises and gestures to the desk and chair right in front of his.

Pushing his laptop out of the way he picks up the lesson plan he concocted—it should only take him an hour to get through, giving them half hour to get better acquainted with one another. "You've heard of the novel To Kill A Mockingbird, right?" He asks, and picks up his old tattered copy from his desk, shows her the cover.

"Yes, I have," he nods, taking a seat behind the indicated desk and setting his backpack down. "I've seen the movie as well." 

The movie. He scoffs. Hollywood's attempt to ruin another classic novel with their lacklustre portrayal of it. "The book, is always better than the movie," he says as he stands from his chair—assignment in one hand, book in the other—and makes his way around to the front of his desk. He puts the book and assignment down on the table for him to look over, and leans back against the desk, his cock is half-hard and it's actually a bit visible from the way he's standing, but he kind of wants him to see it, wants to pique his interest.

He picks up the book and looks at the back, reads the summary. Then he looks up at him, and sees a strange bulge in his pants, maybe a cell phone. But, it's in the wrong place for a cell phone. It couldn't be his penis—could it? His mouth opens a little in surprise, and he looks up at his face. He really has some nerve, to be standing there smug like that. And he really is braver than he thought, because he's not looking away. He lifts his eyebrows in challenge. 

He’s satisfied when his eyes find the bulge he is displaying, and when he looks him in the eye, he grins knowingly and pushes off from the desk. "If you have any questions... about the assignment, I'll be right here," he says, and takes his seat back behind his desk.

Seunghyun picks up the assignment and works on it in silence, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he got under his skin. But he did. Putting his pencil to paper, he immerses himself in the world of Scout Finch, and it soothes him so that he eventually loses track of time, pouring over the book and taking careful notes.

Kyo busies himself with grading papers. He notices one page that has the words "Mr. Matsuura is a fox!" written in the corner, obviously wanting him to see it. He almost laughs; these students are really brazen at times. He glances up at Seunghyun every now and then as he works on his assignment. He's so into his work, so into being perfect that if he wanted to he could probably unzip and get off under the table without him even noticing. He's so tempted, so fucking tempted, he knows he could do it without barely making a sound—sure he'd like to turn it into a spectacle, making him watch him as he got off to the thought of him—but he decides against it. Doesn't want to scare him off so soon.

He looks at his watch, sees that an hour has passed already. "Any questions?" He asks.

"No, but it's a really nice book," he says, noting his place and setting it down. But he thinks he wants him to ask about something else, and he's sorely tempted. "Can I ask you about something... unrelated?" he asks, testing the waters. 

He stops grading papers, and leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk. He twirls his pen around in his fingers and purses his lips with interest. "And what would that be?"

He bit his lips once before reaching into his bag for his lipbalm and applies it, soundlessly smacking his lips together after and then asks carefully, "Were you perhaps... watching porn earlier?"

"Yes, I was watching porn." he says simply, not embarrassed in the slightest by his asking. He's only annoyed that he didn't have time to finish, but his erection is waning, so it's fine. "I wasn't expecting you to be early." He gives Seunghyun a small smile.

"If you were trying to be discreet, why did you want me to see your... thing?" he asks.

"You mean my bulge?" He asks, and he's grinning now. "I'm a man, Seunghyun, I watched something that turned me on, my dick got hard, and you came in. I wasn't going to call off our scheduled session just because of that."

His throat goes dry and it hurts when he swallows. "Oh, um...I, I..." He lowers his eyes. He's almost certain he shouldn't be talking to him in that way—it's beyond inappropriate. But he should be flattered. Any other student would go flapping their jaw about it the next day, boasting that they saw Mr. Matsuura's bulge. Seunghyun would do no such thing.

He enjoys watching him squirm and become flustered. It looks good on his usually poised and calm exterior. "Now, if you don't have anymore questions, we should get you home, yeah?"

"Um, alright," he mumbles, and starts putting his things away. And then he stops. "But... Why do men watch porn?" he asks, quite innocently.

He looks at him with his brows raised. Is he serious? Surely he must have some idea. "To get off," he says, "The same reason why anyone watches it."

"I don't watch porn," he says, making a confused face.

"Never?" He questions, surprised. Most boys his age have watched it, at least once. He definitely doesn't believe the "super good boy" persona he's feeding him right now, but he has him intrigued, and slightly alarmed.

"Of course not!" he says indignantly.

"You can tell me the truth," he says to him, "I won't tell your parents."

"No, I don't watch porn!" he insists, starting to get a little upset. 

Kyo holds his palms up in surrender as he can see the unsettled look on Seunghyun's face. He has no need to press the subject, doesn't want there to be any reason for him to decided this extra credit thing isn't worth his time. "I believe you," he says, and there is something about the thought of him never seeing pornography that makes him want to be there the first time he ever does—the look on his face would be priceless, he's sure.

Glancing at his watch, he sees that their session is just about up. "I should probably get you home now," he advises.

He nods and stands, shrugging on his backpack and walking out of the classroom with his head bowed, tears stinging his eyes and the blush almost completely faded away. The way he was questioning him made him feel like there was something not normal about him having never watched porn.

When they get to his car he notices something strange about him. He hasn't looked at him once since leaving his classroom. "Are you okay?" He asks, as he shoves his key into the ignition. And he can be nice if he wants to be, he once did a two-year term as a guidance counselor at a primary school.

Seunghyun slumps in his seat. "Is it weird that I haven't seen any of that... am I not normal?" he asks, his voice cracking as he tries not to tear up again. "It never even occurred to me that I could do that..."

He softens his body language, wanting to seem more inviting and less like the smug self he usually is. He knows his parents; they are rather religious and enforce that lifestyle on their children. So, he's not exactly normal for a boy his age, but he's not going to tell him that. Doesn't want a crying teenage boy in his car. "Of course you're normal," he lies, "at lot of boys your age probably haven't seen it either. It's not a big deal." He tries for a comforting smile, but then he's curious. "Is it just porn? Or do you not know...anything?"

"What do you mean, anything?" he asks.

"I mean, you've been taught sexual education, right? You know the basics," he assumes. He's an English teacher, he's not all that interested in what other classes the students take, he figured they must have some sort of sexual education, even if it's just a couple of random information sessions here and there.

"My parents didn't sign the permission slip for me to take that class..." he says quietly.

"Oh, I see," he says, not one bit surprised. But, he wouldn't be his normal, depraved, self if that didn't give him an idea. Seunghyun's parents already provided consent for him to work with him after school on an assignment, and if those studies just happened to include sexual education, they wouldn't have to be any wiser.

He doesn't proposition him with the idea right now. He's more concerned with getting him home without having him explode into tears. "So you take swim?" He asks, as they drive along, his eyes scanning the signs, looking for the street he lives on.

"Yes I do," he says. "What it means is that I can never put on weight, not even in my—er…never mind..." He leans toward the window, forgetting his tears in favor of being awkward as hell.

"In your what?" Kyo asks, as he was only half listening, and pulls the car onto his street.

"Um, my chest area," he says, on the edge of his seat and ready to hop out of the car.

He glances at him with his brows pulled together. "That seems a bit excessive," he says, knows a boy his age can't control the development of his body. No wonder young people are so fucked up about themselves, having to live up to impossible body standards. He thought Seunghyun's body was perfect the way it is now anyways. It irritated him slightly that he thought he's not good enough looking as he is already. 

"It's about discipline," he tells him. "Just because I want something doesn't mean it's good for me."

"Well that seems like a rather dull way to live life," he comments, pulling into his driveway. "I tend to live by the philosophy that if you want something, then you go after it." He looks at him, a grin on his lips, and puts the car in park.

He considers that for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. Thank you for the ride!" And he gets out of the car and hurries into the house, his words echoing in his head.

He can still hear his voice when he's in bed later that night and he doesn't know why.