Reaching out

It's later, when Kyo is home, and in the middle of grading papers, that his cell phone begins to ring. He reaches for the device, doesn't readily recognize the number, and brings it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Um," Seung says, his voice obviously wet with tears as he goes on, "Is this Mr. Matsuura?" He's sitting in bed, cradling his phone against his ear and a pillow tucked under his arm.

His brows pull together, the voice on the other end is crying, but calls him "Mr. Matsuura", so it can only be someone he's not close with. "Yes, and who's this?"

"It's Seunghyun," he says in a low voice. "I didn't know who else to talk to..." The image in his head immediately flickers to earlier in the day, to the that hardening shaft and soft black hair between his legs. "What is the matter?" He asks, surely he hadn't scared him that much at their learning session—and if he had, he would think he would be the last person that he would want to talk to.

"I'm so embarrassed... this boy, um..." He sniffs and hugs his pillow tightly. "He's been giving me a ride home lately."

Kyo nods, though he knows he cannot see his action. "And, let me guess, he decided he wanted more than just a smile and a thank you for his service?" He assumes, but he's probably right. He knows how young boys are—foolish and horny.

"Yes," he says. "He pulled me over and... and kissed me as he slipped his hands under my shirt, and I panicked and jumped out of the car and ran home." He'd thought he'd wanted that sort of attention from him, but when Jin's tongue had been in his mouth, all he felt was disgust and a good dose of fear. His friends would never understand.

"I see," Kyo says into the phone, of course he's not overly surprised. But his brows still furrowed in annoyance that someone touched him. Seunghyun's a beautiful boy, he knew there is more than one boy that would want to touch him in such a way. "So you decided to call me?"

"I… I'm sorry, I'm bothering you, aren't I?" he says, wiping at his tears where they've run down his cheeks.

"Of course you're not bothering me," he says as he looks down at the papers in his lap. "But I'm not entirely sure why, of all people you would call me? I know you have your little clique of friends at school." 

"They'd laugh at me," he says in a small voice. "They'd call me a prude. I thought you could help me." 

"Yeah, you probably did best by not talking to them. They would laugh at you because you are a little prude," he smiles, and adds, "But I won't judge you for that."

Seunghyun laughs, more of a nervous laugh than anything else. "Could you tell me something, then? Why didn't I like it when he made a move on me?" 

"Well," he begins, "Maybe you weren't in the mood to be touched... or, perhaps you don't like this boy as much as you thought you did?"

"Maybe..." He curls up on his side, letting go of his pillow, his free hand instead resting idly between his thighs. "He also... just wasn't good at it," he admits.

"How would you know?" He muses, grins into his phone.

"You're right, I wouldn't know. But it didn't feel good."

"And a seventeen year old boy knows what feels good, does he?" He asks, and thinks to how he had been breathy and panting on his desk with his hand between his legs.

"I thought you could show me," he says, and adds for the sake of his ego, "Since you're so clever." He wouldn't call it a crush; these odd new feelings for him... More like a fascination. He was showing a new side of him that he had never considered showing before. He wouldn't see when he adjusted his hand between his thighs to gently rub himself as he waited for him to talk.

"I thought I did show you," he says, grinning, "Or have you forgotten already? Surely it wasn't that forgettable of a lesson?"

"No, I haven't forgotten." He licks his lips and moves his hips gently in time with his hand. "I think... you want me," he says.

"Is that what you think?" He asks, amused. "If I wanted you, then why were you the one ringing my phone?" He is right, he does want him, he wants him in every which way imaginable, but he can't admit that to him. He can't let him know that he's right.

"I can't tell you why, you'll make fun of me," he whines, stilling himself. At least for now, while he's on the phone, he can restrain himself.

"I won't make fun of you, Seunghyun," he promises.

"I thought... you would be jealous," he confesses, "Of what happened."

He smiles into the phone. He's amused. He wants him to be jealous of some stupid little boy who wouldn't know his way around a dick and an ass if he were given a map. But, of course, he's interested now, and he'll play along. "Perhaps, I am... A little jealous," he lies.

"Really?" he asks. "Do you want to... maybe kiss me?" 

"Is that what you want? For me to kiss you?" He turns the question around on him, enjoys playing this little game with him. Wonders what other types of games he could coax him into playing.

"You're my teacher. So you should teach me how to kiss," he says carefully.

He's smug on the other end of the line. "I suppose, I could teach you whatever you feel you need to be taught," he offers.

"It would be helpful... But I wouldn't want to bother you if you don't want to teach me."

"It wouldn't be that much of a bother," he says.

"Is that so? Well, maybe we can squeeze in some kissing in our lessons..."

"Among other things." He grins.

"Like what? What else do you have in mind for me, Mr. Matsuura?"

"I never reveal my lesson plan, and besides, don't you suppose it's getting a bit late? Do you think your mother would be amused to know you were speaking with your teacher about such things?" He questions.

"We'd both get in trouble," he agrees. Although he suspects his teacher would get in more trouble. True, he wasn't sleeping with him, but those touches earlier that day had definitely crossed an invisible boundary.

"We would both get in trouble, and wouldn't you hate that? Perfect little Seunghyun Lee getting in trouble, because he couldn't tell his teacher 'no', he couldn't tell him to stop touching his dick, and he enjoyed it so much that he even left a damp spot on his desk," he says into the phone. 

Seunghyun shuts his eyes as his voice pours over him, and he quickly moves his hand back between his thighs stroking himself over his thin briefs, clenching his teeth... but a whimper slips through, clearly a sound of his pleasure. He freezes.

He smiles at the sound of his whimper into the phone, he knows he's touching himself, and he can imagine his hand stroking his dick, trying to elicit the same feeling from himself that he had earlier in the day. "Sounds like you're putting your newfound knowledge to work," he says, "Such a naughty little boy. And to the sound of his teacher's voice, of all things."

Seunghyun sighs breathily next to his phone. "I..." He slowly rolls his hips against his hand stroking over his member. "I should probably stop, shouldn't I..."

"Do you want to stop?" He breathes into the phone, he could imagine his cheeks flushed red, and him biting his full lips.

"I don't know...we've never even kissed, this is skipping ahead..." he chews his lip, wriggling his hand between his legs, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his member

"Just pretend I'm kissing you..." he says, "Kissing you between your legs, pretend your fingers are my hands and tongue. I'm licking and stroking  you... I can only imagine how wet you are," he whispers into the phone.

His voice, husky and soft, sends chills straight to his hard member. He shuts his eyes tight and moves his soaked briefs aside so he can stroke himself freely, making him gasp. It almost alarms him how wet he is. "Very..." he says.

"I bet you're as wet as you were in my classroom today," he says, he can practically feel the wet, slick heat on his fingers just from memory, "You were so wet I wanted to feel you inside all for myself."

He gives a soft cry. No one has ever treated him so obscenely, spoken to him with so much depravity. And then his abdomen suddenly tightens, like it's boiling, like he's on the edge. Quickly, he jerks his hand away from himself and hangs up the phone, flinging it across the bed. He lies on his back, panting and gazing up at the ceiling. He came. 

The sound of his voice, soft and whimpering made Kyo's member twitch, and then there was the sound of nothing. And he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face when he placed his phone on the side table and went back to grading papers.

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Seunghyun sat at his desk, bent over his math homework—he'd finished taking notes for his English class—in part to avoid looking at Mr. Matsuura. He would be happy if he never said another word to him, so great was his mortification.

Kyo couldn't help watching the boy two desks from his own, and he noticed that he did not look up at him once—or not that he had seen. It filled him with great satisfaction to know that just the night before he had been touching himself to the sound of his voice, but he now wanted his attention.

He took out a sheet of paper and began to write, Can you stay after school today? He clicked his pen a number of times before standing up from his desk, and walking down the row that Seunghyun sat. He placed the paper on his desk as he walked by, and continued to wander up and down the rows of students, expecting his reply by the time he got back round to him.

The paper lies in front of him. He stares at it for a moment, shocked at how brazen he was being. Trying to look calmer than he felt, he read it and wrote, Yes, underneath it, then turned it back over and slid it to the corner of his desk, where he could grab it on his way back.

He retrieves the paper as he walks back to his desk and smiles at the answer that's written beneath his question. Sitting back down, with opportunity on the horizon, he begins to write again. He scrawls on the page, Please choose a lesson from the following: a) kissing b) sucking dick c) all the above. And he waits a moment, amusement on his mouth, before he stands from his desk once again. This time he has a stack of paper in his hands, as to not be obvious that he's favoring Seunghyun, and when he walks by his desk, he places two sheets of paper upon it face down—one his homework, the other his question—and continues passed him, lying papers on each student's desk.

He glances at the homework and realizes there's another page underneath. Carefully, so as not to let anyone know about their illicit communication, he turns both over and his cheeks immediately flush when he read the words sucking dick. He licks his lips and presses his cheek to the window, willing the cool glass to temper his blush. Then he bubbles in, a, and underlines it for emphasis. His lips were made for things such as speaking, eating, and kissing, not... "sucking dick". He grimaces. 

Kyo grabs the page from his desk as he walks by and smirks when he sees his choice. Such a prude, he thinks as he sits back at his desk. He tears the messages up as he stares at Seunghyun and then tosses the torn papers in the recycle bin. He's not sure how he's going to get through his next two classes with him on his mind.

Seunghyun, hoping to pay him back, draws something for him and carefully folds it up and leaves it on his desk as he gets up to leave class. When he opens it, he will see a picture of him in his school uniform—but with his shirt unbuttoned all the way down revealing his nipples and his belt and pants undone to expose his briefs.

Kyo had smiled at his daring little drawing; it had kept him in high spirits the rest of school day. And how could he not be happy knowing such a cute boy would be coming back to him once classes were out.