A fist amongst the hand. [Claude&Kida]

[marriedinthesunx]

Guilt.

That was the word. He couldn't even sleep at night, and whenever he shut his eyes he had awful visuals of a certain brunet in a pair of Superman boxers staring at him as if he had completely DESTROYED him. Kida had never been impulsive before this, it was all Claude's fault. If he wasn't so atrociously attractive and mean spirited, the fifteen year old would have been able to completely ignore him physically and better assist him with his learning rather than sucking his face.

To be honest, the shy fifteen year old had been avoiding the other boy at all costs. It came down to memorizing the other's schedule over the past week and a half, and he just couldn't face the other again. Well, at least not face to face.

There was no way he could miss math. No chance Mr. MacDonald would ever let it go. So here he was, positioned at his desk, chewing on the end of a pink eraser and feeling his insides quiver. The boy with the rather brow raising tattoo wasn't that far from him, but he was concentrating, eyes stuck on his page. Those beautiful blue eyes and that horribly..

Again.

His eyes were drifting.

Stomach tightened.

What was wrong with him? He didn't WANT to visualize the boy naked after this. Didn't want to even think about the taste of his mouth and...

"Kida, would you care to answer number 14 for us?"

Head jerked, the blond obviously violently pulling himself out of a horrible little fantasy. Eyes scanned his page nervously, hands scraping through his papers and clearing his throat, squeaking out an answer that was no doubt, correct, but feeling oh-so-wrong at the same time.

Living was becoming too difficult.

Maybe he'd transfer into the easier math class.

[Sarah]

Claude's blue eyes glanced up from the test that they had been glued on to. Another F, naturally. After their last session, the one involving a pair of Superman boxers, there wasn't another. And, Claude just never asked. But, he had the feeling Mr.MacDonald would be soon.

The little blond seemed to quiver by just being in the same class as him. Claude had the feeling Kida had walked away that afternoon the same way Claude had, just a building heat in his pants to nag at him. Even now, he didn't really accept the fact.

Claude stared back down at the page, glaring at the red ink. 'See me after class', written in a fierce, yet clear, script. Not reassuring. Ha, as if Kida had ever planned on Claude's papers being free of red, marked with only a clear, bright blue inked 'A' at the top, to match Kida's. That simply wasnt possible.

And, it was looking like Kida believed it himself.

Claude just wouldn't approach the subject, seeing as it was confusing, and seemingly embarrassing for Kida. He wouldn't cause that, he wasn't that cold hearted.

Still, Claude's bright blue eyes picked up and looked to the lead of the row, where one head sat shorter than the rest. As Kida cleared his throat to begin explanation, Claude glanced down at number 14. No surprise that he'd gotten that one wrong. Especially considering he left it blank. Again, his head picked up, staring at the back of Kida's head.

Just one row over, two seats ahead. Surely not much more than the space it was from Claude's bed to where Kida had sat on that Thursday afternoon. Claude could just imagine how many steps it would take, not many. Same went for his dorm room, though he had pushed the beds as far as they would go away from each other, not resulting in much.

He didn't want to be bisexual.

He hadn't even wanted those damn tutoring lessons.

Looks like he got screwed on both ends of that deal.

[marriedinthesunx]

Claude wasn't the only one who had gotten a message on his paper. So did Kida, despite his perfect grade. He knew what was going to happen as soon as that bell rang. Boys would file out of the classroom leaving only Mr. MacDonald, Claude and himself there for a small meeting. This would have to do with the tutoring sessions, no doubt. This would be a little slice of hell. So as he sat, still flushed with color, the blond's blue eyes were caught on the clock on the left hand side of the quiet room. He was trying to will the second hand to slow, will time to freeze so he wouldn't have to face the third year again. This was just too much for him, too much for him to even begin to handle.

But of course, time stopped for no one, and certainly not for the shy fifteen year old. The bell sounded and a wave of relief seemed to overwhelm the small classroom. Chattering, loud obnoxious discussions about how that test 'killed them.' Apparently it had killed a great deal of the students within the class and anxiously, Kida was wishing his 'A+' test hadn't been scrawled in such tall letters. As if going to meet his execution, Kida picked himself up from his desk, collecting his work and organizing it for as long as he possibly could before approaching Mr.MacDonald's desk.

His eyes met the Greek boys for only a minute before their attention was turned back to a paper he was marking. He cleared his voice, "Claude, come join us," he invited, although Kida would understand if the older boy decided to decline the offer. "We need to talk about this and see if we can make some improvements."

The blond just burned with color, feeling so very insignificant.
How on earth was he supposed to tell Mr. MacDonald he didn't want to work with Claude?
How could he tell him that it couldn't work because Kida couldn't trust himself not to kiss him?

Hormones just...just took over everything!

As soon as Claude joined them, the middle aged, scruffy male began. "So what seems to be the problem you two? I was a little surprised to see a failing grade."

Kill him now God.

[Sarah]

Claude too had been watching the clock, trying to imagine some way to stop the last minute from passing. If he would have known ahead of time, he would have came before class, stuck some gum in the cogs to stop the hands. Or, better yet, ripped the clock off the wall. But, he hadnt known in time.

Still, Claude had been quick to gather his things, trying to make it out of that door. If he was just fast enough...

Too bad he wasnt invisable.

Claude internally groaned as he turned on his heel to face the teacher, and Kida of course, but he tried not to look at him for too long. "Yes sir," He mumbled, walking near. He had already balled his test into a paper wad, and had it in his pocket for easy disposal when he would walk past the trash can by the door. But, he had never made it that far, making his right pocket buldge.

With a small sigh, he made it to the desk, standing to Kida's left, but keeping his eyes only on Mr.MacDonald. Here we go..
"I guess I'm not getting it." Claude mumbled before Kida could intercept. If only a teacher would see him as 'unteachable' (A very fictional term, Claude knew it.) he could get off spot free, without tutoring all together. Just, he knew it wasnt that easy.

[marriedinthesunx]

Kida could feel the other beside him, but he wasn't about to remove his gaze from Mr. MacDonald for second. More than anything he feared that Claude might abhor him for it. For even letting his eyes wander over him since their incident. The boy appeared a bit grateful, however, when the older boy decided to speak up first. Not getting it? If only Kida could keep his head on straight maybe the other boy would be getting it. This was just far too hard to do!

"Aha," Mr. MacDonald murmured, although not sounding thoroughly convinced. His stark, almost bored gaze turned to his star pupil now, a single brow rising. "Nakita," he began. Of course teachers were going to call him by his embarrassing first name. Most adults here just didn't believe in nicknames. It honestly wasn't fair. He resisted the urge to correct his teacher. "I thought you said you could handle this?"

He shrunk, melted into the ground as that disappointed tone hit him. Arms crushed his books closer to his chest and his eyes were drilling into the floor. "Maybe it would be best if...if someone else were to teach Claude? Maybe someone a little older?" Someone with a little more self control, someone who wasn't so goddamn awkward, someone who respected personal boundaries...? Any of those people.

Instantly after saying this, however, he regretted it. He knew thought process and it appeared now that Mr. MacDonald had rounded back on Claude. "Are you making things hard for Kida, Claude?" More hard han he would ever know, the blond thought blandly, staring down at his clothed crotch. "Seriously, you can't afford to make things difficult if you plan on passing this course. So I suggest you make a huge attitude adjustment and let Kida do his work."

"Sir, that's not what I meant," the younger boy persisted, looking suddenly quite shocked. "He's been very kind."
Now that was a HUGE stretch, but it was clear that he didn't want the older boy crucified for this.

[Sarah]

Claude's eyes immediately widened as the teacher turned his gaze to Kida. First, at the name, secondly for his immediate idea that Kida hadn't been prepared.
That wasn't the case.
Claude had just been a jackass.
A very sexy jackass.

But, it had looked like Kida was holding up his own, until Mr.MacDonald misinterpreted it. Damn old man. Claude bit his lip, trying to think of what to say next, while looking away. Yeah, he was screwed. And, it didn't help him to notice Kida staring at his balls. This time, it was Claude's face that began to burn.
Shitty hormones.

Hormones ultimately screwed you up, like they did right now. When Kida mentioned that Claude had been 'very kind', he couldn't help but snort a laugh, and lifted his head to face the man. Maybe instead of being crucified..he'd be circumcised. "Sir, I have been giving Kida a hard time." He admitted blandly. May as well get it out in the open.

[marriedinthesunx]

Well, to be perfectly honest, it wasn't his BALLS per say the fifteen year old had been eyeing. But his gaze snapped away as quickly as it landed and he was back in the math classroom, getting the 'look' from Mr. MacDonald. Honestly, how much longer did he have to stay here for? This could be dealt with quickly, Claude could find a new tutor. Chances were someone else in the class would be happy to do it. Alright, that was stretching it-- Kida was the only one who would be happy to assist someone with their math homework for no reward.

The snorted laughter caused the fifteen year old to wince. Uhg, why couldn't Claude just play along? Why couldn't he pretend to be oblivious about this and just make this an easier transition? And what was that! Jaw dropped and the blond gave the older boy a rather accusing glance. He had been trying to defend him, and here he was-- trying to get himself in trouble? It seemed entirely unlikely but, to be fair, he didn't know the other quite so well. "He's being dramatic," he insisted to their teacher who was now eyeing them a little knowingly. The way the blond acted around the other boy was a little bit obvious, wasn't it?

"Well then, I suggest you stop. One more failing test and we're going to have to discuss placing you in a more appropriate math class." A nod, leaning back in his chair and giving his star pupil a half smile. "I suggest you do your work in this classroom when it comes to lessons. It's free from three twenty to five." And with that he picked himself out of his chair. "There won't be any new arrangements, I need you two to cooperate. You may leave."

Thank God. Nobody had to tell Kida twice and now he was practically racing to the door. This was all like a nightmare, wasn't it?
Claude looking sexy, acting sexy and him-- being a really awkward, geeky kid.
And the fact that tutoring was still in action?
This had trouble written all over it.

[Sarah]

Claude sighed, trying to make the roll of his blue eyes not obvious. Great. He had the 'special' math class to look for once he failed his next test.
That would just thrill his roommate.

MacDonald didnt know even half the story, nor would he ever, if all went well. He wouldnt know about how Claude had accidently taken on the perfect position to be attacked. He wouldnt know about the little blond having a crush on him. (Though, it was rather obvious.) But, he would also never know, (And, neither would Kida) how Claude had sort of liked it.

At least the new arrangements would help, but part of him didnt want them to help. Kida had created a monster that he didnt know was possible. One that was currently sexually deprived. That wasnt any fun. But, some days the arrangements wouldnt work either, seeing as Claude would grow to just skip them. The classroom was just as bad as the library, lacking privacy.
Privacy that Claude had never intended to be absolutely necessary.

[marriedinthesunx]

He had been walking pretty fast, he noted, once he had left the classroom. Feet carried him swiftly but suddenly he stilled abruptly in the hallway. This wasn't good, none of this was even resolved and if Kida was supposed to help Claude tomorrow afternoon it couldn't be awkward. Otherwise there would be no way the blond could force himself to go. He'd hide out in his room, out on the grounds, anything! As long as he could avoid the brunet. However...He couldn't quit now. Especially if it meant that if Claude's next test went down hill the other would be forced into an easier class.

A deep, cleansing was breath was taken, turning on his feet and spotting the older boy who had just parted from the classroom. His steps lagged, they were nervous but somehow he stopped, looked that boy in the eyes and managed to form some words. "Can we talk? I mean, a little more privately?" He added, knowing full well that he probably didn't want to be seen with the scrawny fifteen year old who was so golden amongst teachers alike. That sort of thing could kill a reputation, you know.

"Not for long, just...just for a moment."

A moment in which he didn't know if he'd be able to keep his hands to himself.

[Sarah]

Claude's own steps had dragged, not particularly eager to go to Social Studies. It was an okay class, but ultimately boring if you werent a historian. So, naturally, he was stopped already, even before Boy Wonder approached him. He had been debating on whether skipping the class or not. But, rather instead, he blinked, studying Kida over. He figured the little twirp would be trying to avoid him at all costs by now. "Sure?" Claude asked, blue eyes obviously confused.

This was going to be entertaining, and he meant that in the most sarcastic tone possible. He got to talk to a kid who had exchanged spit with him! Great... Would have been better if he would have known he was going to turn bisexual that day. Claude adjusted the shoulder strap on his bag, seeing as it had began to fall off his shoulder. Much easier than carrying his books around by hand, as he saw it.

"Where?" Claude asked, rather oblivious to where they could talk 'privately'. The school was crawling in administrators and students alike.

[marriedinthesunx]

The fact that the older boy had so willingly agreed to come with him startled Kida. That was much easier than he would have ever expected. "Oh," he stated, glancing nervously before offering a half smile. "Good." Not good, just...just better than having the other brush by him and completely ignore him, the blond decided. A single hand went through his hair, breathing softly before drawing his eyes to the dark room. That was only a couple feet away and nobody ever really used it this early in the afternoon. They only really needed five minutes anyhow, and five minutes of privacy was pretty much already assured.

"Um, there," he instructed, cocking his head to the direction of the dark room and starting for it. Door knob was turned quickly and he allowed the both of them inside. In hindsight, this would probably be one of the worst places to take Claude. It, after all, was a dark room and the hazy red light would only give them only a faint outline of one another. This was the equivalent of taking the older boy into a broom closet without flicking the lights on. It had make out written all over it, but luckily the fifteen year old hadn't even thought that far ahead yet.

Once they were inside the room, the blond stepped back, noting how the light from the outdoors disappeared now behind them. A sigh, suddeny realizing his foul choice and inwardly kicking himself. He could see the outline of those full lips, the shadow beneath those pretty eyes and...Focus.

"I'm sorry," he began, arms crossed tightly over his chest. "I am so sorry for kissing you. It was totally inappropriate and ..and I should have known better. I hope this doesn't...doesn't complicate this." Of course it would. It already complicated a great deal of things and...the fact that they were in a goddamn dark room together, alone?

Stupid, stupid boy.

[Sarah]

Claude had followed Kida into the room without too much hesitation, though he didnt really think of what the room truly was. But, once he was inside, his heart seemed to pick up speed. What an appropriate place to talk about an accidental make out session? Only this time, it might not be so accidental. Claude was almost prepared this time.

Taking a deep breath as Kida spoke, he looked to the floor, seeing as he could concentrate on the words itself than the boy. It was still so wrong to him. "Its fine," Claude muttered finally, wanting the situation to pass. The words were practically forced. Not that he intended them to sound forced, though they were. He just wanted the subject to pass. Had Claude really thought of it, this was a marvelous room.

Had he allowed himself to look up, he would have seen why. Though it was just outline, the smaller boy's appearance seemed more appealing, though it already was in full lighting. Claude just never allowed himself to think of it as so. Before, Kida was just some twirpy know it all kid. Which, was basically the same, but more complicated than before. And, when Kida had even brought complications up, Claude couldnt help himself.

A small snort was issued again, the same way it had been in the classroom, a cruel smirk coming to his lips. He didnt want to pick on Kida, not today. But, he couldnt help the sarcasm. "Yeah, I hope it doesnt complicate things either," He mumbled, relaxing against a wall. He allowed himself the liberty to look up, and wish he hadnt.

How could this god damn boy cause this?! For him to become uncomfortable?! Dammit, dammit. Claude fidgeted slightly, hating himself rather much.

[marriedinthesunx]

It's fine? God, that was the worst line ever! People who said they were fine were rarely ever 'fine.' They were generally just barely holding on, or completely and utterly in a wreck. So needless to say that response didn't do all that much to soothe the younger boy. A deep breath followed, hands shifting from across his chest and instead running his fingers against his temples, soothing the head ache that was tempted to gather. He was in here apologizing for jumping the other boy but yet this room seemed to emphasize the need to repeat the offense. To root his fingers in that silky hair and crush his mouth to Claude's. The imagery was already starting to stir in his pants. Uhg. Not again.

Think clearly.

"It's complicated things, hasn't it?" He said rather timidly now, voice sounding a bit grave. For Kida, it had. There was no way he was going to be able to tutor Claude without thinking about him naked. Perhaps just getting this all out of his system, he could just get back to work. Maybe just..make out with the other for a bit until it all went away. Fifteen and frisky, what on earth would one expect. "And I really want to kiss you," defeated. Not even embarrassed to say so, more so disappointed in himself. Such a confession would normally never come out of his mouth but....Things were different when you were in a dark room.

Think clearly? Pah.

[Sarah]

So, if that kind of confession wasnt embarrassing for Kida, it shouldnt be for Claude, right? Yes, he shouldnt have, but had to admit it was awkward. Half of him agreed with Kida as far as that went, (The half that was trapped in his pants.) while the other half disagreed whole heartedly. (The half with the dark brown locks.) Oh, the temptation!

"Uh.." Again, a hand reached up to his neck. Stupid nervous habits. So hard to break. What could he say? 'Then kiss me, fool'? 'Fuck off'? No, he couldnt say the last one, especially. Mainly because he actually kinda did want to fuck him... Those legs hidden by the uniform slacks had to be something to look at..a gymnast for crying out loud! Boyish charm affecting his facial appearance, round cheeks, full lips...no! No! This wasnt right..not at all.

"Fuck," Claude sighed, his head resting on the back of his neck, and his hand repositioning itself into his hair. Why was this so confusing?! "This is so fucking confusing.." He muttered, mainly to himself. Yes, this had definately complicated things. He was supposed to hate the guy! He laughed cruelly, a kind of laugh that would occur when someone was overly stressed, the same way Claude had laughed at his own stupidity upon recieving his failing test earlier that day. "You're a piece of work, Kiddo." He mumbled, not facing him.

[marriedinthesunx]

The blond was so inexperienced, so completely unsure as to what was acceptable and what wasn't. Normally people just had the instinct-- but not Kida, not the fifteen year old bundle of nerves. The mere thought that Claude might want him, might want him more for something a bit more extreme than an erection-inducing make out session would shock him. Absolutely shift his world because nobody, he had thought, would ever want much to do with him anyhow.

He had been bold without even knowing it, and the reaction he got from the brunet was a little shifty. Even in the dark it was as if he could see Claude's thought process. Those eyes that he couldn't quite recognize in this light seeming seriously concerned, and seriously trying to sort things out. Confusing? A sigh, a trembling shudder, left his lips now, taking a hesitant step forward, approaching the older boy and meeting him head on. "It doesn't have to be so confusing," he offered quietly, fingers now resting against a firm chest and briefly admiring the buttons on his shirt.

White and Silver. This was most definitely going to be a bit of a taboo.

A piece of work? The scorn in his voice was a bit misleading, but the blond was beginning to think he was picking up more on the other boy by this point. One hand rose from that chest, instead rising to cradle Claude's jaw, encouraging to look him in the eye. "You have no idea," he ventured so far to say, a little bit pleased with the brunet's last comment. But before a response could even be mustered on Caude's part, that mouth swooped back down, collecting a rather gentle, sweet, and almost innocent kiss from those pretty lips.

Yes, he was trying to seduce a third year. This was certainly a sign as to how the rest of the year would go. He would certainly get a reputation for this.

Not to mention, that mouth was just as sweet as he remembered it to be.