Ash took his time getting ready in the morning. It was only a Saturday so he didn't have to do anything that day.

He sighed a bit. That meant he wouldn't be able to see Gary...

He felt his face heat up after realizing what he had just thought and promptly slapped himself.
It's not like their relationship had changed that much over night.
Well that was a lie; they had admitted their feelings and done normal... things that lovers do.
Just not anything major like sex.
Ash had finally been able to convince Gary to let him go to his dorm and finish his homework that was 'due in class tomorrow'.
Funny how he didn't realize the next day was Saturday until the boy had already run half-way down the corridor.
Ash pushed the door open and headed down the hall to the cafeteria. 'Might as well get some breakfast,' he thought to himself.

'Hm, Ashy Boy's late...' Gary thought, looking bored as he planned lessons for the day (at the last minute). By now, most students were already in the classroom.

Down the hallway, Ash was well over sprinting to class as he gave himself an internal lecture about ignoring his alarm clock. He skidded into the room, just as the bell started to ring and fell into his seat, exhausted.

A smile tugged at the corners of Gary's mouth and he set down his pen before he got up from his seat to write the daily warm-up on the board.
"Why're you so late?" Brock whispered to Ash.

"Ughh... my alarm..." he panted out, too tired to even finish his excuse.

"Be quiet back there, Ash-... Mr. Ketchum."
A few of the students stared at Ash with weird looks on their faces, others murmured to one another. Brock was one of the ones giving Ash a weird look.

"Heh...?" The boy smiled awkwardly and tried to weakly laugh it off.

Ash stabbed a fork in his burger and looked it over before stuffing it in his mouth.
"Ash, what the hell are you doing??" Misty questioned as she watched the boy munch on the forked sandwich.
"Eating," he responded bluntly.

"Ash, you've been acting really weird lately," Brock commented, swallowing a bite of his own sandwich. "Is there something you're not telling us...?"

Ash felt a cold sweat gather at the back of his neck, "No..." he stuffed a fistful of fries in his mouth as an excuse to not talk.
Misty gave him a skeptical look, "You sure?"
The boy nodded and as soon as the bell rang rushed out of the area.

Brock quickly finished his food and stood up. "It feels like he doesn't trust us or something..." he said sadly, gathering his belongings.

Misty sighed, "Don't worry. It'll get better..." she doubted her own words as she dumped her tray and headed to class.

When Ash slid into the algebra room, he was surprised when he didn't see Gary at his desk, "Where could he be?" he mumbled to himself as he set down his books. He glanced over at the large desk once more.
'What does he keep in there... ?'
He curiously stepped behind the table and opened one of the drawers. Normal supplies spilled out; pens, pencils, and a calculator or two.
Without even thinking about it, Ash started shifting through Gary's belongings.

After a few minutes, Gary entered the classroom (he had been in the bathroom) and stopped in the in front of the doorway when he saw Ash rummaging through his things. "...can I help you with something?"

The boy jumped slightly at the voice, "Uh, no I'm just uh... looking for your little black notebook*..." Ash wondered what had possessed him to say that as he hurriedly closed the drawer.

Gary raised an eyebrow. "And why would you think I'd have one of those?" he questioned as he slowly walked towards the younger boy.

"No idea," Ash stated truthfully.

"Mmhm~" Gary hummed, taking out a handkerchief. "Snooping little boys must be punished..."

"What do you mean?" Ash questioned.

Without warning, Gary reached behind the boy and securely tied his wrists together, grinning all the while. "What do you think?" he breathed hot on his face.

"A-ahh!! W-what're you doing?!" Ash blushed brightly.

"Punishing a naughty boy," Gary told him innocently before starting to trail his tongue along Ash's neck.

"G-Gary!" he tried fruitlessly to free himself from the cloth that bound him.

"Yes?" Gary chuckled, bringing his lips up to meet Ash's.

"Let me... mmnng... go..." he struggled once more as if to prove his point.

Gary pulled away slightly to look at him. "Mmhm... I thought you liked me..."

"What does that have to do with anything?!" Ash questioned frustrated at the confusing man.

Gary lightly nibbled on his neck. "You always tell me 'nooo stop!'" he said, mocking Ash's voice.
"But you seem to like it when I do this..." He pressed his lips forcefully against the boy's as if to prove his point. "So I don't know why you're being so... contradictory~"

The boy panted lightly after Gary broke their contact, "I am... not..." he huffed.

Gary chuckled and slid his tongue up Ash's neck. He slowly untied his wrists, then pulled away completely. "Well... suit yourself."

Ash rubbed his wrists gingerly as he turned toward the man, "What?"

"You wanted me to stop, didn't you?" Gary asked innocently, stuffing the handkerchief back into his pocket.

"Yea but-- but I didn't... I mean...." Ash's face shined a bright red at the awkward conversation.

Gary smiled ever so slightly. "What was that? I couldn't hear you..."

"I… I... I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!!!" And with that, Ash, cherry-faced, stormed out the room.

"...silly boy..."


"How come you're so early today?" Gary yawned, his eyes following Ash as the boy shuffled drowsily into his classroom.

Ash blushed, "No reason..."

A small smile played on the teacher's lips as he faced Ash, opening up his arms invitingly. No one else was in the room, and no one would be for another ten minutes or so...

The boy slowly, cautiously, led himself in front of the older man where he stood silently, blood burning up to his ears.

Gary tilted his head slightly to the side, a look of mock innocence appearing on his face. "Something wrong, Ashy Boy?"

"Shut up!" he growled, finding the tiles underfoot extremely interesting.

Gary slowly crossed his arms, his expression hardening a little. He couldn't help but be kind of frustrated with Ash since the boy had declared his love for him and still denied so much as a hug.
"Look, did I do something to make you mad at me?" he asked quietly.

"N-No! But do you have to act so… embarrassing?" he muttered quietly.

"...embarrassing? I'm embarrassing?" Now this sure as hell never crossed his mind. "But there's no one around....."

"Yeah, but the things you say, and the stuff you do to me..." Ash trailed off, stupidly. 'Hi mister floor. I feel like an idiot, can I crawl underneath you?'

Gary's expression went from surprised to crestfallen. "...alright... then I won't touch you anymore..." With that said, the man turned back to his desk to continue planning lessons like he had been before.

"That's not what I meant!" Ash yelled accidentally, covering his mouth uselessly after the words had spilled out.
He sighed and removed his hands, "I don't mean that... Well it's not that... that I don't exactly not want you to touch me..."

Gary glanced over at him again. "So you do like it when I touch you..." He smirked triumphantly. "Then why do your words always contradict what you want?"

Ash thought it best to stay silent as he watched a tiny ladybug crawl across his shoelaces.

Gary continued to look at him expectantly. "Tell me... Pleeease?"

Ash shook his head furiously, "I don't know why!"

"Well then I guess I'll-"
"Hey Ash-...oh, am I interrupting something?" Brock stood in the doorway of the classroom with a few other students behind him, all giving Gary and Ash weird looks.

Ash looked up, red faced, but paled as he saw the group of students behind Brock, "U-uhh... N-not a thing! Hey, Brock!" Ash managed, his mouth going completely dry.

Without a word, Gary turned back to his desk and started scribbling furiously in his, what seemed to be, lesson planning booklet.
Brock and the others exchanged glances before hesitantly entering the classroom, slowly forming small groups and whispering amongst one another.
"...did something happen?" Brock asked Ash quietly, looking very confused and slightly concerned.

"Ga- Mr. Oak and I were just talking over.... t-tutoring plans!" Ash said lamely before he flashed to his seat, grabbing a book and giving it all his attention.

Gary snorted a little, though soon regained his calm composure.
"Mm, I see..." Brock nodded slowly, sitting down in his seat.

Ash glared at Gary momentarily, before returning to his book.

The day went by surprisingly quickly, though the only downfall was the homework and projects that were being piled on the poor students. Though giving students mounds of homework amused Gary quite a bit; seeing them whine and complain at each assignment given... what a sadistic man...
Before long, it came time for Ash to serve his daily detention.

The black haired boy walked into the classroom, dropping his bag near the door as he stepped into a seat in front of his instructor, "Hey Gary, oh and by the way thanks a ton for the massive pile of homework today," he hissed sarcastically.

"You're very welcome~" Gary replied in a sugar-coated voice. He ruffled Ash's hair and then hugged him close, sighing softly. "You know, I can give you A's for your homework without you having to do it if you, well, do a little something for me."

'That's cheating!!' Ash's conscience nagged, but he pushed it to the back of his mind, "Like what?" He questioned innocently, looking up to see the man's face.

"I want to see you in your cheerleading uniform!" Gary purred, pecking Ash on the cheek. "You still haven't let me see you in it..."

Ash blushed, it was true he had been sneaking off to his cheerleading practices without telling Gary for that very reason. He thought on it for a moment. All he had to do was wear it once, right? Then his grades would raise and he could quit the stupid team!
"...Promise to change my grades?" Ash asked hesitantly. Regardless of all the positives, he still did not want to show Gary.

Gary grin widened. "Mm, I promise," he told him, releasing him from the hug. A look of accomplishment showed on the teacher's face.

Ash stepped out of his seat, questioning himself as he left momentarily to grab his uniform which was conveniently placed inside his book bag. He picked it up and stared at it for a second before turning back to Gary, "Where am I supposed to change?" he regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth.

"Oh, right here's fine," Gary told him, obviously enjoying every minute of this. "Want me to help?"

"You know on second thought, I think I'll change in the bathroom," the boy said as he reached for the door handle.

Gary crossed his arms with a huff. "Fine... you're no fun..."

Ash returned a few minutes later, slipping through the door, happy that no one had seen him in his uniform. He clutched his jeans and T-shirt to his body, amazingly managing to cover the majority of the outfit, as he turned toward Gary.

"My little Ashy Boy looks so adorable!" Gary cooed, rushing over to glomp him again. "Oh, hm, maybe the skirt will have to be hemmed..." He lifted the boy's skirt slightly.

"Eeep!" Ash squeaked and slapped the man's hand away, "Ok, you've seen it, now can I get changed, I hate this thing..." he tugged at the bottom of his skirt, glaring dangerously at the frilly object.

"Aw, don't be like that..." Gary leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ash's neck. "The fun's just beginning..."

"What are you implying?!" Ash could feel Gary smirk against his collar bone.

Gary's hand slid up the boy's bare thigh. "Oh, nothing~"

"A-Ahh!" Ash yelled as he accidentally banged his chin into Gary's forehead in surprise.

"Ouch!" Gary stumbled backwards, rubbing his wounded chin. "Hey, what'd you do that for?"

'It was an accident!' "What'd you do that for?!" close enough.

"It's just 'cause I love you..." Gary pouted, trudging back to his desk.

Ash blushed a whole new shade of red. He loves me?? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts before covering his bare legs with new passion, "Molestation isn't love!"

Gary's pout deepened and he plopped down in his spinney chair. "Well that's how I show my affection. What else am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, I've never done this before! But I'm pretty sure that's not right."

"...aw, lighten up! You don't dislike it, do you?"

"...no..." he mumbled, making it hardly audible.

"...I knew it," he smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Which brings up the question that I asked before. The one you never answered. Why do your words and actions always contradict what you want?"

"Because shut up," Ash said firmly, refusing to answer the embarrassing question.

"Fine! Then I'm not touching you or talking to you if you don't want to answer me," Gary said just as firmly, childishly clinging to the subject and refusing to drop it.

"Ha! I don't care," Ash hissed angrily at the man's immaturity.

By now the teacher had his back to Ash, waving his hand dismissively. "Alright, in that case, don't even bother coming to detentions anymore! You can go now, Ash."

Without another word, Ash stormed out the room, slamming the door after him.

*about the little black notebook thing, basically it's supposed to be something players have where they write a shitload of girls' names and addresses