This would just be a short drabble, but somehow it turned into a chapter story. I just needed to get this out of my head. The next chapters will probably not be much longer than this one. I don't know how many chapters this thing will have, but I'm not planning on making it really long, since I'm also working on another chapter fic with these two.
In a AU highschool setting, I just like the idea of Netherlands being a sports teacher, I don't know why.
I hope you'll enjoy reading this~
The sound of running footsteps filled the room, sport shoes making the occasional squeak against the floor. The group students were at their 8th lap around the room. Only 7 more to go. Matthew was already breathing heavily, not wanting to run any further, though he kept going. His attention was drawn to the man standing on the other side of the room. He was tall, intimidating and he was their teacher. It was impossible for the blond to keep his eyes off of him. The past few weeks he had become interested in him. Very interested. So interested that whenever he had sports class, he found himself unable to stop staring at the man.
He didn't expect the older man to return his stare however. So when their eyes met Matthew's breath was caught in his throat. Just a small gasp came out. The insecure blond momentarily lost control of his body and tripped over his own feet, landing face first on the floor. He didn't think someone had noticed his failure, since everybody just ran past him. But he could still feel the teacher's eyes burning holes into his back. Matthew quickly got up and resumed his running. He let his bangs fall into his face so nobody would be able to see his face, where an angry blush had settled on his cheeks.
When the running was done, Mr. van Rijn started to explain the next part of the lesson. Matthew wasn't really paying attention. He was facing the floor, still embarrassed by his fall. Though occasionally he took a glance at the man standing in front of the group of students.
"Williams!" Matthew's head snapped up in surprise as he heard his last name being called. Partly because he hadn't been expecting his name to be called out, partly because nobody could ever remember his last name. People even had trouble with his first name. He looked the teacher in the eye. "Since you don't think it's necessary to pay attention in my lesson, you can stay afterwards to help me clean up."
When everybody went to get changed, Matthew stayed in the sport hall like he was told. It didn't take very long to clean everything up. Matthew picked up the last of the cones they had used during the lesson and walked to the storage room where he had to put them away. He was followed by his teacher, who was carrying some other things. Matthew refrained from looking at him to much. Staring from across the room when the man didn't notice it, that he could do. But when they were close together like this…
Matthew shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. Though when he put down the cones against a wall, he heard some things crashing down behind him. Before Matthew could turn around to see what had caused the noise, he was being pressed against the wall in front of him. He could feel a tall, strong body pressing against him from behind. Matthew's face flushed red instantly. Apparently his teacher had dropped whatever he was holding in favour of capturing the blond boy.
Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He swallowed hard and tried again. "S-sir…?" He managed.
"Don't think I haven't noticed your staring." A warm breath tickled his neck as the surprisingly soft voice reached his ears. Matthew felt large hands slide down his sides, coming to rest on his ass. His eyes fluttered closed and he made a noise as he felt the hands squeezing a bit.
He was waiting for more when he heard a curse behind him. The next thing he knew the body behind him was gone and he could move freely again. Both disappointment and confusion washed over the boy as he looked around. His teacher was gone. As he looked around, he just saw the door of the storage room close.
Matthew leaned against the wall. Though his knees had turned into jelly, so he let himself sink down onto the floor. To say the boy was confused would be an understatement.
What the hell just happened?