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Post by saintsergio on Jun 26, 2009 23:02:37 GMT 9
Ah, so he'd made the student highly comfortable. That was weird. Most students would say yes to being a model for him. Then again, most of those were females. He knew nothing of the younger boy, other than he had the most perfect muscles to start drawing. As Matt turned back to him, Shingo stared him down, those dark blue eyes completely serious and a little disappointed. He really wasn't sure the boy would have said yes anyway.
"If you're to uncomfortable, we could do it somewhere more private. We could go to my apartment. Though..." he was thinking now. That was bit of a mess, wasn't it? Whatever.
As for pictures? "Pictures flatten the shadows. It's best, if you can, to draw from a figure, a model. If you do not wish too, that's alright. Merely a whim." He gave a tiny little smile and moved away, back to the boxes they'd brought in. Shingo's black hair fell into his eyes and spilled over his shoulders as he worked to filter through the boxes. The teacher didn't even know where to put any of this.
Could Matt have sensed that he was gay? He knew some students had a gay-dar, but he'd hoped none of the students here would pick up on it this soon. Brows furrowing, he bit down on his lip in a worrisome expression and worried his lip between this teeth. Matt was beautiful, to Shingo. Artistically and as a person. He'd never seen someone quite like him. Most Japanese tended to have the same face or the same hair, but something about him... It just stood out. And Shingo had wanted to capture it. The usually uncaring teacher wanted this boy like he'd wanted the relationship that got him kicked out of his last school.
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Post by hanyou on Jun 27, 2009 16:36:24 GMT 9
"I didn't know pictures could do that," Matt murmured. He shrugged his shoulders uncertainly and studied the statue longer. He didn't know what to make of it, how to describe it to himself. It was odd. But he wanted to know how Shingo-sensei saw the statue, something he called art, something he considered to be good art, in it's own way.
He followed the teacher moving around the classroom with his eyes and finally, addressed the issue. "I... I have a lot of scars," Matt mumbled. "They aren't that interesting." He was looking around the classroom, trying to find something to do that would cover his uncertainty, his nerves before he agreed to it. It was only fair that he told the other man the truth about what his body looked like. He couldn't let Shingo-sensei think that he had good muscles and surprise him with scarred skin. "You won't... you won't use my name or something like that, would you?" he asked softly.
He stepped up to the desk and watched Shingo-sensei move his hands idly and sighed lightly before he answered, "If you don't get mad about stuff you see, that might be against the rules here, then I think it would be okay, as long as it was in private."
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Post by saintsergio on Jun 30, 2009 7:55:47 GMT 9
So the kid had scars that he wasn't proud of? Everyone had a few things about themselves they hated. With a nod, his fingers twitched; he wanted to touch those scars; feel them. He had a few himself, on his hands, but they were from art. Shingo didn't care how others thought of them.
"Everyone has one or two things they don't like," he murmured, patting Matt's head affectionately before blinking and stopping himself. "I wouldn't use your name, not even your face would be clear in the picture. No one will see these anyway. They would be for my private collection. As for your scars.. I do not think they're ugly; scars. They add to skin, if anything. Give me something to play around with. And on your back?" Shingo licked his lips. How to say he wanted to see them without actually saying it and being perverted about it? Though, few thoughts did float into his head. Licking the delicate scars, tracing them with his fingers. But he shouldn't be having those about a student! That's one of the reasons he lost his old job!
Shaking those thoughts from his head, the teacher pulled Matt in for a brief moment, studying his face; fingers capturing his chin, tilting it up slightly, putting their faces inches together. "Your eyes catch light well.."
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Post by hanyou on Jul 7, 2009 6:07:51 GMT 9
Matt shivered at the closeness of the man behind him. The sensei was awful close for having just met him. He wouldn't have cared so much if he hadn't been so nervous. Now it was hard to control the urge to run. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. He wasn't supposed to be scared of a thin little man who practiced art for a living. It wasn't fair. He didn't want to deal with this, not right now, not really. He needed to get his body and his hectic emotions back under control again. He couldn't let himself play around like this, he couldn't let his body be teased like this. It wasn't fair. Shingo-sensei was so much older than him, so much more experienced probably and Matt had just been trying to be friendly.
Matt closed his eyes and looked up, letting his eyes wander the teacher's face. It was handsome, that he wouldn't deny, but it was hard to make himself understand what was going on. It seemed like there was something more than what was being said was going on. He didn't want to think about going to the sensei's house and taking his shirt off, didn't want to think about modeling for him, for his private collection. But he couldn't stop the rush of attraction that poured through him at the very idea of it all. It was something intoxicating and enthralling. He nodded his head slowly and closed the inches between them, pressing lips together and waited for the explosion that was sure to come.
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Post by saintsergio on Jul 7, 2009 6:33:33 GMT 9
He'd seen how uncomfortable the boy was, once again. Saw the looks flashing through his eyes, the thoughts going through his mind. And as God as his witness, he wanted to do so much more with this boy than to model. He wanted, God, he wanted something to happen between them.
And then it did. Those lips were against his own and Shingo closed his eyes and leaned into it, his hands sliding into the other's hair on instinct. He shouldn't be doing this. This is how Shingo got fired from his last job, starting up a relationship with a student. But this really wasn't a relationship, was it? It was a single kiss. Something consensual and beautiful. How he wished he could paint this moment. The elder let his tongue skim the student's bottom lip before he drew back, flushed, brows furrowed, eyes glazing. He wanted something even more than this. It was obvious. But did Matt?
Words escaped him right now. He didn't know what to say if he could talk.
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Post by hanyou on Jul 9, 2009 6:27:04 GMT 9
"Um..." Matt muttered unintelligently. He blushed furiously and backed away from the older man. He wasn't really embarrassed that he'd kissed the teacher, more that he'd allowed himself to be swept away by the rush of emtions that had taken him over at the mere proximity of the other. He couldn't believe that he'd been allowed to move through things, that he'd been allowed to kiss the teacher and what was more: that the teacher had kissed him back! That was the most shocking about the whole situation. He hadn't expected a response.
He licked his lips and his hand rose without permission to press against them, and he bowed his head before he turned away. He had already shown such weakness to his sensei. "Excuse me sensei," he murmured uncertainly. "I... Class." He offered a small smile before turning and practically fleeing from the room. He couldn't believe that he'd been allowed to kiss the teacher, that the teacher had kissed him in return! He hadn't expected that, and it had pleased him, even while it had scared him.
His father was going to kill him!
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Post by saintsergio on Jul 9, 2009 7:11:08 GMT 9
He nodded to the student and let him go, knowing full well that was going to happen. Shingo was probably going to lose his job now because of it, and he frowned. He couldn't keep doing this. Letting out a noise in the back of his throat, the teacher sank into his chair and put his head on the desk, just sighing.
It was a good kiss that made Shingo wonder where Matt learned how to kiss. He licked his own lips and looked up at his unprepared classroom. Good thing he didn't have a class until later that morning. He'd need it to get himself together.
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Post by hanyou on Jul 14, 2009 23:02:32 GMT 9
Matt was walking slowly down the hall, trying not to think about the fact that he'd just kissed a teacher, that he'd been hit on by a teacher, that he was considering seriously modeling shirtless for the teacher. He knew that he could get in trouble for things like that, it happened all the time in the States. And he didn't want Shingo-sensei to go to jail for something that happened between them. Nothing had, really. If anything, it was all Matt's fault...
He stopped abruptly. He realized he didn't know when Shingo-sensei had classes or not, and he didn't know when, or if he would be asked to pose for the teacher either. After what had just happened, and Shingo-sensei hadn't acted like it disgusted him, Matt didn't know if Shingo-sensei still wanted to draw him. He turned on his heel and raced back toward the classroom.
He stopped outside the door and leaned in. He was surprised to see him sitting there absentmindedly and blurted out, rather inelegantly; "I'm... I'm free after school and track if you still want to draw me."
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Post by saintsergio on Jul 14, 2009 23:09:20 GMT 9
He'd just been thinking about how he'd managed to scare off a wonderful model by answering a kiss the model had started. Thin hands were playing with his hair, plaiting it as he stared at some of the paintings. Somehow, this... seemed like a fun year already. Even if he'd just damned his job before even starting it.
A frown was on his lips by the time Matt had come back, pursed as well. Looking up at the abrupt voice, he blinked and watched Matt with a happy nod. "Come to this room after your activities. We'll.... go to my apartment. I've everything I need there," he said, voice calm and collected. Americans were so bold; just like half his own family. No one knew of Shingo's past, how he got his blue eyes, but many people assumed. There assumptions were only half wrong.
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Post by hanyou on Jul 18, 2009 1:38:54 GMT 9
Matt nodded his understanding and turned on his heel and fled. He had what he needed from the teacher, and he couldn't stand there any longer. He was embarrassed by his behavior. Obviously, Shingo-sensei didn't care too much about it, but what if he had? What if he was irritated with Matt for behaving like that, like an American? He shook his head. Surely the sensei would have said something about it before he'd invited him over to the apartment to draw.
He felt dazed as he sat through his classes, only half-listening to the lectures, not really paying any attention at all to the students around him, or the teachers who spoke. He didn't pay attention to any of the students around him. And the only time that he forced himself to focus on anything, was during track. He forced hismelf to focus. Distraction during track could lead to injury, and he didn't want to get hurt. He stretched carefully and watched the other students running through around the track. He was trying to clear his mind, to take it off of what he'd done. He couldn't let the sensei know he was looking forward to seeing him in the afternoon.
He didn't bother trying to change out of his work-out clothes before he went to see Shingo-sensei. He wanted to know what they were going to do, he wanted to know what the picture was going to look like, when Shingo-sensei was done. He was curious about the process of making the picture, how Shingo-sensei did it. He wanted to know what the sensei meant when he said it was a learned process, when it was a physical task that he had to train for.
He held his head straight when he came to the art classroom. He was nervous, but excited at the same time. He hadn't been able to make a lot of friends in Japan yet, and he was curious about how Shingo-sensei would react to the scars on his back, and the tattoo. He licked his lips and knocked as he slid the door open and stepped into the room. "All done, Shingo-sensei," he smiled.
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Post by saintsergio on Jul 23, 2009 12:45:36 GMT 9
Unlike the American youth, Shingo had the patience and skill to know how to handle situations such as this. He taught his classes as he would teach any others and showed little emotions as he usually did. That's why some of his students called him scary or unnerving. His blue eyes always looked the same despite the tone he might use with a student, though his voice always carried the tone of uncaring even when disciplining. Was it so wrong to not want to get attached to one of these student, but want to get attached to some one else?
In all honesty, Shingo didn't know what to think of Matt, at the moment. He knew Matt had a good body for drawing, and the kiss.... Well, the kiss had been so unexpected, but the teen tasted so good. Too good, in fact. He wanted to think about it during his classes, his breaks, but he knew that would be far to danderous a thing to do. Especially when he was still getting settled into the flow of things.
When lunch came, Shingo half-expected Matt to find him for some reason. The teacher didn't get his hopes up, and wasn't disappointed when the youth didn't show up. He probably ate with his football buddies, or whatever sport he was in. Shingo couldn't remember, honestly. It wasn't his department, so whatever.
He was cleaning up the classroom when Matt found him, hunched over, sweeping dust into a dustpan, hair over his shoulder, trailing to the now clean floor. His head turned as he heard that voice and gave a curt nod as he dumped the contents of the pain into a trashcan and put the can by the door. "Just a moment, Matt-chan. I've to get my bags and papers." Yes, art papers to grade tonight once he was finished drawing Matt. Oh, the joys of being a lowly teacher.
He grabbed his bag and his coat, stuffed the papers into the back and walked back to the door, flicking the lights off. "Follow me to my car and we'll be on the way." Brushing by the boy, his arm going across the boy's chest, Shingo made his way out the room and into the hall, heading towards the double doors of 'freedom', as students put it. Not once did he glance back to see if Matt was following. If he wanted to chicken out, now would be the time.
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Post by hanyou on Aug 19, 2009 22:59:49 GMT 9
Matt enjoyed watching the sensei's lithe form as he moved around the classroom, the final touches before he left for the day. There was so much involved in being a teacher, Matt hadn't realized how much went on after school was finished until he'd moved to Japan. He'd noticed the teachers stayed longer, taught more. There was a determination to end ignorance in Japan and the teachers were the most instrumental in that, or so it seemed to Matt. He liked the sensei's hair, the long black braid that he'd put it in. It was pretty, that was an odd way to describe it, but it seemed like the best word. He shrugged to himself and looked away, nervously.
Matt-chan though? Seriously? He was in high school, he wasn't even completely Japanese, he'd never been called Matt-chan before. Not even growing up by his father. His father had always just called him Matt. Nothing else. He hadn't bothered to add anything onto his name, preferring to just call his son by his name, as the American's did around him. He hadn't wanted to add to his son's confusion growing up. If he had to call him anything, he'd prefer for the sensei to just call him Matt, something more familiar. Especially if he was going to be taking his shirt off in private for him. Adding the -chan made it seem like he was trying to push Matt away. He didn't say anything though, he let it go because it wasn't that important. He could say something about it later, when they got to the sensei's house, or if he used it again. How childish he felt though!
He shivered as the sensei strode past him, his arm sliding across his chest easily. He didn't know what it was about the sensei that caused such reactions, but he knew that he needed to figure out what he could do to stop them. He supposed he would think about that one woman who'd tried to sleep with him even though he'd told her it was a useless experiment. She was convinced it was because he hadn't experienced a good time with a real woman, rather than the fact that soft curves did nothing for him. His teammates, disgusting as they were, had been more attractive than she had been. At least it would keep physical reactions to a minimum.
Although, he wasn't sure how long he would be there once Shingo-sensei saw his tattoo. He followed the art teacher blindly as he pulled his cell out and wrote his father quickly. His father needed to know where he was, for safety at least.
"Where do you live, sensei?" he hazarded.
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Post by saintsergio on Aug 21, 2009 9:13:55 GMT 9
"In a small apartment building," the teacher replied simply, unlocking his little car. It was beat up looking, like it had gotten plenty of mileage before Shingo actually bought the thing. Truth was, he bought the car when it was new a few years ago. Shingo just actually did put miles on it and had been in a few fender benders and minor accidents. Not like he'd tell the kid that.
Getting in, he started the A/C before shutting his door, hoping it would blast out the hot air to be replaced with the wonderful cold. It worked. Buckling up and turning the car on all the way, he waited for the kid to follow him in suit to get in and buckle up. "It's not far from the school. I'll probably be walking tomorrow. I just had so much to bring to the room today." It was a perfectly good excuse, rather than him just being lazy like he really was.
Before he pulled out, though, Shingo took his hair down and massaged his scalp, sighing roughly. He hated putting it up that long; it always gave him such a headache. He knew it would be a bad idea to take it down in the car, seeing how it would get tangled and he'd have to brush it when he got home, but whatever. It felt better this way. "I will drive you home afterward, if you want."
With that, the man took off for his home, ready for this experiment.
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