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Post by saintsergio on Jun 8, 2009 5:07:09 GMT 9
Walking in, one finds this apartment spotless. Almost as if no one lives here. However, upon looking into the kitchen, the signs of life are there. A single dirty coffee cup set u by the coffee pot that's still on. There's a few dishes in the sink, and a few more in the drain, mostly cups.
The sink is splattered with all sorts of paint that's stained and cracked.
Walking through the living room, to the hallway, one would notice pictures on the wall. All of which were drawn or painted, no photographs.
The first door on the left is a very messy looking room. Here is where Shingo's usually found. Panting, drawing, sketching, sleeping. It's his personal sanctuary.
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Post by saintsergio on Sept 11, 2009 2:06:34 GMT 9
He pulled up to his apartment building and sighed heavily, glancing at it. Of course the blue eyed teacher knew what laid in waiting beyond his door. A nearly complete gilded apartment until one got to his workroom. Which is where they'd be doing this. Shingo sighed heavily and looked to his new ward before smiling.
"Home," was all he said before he took his keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. not bothering to look over his shoulder, he walked into the building without any words being spoken to the doorman and moved down the hall to his apartment. That was the beauty of living on the first floor. He could get in and out of his apartment quickly without having to worry about stairs or the elevator. Oddly enough, the first floor was the quietest. Or so he'd been told.
He unlocked the door labeled 1B and pushed the door open. When inside, he took his jacket off and dropped it on the brand new looking couch and looked back towards the door, waiting for his student.
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Post by hanyou on Sept 25, 2009 9:11:12 GMT 9
Matt swallowed the nerves down and entered the apartment building. It was hard to imagine that somebody like this art teacher could seriously exist. The apartment was completely different from anything that he'd ever imagined, and it was a complete 180 from the one he shared with his father. There were no trophies celebrating triumph in some competition, no awards celebrating the life the owner lived. There were pictures: beautiful and abstract and incredibly interesting to contemplate, but that was it. The apartment was rather dull, it was practically a place for simply nothing more than sleep.
"This is your apartment?" Matt asked quietly, trying to look like it was pleasing, but he didn't think he would be able to do so. It was... it needed something.
He set his bag down beside the couch, following the teacher's example. And stood a little nervously. "What... how do you want to do it?"
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Post by saintsergio on Sept 25, 2009 10:39:56 GMT 9
"I use it for sleep," he said, looking to the child and then back at the apartment with a bit of a shrug. It was cold, almost not lived in. If Shingo could help it, he never actually used this part. Giving a listless smile, the long haired man started undoing his shirt and loosening his tie to get comfortable, walking towards the kitchen. He'd slipped off his shoes soundlessly before hand and walked just like that; no noise unless one listened to the whisper of fabric running together.
How did he want to do this? "First.... relax. Do you drink coffee?" He had no idea if the other student did or not, but Shingo always had a cup of coffee when he came home from work. Briefcase was discarded on a random counter top; the papers wouldn't' take long for him to grade, so he wouldn't bother with it now. Without really waiting for a reply, Shingo started making a whole pot of coffee and got down two cups. "Ah.. Matt-chan, can you make sure the door's locked? All three locks." There was a chain, a bolt lock and the regular doorknob lock. Shingo was paranoid about people coming in and out of his apartment.
Once the coffee was done, he served it at the kitchen table and got out the sugar and cream for Matt to make his own. Sitting down in the chair, his fingers deftly worked through his hair untangling it, taking it down and massaging his scalp. Hair was so heavy...
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Post by hanyou on Sept 26, 2009 8:41:10 GMT 9
Matt turned and turned the locks. It would have been easy to say that Shingo-sensei was paranoid, or he was really determined to protect something that he considered precious. Either way, it was kind of weird. Matt didn't care though, some places in Japan didn't bother to lock the doors, some did. Shingo-sensei was of the persuasion that doors needed to be locked. He slid his shoes off and took a steadying breath before he went to the kitchen with the other man.
Relax. Yeah, that would be easy, wouldn't it? He was standing in an apartment with a man he barely knew and he was going to be posing shirtless for a man who had the potential to ruin his scholastic career. He ran a hand through his hair and hesitantly sat down. He hadn't had anything said about the kiss in the hallway yet. Maybe, it hadn't been troubling to the man, and it hadn't meant anything because of his culture.
"Um... water please?" Matt asked. He took the coffee cup and looked at it questioningly. He didn't mind coffee but he hadn't drank it since his mother's death. "Do you want some asprin or something?" Matt offered curiously. "If you got a headache, my dad taught me a trick to make it go away."
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Post by saintsergio on Sept 26, 2009 10:15:16 GMT 9
Ah, the kiss in the hallway. Shingo wasn't going to bring it up, Matt was already uncomfortable enough as it was. When the younger stated he wanted water, the elder got up and moved to the fridge, taking out a bottle of water and lightly tossed it to Matt before sitting back down and taking a drink of the hot liquid. He'd drink the other mug in a minute.
As for the headache... Shingo's blue eyes glanced up to study the boy before shaking his head. "I don't take pills for pain. I believe in meditation for it, or pressure points." It wasn't scolding or putting the other down for suggesting it, just a very automatic response of his beliefs. "But what of the trick you know? Does it have to do with this?" He took his thumb and forefinger of his right hand and put it on the webbing between his thumb and forefinger on his left hand, squeezed down and started gentle circles. Already, the pressure in his head was lifting, but this trick usually only worked for light headaches. Nothing like the ones he got after work.
"This is a pressure point. Most people do not know about them." His hand shifted to his forehead. Placing his right ring finger between his brows, and lining up his middle and pointer finger, he applied pressure. Ah! Now he was getting somewhere.
But, it was time to be getting down to business. "Now, Matt-chan. I do not want to make you do anything embarrassing. I'll ask you this; would you be more comfortable posing with no shirt, or in an undershirt?" It was a serious question from a serious teacher. Time for an equally serious answer from the other. His pink tongue came out and swiped at his plump lips, as if remembering what happened last time they were in close quarters together. "These sketches will not go out of this apartment. They will not be on display for anyone who comes over."
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Post by hanyou on Sept 26, 2009 16:03:13 GMT 9
Matt gratefully took a gulp of the water and watched the sensei's hands moving carefully over his forehead. He wondered if he would be able to offer something interesting really, or if the art sensei would find him boring. Most people didn't want to bother looking beyond the football exterior. It was fascinating, at least. He didn't think he would be bored doing this, but he couldn't help the nerves. If Shingo-sensei decided to say something about his tattoos, it could cost him. But, at the same time, he'd promised that he would do it without the shirt on. To go back on his word now would show cowardice and his mother had taught him to be anything but a coward. He took another swallow of the water, grateful that it was cool. He needed it.
Taking a step forward, he stopped beside the sitting man and said simply, "I wasn't talking about the hand trick. It's something my mom showed me after a game when I got hit helmet to helmet." Without waiting for an invitation or approval from the older man, he placed his hands above Shingo-sensei's ears, where the hair began, and rubbed and moved his hands gracefully in counter-clockwise movements. It had been the only thing that had helped to take the pressure off of his mind while he'd been recuperating.
While his fingers moved deftly, he answered softly, "I know. It's just that... I don't want to get in trouble. I'll pose with my shirt off, if I don't get in trouble."
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Post by saintsergio on Sept 26, 2009 21:42:19 GMT 9
The fingers near his hair made him tense. He'd never let another really touch his hair before, and this kid was getting awfully close. Swallowing back a remark, he just attempted to relax. Shingo did admit to himself it felt wonderful, having someone else take care of his headache for him. He brought his mug to his lips again and took another swallow before clearing his throat a bit more. Carefully, with his free hand, he extracted Matt's fingers, tempted to press a kiss to the gentle digits. He didn't though. He gave them a squeeze, but let them alone.
"Very well...." He turned around, facing the boy and examined him again, much like before. This time, however, he didn't touch Matt. He examined the others face and arms before pulling away and smiling to himself. Whatever blemishes the boy had, would be portrayed, just no one would see them but himself. "Come with me to ...my inspiration room."
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Post by hanyou on Sept 27, 2009 14:28:58 GMT 9
Matt shook off the thought that the sensei would kiss him again. For just a minute, it had seemed like he would, it had been so close. All he would have had to do was reach out and kiss him. He could have, if he'd wanted to. He wasn't sure that his advances had been appreciated though. He knew that the teacher was mildly attracted to him, but that didn't mean anything. Shingo-sensei's hands were unique. They weren't smooth like he'd imagined most teacher's hands to be. They were kind of rough, almost like some of the boys he'd worked out with on the team.
He glanced around the apartment as he walked into the messy room where Shingo-sensei obviously spent most of his time. It was messy, but there was art galore here. If Matt seriously studied the room, he could see the passion, the desperation that Shingo-sensei had for his craft. It was obvious how much he loved to just create things with his hands. To be a positive force in the world that didn't rely on violence to prove a point. It was a fascinating thing that Shingo-sensei did, something so completely different but no less disciplined.
He turned away from the door and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He took a deep breath before he pulled the school shirt off, exposing the dragon's head on his shoulder beneath the muscle shirt. He was well built, and he knew that he didn't have anything be ashamed of, he just hoped that Shingo-sensei didn't mention anything about the tattoos. Without waiting for an invitation, just to get it over with before he lost all confidence, he pulled the muscle shirt over his head and dropped it in a small pile with the school shirt by the door. It would be easy to grab quickly, if he wanted to.
"Please don't tell the school about my tattoos," Matt murmured before he turned around. The dragon was blue and red. It's head started over his shoulder and curved over his shoulder blades powerfully, covering the worst of the scars. It undulated down his back, covering the myriad pattern until it's tail came to rest beneath Matt's pants, on the curve of his ass. It wasn't a fancy dragon or anything, just something that he could use to cover the ruination that had been his back.
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Post by saintsergio on Oct 25, 2009 9:37:08 GMT 9
Scars were not the thing that drew the teachers attention to the younger man, oh no. That beautiful skin was enhanced by a beautiful, well done tattoo. Shingo moved towards the boy like he was memorized, and indeed he was. He couldn't help but reach a pale, long fingered hand out to touch that tattoo, felt the smooth skin under the ink. It was a work of art, beautiful ink on beautiful skin.
Shingo traced the outline of the tattoo, moving forward, turning around, going behind the boy. "I won't tell.." he whispered, as if afraid to break this moment. ".....It's so beautiful.." Still, the scars weren't his center of attention. Once behind the boy, Shingo gave in and let his hands wander down Matt's back. I'm going to hell for this... he thought to himself. He moved closer, pressed his face towards the tattoo before planting several quick butterfly kisses along the ink.
One taste of this boy had set a fire in him he swore he'd never ignite. Damn it. He wanted this kid like he wanted the other student; the one that made him move and change schools. Strong, lean arms wrapped around Matt, trying to keep him from bolting; he didn't want the other to run until he quenched his thirst. He whispered something soft under his breath, delicate hands now resting on those toned muscles of Matt's stomach. "Our secret... Just like the kiss..."
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Post by hanyou on Nov 6, 2009 14:29:24 GMT 9
Goosebumps broke out all over Matt's skin and he couldn't stop the shiver that rippled through him. He couldn't believe what the teacher was doing, couldn't believe how good it felt either. He was scared, but it was so frighteningly good at the same time. He couldn't believe that this older man was even remotely interested in him.
Beautiful? Was he serious about that? Did he really believe that Matt was beautiful? Surely he was just saying that because he wanted Matt to agree to his requests, because he wanted Matt to be here with him?
"It's... nothing. It just... it hides the scars," Matt whispered. It didn't hurt his feelings that Shingo-sensei was holding him, was teasing him. Coming onto him. What bothered him, was his interest in the whole thing. Was the fact that he didn't seem bothered by the fact that this teacher wanted him. This teacher, this artist, thought he was a beautiful male, an attractive male. He could feel himself relaxing in Shingo-sensei's arms, losing his fear and his apprehension and feeling comfortable with the other man.
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Post by saintsergio on Nov 17, 2009 1:06:24 GMT 9
As the other relaxed in his embrace, Shingo couldn't help but let a flicker of a smile appear on his lips. Those same lips that were pressed to Matt's ear, lightly blowing into it before he released the younger boy. Gods, above, all he wanted to do was take the boy now, but he had to wait. He shouldn't have been teasing the other, coming on to Matt. But he was so beautiful in a masculine kind of way. Just like Shingo liked them.
Pulling away from the boy, he swallowed and went back to preparing his things. "Matt-chan.. If you would sit somewhere and make sure you are comfortable...?" he said, glancing back over to the boy with his own blue eyes smoldering. He knew he already had bedroom, lustful eyes. But he didn't want to scare the boy too much right now.
I will keep to my promise of drawing and only that. Or so he hoped.
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