Hate Me

After a shocking experience in his past, sixteen year old Christian Rothschild is left with twin babies: Clarice and Jacob - their mother Amber long out of the picture. Twenty-six year old art teacher Alex Archer is a divorcee left alone with his four year old Elijah. His life has long since been happy.
What happens when these two meet at a single parent's club? And even more, what happens with Christian goes home with Alex?
Can Alex get over his homophobia, and keep afloat with all he's got on his plate? And can Christian keep their relationship secret, when he is on the rise to fame?


15. Alexander

His lips softly landed on mine, and he pulled away so quickly I couldn’t comprehend it. His bronze cheeks were flushed, and he couldn’t meet my eyes. I put a hand to my mouth, blushing, as Chris shot out of his seat. “I’m sorry, sir, I never meant – I – I know you’ll get in trouble for this, and this is all my fault – I will take full responsibility for this an-”

“Chris! Just do me a favour and shut the fuck up a sec.” I yelled, and he stood still, his lips forming words that never made it into the world of reality. “Just listen to me, okay? Just let me talk.” I said, brushing my fingers through my hair. Chris nodded, and I stared up at him. He refused to meet my eyes. “Chris.” I said firmly, and I cursed myself for sounding so teacherly. “Look at me.” I commanded. Reluctantly, he met my eye. “Why did you kiss me?” His cheeks darkened, “I’m not angry, Christian. I’m just curious.” I told him. He looked down. “I…I…you.” He stuttered, and closed his eyes, covering them with his forearm. “l like you, sir.” He said, taking his arm away. He was staring right at me. “Why?” I asked, and his Adam’s apple bobbed him his throat.

“You…you’re so much like you were when I was a kid. My life is now my children, my work…getting over what happened to me, and coming to terms with what I did. And I miss…I miss my life being about working myself out, doing my homework and being with my friends. Where people weren’t afraid to look at me, and where I never had to deal with big problems. And you remind me of that. Of everything being simple. So when I saw you on that bridge, I just wanted to save you, and to hold onto that simplicity. I know its selfish…” He told me. I stood up, and wandered over to him.

“Why me? You have Cathleen, you have your new friends. Why put all that familiarity and affection on a teacher?” I asked, and he looked up.

“I’m not normal, Alex.” He smiled lightly. “With all the…assault I endured, is it any wonder why my sexuality is so fucked?” I shrugged, putting my hands in   my pockets.

“So what do we do now?” I asked, and he shrugged back.

“What can we do?” He retorted, and sighed. I looked down.

“Well, according to my rules and regulations as a teacher, even if you’re not my student, I have to leave my job if we’re seeing each other.” His eyes widened, and he shook his head,

“No, we’re not-” He began, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Oh, so you don’t want us to be together?” I retorted, and he stared at me with his big brown eyes. He was cute, I guess. “Would you…like to?” He queried, and I smiled. He was cute.

“And now we have broken all the teacher-student boundaries.” I whispered, Chris smiled.

“Dating doesn’t mean we’ve broken all the boundaries.” He replied, looking to the side.

I caught his face in my hands, and he looked me in the eyes. I could smell his aftershave, and I rested my forehead on his. He cautiously ran his hands through my hair. Chris nuzzled me softly, affectionately. “You have to instigate it.” I told him softly.

“Hm?” He purred, continuing his movement.

“You have to make the first move.” I explained, and he took no more time to realise what I’d said. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling his hands from my hair and snaking them around my neck. I replaced my hands on his hips, pulling him closer. The romance of the kiss turned more urgent. He opened my mouth, and hesitantly slipped his tongue into my mouth.  I moaned, encouraging him to keep going. He  pressed himself closer, raising one leg, stroking the back of my leg with his socked foot. I grabbed is thigh tightly;

I broke away from his kiss, and he looked at me a little disappointed. “What’s wrong?” He whispered seductively. He bit his lip, leaning closer to me. We kissed loosely, and I grabbed his other leg. “Jump.”  Commanded. He stared at me, and paused, before jumping and letting me catch him. He sat close to my body, his head sitting just above mine. He chuckled. “I’ve never…” He stuttered. I smiled. “You think I have?” I asked him, and he began nuzzling me again. He kissed me lightly.

“Of course you’ve done this before.” He muttered, studying my face. I smirked,

“You’re right.  I have.” I said, purposefully falling back on the sofa, pulling Chris on top of me. He immediately crashed his lips back on mine, and I grabbed his arse firmly, which caused him to moan, and pull my hair. He was getting more and more desperate as he began grinding himself against me. I broke off from his lips, allowing myself some air. “That horny?” I whispered flirtily in his ear, kissing his neck. “I want you. Now.” He told me, his voice husky. I stopped attacking his neck, and sat back, looking at him. “Yes, sir.” I murmured, and took my hands to the hem of his shirt. 

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