Forbidden

[Kensei-Teichou]

IT'S HERE

Forbidden

Hunter Sky was an ordinary teenage boy.
Good grades, friends, a girlfriend.
He got on well with his family and only sometimes got into trouble.
Then he met Mark Boyce.
Got to know him, spent more time with him.
And fell in love.
But it wasn't as simple as that.
Mark Boyce wasn't a regular guy. He was a teacher.
What will Hunter do?
Will he follow his heart?
Or will he hurt the ones he loves?
Maybe it will be both.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

[Burningplain]

Interesting concept KT. I'll certainly be tuning in to read.

[Kensei-Teichou]

Thanks BP. It's based on a true story, but the main character is a guy. I've wanted to write this for a while, so now I'm doing it.

[Silme]

This is an interesting concept for a story and one that I've found personal interest in.  Looking forward to seeing this one unfold.

[Thunderbird]

Yes, this should prove to be very interesting indeed!

[Chinaren]

This better be hard core KensT! Boo ya. 

[Kensei-Teichou]

C'Ren, do not tempt me to put some hardcore action into it... My yaoi fan girl will kick in.

[Saint]

No, not yaoi!  *hides*

[Kensei-Teichou]

C'Ren mentioned hardcore :3

[Saint]

Bro ho ho.

[Kensei-Teichou]

Whaaaat?

[Kensei-Teichou]

Hey guys. Just to let the ones who are interested in Forbidden, that chapter one should be up by tonight. I've said stuff like this before but it WILL be up

[Kensei-Teichou]

Off-Topic:

As promised, here is Chapter One.

   Hunter tapped his pencil against his desk. Chemistry bored him. He didn’t even know why he took it as a Higher. Maybe because he got the highest mark in his year in Standard Grade.  His friend Aaron sat next to him. He had met him when he had started Lambert High School five years ago. Hunter and Aaron had become inseparable over those years. They had similar personalities; both of them could be loud, sarcastic, laid back, and friendly.

   “You not working again?” Aaron whispered to him, as the teacher turned back to the board to write up an equation. Aaron’s hair was light brown, and was a messy style. It was if he had just woken up. It suited him though.

   Hunter shook his head, smirking. “I never work in this class. You should know that by now. I’ve not worked in here for about three months.” Aaron shook his head, even though his blue eyes were shining with a hidden smile.

   Hunter ran a hand through his black hair. It was choppy and slightly shorter on the right side than it was on the left. His fringe fell slightly into his left eye. His tie sat loosely around his neck and his blazer sleeves were rolled up. It was compulsory to wear the school blazer. He didn’t mind it. In fact, he had grown used to it. A few badges were pinned to the lapels, but he hadn’t customised it seriously like a few people had.
   
   He began to doodle in his jotter. He smirked to himself as he drew a small stickman, holding a huge box above his head. Beside him, he drew a smaller stickman, which a speech bubble that said “Ah shit…” written in it. He chuckled slightly, earning a strange look from Aaron, who leaned over to see what he had drawn. Aaron smiled, shook his head and went back to his work.

   Screw chemistry, Hunter thought. He drew a koi carp next. It was coming down a waterfall. Hunter had to admit, he was a good drawer. He hadn’t taken Higher art, despite getting full marks. Instead, he had taken Higher music. It was something that he loved to do. He had been playing guitar since he was 11, and he had recently taken up piano. Now, being 17, he was able to play the guitar brilliantly. He finished the koi carp and moved onto a treble clef surrounded by stars.

   “Right class, pack up.” The teacher said, removing his glasses. The class began to move then. The pencils went down and the bags came up as the students placed their books into their bags. Hunter was the last to stand, putting his books into a pile.

   “What do we have next?” he asked Aaron, who slung his bag onto his shoulder.

   “I think it’s double music.” Aaron yawned, sticking his hands into his pockets. Hunter nodded and stuffed the books into his bag. One of the two periods was before lunch, and the other after it. The first period was with Mrs Wayne, a fifty year old, grey headed teacher who moaned a lot and never helped anyone. At all. Hunter wondered why she was a teacher. It was obvious that she hated teenagers. The second period was with Mr Boyce. He was in his late twenties to early thirties, and the majority of the school thought he was gay. He didn’t look gay. Well, maybe it was the hair. It was brown, streaked with blonde, cut short at the back with a fringe that fell over his right eye. He had developed a habit of flicking it out of his eyes. Hunter thought he was a good teacher. He was always staying behind after school - sometimes even giving up his lunch hour - to help anyone who needed it, be it with an instrument or composition. Hunter didn’t care about the music teacher’s sexual orientation. If he helped Hunter get an A pass, he was happy with that.

   The bell rang, and everyone moved towards the doors. It reminded Hunter of a flock of sheep. When he got out into the corridor, away from the chemistry class he loathed, a pair of warm, soft hands covered his eyes. He put his own hands over them and pulled them down, just as a familiar body pressed itself into his back.

   “Hey you.” A voice said. Hunter turned around to see his girlfriend, Erin. Her oriental eyes were framed slightly by a touch of eyeliner. She was only about 5 foot, which meant that Hunter had to look down at her because he was 5’9”. She smiled at him. They had been together for about 3 months now, Hunter guessed. He never kept track of dates.

   “What do you have next?” She asked, taking his hand in hers as they walked down to corridor, Aaron on Hunter’s left side.

   “Double music. You have business management, don’t you?”

   Erin nodded. “I don’t even know why I took it as a Higher. I hate it now.” Erin sighed as they headed for the main stairs that would take them down into the atrium, which was a large open space, several stories high that had a glass roof and large windows. There were four corridors that led from the atrium. One led to the maths corridor, another to the business and administration corridor. The third led to the PE area, which consisted of changing rooms, a games hall, fitness room and dance studio. The fourth led to music and art.

   “I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” Erin said, looking up at him. Hunter knew she was going to kiss him. Mr Mitchell, a maths teacher, was talking across the atrium with Mr Boyce. They were having a conversation and as Erin went to kiss Hunter, Mr Boyce made eye contact with him. In that split second, Hunter’s heartbeat rose and he turned his head slightly so Erin’s kiss landed on his cheek. Boyce kept eye contact with him for a few seconds after that, before looking away. Hunter blinked several times as his heart calmed down, before looking down at Erin, whose face was full of confusion.

   “What’s up? Have I done something wrong?” she asked, gripping Hunter’s hand together.

   “Sorry.” Hunter said. “I was just thinking.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on her soft lips, before pulling his hand away. “I’ve got to go now. I’ll see you later.”

   As Hunter walked down the music corridor, he thought about what had just happened. I dodged the kiss because there were teachers around, right? he considered. But they had kissed in front of a teacher before. Sure, they had gotten a row for it (“Kissing in school is a no-no!” Mrs Morrison had said) but they had still kissed. Maybe it was because they had made eye contact with each other. Hunter sighed and decided not to dwell on it as he entered Mrs Wayne’s classroom.


   Aaron sat down next to Hunter, a scowl on his usually handsome face. “I hate that old bitch. She keeps telling me what songs to play on the drums. They’re rubbish songs. I don’t want to play something I don’t like.”

   “I’m like that. I have to like what I play.” Hunter laughed, placing the guitar on the table. “I think Mrs Wayne should just leave. That way, we would get Boyce all the time. At least he can teach.” He stood up and stretched. Glancing at the clock, he noticed the bell was about to go. Hunter picked up the guitar. It was a silver Yamaha, the best one in the school, and it lived in Mr Boyce’s room. When Hunter had went to get it, Boyce hadn’t been there. Now, with a few minutes to the bell, he doubted he would be there as well.

   “Are you going to chill out with Erin at lunch?” Aaron asked, as he sat their bags on the desk.

   “Nah. I think I’m going to finish my music composition. It’s to be done in two weeks.”

   Aaron laughed. “I’ve already finished mine. So, are you going to stay in music at lunch?”

   “Yeah, I think so. I need to finish the melody.” Hunter sighed, picking up his bag and walking out of the class with the guitar in his hand just as the bell went. He wanted to see Erin but he had to get the composition done. If he could invite her into music with him, he would, but she would keep talking to him and distract him.

   Without knocking, Hunter strode into the classroom. Just as he had thought, Mr Boyce wasn’t there. He walked over to the stands and placed the guitar in it. It reminded him of the way a mother held a baby. Weird. Outside in the corridor, people walked past talking and laughing. He threw his bag onto the table and sat beside it, swinging his legs.

   The classroom was the same as the others in the school; light cream walls, blue carpet, an interactive whiteboard at the front beside the teacher’s desk. Most of the classrooms had cupboards or filing cabinets. Boyce’s was one of these. There was one that was beside the doors as you entered the class and there was a five drawer filing cabinet over by where the other guitars stood. At the back of the room, three boards lined the wall. They started about half way up the wall and almost reached the ceiling. Over them, Mr Boyce had put up posters on dynamics, tempo and the orchestra. Stuff for beginners, Hunter thought.

   The faint sounds of footsteps and keys jingling coming down the corridor alerted Hunter to the fact that someone was walking down to the class. Even from just those small noises, Hunter knew who they belonged to.

   Just to confirm this, Mr Boyce walked into the class. Hunter mentally gave himself a pat on the back. He knew what Boyce’s keys sounded like because Hunter had been in his class for four years. Boyce was wearing a white shirt with a grey pinstripe tie. His keys hung around his neck with a card that had a picture of him, plus his signature, on it.

   “Hi sir.” Hunter said as Boyce placed his messenger bag beneath his desk and sat down in the chair.

   “Hello Hunter. What are you here for?” He asked, spinning the chair around slowly to look at him. He crossed his legs and placed his linked hands on top of them.

   “D’you think you could help me with the melody for my composition? I have the first, like, 14 bars but I don’t know what to do after that.” Hunter asked, ignoring the phone that was vibrating in his pocket. He knew it was Erin texting him to ask him where he was. Hopefully Aaron would tell her.

   “I don’t see why not. What have you got so far?” Boyce said, turning back to his computer to check something. Hunter moved from the table over to the piano, where he got ready to play his piece. Glancing over his shoulder to look at Boyce to see if he could play, he got a nod in return as Boyce stood up and moved over to the piano to watch him. Hunter began to play.

   It started off as a flowing piece, that reminded Hunter of rain. It had been raining when he was writing it, so he had grabbed inspiration from it. The bass line came in on the ninth bar and continued on for the remainder of the bars. Suddenly, he seemed to stop. He looked up at Boyce, with a smile on his face. “That’s all I have.”

   Boyce chuckled slightly. “Well, because your melody is so free flowing, you either want to continue that or you want to build it up to something dramatic. I would just continue with what you’ve got. Just remember the chords that you’re working with. You started on A minor, and just now you’re on F, so you want to go back to A minor.”

   “Okay. Fancy playing it and then keep playing so I can hear what you think would work?” Hunter asked, getting up from the piano.

   “I suppose so.” Boyce sighed. “You take advantage of my musical abilities too much, Hunter.”

   He just laughed as Boyce shook his head, sat down and played his music. As he reached the end of what Hunter had written, he went to the A minor chord then kept playing. He stopped on another A minor chord.

   “What you want is something like that. Then, we can work from there.” Boyce said, looking at Hunter. He nodded.

   “Sir, write down what you just played, for me?” Hunter asked, sticking his hands into his pockets.

   Boyce laughed. “No. I made that. This is your composition. You have to write it.”

   “Awwww sir. Please?” Hunter grinned. “I’ll buy you a sweet.”

   “Hunter, you can’t bribe me.” Boyce laughed again. “Anyway, have you eaten?” Hunter shook his head. “Go get some food then. I need to make a phone call anyway.”

   “Sir, you just wanna get rid of me.” Hunter chuckled, but he left anyway as Boyce laughed and picked up the phone.


   When Hunter returned with food - a cheese Panini - he noticed the door was shut. He looked in through the small glass section in the door. Boyce was still on the phone. He was shaking his head and looked frustrated. I’m staying out here, Hunter thought, leaning against the door. I wonder what’s gotten him so wound up.

   He looked over his shoulder and saw that Boyce was rubbing his forehead, before saying something and turning his back to the door. Hunter shrugged and began to eat. He’d be off the phone shortly.

   He pulled out his own mobile to check the texts he had received. 4 unread messages. 3 from Erin. The last one was from his mom, telling him that he was home alone for the weekend, from Thursday night through to Monday. He could live with that. The ones from Erin basically asked him where he was. He didn’t bother to reply. She knew that when he was in music, he concentrated entirely on it. He leaned his head back against the door, swallowing the last piece of his food.

   Suddenly, the door opened and he almost fell back into the class. He would have done so if he hadn’t quickly regained his balance. Hunter turned around to look at Boyce. His face was a mix between anger and sadness.

   “Sir, you okay?” Hunter asked, sticking his hands into his pockets.

   “Yes, I’m fine.” Boyce smiled at him. Hunter wasn't an expert in micro-expressions but he knew that smile was fake. “Go crack on with your composition. I’ll be back for period 5. If I’m not back in time, just tell the others to do theirs.”

   Hunter watched as Mr Boyce walked down the corridor. He raised an eyebrow. That conversation on the phone had not been a nice one.

[Panda-Brain]

So far, so good. I like how I can see how most of this works!
Looking forward to le deuxième chapter

[Silme]

Good opening chapter there Kensei.  I liked how you explained the musical pieces so that with little musical background, the reader can still get some sense of the scene being played out.  I'll second Prain's comment on looking forward to the second chapter (if I've translated that correctly).

[Panda-Brain]

Ouais, you have. If I am as good at French as I think I am, that should say second =P

[Kensei-Teichou]

Panda, it does. And I didn't even take French.
And thanks Silme. I'm working on it now.

[Angel]

I enjoyed reading this first part. It's flowing well so far and I'd say that it certainly has potential to be pretty good.
The only thing is, I felt the opening was a bit flat and could have been a bit stronger. There wasn't much to really hook in a reader from the off. However, that's just my opinion.

[Kensei-Teichou]

I dunno how to liven it up.

[Kensei-Teichou]

   The classroom was quiet, with some pupils sitting at the keyboard that lined two walls of the rooms, headphones on, working away at their music. A few others drifted in and out of the classroom, either collecting manuscript paper with notes written on it or looking for the music teacher that wasn't there. Mrs Wayne stormed into the class, shouted at one of Hunter's classmates, Jerry, for laughing too hard, and left with a scowl on her face. Hunter heard Jerry mutter "stupid old bat" under his breath. He smiled. He had to agree with his fellow pupil; Mrs Wayne was a moody old woman who needed to retire.

   Boyce returned half way through the period. Hunter was on Boyce’s computer, entering what he had for his composition onto a programme called Sibelius. He had plugged the earphones in so he didn’t notice Boyce approaching until he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Taking an earphone out, he turned around to look at his teacher.

   “Welcome back sir.” Hunter said, “Enjoy your adventure?”

   “Yeah, yeah. Shift it. I need on the computer to do work.” Boyce said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. There was a small smile on his face and Hunter was a little glad to see that the teacher had cheered up, even if it was just a little.

   Hunter saved his work, unplugged the earphones and got up. “I was just warming up the seat for you.” Boyce chuckled slightly as Hunter moved over to the piano. Hunter noticed something then. Boyce’s eyes seemed to linger on him after they had finished talking. Turning away, Hunter raised an eyebrow. Weird. He shook it out of his head. It was nothing.

   His classmates wandered in and out, coming back from the library or the practice rooms, or leaving to go to them. Aaron came in and pulled a seat up next to Hunter.

   “Erin was upset at lunch.” He muttered to him.

   “Why?” Hunter asked, his eyebrow still raised.

   “’Cause you weren’t there, stupid.” Aaron hit Hunter’s head lightly, a small grin on his face that quickly faded. “But seriously. She thinks that you’re going to break up with her because you’re barely with her anymore. You’re always in here or up at media studies. You need to talk to her about it.”

   Hunter sighed. “She’s being paranoid.” Yet, as he said the words, Hunter thought about it. Erin was clingy, something he despised. She seemed to rely on him despite her family being close and always looking out for each other. Hunter knew she told her mother everything. Breaking up with her had crossed his mind after the first month because she seemed to be glued to his side. Yet, if he did end it he would become the bad guy. All of the people that talked to both him and Erin would probably hate him. He sighed mentally. He liked Erin, he really did, but sometimes she was a bit full on.

   “Just talk to her, yeah? If she doesn’t make you happy, just end it. I don’t want to see you miserable.” Aaron shrugged, as if he didn’t care. Hunter knew that Aaron did care, even though he barely showed it. It made him smile and lightly punch Aaron’s shoulder.

   “I love you too buddy.” Hunter laughed, as Aaron pretended to be mortally wounded. They would always be best friends.

   Hunter stood up from the stool at the piano and made his way over to his desk to get his bag. The bell was going to go soon. He felt the weight of someone’s gaze on his back. Raising an eyebrow, he turned. Aaron was over at the door, talking to someone. Boyce was looking at his computer. He shrugged. He must have been imagining it.


   The sun was hiding behind the clouds, casting warm shadows. The school building was modern and newly built. When Hunter had first got into the new building, it had reminded him of a cross between a prison and a hospital. The walls on the inside were white, which added to that thought. From the outside, the school was white paint and glass. Very modern.

   The bell that signalled the end of the school day had rang ten minutes ago and the majority of the pupils had gone to the buses, which had left. Hunter was waiting for Erin. He hid his hands in his trouser pockets. Where was she? Usually, Erin was the first one out and she would wait on him.

   The door opened and he turned to see who it was, hoping it was Erin. It was. She saw him and her face lit up. Hunter smiled at her as she made his way over to him.

   “Hey! Where were you at lunch? You didn’t reply to my texts.” She pouted, linking arms with him. The sun hid behind a small cloud as they walked towards the gate that would take them out onto the main road.

   “Did Aaron not tell you?” Hunter said, raising an eyebrow. “I was in music, working on my composition.”

   “You and your music.” Erin sighed, closing her eyes briefly. “You spend a lot of time in the music department. If it’s not your composition, it’s your performance on guitar or piano, your singing or your listening.”

   “I need to pass music to get into the university I want to go to.” Hunter said. “The course looks amazing. It’s everything I want to do.” The university that Hunter was talking about was Daylona University. It was a bachelor of music degree, a four year long course that would give him everything he needed to pursue a career in music.

   “I never get to see you though. I know you love your music, but what about me?” Erin moved closer to him, her warm body against Hunter’s arm.

   “What about you?” He raised an eyebrow. Erin sighed and looked a little disappointed.

   “You can be so slow sometimes. We’ve been together got about 3 months now. Don’t you love me?”

   “Course I do.” Hunter said, looking down at her.

   “Then why do I barely see you?”

   Hunter sighed. “Erin, drop it. I want to pass my exams, so I can get into Daylona university.”

   “No. You want to pass music.” Erin rolled her eyes and seemed to pull away from him slightly. “When was the last time we spent a full lunch time together?” Hunter shrugged. “Three weeks ago,” Erin said, “It’s really annoying me Hunter.”

   “I’m sorry.” Hunter said, unlinking their arms and ruffling Erin’s dark brown hair, knowing it would make her smile. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

   Erin smiled shyly, and blushed. Hunter raised an eyebrow. What was she thinking?

   “Well, my family are out. So I would have the house to myself.” Erin muttered, suddenly finding the cracks in the pavement very interesting. Hunter’s eyebrows shot up. Sure, he had been to Erin’s house before, but not when it had been just the two of them alone. There was also the risk that, if they were to do anything, her parents might arrive home.

   Hunter voiced this thought to Erin. She bit her lip gently. “You have a point.”

   “Umm, my family aren’t going to be in all weekend…” Hunter trailed off, looking at Erin just in time to see her turn red. He smiled. She was easily embarrassed. “So, do you want to come round to mine?”

   “Sure.” Erin grinned, resting her head on his arm as they walked. Hunter’s house was about a thirty minute walk away from the school. As they walked, Hunter could feel the warmth from the sun overhead. Only a few cars passed them as they turned down streets before reaching Lambert Crescent. Hunter’s house sat at the end of the left row, right on the corner, house number 9. The house was like the others; red bricks with a mahogany door and brown window frames. A welcome mat cheerily sat on the door step, and a small ceramic squirrel was on the wall, as if it was crawling to the doorbell. When Hunter’s mom had first bought it and placed it there, Hunter and his elder brother Jackson had both stared at her in horror as she giggled over the garden ornament. Hunter smiled at the memory as he unlocked the front door.

   Inside, the walls of the hallway were white, with a few framed pictures of mountain views. Hunter dropped his keys on a small mahogany table, on top of which was a glass vase with a bouquet of tiger lilies resting in it, that stood in the hall.

   Making his way to the kitchen he dropped his bag at the foot of the stairs, and Erin followed. She reminded Hunter of an obedient dog sometimes; always following their master, wanting a treat.

   In the modern kitchen, you were always an arm’s length away from a knife or whisk. When Hunter made his lunch or dinner, he could check his reflection on the work surface. There was never a crumb or a speck of grease; it was kept immaculate. Hunter opened one of the cupboards and pulled out two bottles of water. He walked back over to Erin and placed one in her hands.

   “So, what are we going to do?” Erin said, opening the bottle and taking a long gulp.

   Hunter shrugged. “Not a clue, to be honest.” He placed his own bottle on the counter and undid his school tie, letting it hang casually. “I completely forgot to pick up my music.” He rubbed his head, closing his eyes briefly. “I need to learn it and now I can’t.”

   “I’m sure Mr Boyce will understand.” Erin said.

   “Don’t be so sure. He always expects me to be on top of my music. And now, I’ve forgotten it.” Hunter sighed.

   A small tug on his tie made him open his eyes. A hand was pulling at his tie. Looking up at its owner, he saw that a shy smile was on Erin’s face.

   “What’cha doing?” Hunter asked, tilting his head to the side, before moving closer to her.

   “Well… I-I figured you needed distracted, so I’m gonna distract you.” Erin said, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

   Hunter smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand as he stood in front of her. He tilted her chin up and gently kissed her soft lips.

   “Thanks.” Hunter said simply, smiling. “Come on.” He took her soft hand in his and began to pull her out of the kitchen.

   “Where are we going?” Erin asked from behind him.

   “Well, you want to distract me.” He smirked over his shoulder. “Maybe I want distracted by my girlfriend.” And with that, he happily saw the blush increase tenfold across Erin’s cheeks.


   She lay beneath him, the only article of clothing missing being her school shirt. Hunter’s hands stroked Erin’s sides lightly, as she watched him with her brown eyes. One of his hand came up to cup her cheek in his hand as he gently kissed her again. His own shirt had gone missing, showing his pale skin which was a startling contrast against Erin’s tanned skin.

   Hunter’s eyes travelled down his girlfriend’s body, past her chest, down to her hips. Noticing something, he tilted his head, thinking.

   “What is it?” Erin asked, seeing his eyes resting on her hips.

   “See if I say this, promise not to get mad at me?”

   Erin nodded. “I promise.”

   Hunter paused. “Well, I was just looking at your hips, and I got thinking.”

   “And?”

   “Well…your hips look really masculine.” Hunter finally said.

   Silence followed. Erin looked up at him, her face a mixture of emotions that Hunter couldn’t pin down. Suddenly, without warning, she shoved him off her and stood up.

   “Are you saying I’ve got a masculine body?” she muttered.

   “No. Well, kinda. Just your hips.” Hunter shrugged, sitting on the ground where Erin had pushed him. Just keeping digging, he told himself. “Listen. I’m sorry. I really am.”

   “No. You’re not. You were obviously serious when you said it. I know what you sound like when you’re joking!” Erin exclaimed, trying to find her school shirt on the floor, which was covered with Hunter’s discarded clothes and music books. “How the hell do they look masculine?”

   “I don’t know.” Hunter sighed. “I didn’t mean it. I really didn’t.”

   “Sure. I’ll see you later.” Erin scowled, flinging her shirt on, grabbing her school tie and marching out of Hunter’s room. Hunter sprang up and ran after her.

   “Erin, wait! Come on!” he called as he quickly made his way down the stairs. She was at the bottom of the stairs, hurriedly putting her shoes on. “You promised not to get mad!”

   “Oh I’m not mad! I’m just a tad furious and hurt!” she snapped, rounding on him. “How would you feel if someone told you that your body looked feminine? You’re such an insensitive bastard.”

   “Erin!” he called as she stormed out and slammed the door behind her, leaving Hunter standing there, topless and confused. He went through to the kitchen and sat down at the table, putting his head in his hands. He agreed with Erin; he was an insensitive guy. But it wasn’t his fault. He just wasn’t in touch with his feelings and others emotions.

   “I’m such an idiot.” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. He picked up his water that he had left on the counter and took a drink. He would make it up to Erin another day.

   The doorbell rang then, causing him to jump. He heaved himself up from the seat and made his way into the hallway. When he was at the door, he remembered he was topless. He shrugged. Oh well. He was a teenage boy, and it was a nice day.

   He opened the door, and was surprised to see Mr Mark Boyce standing there, holding a bunch of paper.

   “Sir! What are you doing here?” Hunter asked, leaning against the door frame.

   “I noticed that a certain someone didn’t pick up their music, so I came by to drop it off so that they could actually learn the music and not get themselves into trouble.” Boyce smirked. “Here.” he held the music out and Hunter took it. “Why are you topless?”

   “I’m a teenage boy home alone.” Hunter laughed. “Thanks though sir. Want a cup of coffee or that?”

   “I’m alright. I’ve got stuff to do.” There was something in the way that Boyce said that, that made Hunter want to bring the teacher in and not let him do what had to be done. Hunter felt that whatever Boyce had to do, was going to bring the older man’s mood down.

   “You sure?” Hunter asked again.

   “Positive. Thanks for the offer though Hunter.” Boyce smiled and began to turn. “See you at school tomorrow.” He began to walk down the path.

   Hunter was beginning to close the door when Boyce called back. “Oh, yeah, Hunter.”

   “What is it?” Hunter asked, opening the door up again.

   Boyce turned and grinned at him. “Nice squirrel.”

   Hunter found himself of tears of laughter as he shut the door.

[Chinaren]

 

After a bit of a loose start, that ended up to be well written Ket.  Nice stuff.

and Erin followed. She reminded Hunter of an obedient dog sometimes; always following their master, wanting a treat.

Great line!

Keep it coming!

[Panda-Brain]

Agreed. the beginning was a bit iffy but that might just be with you not writing in a little while, I know that happens with me!
But it was really good!
Looking forward to your next chapter!

[Kensei-Teichou]

China, that has to be my favourite line too
And to be honest, I might edit the start; set the scene a bit more

[Kensei-Teichou]

Right guys I edited the start of it. Tell me what you think.

[Panda-Brain]

Much, much better.
You're good, I just think starting off again is a bit funny for you. So for your next chapter, look at your 'intro' again before posting

[Chinaren]

Agreed, much improved.

[Kensei-Teichou]

Cheers guys. I'm working on Chapter 3 as we speak. 

[Kensei-Teichou]

Alert! 

Chapter 3 is in the making and will be gracing Tome shortly.
Check back for updates 

[Chinaren]

Check back for updates 

Oh, I will. 

[Kensei-Teichou]

WARNING. NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES!



   The room was black. All black, with the exception of a small dim lamp beside him. Silk sheets lay around him, emerald green in colour. They were cool against his hot skin. They moved like water, caressing him. A body moved above him, trailing soft fingers over his pale skin. He sat up as butterflies kisses landed on his chest, shoulders, neck. Strong, toned arms encircled him.

   Wait. Strong, toned arms? It felt like a man.

   The slender fingers traced shapes on his back. His eyes closed. A pair of lips connected with his. Soft, tender. It was loving. Hunter kissed back, feeling the fingers dig slightly into his back, making him shiver with anticipation. It felt good.

   It was a man. How could it feel good?

   Hunter opened his eyes after the kiss, but the culprit was gone. He frowned. Suddenly, those strong arms were wrapped around him again from behind. Hunter could feel a chest pressed against his back. It was a man’s chest. Their breath tickled his ear before trailing kisses down from his ear to his collarbone. Hunter closed his eyes, tilting his head back as his heart raced, blood flowing down south. Fingers ran softly down his body, and back up again, sending shivers down Hunter’s spine. Searching, Hunter reached his hand back and felt soft hair. He ran his fingers through it, causing the man behind him to move his head into Hunter’s hand, almost like a cat wanting to get petted again.

   The man turned Hunter around and, before he could get a good look at his face, kissed him again. It was still loving, but now had a sense of hunger to it. Hunter grew harder as their bodies pushed against each other. Hunter was pushed down on the bed as nails lightly ran down his body. His eyes flickered shut before lips found his. Nails dug in harder to Hunter’s side, causing him to gasp. A tongue darted into his mouth, and they battled for dominance. Hunter ran his hand over the foreign body, trying to find out who it was.

   The lips left his and began kissing his neck and nipping at his collarbone. Hunter opened his eyes and saw the hair. It was brown, streaked with blonde. It looked familiar. He ran his hand through it before putting his hand under the culprit’s chin, pulling the face up to see who it was. Blazing blue eyes, laced with green and grey, burning with lust, passion and hunger, met his.

   It was Mark Boyce.


   Hunter awoke with a start, sweat covering his forehead, panting heavily. He didn’t want to think about that dream again. Why? Why Boyce? Hunter went to move and felt something sticky inside his boxers. He immediately went bright red. Not only had it been a dream about the music teacher, it had been a wet dream.

   Hunter, disgusted with himself, glanced at the clock. 4am. He groaned and got up, cringing at the feeling in his boxers. Embarrassment and shame pounded through his body. He kept questioning himself about why it had happened. What did he find attractive about the teacher? There was the fact that Boyce listened to him. All the time. Whenever Hunter had something to say, he listened. Boyce also had an…aura about him. There was something that attracted Hunter to the older man. He seemed happy around Mark Boyce. And, Hunter had to admit, he was good looking.

   Hunter, now standing in the bathroom, shocked himself. Was Boyce good looking? Hunter was male. Boyce was male. Hunter knew that men could be gay, but he was in a relationship with Erin. At least, he thought he was still in a relationship. Erin would probably forgive him. Whenever he did something wrong like that, she always forgave him.

   He stripped and stepped into the shower. Being home alone had its advantages. He could shower at four in the morning without getting questioned. He could eat what he wanted without being told what was good for him and what wasn’t. He didn’t get told to take the rubbish out, or to run the vacuum around the living room. No parents to nag him. No brother to fight with him.

   It was Friday. That only meant one day of school until he could fully relax. He didn’t even have to go into school. Well, that was a lie. Boyce wanted to hear how much of the music he had learned in one night, to test his skills at memorising and sight reading. He had practised for about three hours the previous night, trying to perfect the music. The joints in his hands had throbbed slightly with the work when he had finished, and he had had to put them in cold water to stop it. But it had paid off; he now knew his piano pieces.

   As the hot water streamed down onto him, his thoughts fell back to the dream. Why had he had it? Why had he basically ejaculated in his boxers over the music teacher? He rubbed his head. He was just sexually frustrated, that was all. Yet that couldn’t be true. He had Erin. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. That sounded so bad to him. It made it seem like he was simply using Erin, and he wasn’t. Hunter cared for her. If someone went to hurt her, he stood in front of her. If someone said anything bad to her, he pulled them up about it and gave them hell.

   He remember how they had gotten together. Erin had kept smiling at him, blushing when she was around him. She was actually one of the many, many girls that craved for Hunter’s attention. He could have had any of them. He smirked at the thought. It made him sound like some sort of pimp. The thing, however, that had stood out about Erin was the fact that she listened to him. She gave Hunter her full attention when he was talking to her; he could just tell. She went out of her way to talk to him, saying “hi” in the corridors, or a wave goodbye at the end of the day. Then, one day, Hunter found himself asking Erin to the cinema on a date. Hunter didn’t do well on dates, as one time a girl had stood him up when he was 15 and it had knocked his confidence for six. He had grown more confident after that, telling himself it was nothing to worry over, nothing to fret about. Yet, when he was standing outside of the cinema, waiting for Erin, he had grown nervous and anxious, wondering if she would even show. She had. They had a great time, going to grab something to eat after the movie. He had even kissed her goodnight.

   Things had gotten better after that. They had started seeing each other regularly before Hunter had taken the next step, and asked if Erin wanted to be his girlfriend one night at her door. She had beamed, her face glowing, and said yes. The next week at school, the other girls who had swooned over Hunter were giving death stares at Erin, wishing that she would drop dead, probably pondering how Erin, small simple Erin, had managed to get the object of their lust.

   He stepped out the shower and slung a towel around his waist, water dripping from his hair. Running a hand through it to push it out of his face, Hunter wandered back to his room. He would forget about the dream and tell himself it never happened.


   Erin was giving him the cold shoulder at school. She hadn’t spoken a word to him all day. When he had walked into school, she had cast him an glare and walked off to her registration class with her friend Lorraine, not even glancing back at him to see if he was going to follow her.

   Hunter and Aaron was sitting outside of their English class, back against the wall, waiting for break to end. Hunter had given up trying to speak to Erin and had just relaxed with Aaron.

   “What’s going on between you two?” Aaron asked, after Hunter had told him about the previous night with Erin. “You’re usually fine with each other. Sure, you’ve had arguments in the past, but still.”

   “I think I’m just going to end the relationship.” Hunter rubbed his forehead. “We’ve just not been clicking recently.”

   “You just don’t like commitment.” Aaron sighed, patting Hunter’s knee.

   “Maybe. I dunno Aaron. I just think I’ll end it and if things work out, maybe we could give it another shot.” Hunter said.

   “Man, and I thought only girls had these problems.” Aaron said, exasperated. They shared a look and burst out laughing. Hunter had to admit; Aaron knew how to lighten a mood. They sat like that for five minutes, just chuckling away.

   Hunter saw him appear round the corner into the corridor, out of the corner of his eye. The dream reappeared in his mind, just as vivid as it had been the night before. His palms became clammy, as his trousers started to feel uncomfortable. Boyce was getting closer now, the keys jingling from the lanyard around his neck.

   “Aaron, I’ll be back in five minutes.” Hunter stated, wishing the tightness in his trousers would go away. “Bathroom.” Aaron nodded as Hunter stood up.

   Draping his bag over his shoulder, he began to walk down the corridor. With a sudden realisation, Hunter noticed that he would have to pass the teacher. He mentally cursed himself. If he had just sat there and let the teacher pass and ignore the growing in his trousers, it would have passed. His heart raced as he walked closer.

   They were five feet apart when Boyce spoke.

   “Morning Hunter.”

   Without thinking, Hunter looked up to reply and was struck dumb. The eyes that Hunter had thought were just blue, were laced with emerald green and gunmetal grey. The pupils were like black holes, trying to pull Hunter into an abyss. Hunter’s stomach plummeted as he imagined those eyes full off passion…

   “Hi.” Hunter managed to strangle out before quickening his pace so it almost matched his heartbeat. He head Boyce’s footsteps slow and he didn’t need to turn around to know that the music teacher was looking at him.

   Those eyes were magical. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only him and Boyce, but he had broken the spell by looking away, A part of the dream came back to him. Brilliantly beautiful eyes, gazing down at him, full of lust, hunger, need.

   The bathroom door ricocheted off the wall as Hunter booted it open, frustrated. Dropping his bag at his feet, he scowled. What was happening to him? Why did he have that - he hated to admit it - erotic dream? Why was it affecting him like this?

   You want him.

   Hunter, shocked at his own thoughts, grabbed the sides of a sink. No. That couldn’t be true. Him? Want Boyce? He found it laughable, yet no chuckle escaped him. The teacher was almost twice his age! The thought of being with Boyce was absurd. He wasn’t gay.

      “Snap out of this.” he growled to himself before turning on the cold tap to splash his face with the icy water. “Stop it. This isn’t happening. It was just a dream.” He forced himself to calm down. The dream was never going to happen. To his surprise, a form of regret and longing filled Hunter. He couldn’t act on these newly developed feelings, even if he wanted to. Boyce could lose his job if Hunter acted on small feelings of lust. He shrugged it off. He wouldn’t let it bother him. He would forget about his feelings towards the older man.

   A little calmer than he had been, and the tightness in his trousers gone, Hunter sighed and leaned against the sink. First, the fight with Erin. Now this. He turned and looked at his reflection in the mirror. A light blush that had covered his cheeks was disappearing, his pupils still dilated. As his thoughts travelled back to Boyce, the blush reappeared, deeper. He had never thought about the teacher like that before. He had never imagined being held in those toned arms, feeling the pianist’s fingers run smoothly over his body, kissing those soft looking full lips…

   Hunter let out a groan. Why did images like that now plague his mind? It had never happened before. He now suddenly wanted Boyce. He had Erin though. Yes, he had to sort things out with her, but everything would be okay.

   Outside the bathroom, Hunter heard to bell ring to signal the end of break. He stood there for a minute, letting the crowds pass through to their classes, took a deep breath, successfully pushed the images from his mind, picked up his bag and walked out of the bathroom.

   “It was just a dream. It was just a dream.” Hunter repeated to himself as he walked back across the nearly empty atrium to the stairs that would take him back to English. “It. Was. Just. A. Stupid. Fucking. Dream.”

   The jingle of keys came too late.

   “Language, Hunter. And what was just a dream?”

   Hunter shut his eyes for a moment as he came to a stop, his blood running cold. This couldn’t be happening. He turned to face Mark Boyce.

   But it as.

   “Nothing sir.” Hunter smiled. Inside his head he was battling with himself. You were in it.

   “Well, it has to be something, otherwise you wouldn’t be trying so hard to convince yourself it wasn’t real.” A smirk played on the teacher’s lips.

   He knows. How does he know? It’s impossible.

   “Sir, it’s nothing.” Hunter took a step back, his mind now yelling at him to run, to put as much distance between himself and the older man. He was panicking. Boyce couldn’t know. Hunter hadn’t told a soul.

   Boyce raised an eyebrow, and Hunter found himself gazing into the teacher’s eyes again. He could se where the green flecked the blue, how the grey was weaved between the other two colours. His pupils were big, just like Hunter’s had been earlier. Hunter’s heart sped up as the world went out of focus, leaving only him and the music teacher.

   “Come and see me at lunch.” The teacher said simply, his eyes twinkling. And with that, the spell that Hunter had been under broke as Boyce turned and walked away. Hunter’s eyes trailed from the back of Boyce’s head, down his shoulders, his spine, and lower. He tore his gaze away before his blood could rush anywhere.

   He let out a breath he didn’t realise he had been holding, and turned to make his way back to his class. Why was he to see him at lunch? Maybe Boyce somehow did know, and wanted to interrogate Hunter. He shook his head, telling himself off for being paranoid and stupid. It was probably to do with music or something. He mentally shrugged. He only had two periods of English to survive between him and the inevitable