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victor--hernandez:

The first thing Victor was aware of was the press of another body against his own.

They weren’t completely enveloped in one another. He was acutely aware of the empty space around his arms, his chest. But there was a bare thigh slotted between his own, and a foot nudged against his ankle, a lazy arm stretched across his waist. It was enough to bring a tired smile to Victor’s lips without even having to open his eyes to witness it, the warmth almost succeeding in it’s effort to lure him back to a peaceful sleep…

But the second thing Victor was aware of was the shrill screech of a phone’s alarm as it called out from the table beside them.

This time, his eyes did open, wide with the realization that he was very much not in his bed. He turned to Emmett as the other man roused, unable to keep his gaze from traveling the expanse of his bare back as he reached over to take care of the noise. It didn’t take long for the events of last night to come back to him: the takeout, the bottle of wine, dropping down to the mattress and pulling Emmet along with him…they’d done this before. Victor just didn’t usually spend the night.

On a school night.

“…morning.” He greets sheepishly, hand reaching up to push his disheveled curls out of his face. “I, uh…I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

@emmett-grey

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Victor Hernandez was a bad decision wrapped in way too much sex appeal. Every time Emmett tried to remind himself this was very much a terrible no good very bad idea, he found himself wrapped in the other mans arms kissing him senseless until it was too much to take and they were gasping for air. He was relieving such fantastical dreams when the shrill alarm rang out and jostled him awake.

“But you did, didn’t you?” Emmett hummed, “What day is it? Scratch that what year is it?”

He sat up and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm to see that it was very much a school day. A reminder that two teachers could be the gossip of the town and his parents would be incredibly furious if they were ever to find out about this incredibly stupid decision he had been part of.

But fuck was this stupid decision hot.

“Hell. Fucking hell and shit and ass,” Emmett cursed, standing up and grabbing the Advil he always had sitting on the night stand. He offered some to Victor.

#victor: 001

williamdeuxfois:

The Teachers’ Lounge had been eerily deserted since Todd Harding had skipped town.

Once upon a time William would have loved to have had a single absolutely silent lunch period, a blissful moment to eat and unwind before his energy-always-dialed-to-200% sixth period class. He had yearned for having the opportunity to read, to think, to pour through the books that he was tempted to devour instead of his sad microwaved meal.

But now that the silence had set in, William would have done almost anything to revert it. Their world had already been rocked enough. Why not strive to keep one thing unchanged?

William had just settled in for the forty-five minute block, his eyes flying through the pages as the seconds ticked down on the microwave, when the screech of a chair moving directly across from him caught his attention. He didn’t speak up until he’d finished the page he was on, however.

“Are all of the teachers gathering somewhere else for lunch now? Or are we all simply avoiding each other?”

@emmett-grey

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“I think we’re avoiding each other and the implication of possibly running into a student anywhere, Will,” Emmett replied with a cold laugh, looking around the barren lounge with a sigh. This wasn’t fun at all and at the moment the only thing keeping him going was fun.

Things had been awful for the teachers ever since Casey’s disappearance. There was an air of mistrust towards each other, making a collaborative learning experience impossible. No matter how hard administration tried to set worries at ease it never really worked. Their half hearted smiles only made people more uneasy.

“Promise they’re not just avoiding you. Or maybe they’re avoiding both of us,” he teased. It was something to try and keep the tone light. “How’re classes today?”

Even if some of their colleagues thought William was a bit odd, Emmett was rich and therefore appreciated someone a bit eccentric. Besides that he was dedicated to his work, something rarely seen in small town academia, which was refreshing. Even if he himself was known as the wine uncle teacher.