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valmoraTitle: As Schoolboys from Books
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: R
Characters: Norway/Denmark, incognito Faroe Islands and Australia, cameo by you-know-who
Notes: Originally posted here at the kink meme for this prompt and kindexed here.
Summary: Norway and Denmark as high school teachers.
PSA: Yay protection during sex!
A football whooshes past Axel’s ear and slams into the school’s brick outer wall, bouncing back onto the field, where the students have frozen.
Axel glances up at the classroom window, then shrugs. “Keep playing!” he yells.
The kids relax and start to run again. He tries to frown across the field at Libby and Camille, who are busy in the corner comparing jewelry instead of playing. It doesn’t work.
The window behind him slams open. “Sorensen!” a voice from inside the room yells, “Get your classes away from mine! Unlike you, I’m working!” A pause, heavy breathing from having to yell so loud.
“Sorry,” he says, and looks over his shoulder when the window squeaks.
“You aren’t sorry at all,” accuses the teacher standing there, the love of Axel’s life, the most handsome and wonderful man Axel’s ever seen: Nicholas Andersen, Ph.D, teacher of economics, white-haired and short and carrier of the best insults Axel knows.
“If I get to talk to you? Nope,” Axel says.
Nick slams the window.
The economics classroom is on the way from the gym offices to the staff parking lot, so Axel walks past Nick’s classroom at least twice every day, sometimes more than that. His first year teaching here at Benton North he spent two weeks glancing into Nick’s classroom before he stopped in the doorway one evening to introduce himself. It didn’t go well.
“Hi,” he said, and Nick – though he didn’t know Nick’s name at the time – looked up. “I’m one of the gym teachers – Axel Sorensen – I’m new this year – I see you every day and I thought I’d –”
“You’re the one who can’t keep his class quiet and disrupts me ten minutes into the beginning of every period,” Nick said. “Please try to fix that, Mr. Sorensen – do you keep the slashed o, by the way?”
“Um, no, it’s just a regular o – sorry about bothering you. Guess I don’t even really notice.”
“Try to,” Nick said shortly.
Axel was about to leave when he remembered that he didn’t even know the guy’s name, so he said, “What’s your name?”
“Nicholas Andersen,” Nick said, and stood, walked to the door, nudged Axel aside, and shut the door in his face.
Axel’s been a little in love ever since.
He’s tried asking Nick out – turned down. He’s brought flowers on Valentine’s Day – returned. He’s tried flirting – called out and shot down. He even tried to corner him and confess his feelings – evaded. Nick may not be interested now, two years after they met, but that doesn’t mean Axel's going to stop trying.
Nicholas doesn’t turn around when he hears the wheels on Faye’s chair squeak closer to his desk.
“Heard you yelling at Axel again,” she says. “At least he didn’t break your window?”
“Not for lack of trying.”
Faye pats him on the shoulder. “He means well, you know.”
Nicholas looks over at her with the ice-blank look that quells everyone but Sorensen, and she pulls back a moment.
“I mean,” she says, “He really, really likes you.”
“Which is why I haven’t reported him for sexual harassment,” Nicholas says.
It’s April. The kids are starting to get restless, wanting summer to come but not wanting to study for upcoming final exams. Axel is way overdue for being done coaching tennis, which, don’t get him wrong, he loves, but there’s only so much teenage drama and social posturing he can take before he needs it to stop.
Which gives him an idea.
That Monday morning he pops his head into Nick’s office, wishes him a good day – Nick doesn’t answer, like usual – and goes on.
At the end of the day, he brings painkillers. Nothing serious, just aspirin. Sets them on Nick’s desk.
“You’ve found a new love token,” Nick says. He doesn’t touch the bottle.
“For the headaches you say I give you.”
Nick is silent for a few seconds, then he picks up the bottle with his fingertips. His hands are pale, and long-fingered, as he turns the bottle.
“I accept,” he says.
Axel decides not to press his luck, and so makes his farewells and leaves.
Tuesday through Thursday, he doesn’t even look in Nick’s classroom. He keeps his students quiet in the halls, too.
And is gratified when, Friday during one of the lunch hours, Nick storms into the P.E. department’s office, tears over to Axel’s desk, and yells, “What are you playing at, then!”
Axel blinks up at him and can’t help but smile because this means Nick must want to see him.
“I thought I’d leave you alone because you’ve told me I’m annoying,” he says.
Nick covers his face with his hands. “You idiot,” he says, and peers through his fingers before grabbing Axel by the front of his t-shirt, yanking him half-out of his desk chair, and kissing him.
Someone, probably Bruce, the rugby and water polo coach, wolf-whistles. Nick ends the kiss and drops Axel, who misses the chair and ends up on the floor.
“Guess I’ve really fallen for you, huh,” Axel muses. Nick hmphs, turns, and walks away.
At the end of the day he drops by Nick’s classroom again, without presents or anything else. He asks if Nick is doing anything that night – he isn’t. Would he like to – he wouldn’t, but he will anyway.
Dinner is great, mostly because of the company. Nick insists on going Dutch on it, and Axel doesn’t protest – it’s not that he’s cheap but that he’d hate it if Nick were trying to pay for him.
Nick drives him back to his car in the school parking lot. Axel doesn’t get a proper goodnight kiss – it’s just on the lips, no tongue or anything. Somehow this doesn’t stop him from feeling on top of the world. Even after his next-door neighbors spend the whole night having really loud sex and yelling things like, Yes! and Hard’r!
Things progress pretty fast after that. By mid-May, when exams start, their coworkers have stopped laughing over Nick finally giving in to Axel’s attentions. And Nick has stayed the night at Axel’s house three times, and Axel at Nick’s twice.
In the middle of the third exam day, Axel stops in Nick’s classroom, waiting for him to tidy the room so that they can eat a late lunch. The school isn’t air-conditioned, so Axel is in a t-shirt and shorts and still sweaty, and Nick has taken off his dress shirt to reveal the white t-shirt underneath.
“You ready to get in some air conditioning in the cafeteria?” Axel asks, half-sitting on the student-desk right in front of Nick.
“Not yet,” Nick says, moving a sheet of paper onto a different stack. “I want to finish grading this question before I take a break.”
“How long’ll that be?”
Nick flips through the remaining few pages with his thumb. “Ten minutes.”
So Axel settles down to wait. After five minutes he draws the blinds and sets them so they block all the light. Then he goes to the bathroom, washes his hands, comes back and shuts the door.
Sits a few more minutes while Nick finishes the last paper and gathers all of his things together. Waits until Nick is standing to press close to him and kiss him.
Nick kisses back, like he’s been doing for almost an entire month.
“Say,” Axel whispers, “you want to go hide in the corner and have sex over a desk?”
Nick chokes. “That’s incredibly unprofessional.”
Axel thinks about it a moment. “Well, we can keep the mess down. I have condoms, too, if we need ‘em.”
“We could be fired,” Nick says, but what his tone of voice and the way his weight is shifting into Axel says is Yes.
“Then let’s be fast.” Axel pulls Nick into the back corner of the classroom, where the window in the door can’t see, and fishes in his pockets for condoms and lube – he was kind of hoping for this. Spills Nick’s shirt over the desk and puts the condoms on top. Looks at Nick.
Who unbuckles his own belt, opens his zipper, draws out his half-hard cock.
Axel watches it, marvels at how Nick looks, mostly-covered except there. Black trousers, flushed skin, white shirt.
“Well?” Nick asks.
Axel grins and unzips. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
Nick doesn’t roll his eyes, but he looks like he wants to. “You already have,” he points out, and rocks forward so they touch. Axel pretty much stops thinking right then, at least until Nick freezes.
“If we do this,” he says, manhandling Axel into position, “we’ll be covered in – in – in mess. Not going to work. Here, sit on the desk. Spread your knees.” And he sits in the chair, puts a condom on Axel, bends down, takes him in his mouth.
Nick is way, way better at blow jobs than Axel is. Just – his tongue, everywhere, wet heat, and only enough teeth to make Axel moan but not enough to really hurt. Nick always knows just how far down to go, and how to vary his rhythm –
Axel used to be proud of his stamina, until he started having sex with Nick.
Nick sits back, wipes spit off his chin, and looks up at Axel, who interprets that particular blank look as Well, very soon that condom isn’t going to fit, and then it’ll make a mess, so he takes it off, tosses it in the trash, and switches places with Nick.
Who apparently really liked giving head. Axel will try to remember that, but first, he has an orgasm to give.
It’s not that he’s all that good at giving blow jobs, but that Nick is really responsive, soft quick breathing and fingers twitching, and the shift of his hips deeper into his mouth. He comes quietly, tense and then relaxed, hands gently carding through Axel’s hair.
“That was nice,” Nick says, when he’s zipping himself up.
Axel grins, throws an arm around Nick’s shoulders. “Had better keep you through the rest of the day, unless you want another go this afternoon –”
Nick raises an eyebrow without actually moving. “Does that mean I get to bend you over a desk tomorrow?”
Axel blinks. Feels – yeah, okay.
“Whatever you want,” he says, and grins.
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: R
Characters: Norway/Denmark, incognito Faroe Islands and Australia, cameo by you-know-who
Notes: Originally posted here at the kink meme for this prompt and kindexed here.
Summary: Norway and Denmark as high school teachers.
PSA: Yay protection during sex!
A football whooshes past Axel’s ear and slams into the school’s brick outer wall, bouncing back onto the field, where the students have frozen.
Axel glances up at the classroom window, then shrugs. “Keep playing!” he yells.
The kids relax and start to run again. He tries to frown across the field at Libby and Camille, who are busy in the corner comparing jewelry instead of playing. It doesn’t work.
The window behind him slams open. “Sorensen!” a voice from inside the room yells, “Get your classes away from mine! Unlike you, I’m working!” A pause, heavy breathing from having to yell so loud.
“Sorry,” he says, and looks over his shoulder when the window squeaks.
“You aren’t sorry at all,” accuses the teacher standing there, the love of Axel’s life, the most handsome and wonderful man Axel’s ever seen: Nicholas Andersen, Ph.D, teacher of economics, white-haired and short and carrier of the best insults Axel knows.
“If I get to talk to you? Nope,” Axel says.
Nick slams the window.
The economics classroom is on the way from the gym offices to the staff parking lot, so Axel walks past Nick’s classroom at least twice every day, sometimes more than that. His first year teaching here at Benton North he spent two weeks glancing into Nick’s classroom before he stopped in the doorway one evening to introduce himself. It didn’t go well.
“Hi,” he said, and Nick – though he didn’t know Nick’s name at the time – looked up. “I’m one of the gym teachers – Axel Sorensen – I’m new this year – I see you every day and I thought I’d –”
“You’re the one who can’t keep his class quiet and disrupts me ten minutes into the beginning of every period,” Nick said. “Please try to fix that, Mr. Sorensen – do you keep the slashed o, by the way?”
“Um, no, it’s just a regular o – sorry about bothering you. Guess I don’t even really notice.”
“Try to,” Nick said shortly.
Axel was about to leave when he remembered that he didn’t even know the guy’s name, so he said, “What’s your name?”
“Nicholas Andersen,” Nick said, and stood, walked to the door, nudged Axel aside, and shut the door in his face.
Axel’s been a little in love ever since.
He’s tried asking Nick out – turned down. He’s brought flowers on Valentine’s Day – returned. He’s tried flirting – called out and shot down. He even tried to corner him and confess his feelings – evaded. Nick may not be interested now, two years after they met, but that doesn’t mean Axel's going to stop trying.
Nicholas doesn’t turn around when he hears the wheels on Faye’s chair squeak closer to his desk.
“Heard you yelling at Axel again,” she says. “At least he didn’t break your window?”
“Not for lack of trying.”
Faye pats him on the shoulder. “He means well, you know.”
Nicholas looks over at her with the ice-blank look that quells everyone but Sorensen, and she pulls back a moment.
“I mean,” she says, “He really, really likes you.”
“Which is why I haven’t reported him for sexual harassment,” Nicholas says.
It’s April. The kids are starting to get restless, wanting summer to come but not wanting to study for upcoming final exams. Axel is way overdue for being done coaching tennis, which, don’t get him wrong, he loves, but there’s only so much teenage drama and social posturing he can take before he needs it to stop.
Which gives him an idea.
That Monday morning he pops his head into Nick’s office, wishes him a good day – Nick doesn’t answer, like usual – and goes on.
At the end of the day, he brings painkillers. Nothing serious, just aspirin. Sets them on Nick’s desk.
“You’ve found a new love token,” Nick says. He doesn’t touch the bottle.
“For the headaches you say I give you.”
Nick is silent for a few seconds, then he picks up the bottle with his fingertips. His hands are pale, and long-fingered, as he turns the bottle.
“I accept,” he says.
Axel decides not to press his luck, and so makes his farewells and leaves.
Tuesday through Thursday, he doesn’t even look in Nick’s classroom. He keeps his students quiet in the halls, too.
And is gratified when, Friday during one of the lunch hours, Nick storms into the P.E. department’s office, tears over to Axel’s desk, and yells, “What are you playing at, then!”
Axel blinks up at him and can’t help but smile because this means Nick must want to see him.
“I thought I’d leave you alone because you’ve told me I’m annoying,” he says.
Nick covers his face with his hands. “You idiot,” he says, and peers through his fingers before grabbing Axel by the front of his t-shirt, yanking him half-out of his desk chair, and kissing him.
Someone, probably Bruce, the rugby and water polo coach, wolf-whistles. Nick ends the kiss and drops Axel, who misses the chair and ends up on the floor.
“Guess I’ve really fallen for you, huh,” Axel muses. Nick hmphs, turns, and walks away.
At the end of the day he drops by Nick’s classroom again, without presents or anything else. He asks if Nick is doing anything that night – he isn’t. Would he like to – he wouldn’t, but he will anyway.
Dinner is great, mostly because of the company. Nick insists on going Dutch on it, and Axel doesn’t protest – it’s not that he’s cheap but that he’d hate it if Nick were trying to pay for him.
Nick drives him back to his car in the school parking lot. Axel doesn’t get a proper goodnight kiss – it’s just on the lips, no tongue or anything. Somehow this doesn’t stop him from feeling on top of the world. Even after his next-door neighbors spend the whole night having really loud sex and yelling things like, Yes! and Hard’r!
Things progress pretty fast after that. By mid-May, when exams start, their coworkers have stopped laughing over Nick finally giving in to Axel’s attentions. And Nick has stayed the night at Axel’s house three times, and Axel at Nick’s twice.
In the middle of the third exam day, Axel stops in Nick’s classroom, waiting for him to tidy the room so that they can eat a late lunch. The school isn’t air-conditioned, so Axel is in a t-shirt and shorts and still sweaty, and Nick has taken off his dress shirt to reveal the white t-shirt underneath.
“You ready to get in some air conditioning in the cafeteria?” Axel asks, half-sitting on the student-desk right in front of Nick.
“Not yet,” Nick says, moving a sheet of paper onto a different stack. “I want to finish grading this question before I take a break.”
“How long’ll that be?”
Nick flips through the remaining few pages with his thumb. “Ten minutes.”
So Axel settles down to wait. After five minutes he draws the blinds and sets them so they block all the light. Then he goes to the bathroom, washes his hands, comes back and shuts the door.
Sits a few more minutes while Nick finishes the last paper and gathers all of his things together. Waits until Nick is standing to press close to him and kiss him.
Nick kisses back, like he’s been doing for almost an entire month.
“Say,” Axel whispers, “you want to go hide in the corner and have sex over a desk?”
Nick chokes. “That’s incredibly unprofessional.”
Axel thinks about it a moment. “Well, we can keep the mess down. I have condoms, too, if we need ‘em.”
“We could be fired,” Nick says, but what his tone of voice and the way his weight is shifting into Axel says is Yes.
“Then let’s be fast.” Axel pulls Nick into the back corner of the classroom, where the window in the door can’t see, and fishes in his pockets for condoms and lube – he was kind of hoping for this. Spills Nick’s shirt over the desk and puts the condoms on top. Looks at Nick.
Who unbuckles his own belt, opens his zipper, draws out his half-hard cock.
Axel watches it, marvels at how Nick looks, mostly-covered except there. Black trousers, flushed skin, white shirt.
“Well?” Nick asks.
Axel grins and unzips. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
Nick doesn’t roll his eyes, but he looks like he wants to. “You already have,” he points out, and rocks forward so they touch. Axel pretty much stops thinking right then, at least until Nick freezes.
“If we do this,” he says, manhandling Axel into position, “we’ll be covered in – in – in mess. Not going to work. Here, sit on the desk. Spread your knees.” And he sits in the chair, puts a condom on Axel, bends down, takes him in his mouth.
Nick is way, way better at blow jobs than Axel is. Just – his tongue, everywhere, wet heat, and only enough teeth to make Axel moan but not enough to really hurt. Nick always knows just how far down to go, and how to vary his rhythm –
Axel used to be proud of his stamina, until he started having sex with Nick.
Nick sits back, wipes spit off his chin, and looks up at Axel, who interprets that particular blank look as Well, very soon that condom isn’t going to fit, and then it’ll make a mess, so he takes it off, tosses it in the trash, and switches places with Nick.
Who apparently really liked giving head. Axel will try to remember that, but first, he has an orgasm to give.
It’s not that he’s all that good at giving blow jobs, but that Nick is really responsive, soft quick breathing and fingers twitching, and the shift of his hips deeper into his mouth. He comes quietly, tense and then relaxed, hands gently carding through Axel’s hair.
“That was nice,” Nick says, when he’s zipping himself up.
Axel grins, throws an arm around Nick’s shoulders. “Had better keep you through the rest of the day, unless you want another go this afternoon –”
Nick raises an eyebrow without actually moving. “Does that mean I get to bend you over a desk tomorrow?”
Axel blinks. Feels – yeah, okay.
“Whatever you want,” he says, and grins.
