Late for French

Oliver POV

"Oliver these are astonishing." Miss Snow preaches as she looks through the number of portraits of Lynn I sketched over the weekend.

"Err, thanks." I shrug, not really thinking my drawings were a big deal.

I was in Art class and I hadn't done a single piece of course work for this lesson since school had started, until now.

Since Mr Franceschi had given me his phone number last Friday I've been doing everything in my power not to pick up the phone and harass him. Just knowing I had his number stored in my phone I had the constant urge to text him. Call him. Anything. I just needed to contact him through my phone with high hopes he would response back and acknowledges my existence outside of school. But I managed to reframe embarrassing myself and hung out at Lynn's all weekend and ended up drawing a load of portraits of her to keep my mind distracted instead.

I guess it benefitted in some way because the work got me out of not getting detention for turning up with an empty sketchbook. Miss Snow was a sweet, shy teacher who had her heart in the right place and would shower any student with positive comments and preach about how important self love is. She was kind of a hippie but a cool one who rarely gave out detentions.

"Seriously Oliver, these are amazing."

I liked drawing a lot, in fact Art was my favourite subject but I was just lazy and never did the work.

I watched as Miss Snow flipped through the numerous portraits of Lynn, they were all of her, well I thought they were until Miss Snow came across a portrait of Mr Franceschi.

"Oh wow, it looks just like him. It even has his eyes." She's says in amazement as she studies the portrait closely.

I may have forgotten that I had sketched a couple of portraits of Mr Franceschi last week. When I have to go to group detention instead of having one to one with him, he tells us to get on with school work and that day I just found myself wanting to draw him, so I did.

"You can see, no, feel the passion that you've put into this portrait." She says, not taking her big pixie like eyes away from the paper.

I snort at her over enthusiasm.

"You mean the passion of hatred I have towards my French teacher?" I sassed causing her to frown at the word hate.

I had to play it cool. I had to make out as if I absolutely hated him so no one would get suspicious or find out that I had a secret crush on him or that we've been having a student teacher affair, sort of.

"Well, yes. Hatred is a form of passion and it shows in your work."

I just stood there awkwardly not really knowing how to response. Yeah, I liked art but I wasn't into all the deep shit behind it.

"I would like you to take part of the art exhibition I'm hosting at the end of the month Oliver."

I stare back at her in shock.

"What? But you've already selected the six students you wanted to take part in it."

"Yes, I have but it's my show and I suppose I can bend the rules a little and add another student. A talented student who I believe should have their work notice by many others."

My eyes light up as she hinted to make me the seventh student in her art show. No one has given me an opportunity like this before, teachers usually don't bother wasting their time on me because they knew I wasn't worth it.

"Only if this student is going to step up his game and actually do the work which is needed for the show and work hard for it." she hints, knowing about my laziness.

"You really think I'm good enough for it?" I ask her in a doubtful voice and her pixie eyes exband even larger.

"Good enough? Oliver, you have remarkable talent that I haven't seen in a young student in such a long time." she tells me.

Usually I thought being a part of any after school activity was for losers but as Miss Snow greatly stated that I had a rare talent, I couldn't help but think why not give it ago? If I was as good like she makes out I am, I might as well give this show a shot and boost up my grade in the process.

"Alright. I'll do it." I nod in agreement and she smiles.

"Please don't let me down Oliver, I'm going out on a limb here because I know you have potential in this subject. You should really think about applying to some Art colleges after you finish school."

I was shocked at her suggestion about attending Art College because to be honest, I had no interested of going to college after taking my GCSE's but, now the idea had me thinking about it.

Miss Snow explained everything I had to do to prepare for the art exhibition at the end of the month and gave me a copy of the leaflet which advertise the show which now had my name added to the bottom of it.

Okay I'm not gonna lie but I may have been acting way too smug like for Lynn's liking that I've been given this rare opportunity.

"I can't believe Miss Snow added you to the art show." Lynn pouted.

"Why? Afraid of the new competition?" I tease as we walked out of Art class.

"No!" she snaps back causing me to burst out laughing.

Lynn was one of the already selected students to be a part of the show and now I was just winding her up because it was just too easy. She knew I didn't deserve it because she knew more than anyone just how lazy I was and shouldn't have been offered this opportunity on a silver plate basically.

We were on our way to lunch but as we were walking down the second flight of stairs I had this sudden urge to want to tell Mr Franceschi about my news. I know he would be pleased to hear that I'm making an effort with school and also because I've been dying to see him again since Friday.

I just had to think of an excuse to tell Lynn.

"Err, I have homework I need to hand into Mr Franceschi before lunch, so I guess I'll meet you and Jordan in the lunch hall." I say stepping backwards into the corridor.

"Jordan has detention because you forgot to give him his English homework." she scolds.

"Oops." I say scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

"Yeah 'Oops'. You know how strict his parents are Oli, he's going to get a lot of shit for this."

"I know I'm sorry, I just forgot okay. Look, just go to the lunch hall and I'll meet you down there, I won't be long."

"I'm not gonna sit by myself Oli." Her scold hardens at me but I just needed to get rid of her so I could talk to Mr Franceschi alone.

"Just go talk to that Brian guy you sit next to in English and I'll come find you."

"Fine, whatever." She sulks and walks off down the stairs.

Finally she was gone and I was quick to turn on my heel and head down the end of the corridor to Mr Franceschi's class room.

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The door was already open and my eyes did a quick search of the classroom to make sure it was empty, which it was. I bring my attention back to Mr Franceschi who hadn't notice me yet. He was sat at his desk marking papers whilst I stood in the door way, creepily staring at him longingly. I definitely had a stupid school boy crush on him but how could I not when he looked so damn hot whilst he was concentrating.

I shake my head from my embarrassing thoughts and quickly looked both ways to check that the corridor was clear. Most students had already gone off for lunch already, so I was safe to enter. I confidently walked over to his desk causing Mr Franceschi to lift his head as he notices me and place myself comfortably in his lap.

His eyes grow wide when I place my legs either side of him and bite my lip.

"Oliver-"

"Don't worry, the coast is clear." I smile cheekily as he looks towards the door.

I was taking a big risk by leaving the door open and positioning myself on him like this. But I was in a too good of mood to care right now and just wanted to be close to him and share my happiness with him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to mine. I wanted to be right up and personal so his attention wouldn't wonder elsewhere.

"You're in a good mood today." He says, smiling down at me once he knew were alone.

"Am I?" I flirted, tilting my head to the side to appear innocent.

My gaze flickers down to his lips and my teenage hormones can't help but fantasises how much I wanted to feel them push up against mine own. He still hadn't kissed me yet. It was driving me insane because he secretly knew how much I wanted to kiss him. I don't think I've ever been discreet about it either, but all I seem to think about these days is what it would feel like kissing him.

I bet he was a good kisser. He always enjoyed tauntingme by lingering his lips close enough to mine that I could almost taste thembut, pull them away the second he sees me give in to temptation. I was thirstyfor him. Desperate to taste his maturity against my not so innocent taste buds.

I craved an older man, no scrap that. I craved Mr Franceschi and Mr Franceschi only. An older man who was far more experience in this category than I was. An older man who could take control and do things to my body that no other school boy could accomplish. I bet he was dominate and demanding and kissed like no other. I bet he tasted like a dream. A dream I never wanted to wake up from and just stay cosily in bed with this hunk of a man.

I feel him place his hands on my hips and squeezes them lightly causing me to let go of my lip I was subconsciously biting down on and let out a small gasp. I hadn't realise I zoned out and was staring at his lips the whole time. I feel my cheeks burn up in embarrassment and I looked away from him quickly, feeling stupid he had caught me fantasising.

He chuckles in amusement but I was thankful that he changed the subject.

"Would you care to share?"

I furrowed my brows for a second, before it clicked in my mind that he was asking what had made me so happy before I got distracted...

I reach down into my blazer pocket and take out the leaflet Miss Snow had given to me.

"What's this?" he asks as he takes the leaflet from me.

"Look at the list of names at the bottom."

The names were in alphabetical order and as my last name started with an S, I was the last one on the list.

I watched as his eyes trail down to the bottom of the leaflet. If I was doing well in other classes as well as his, then I'm sure this would encourage him to reward me more so? Hopefully with a kiss? Or a hot make out session? Or better yet, have his way with me on his desk right here and now with the door wide open. Or was I getting too far ahead of myself?

"You're a part of the upcoming art show?" he questions in surprise.

"Yep. Miss Snow said I have a rare talent she hasn't seen in a long time." I stated proudly.

"Oh really? You'll have to show me your work some time."

"Come along to the show and see for yourself."

I wasn't going to tell him that he was going to be part of my final piece. I think I'll leave it to the night of the show and surprise him instead.

"Is that a personal invite, Oliver?" Mr Franceschi cocks up a brow followed with a playful smirk on his lips.

I was playing with fire with this man but I loved a challenge to a dangerous game. And that smirk which was plastered on his face along with the lust in his eyes only added fuel to the fire.

"Oh yes, it also includes VIP access as well."

I took a hold of both of his wrists which were still resting on my hips and perched them on my bum. I glanced up and sent him a devilish smirk that read I was up to no good but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, Mr Franceschi returned with an even bigger smirk as he squeezed my ass tightly in his hands making me moan in response.

I lean into his chest and rest my head against his shoulder as I started drawing circles onto his shirt with my finger. I glance up with seductive eyes with my bottom lip caught in between my teeth as an act to seduce him.

"I'll think you'd be quiet impressed at what the VIP access has to offer, Sir."

I linger my lips close to his neck, enough that my breath was tickling his skin. Hoping this technique would have the same affect on him as it does on me. He breathes deeply out of his nose as he tries to reframe himself from giving in so easily to me. I smile widely to myself.

"Oh? And what exactly will be on offer?" he asks.

I slowly press my lips to his neck lightly and seductively, earning a deep hum from his throat. I pull away just enough that my lips were still attached to his neck but I had room to move my lips to speak.

It was my turn to tease him and oh, how I was loving every second of it.

"Any." I started and began kissing my way up his neck.

"Part." I whispered against his hot skin.

Kiss.

"Of."

Kiss.

"Me."

Kiss.

"As."

Kiss.

"You."

Kiss.

"Please." I whispered tauntingly as I purposely drag my bottom lip up the top of his neck and nipped at his jaw line.

"Oliver." He warns in a raspy tone.

I smile against his skin proud of my achievement. I was slowly breaking him, unravelling him in the same way he did to me but I had no intentions of stopping. I was going to follow this through until we were both completely out of breath and beyond satisfied panting on top of his desk.

You could say I was a little desperate to seduce my teacher and for a moment I thought my charm was finally breaking him. I knew I was stepping way out of line here and this sort of behaviour would most definitely get me into trouble for ignoring his warning and most likely earn a hard spanking from Mr Franceschi himself. But that thought only encourage me to continue.

I glance up at my teacher to see his eyes were shut closed as he tried to steady his breathing and I couldn't help but smile widely. I took it upon myself to act further, and took his right hand away from my bum which caused him to flutter his eyes open as I placed his fingers tips against my lips. He then sent a lustful but almost agonised glance my way and I knew I was close to having him as putty in my hand.

I laugh softly before kissing the tips of his fingers without breaking any eye contact with him. His eyes were captivated on mine as he watched me intently.

"You could have these lips against yours." I whisper as I lightly guide his fingers down away from my mouth.

He swallows hard as I push his hand agonisingly slow down my chest along my school tie.

"Have my body pushed up against your own." I tell him and bit down on my lower lip which made him lick his lips hungrily.

I continued pulling his hand further down south of my body.

"But most importantly,"

I trail his hand down to the front of my trousers and push his hand down onto my crotch to add pressure to my aching cock.

All this sexy talk and teasing had gotten me all worked up but I was going to use it to my advantage. I was acting way over confident right now but I've discovered a whole new side of me which I seem to rather like a lot.

"Have this in any way that you like." I gasp when I thrust my hips up into Mr Franceschi's limp hand.

His blue eyes darken and he shoots me another warning glare but I choose to ignore it and continue thrusting my hips up into his hand to try to persuade him to touch me willing. I was being such an eager slut right now but I honestly didn't care.

"Come on Sir, I know you want it." I tease and I notice him clench his jaw.

I was letting out little faint gasps hoping the sounds of my moans would be enough to push him over the edge. I absolutely loved being in control and watching my teacher try so hard to resist me was heaven but then, he really did take me by surprise as I felt a tightening grip around me.

I glance down into my lap and see his hand wrapped around me and squeezing me through my trousers harshly. I gasp loudly in shock as well as pleasure and flicker my gaze back up at his.

A wicked smile flashes a cross my lips when I realise Mr Franceschi had finally snapped.

"Oh!" I moan and rock myself up against him more forcibly and grabbed hold of his shoulder for support.

He abruptly picks me up out of his lap and pushes me harshly down onto his desk on my back. My eyes were wide with excitement as I feel the adrenaline shoot through my veins.

I was smiling ear from ear as he pins my hands either side of my head on the desk and thrust his hips up against my own causing me to moan out lot loud.

I was finally getting what I've always wanted from him and all this teasing was killing me. I could feel him against my own hard on and it was turning me into an eager needy whore that was desperate to have him. He was big and hard and I couldn't stop thinking about how much I just needed him inside me.

"You are a naughty little slut, you know that?!" he growls into my ear causing me to shiver in pleasure.

"You have absolutely no idea what I have planned for you but let me tell you Oliver, that I plan on teasing the fuck out of you agonising slow that you will be on your knees begging me to fuck you so hard over my desk that you won't be able to walk to school tomorrow." He growls again, dragging his teeth along my neck, the hairs on his beard tickling my sensitive skin.

I moan at the inappropriate dirty talk that I so happen to find irresistible. I was panting in anticipation as I stare up at him with my wanting lust filled eyes. Waiting for my teacher to pleasure me in all the ways he had hinted.

"Now, you be a good little bo-" his sentence is cut off when we hear footsteps approaching the class room.

Our eyes connect and both widen with fear when we realise we were about to be caught in the act.

I feel the blood drain from my face but that's when it happened all so fast.

One second Mr Franceschi was on top of me and the next he was as far away from me as possible.

It took me a couple of seconds to register what was going on until it finally sunk in that someone was about to enter the class room and witness me lying across my teachers desk.

I sit up instantly, my hands automatically going to my shirt to straighten it out shakily.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a silhouette of a teacher appear in the door way of the class room and my hands shoot into my lap to cover up my aching bulge that was more than obvious in these stupid tight school trousers. I had no time to even get off of the desk and sort it out or to calm down the burning blush which has no doubtingly stained my cheeks a dark pink.

"Josh, do you want to catch some lunch- Oh sorry, I didn't realise you had detention duty this lunch time."

I hadn't been more relief to hear Mr Fuentes voice. Any other teacher I would have been scared shitless but Mr Fuentes however, was a laid back teacher who I hoped didn't suspect a single thing from us.

My racing out of control heart rate had slowed down enough for me to face Mr Fuentes.

"Hey Mr F." I tried greeting him casually but maybe it sounded a bit too over enthusiastic to see a teacher on my lunch break.

He frowns as his eyes land on me and looks me up and down which caused my heart to races with anxiety once again. Fuck, he didn't suspect anything, did he? Was my hair a mess? Did he notice my raging hard on I was greatly trying to hide from him? Fuck, he knows something!

"Oli, get down from there, I'm sure Mr Franceschi doesn't appreciate you sitting on top of his desk and crumbling up other students work." He scolds and I let out a big sigh of relief.

Oh Mr Fuentes, if only you knew that Mr Franceschi doesn't mind me sitting on top of his desk at all, in fact he much prefers me bent over it while he spanks me or just like a second ago, likes to have me pinned down helplessly on to it. I had to control the smirk which was trying to push their way up on the corners of my lips because the innocence of poor Mr Fuentes was just too funny.

I couldn't let him get suspicious though, so I put on my usual bad boy attitude and obeyed what he said. I stepped down from the desk with a huff and a roll of my eyes to act bothered.

Mr Franceschi who had been silent the entire time Mr Fuentes had entered the class room had his back to us as he wrote on the board a couple of sentences in French with a piece of chalk. I assume he did this to make himself look like he was preparing for his next lesson and not fooling around with his underage French student.

He finally turns to face us with his features back to professional teacher mode which kind of annoyed me in some way but, it was brilliant how he could cover up his tracks so convincingly the way he did.

"So, you're not free?" Mr Fuentes asks.

"I am. Oliver here was just leaving." He says picking up his leather jacket from the back of his chair.

I furrow my brows together upset that we couldn't continue what we started but there's was no way we could now after almost being caught.

"Don't forget your homework for next lesson." He tells me glancing at me for the first time Mr Fuentes had entered.

The lustful look from before had disappeared and the look in his eyes now were serious and dull. I guess I had to play along with the school student hating on the teacher role just to cover our asses up.

"Whatever." I huffed in a fake annoyed tone and grabbed my bag before marching out of the classroom.

I headed down the corridor to meet Lynn in the lunch hall who was probably pissed that I took so long "talking" to Mr Franceschi.

I was super annoyed that Mr Fuentes had ruined what me and Mr Franceschi was in the middle of, it was about to turn into something incredibly hot and amazing but nope, he had to ruin the desperate needs of a teenage boy. Yet, on the other hand I was smiling from ear to ear because I couldn't believe what had happened in that class room between Mr Franceschi and I. Despite nearly getting caught I couldn't stop smiling or ignore the fluttering feeling stirring up in the pit of my stomach.