Dork

Dork Chapter Thirteen: Blaine's Submission

Blaine walked pass the empty cafeteria and into the art hall. He reached Fang's class and heard Fang arguing with Principal Masur. Blaine stopped at the door and just watched and listened to the argument.

"But you can't do this to these kids! For a lot of them, this is all they have!" Fang yelled.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chau, but it simply costs too much to support the Art's Program. There are far better uses for the money."

"How much money do you need to fund the Art's Program? I'll pay you whatever amount required."

"It's 10,000 dollars to cover the supplies for your painters and such, updating the technology and programs for your photography kids, and other expenses like trips. I highly doubt you have that kind of money lying around, Mr. Chau."

"Ten grand?"

"Yes, now unless you can find someone to sponsor the Art's Program we offer or raise the money by August, I'm going to have to take away the Art's Program starting in September."

"I'll find a way, Principal Masur. You can count on it," Fang said determined.

"Well then, good luck to you," Principal Masur said.

Principal Masur swung the door open and whacked Riley across his face.

"Ow!" Blaine yelled rubbing his forehead.

"Oh sorry, Mr. Argiris," Principal Masur exclaimed as he walked towards his office.

"You okay, Fang?" Blaine asked still rubbing his forehead.

"Eavesdropping, are we?" Fang asked taking his seat. "Class doesn't start in another hour. What are you doing here so early?"

"I just wanted to see you, that's all. I didn't expect to see you yelling at Masur though. I don't think I've ever seen anyone yell at him since he's well--Masur. I think you're the first."

"Well I'm not proud of it. I don't like yelling at others, it doesn't solve anything. I guess you heard about the Art's Program. Good thing you're a senior this year, it doesn't affect you."

"I know right?" Blaine laughed.

Fang rolled his eyes and turned on his computer. Blaine took Fang's signal of annoyance and hopped onto the edge of his black metal desk. Fang looked at him and Blaine just grinned at him.

"You know, I can get my mom to sponsor the Art's Program. She's a big fan of the arts. She's the one that got me into art. She took me to local art galleries when I was younger."

"Good for you and no, I'm not taking your money."

"But my mom would definitely sponsor the arts. Didn't Masur say that if you got a sponsor, that'd it would solve the problem?"

"I'm going to solve the problem on my own. Don't worry so much."

"I worry because ten grand is a lot for people like you."

"People like me? And what does that mean? People that aren't born into money?" Fang asked getting off of his chair.

"I-I didn't mean it like that Fang, I--."

"It's Mr. Chau from now on Blaine."

"You can't be serious, Fang--."

"Do you want detention, Mr. Argiris?" Fang asked glaring at him.

"Anything to spend more time with you," Blaine smiled as he thought to himself.

"Mr. Argiris? Are you listening to--," Fang immediately stopped talking when he saw Blaine's cock pointing at full attention towards him in his grey sweat pants. Fang blushed as he became flustered with Blaine's tent. Fang walked back to his desk and sat down to hide his obvious tent as well. "I'll see you in detention, Blaine. Now leave until class starts!"

"But--."

"Go!" Fang yelled pointing at the door still flustered.

Blaine walked out of the door and quietly closed it. He leaned against the door and realized that he had detention with his favorite teacher at the end of the day. He walked through the art's hall and noticed that a lot of the girls were giving him strange looks. He didn't mind it and just brushed it off as a sign of admiration. He walked into the full cafeteria and walked towards his brother's lunch table. Right when he got to the table, he stretched his back away from the group and his tent was right in front of Riley. Riley's eyes widened and was about to grab Blaine's tent right when Declan punched his side. Riley crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap as Blaine twisted his back left and right, his cock just teasing or in Riley's case torturing him. Declan put his head down and kicked Ryan under the table.

"Ow! Declan, what the fuck!" Ryan yelled rubbing his shin.

"What are you guys up to?" Blaine asked still oblivious of his tent.

"Just make him stop!" Riley yelled.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked. "You look like you saw--well a ghost."

"Believe me, I've seen much worst. It's just that there's a really big monster in front of me that I would love to take care of myself, but your brother here won't let me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ryan, please just take care of it!" Declan said with his head down on the table.

"Why me?" Ryan yelled.

"Just do it! I can't do it, I'm his brother and it's already too weird. And Riley is just going to be whore as always!"

"I can't help it!" Riley yelled. "I'm a free man and this free man is going to pounce on your brother if something isn't done about you know what soon!"

Ryan sighed, got up and grabbed Blaine.

"I know we're not friends, Blaine. But please just sit down before anything else happens, please!"

"What's wrong with you guys?" Blaine asked pulling out a chair.

"Please just sit down!" Ryan said pushing Blaine into his seat. "Now look down."

"What? Why?"

"No more questions, just do as your told!" Ryan screeched.

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed. He sighed and looked down at his crotch. His hands immediately pushed down his crotch and looked to his right and saw Riley looking directly at his cock.

"Dude, what the fuck. Why didn't you guys tell me?" Blaine asked. "Did I have this the entire time?"

"You had it when you got here, that's all I know. How do you not know that you dick is poking through your sweats?"

"I-I guess my mind was elsewhere," Blaine said. "Shit that means Fang saw it first! I need to stop thinking about him when I have sweats on."

Ryan, Declan, and Riley quickly turned their heads to Blaine as they heard his words about Fang.

"You think about my brother often?"

"Blaine?" Declan asked.

"Fuck, did I say that out loud?" Blaine panicked.

"So you are fucking with Fang!" Riley yelled.

"Shut up, Riley!" Blaine yelled covering his mouth. Blaine's cock bounced right back up and Riley's eyes darted straight to it. "Quit staring at my cock, Riley!"

Riley pulled Blaine's hands off of his mouth and got up and left.

"Great, thanks for scaring off Riley," Declan said leaving and chasing after Riley.

Ryan and Blaine sat at the table for a few more minutes until Ryan got up and sat on top of the table. Blaine's cock had softened after Riley and Declan stormed off.

"If you really like my brother, I think you should tell him. He doesn't like secrets," Ryan said.

"If that's true then have you told him that I bullied you for three years and I only stopped bullying you because of Declan?" Blaine said looking at the tabletop.

"No, I was hoping that we could just forget that ever happened."

"I don't think that's going to happen. He's bound to find out sooner or later and when he does, he's going to kick my ass."

"I don't think Fang would do that, I for one think he likes you the same way you do."

"Y-You really think so? You're not fucking with me, right?"

"He talks about you nonstop at home and you're the only person he ever hangs out with. So unless he just admires you as a friend, I'm pretty sure I'm right."

"What does he say about me?"

"Just that you're a fantastic artist basically and that he likes having you around."

"Okay at first I thought just friends but now I think I actually have a chance with your brother. But he won't let me call him by his first name anymore; he insists that I call him Mr. Chau."

"Why?"

"I kind of--you know what? Let's not get into that right now. I'm gonna just go back to class and talk with your brother."

Ryan looked at his digital wristwatch and noticed that there was still forty-five minutes left till his class started. Blaine got up and patted Ryan on top of his head. As Blaine left for the art hall again, Ryan took out his phone and called Declan.

"Come on, pick up up up!"

"Do you realize that when the dial tone stops that either means the person has answered the phone or you've been redirected to voicemail?" Declan said over the phone.

"Oh right, sorry," Ryan laughed.

"So what is it? I'm sort of handling the Riley prob--."

"I am not a problem! I just like cock, that's all!" Riley yelled through the phone. "Now unzip your pants and let me suck you off!"

"Declan, where are you?" Ryan asked irritated.

"Don't you dare tell him, Declan! Your cock is mine!"

"I'm in the locker rooms," Declan said annoyed. Don't worry about Riley, I already texted Emilio. I'm sure the class slut will take care of Riley."

"Okay, well when Emilio gets there can you meet me in the art's hall?"

"Gotcha."

Blaine barged into Fang's empty class and caught Fang off guard pleasuring himself behind his desk. Fang quickly zipped up his black slacks and buttoned his shirt. Fang stood up with his back away from Blaine as he heavily panted.

"W-What are you d-doing here? I thought I told you to not c-c-come back till class starts," Fang said pushing his cock down.

"I wanted to apologize, I'll just go--."

"No wait!"

Fang turned around, jumped over his desk, and pushed Blaine against the wall adjacent to the door. With his free hand, he closed and locked the door. Fang gazed into Blaine's eyes heavily panting. Blaine suddenly became flustered and turned his head away from Fang's gaze.

"Mr. C-Chau, I'm sorry."

"For getting a boner right in front of me?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be, I was getting off to that."

"Y-You were?"

Fang grabbed Blaine's left hand and placed it on his throbbing crotch. Blaine slowly rubbed Fang's crotch while Fang sucked on Blaine's neck. With his hands, Fang tore Blaine's shirt open revealing his broad hairy chest. Starting from Blaine's neck, Fang kissed his way onto Blaine's chest and played with his nipples with his hands. Blaine looked to the ceiling and ripped Fang's slacks off, his cock rubbing against Blaine's right thigh. Blaine moved straight to Fang's button up and tore that one off as well, buttons flying in every direction. Fang's scar seemed blurry to Blaine but he paid no attention to it, instead he pulled down his sweats and carried him. Blaine positioned his leaking cock against Fang's tight hole as Fang began to lower himself onto Blaine's eleven and a half-inch cock.

"B-Blaine--."

"Shush, I'm almost there."

"Blaine, did you just shush me?"

Blaine snapped back into reality and noticed Fang staring at him. Blaine looked down and noticed that his cock was pointing towards Fang again but this time he was leaking pre-cum. Blaine quickly turned around and walked to his drawing station. Thankfully for him, his station blocked his view from Fang. He leaned to the side and noticed that Fang was staring directly at him. He leaned back into his wooden stool, and looked at his sketchpad.

"Geez, what is up with this kid," Fang thought. "Okay sure he's sexy for his age but it's just not right! I'm his fucking teacher! I can't get involve with my student!"

Fang leaned to the side to see that Blaine's sweats were at his ankles. He slowly leaned back into his seat and then just looked at his computer screen. He easily bypassed the school's security system and logged into the underground social networking program, Social Destiny. He clicked on his solitaire game. Time flew by as Fang continued to beat his high score after each game, making him extremely bored. He leaned to the side again and saw that Blaine's sweats were still at his ankles. Fang rolled his eyes and walked toward Blaine.

"Blaine, I'm going to have to ask you to pull up your--."

Strings of cum landed across Fang's face and a few shots shot into his mouth. Blaine took off his ear buds and sighed. In his peripheral vision, he saw someone standing right next to him. Blaine slowly turned and noticed black slacks and a navy blue button up shirt. He looked up and saw Fang covered in his cum. Blaine stunned, pulled up his sweats, and rushed to the sink, grabbed a clean white towel rag, and rushed back to Fang wiping off his cum off of Fang. When Blaine got to his mouth, Fang shut his mouth and swallowed. Fang lifted Blaine from his thighs, slammed him against the collage wall, and kissed him.

Fang then quickly let go of Blaine and as he was about to go to his desk, he looked at Blaine's sketchpad. His sketchpad was full of nude sketches of him and Blaine in several sexual positions with Fang being the submissive one. Fang laughed and turned to Blaine.

"Good thing this is just a drawing because when I'm in a relationship, I'm the dominant top," Fang smiled. "Hope you're ready for me. Because I'm the one that's going to fuck you, Mr. Argiris."

Blaine slid down to the linoleum floor and realized that he was going to be the bottom if he ever wanted to be in an intimate relationship with his teacher. He closed his eyes and envisioned Fang fucking him. He just wasn't ready to get fucked and he didn't think he was ever going to be ready to get fucked. But he wanted to be with Fang more than anything. When Fang kissed him only seconds ago, he felt like he could finally be at ease. But the more he thought of giving his ass to Fang the more it put shivers down his spine. If he were to ever come out to his friends, what would his friends think of him when he tells them that he's not the one doing the fucking but instead he's the one getting fucked. He's always been the aggressive one but now all he can think of is how much it'd hurt to be with the man he's been crushing on for a month now. Shaking in his shoes, he slowly stood up, walked to his sketchpad, and closed it. He walked to the door and was quickly stopped by Fang.

"There are only five minutes till class starts, Mr. Argiris. Where do you think you're going?"

"I--I just need to get some fresh air."

"Be back before class starts or I will mark you late."

Blaine nodded his head and walked out of class. Blaine skipped the arts hallway as he quickly saw Ryan and Declan talking about who knows what and took the left hallway heading to the school lobby that housed the theater department. Blaine walked out the double doors and sat on the concrete steps. He looked up at the big blue sky and wondered if he would actually give his virgin ass to Fang. Blaine continued to think of how Fang would fit into his future but he couldn't place him anywhere. It was starting to really get to him that he actually punched a metal railing he was leaning on. He quickly shook his left hand trying to alleviate the sharp pain. He then stood up and saw a white 1964 Ford Mustang pull up to the curb. There were two Asian ladies in the car, one was wearing an all black suit with matching tie and sunglasses and the other, more innocent looking one had long white hair and was wearing a black Gothic Lolita dress.

The younger girl walked out of the car and brought a matching parasol. She walked up to Blaine in her black three-inch heels gracefully and before looking at Blaine, she looked around at her surroundings to see if anyone was nearby. When she confirmed that it was only he and she, excluding her driver, around, she looked at Blaine.

Blaine was a little confused and curious at the same time. He had never seen a girl dress so cute before that he had already erased his thoughts about him and Fang and replaced them with the girl that stood before him. She was just so cute and innocent looking.

"H-Hi, you wouldn't happen to know Riley Munroe, would you?" she asked.

"I don't talk to people I don't know," Blaine lied.

"Oh I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm the White Rabbit," she said holding out his right hand that was covered with a flower designed lace glove.

"The White Rabbit? What's your real name?" Blaine laughed.

"It's--It's Annie."

"Blaine, it's nice to meet such a cute girl like you," Blaine said as he gently grabbed Annie's right hand and kissed the top of her hand.

Annie blushed and looked back at her driver. Her driver put her head in her right palm and she shook her head.

"S-So do you know Riley Munroe by chance?"

"I do. Why? Don't tell me a girl like you is involved with a cock whore like him," Blaine asked disgusted.

"C-Cock whore?"

"Yeah, he's become sexually violent recently ever since he had sex with his class slut. I guess sluts attract each other."

"Oh, I--then never mind," Annie said disappointed. "It was nice to meet you Blaine."

"Wait, you're going already?"

"I was only here to see Riley, but if he's already moved on then I shouldn't be here anymore."

"Can't you stay for just a little while longer? It's a little lonely here on the steps."

"Y-You want me to stay?"

"If you can spare some time, yeah."

"Um how about I give you this instead?" Annie said pulling out a sealed envelope from her matching black purse. "It was for Riley but since he's moved on, I want you to have it."

"What's this?" Blaine asked taking the envelope.

"It's an invitation to the White Rabbit's Ball next weekend, for Valentine's Day. T-Think of it as a date."

"You want me to go to the ball with you? But I'm a random stranger."

"You seem nice and it would really be rice--I mean nice if I had a nice guy around."

"I'm not a nice guy, trust me."

Annie sighed and looked down at the ground.

"But I can try to be nice, especially if the girl I'm being nice to is you," Blaine smiled.

"Then I'll see you at the ball," Annie said sliding down the railing then hopped into the car.