Just Life - Part 1 by Agent Midnight
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The Department of Epidemiology and International Health
and the Department of Environmental Sciences are only separated by
a small road and grass on both sides. The buildings face each other,
block each other from the harsh glare of sunlight when it rises and
sets, and each hold one of two top professors in the entire University.
Not to brag or anything, but I am one of those two young men.
The name's Professor Maxwell, Duo to my friends and family, of course.
I am the leading professor in the Environmental Sciences building.
I'm not entirely sure how I came to be called one of the best in the
school, but it eventually happened, and the success rate of my students
is about 93% at the current moment. Nothing is quite so fulfilling
as having a past student return at some odd moment in time and tell
me that they got a job. Heck, if I got the jobs some of my students
have, I'd be a lot richer than I am right now.
I have heard my fair share of harsh rumors for reasons I know as
clearly as crystal. When I was sixteen, I had finished my scheduled
credits and I had moved on to college around eighteen, about two years
of down-time before they would let me enter my school of choice. They
claimed, at the time, that is would be awkward for me to show up bright
and early at the beginning of the semester when I had basically just
left high school. In other words, I was too young and they didn't
want me at the time. Too many students, they claimed.
Well, my school of choice then became the one I least wanted to
go to, so I chose again. They were more than happy to accept me, but
by then, I was around high school graduation age. No problems, whatsoever.
In college, I was a very quiet person. Nobody really wanted to be
around me, I guess. In college, I met my best friend, and my Academic
challenger. I can still remember how much I had laughed when I would
see him in the hallways and we would try to calmly conceal our excitement
as the grades were posted and we would get to see who was at a higher
rank.
It danced around from month to month. One week it was him by about
.24%, then it was me by about .15%. Whoever the respectable winner
was at the moment, the loser would get a friendly kiss on the cheek,
a wink, and a rather immature slap on the ass. The loser would then
stand in the hallway and laugh until the bell would ring, the winner
sauntering away like he was the god of the school. And at the time,
we really thought that.
We were the top students of the whole school, and we both knew that.
We knew it like we know the sky is freakin' blue in the mornings.
And like many people in their twenties, we each had a cocky sort of
immaturity about ourselves that I'm sure we both had back in high
school. While I dreamed to be a rock star back in high school, he
dreamed of being a Biochemist. I'm not entirely sure what the hell
happened, but obviously I'm not a sexy rocker, and he's not a genuis
Biochemist working in labs.
If you haven't guessed already, my best friend is the leading professor
of the department across from mine. Fancy that, eh? His title refers
to him by the name of Professor- "Nonsense... just Heero"
-Yuy. I take it one reason why his students see him as more of a friendly
advisor than a teacher is because they all go around calling him by
his first name, via his request. At the young age of thirty-two, he's
a fucking genuis in his own right, he just didn't become what he wanted
to become. Like myself. Do I see a guitar cradled in my hands? Hell
no.
Heero is four years older than me, and if you're not a wiz in math
class, that would make me twenty-eight. His appearance, though, makes
him look like he's eighteen, give or take a few months. Probably another
reason why he's so popular, especially with the lady students, is
because he's so "fashionable", maybe? He's drop dead gorgeous,
and I continue telling him this whether or not he'd specifically enjoy
hearing it, but he doesn't do it on purpose. He doesn't strive for
his students' attention by dressing younger than he is, or by his
piercings, or his constantly-changing hair. In the time between college
and the point where we are at now, he's probably changed his hair
style about five hundred times, and changed the color about twice
that much. At the moment, I believe it's silver-ish blue, but I could
be wrong. I didn't see him at our normal breakfast; maybe he dyed
his hair in the bathroom or something.
His hair reaches down to his shoulders, but it's always pulled back
in a small pony-tail, everything but his bangs. He leaves those loose
to hang over his small, silver-framed glasses. He greases down the
rest of his hair to make his bangs spiky and pretty much rock solid.
You can tap his hair and hear echoes. Strange character.
Always showing up in a long, black coat more likely to be seen in
the fancy mob movies, he's anything but an normal debonaire-looking
gentleman. Intimidation is always present whenever strangers go up
to him, but he's about as friendly as a puppy. No need to worry about
him at all. He can sense fear, though, so watch out. It's really funny,
because he's looks like I would want to look if my rocker dream had
come true. Very sexy.
Sometimes during my break periods, I'll walk across to his building
and slink quietly down the hallways until I reach his classroom. Every
time I've ever peeked in through the small glass on the door, he always
catches me and next thing I know, I'm sitting at his desk while he
continues on with his lecture. I'll be staring at the transparency
reflected on the whiteboard and his lack of sound will alert me back
in his general direction.
"Did you come over here just to eat my lunch?"
His students, some of mine mixed into the fray, always giggle at
that because it happens everytime I come over. I find myself with
my feet propped up, having unknowingly opened his drawer and started
to munch on his crackers. After about the third time of my appearance,
the students had pretty much grown accustomed to having another professor
sit in on the class. They don't mind me sitting in with my friend,
in the least.
When his class ends, he says his good-byes to his students and sits
on the edge of the desk until they all filter out of the room, laughing
and chatting quietly to each other because of another fun class with
the Japanese professor. And only when all the students are long gone
does he lean across his desk and kiss me softly, his tongue sliding
across my bottom lip. By this time, another class is probably already
filtering into my own classroom across the road.
The rumors had started quickly from the lips of some of our mutual
students and were fueled more when I continued showing up late to
class after having been in Heero's classroom. As the weeks pressed
on around us and the end of the semester neared, they were all across
the school grounds, and I was absolutely mortified.
"I hear those two professors are an item."
"They meet before classes!"
Heero was nothing but normal even with the rumors flying quickly
in the open. If anyone was to give away our relationship, it would
probabaly be me because I think I blush whenever I hear one of those
sleazy accusations coming from the mouths of mere babes. But, Heero
told me once, they're not accusations. It's all truth, Professor Maxwell.
It's not like they're running around lying...
And no matter how much I wanted to put a stop to those rumors by
refusing to go see him during his classes, which would in turn lead
to the stopping of searching hands and questing tongues, I just couldn't
make myself go that long without watching him move about his classroom,
talking to his students like they were equal in age to him, or more
like him equal in age to them. Making the girls swoon when he passed
them, tapping their shoulders with his pen to get them to focus at
the front of the class, no doubt where they would see me watching
him myself with my head resting in my hands. Then he would turn on
the steps that were leading him towards the back desks, face front,
and grace me with a small smile without a glitch appearing in his
spoken lectures.
I couldn't give that up.
His attitute towards the whole thing was a definite blow in my pride,
though, simply because it hadn't bothered him at all. Not an ounce
of worry came to his gorgeous eyes when I first told him of what I
had heard in the hallways, no worry at all, but a flourish of amusement.
He had laughed and gave me a kiss right in the hallway that lead to
his room, and I had felt a flush of worry as I glanced around to see
if anyone had seen. I knew I had disappointed him at that moment as
I got scared of someone seeing truth to the rumor, but he walked off
before I could stop him and told me to leave him alone for a while
so he could grade some tests. Wouldn't want to get distracted, he
winked and shut his door on me. The lock had sounded through the hallway,
and I had gone back to my own building... to my own classroom.
That little non-argument had settled when I had apologized to him
and told him he could kiss me anytime he wanted. His response was
that he wouldn't do that again because it made me uncomfortable, and
I had kissed him instead. And when I heard the quiet gasp and giggle
come from down the hallway, I hadn't looked down to see who could
have possibly seen; instead, I buried my face in his jacket and waited
for the heat to stop strangling me.
The rumble of his deep voice soothed me as he talked to the students,
asking them if they had never seen a couple spend some alone time
together, and that was the end to a rumor and the start of fact.
Now, we weren't just the top professors in the school who each had
their own unique way of teaching, we were the hottest gay pair of
teachers our students had ever seen. When other teachers asked us
about those silly rumors, we laughed it off and told them that being
best friends from college, we understood how kids could see through
that and put false lies into it to spice it up. The students, however,
believed those two girls more than our own words, so... we had an
audience now.
Being watched, you get seen more.
Being seen, you get exposed.
Being exposed is my worst fear.
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TBC
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