Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ His Rhythm, My Melody ❯ Wandering Hands ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Cody plopped down next to me, before band started, “So, staying after school with Mr. Parker?”

“Yeah, he’s giving me piano lessons. Why?”

“Just wondering. Still don’t think he’s odd?”

“Not at all.” I started to practice on my clarinet so Cody would leave me alone. It worked he got up and left and relief washed over me. The bell rang and I looked over to see Mr. Parker standing in the entryway to his office. He waved me over, I set my clarinet down feeling confused and walked over to him. He walked back to his office and I followed. “What’s wrong?” I closed the door.

“Well, it’s about your friend, Cody.” My friend, sure, I guess. “He keeps skipping class. I know he’s a good player, but he’s messing up our marching show. If he’s not going to stay in class, then he needs to switch his classes. I was wondering if you could talk to him, get him to start coming to class. Or he can switch, but if he keeps skipping, I’m going to get his schedule changed.” This was the first time I had seen Mr. Parker irritated. Band was really everything to him and I’m sure his first show was extremely important to him.

“Sure, I’ll talk to him.”

“Thank you.” His shoulders relaxed, like a load was lifted off his shoulders.

I actually did talk to Cody, before class started. I felt like it was first priority to fix this little problem for Mr. Parker. He deserved it. Cody was shocked that he was threatened with being kicked out of band and promised me he would stop skipping class. As Mr. Parker came into the band room, kids scurried around to get to their seats and he looked at me. I nodded, letting him know I took care of it and he gave me a smile of thanks. We spent that day working on our marching for the show, luckily it was cool outside so I wasn’t getting to sweaty. I didn’t want to look like a sweaty pig in front of Mr. Parker. Why did I even worry about that?

At the end of he day, I went for my usual piano lesson from Mr. Parker. I started to get into the more complex pieces. I was on one piece that I kept messing up. My hands had to move in weird positions and I
would hit the wrong keys. “Your fingers are fumbling. Try loosening up your hands.”

I felt frustrated with myself, “Am I moving them in the wrong direction?”

“No, your fingering is right. Here,” He stood behind me and I moved my hands to my lap. He reached around and placed his hands where mine were and played the notes perfectly. “If your hands are relaxed, your fingers will move easily. They will flow right with the notes.”

“I am relaxed, I think.”

“Try again.” He sat back down next to me and I tried again, it worked at first, but then I fumbled. I groaned irritated and gave up. “Don’t give up.” I put my hands back and he went back behind me, “Lift your hands up.” I did and he put his under mine. “Now lay your hands on top of mine and try to get a feel of how your hands should be moving.” I had second thoughts, but I did what I was told. His hands were warm and my hands shook a little at the contact. “Just relax.” His hands began to move, creating beautiful music. I felt where his fingers went and tried to remember how his hands were moving, but I was more focused on the fact that I felt like I was holding his hand. When he finished, he pulled his hands away and I felt how soft they were as they rubbed away underneath mine.

“Try again?” I nodded and gave it another shot. I actually did better. I didn’t have it perfect, but it was better. I continued to play and at some point during the piece, Mr. Parker reached over and moved my pinky over, “You keep missing that key, but other than that, it sounds good.” He kept his hands with mine, correcting any mistake I made, so his hands just lingered on mine. I slowly started to make mistakes because I started to get the feeling he was just resting his hand on mine and not really paying attention to what I was doing. I slowed a bit on the tempo and focused mainly on what his hands were doing. It got to the point where I was barely playing, only occasionally hitting the next key. His hands just laid on mine and my heart raced.

“Umm, are you okay?” I asked, my voice cracking. He didn’t answer, instead he ran his hands up my arms, I completely tensed up. This was getting totally inappropriate. His hands stopped on my shoulders. I could hear my breathing was no longer normal. I was scared and confused. He was my teacher, that wasn’t such a bad thing, but we were at school. “Mr. Parker?” My voice came out only as a whisper. I turned my head slightly to get a look at his face. He looked….frightened? His eyes weren’t on me, but down, like he was ashamed. He didn’t move his hands, he just stood there.

He finally spoke, his voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear him, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” He gave me a very confused look. “It’s fine, just….what if someone sees us?”

“It’s fine?” His brows furrowed. I stared blankly, did I just say it was fine? I guess I did. I shrugged.

“Do you want to,” he paused a moment, “go into my office?” He was looking down again.

At that moment, I wasn’t so sure what to do. Was this okay to do? I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, but he was my teacher and was older than I was. This wasn’t all just so he could do stuff with me, was it? I thought for a moment, continuing to look at Mr. Parker. He waited, looking more and more guilty with each passing second. I saw him go to say something and I worried he might change his mine.

“Yeah.” I quickly said.

He stepped away, keeping his eyes on me. I almost asked what, but he spoke, “Okay, you sure?”

No, I wasn’t sure about this at all, but I felt like I couldn’t say no. It all seemed to be happening so quickly and like I had no control over what was happening. To be honest, I was frightened. I wanted to go in there, but I was afraid how far things would go. All I did was nod yes.

I followed him into his office and he shut and locked the door. I stared at the door even as Mr. Parker walked over to me. There was no going back now was there? I guess I could have chickened out, but when would I get another chance like this with him? “I don’t know how to do this.” Mr. Parker admitted, wrapping his arms around himself.

I shrugged, “Neither do I.” We nervously stood in front of each other, my eyes on his chest watching his breathing. This felt like the right thing to do, but not at school. It just seemed….scary.

He cautiously reached out and ran a finger down my exposed arm. I held my breath as my skin prickled. I could feel bumps rising up on my arm. His other hand reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. I shyly looked up at him, his green eyes were intensely staring into mine. His eyes shown brightly, probably because his cheeks were so red against his pale skin. “You look nervous.” He said with a smile.

“You can tell?” I laughed shakily. His smile became wider, showing his teeth. “You have really pretty eyes.” His smile dropped and he stared at me a moment then leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. His lips hovered near mine, but he didn’t leave. This time I leaned in and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me and I placed my hands on his sides as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouths, the longer we kissed the more heated things got. His hands ran through my hair then traveled down my back, pulling me closer to him, then his hands would go back up in my hair. I was too nervous to move my hands from his sides.

He pulled away a moment to move us over to his desk, he patted the desk and I gave him a confused look. “Get up,” he laughed slightly.

“Oh.” I sat on the desk only to have him push me back, he climbed on top of me. “What about the papers on the desk?”

“It’s fine,” He laughed. He continued to kiss me, then his hand ran up my shirt. I froze for a second, was this a bad thing we were doing? I knew it was wrong for two men to be together, but I think it made it all more wrong that I was his student. It didn’t bother me, it just felt strange. The only thing I was worried about was the principal deciding to drop by or the janitor. Mr. Parker moved off the desk and pulled up my shirt. He placed a kiss on my chest and slowly made his way down, leaving small kisses behind. He stopped at my jeans. “Mr. Parker?” I was nervous now.

“Alex, remember?” He looked at me.

“But we are still at school,” I countered. He smiled and undid the buttons of my pants. He slowly unzipped them and stopped. I almost asked him what was wrong, but then he lifted up my leg, taking off my shoe and then repeated with the other leg.

“Lift up?” He asked while tugging on my pants. I did and my pants came down, leaving me only in my briefs and my shirt pulled up. Oh and I couldn’t forget the long white socks I had on. I looked like a dork. Mr. Parker looked at my legs for a moment and smiled to himself. I blushed, embarrassed and pulled down my shirt. I was feeling a little too exposed. He saw me do this then grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position. He pulled my shirt off up over my head and tossed it on the floor with my jeans. It was strange sitting in front of him half naked and he was still fully clothed. I guess I would have been extremely embarrassed if he was just as exposed as I was.

His hands ran up my thighs and back down, then back up to squeeze my thighs lightly. I swallowed hard, how were we supposed to act tomorrow at school? Would it be weird? I looked up only for him to lean in and kiss the nape of my neck. My eyes closed as I let the air in my legs escape. I felt so warm and fuzzy, my head like it was tingling. I loved this feeling, it made up for the embarrassment. He nipped at my neck then moved down to kiss my collar bone. My hands gripped the desk, feeling myself become more excited. For some reason, I glanced down and saw his pants bulged. He was definitely turned on. “You probably don’t want to lose your virginity on my desk, right?”

“Uhh,” I laughed, “I really don’t know how to answer that.”

“I guess that wouldn’t exactly be romantic.” He chuckled. For a minute, we stayed quiet. What now? “Lift up again?”

I did and he pulled off my briefs. This was the most embarrassing moment, I didn’t look up at him to see his expression. I heard him laugh. Great, he’s laughing at me. “What?” I asked quietly.

“You still have your socks on.”

“Oh,” Relief washed over me. He was just laughing because I looked like a dork. That wasn’t any better….

He pulled my socks off, “There, nothing left to remove.”

“And you have a whole lot to remove,” I added.

“Hmmm, not yet.” He kissed me again. His hands moved up my thighs and he barely touched my erection, just barely brushing his hand up it. I shivered, he smiled against my lips. He gave me one last kiss and got down on his knees, keeping his eyes on mine. Realization hit me, at first I was confused what he was doing, but I knew now. “This okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” I felt silly in some way, but also nervous and excited. Mr. Parker began to give me my first blow job. It was probably the most pleasure I had ever felt and it seemed to go by really quickly. I was just so lost in the feeling of his tongue moving all over me. I tried not to watch too much, because I would get really embarrassed and I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. When I reached my orgasm, I felt the most elated I had ever felt. He stood up and began to undress himself. I watched him take his clothes off, half staring off into space. I was feeling really good.

Mr. Parker stood completely nude in front of me, waiting. I didn’t know what to do, was I supposed to do the same for him? I stared at him, he finally spoke, “Can you?” He held out his hand.

I nodded and took his hand. I stood in front of him and with a deep breath, I got down on my knees. I was a little unsure what to do, but decided to start by just getting him in my mouth. Once I got started, I became worried I was doing it good enough because he was so quiet and didn’t move. I was starting to lose confidence, but then I felt Mr. Parker grab my hair and he rocked his hips, moving in and out of my mouth. I wanted to smile, but it was really hard to smile with something in your mouth. I didn’t have to do anything too long, Mr. Parker came quickly. I didn’t blame him, he was in his twenty’s and this was his first time. I was a little quick too, I guess it couldn’t be helped, especially with being nervous and all.

“Sorry, it just felt really good.”

“It’s fine,” I wiped my mouth and stood.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that our whole student/teacher relationship is officially ruined,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“I agree, so what are we? Is this just going to be something we do or do you actually have feelings for me?” I figured I might as well be blunt.

He looked at me horrified, “You didn’t think I was using you did you? Of course not!” His voice was slightly raised, “No, I have a lot of feelings for you. You’re the only person I’ve actually connected with this way.”

Wow, that was nice to hear. “I was hoping you weren’t using me, but you are an older guy. I wasn’t sure.”

“And you were going to let me use you?”

“Uh, no?” I laughed, “Well, I really liked you, I wanted to be with you so….” I shrugged.

“So, you are wanting to be with me too?” I nodded. “So,” he paused, “How is this going to work? We’re definitely going to have to keep our relationship a secret. I could lose my job and I really don’t want that.”

“Yeah, we’ll figure it out.” I looked at the time, I was already late to be home. “Uh, I really should get home.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, I will see you tomorrow. I have your number so I will give you a call later, okay?”

“Yeah,” we dressed and I stopped before leaving his office, “Umm, bye, Alex.” It felt weird to say his first name so casually like that.

He smiled, “Goodbye, Zachary.” He kissed me gently. With a blush, I unlocked the door and left to go home where I would wait for my teachers call.

Yaoi-Freak1990 - Here’s the next chapter, you like? They finally….well hooked up. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and the last one. One thing I forgot to mention, in my last chapter that my best friend also writes stories on fan fiction. She does fanfic’s for Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Naruto and Death Note. She’s a very talented writer, if your interested in that stuff. They have a lot of sarcastic humor and romance. I enjoy reading her stories. Her name on fan fiction is michiei. Look her up! Thanks!