You're My Masterpiece ((Vaiiea/ James))

[praiseofblood]

James looked up at the male, running his tongue over his piercings unconsciously. "Alright," he said, beginning to pack up. "Uh, Professor, mind if I ask you a question?" he asked the man.

[ode]

Vaiiea glanced up and shook his head. "No, I don't mind, go for it."

[praiseofblood]

"What happened in the hallway today? Were you angry because you were jealous because Deka had touched me or because he was being a slimeball?" he asked, looking at his teacher.

[ode]

"I don't know how to answer that," he said honestly. "I was... livid that he had put his hands on you." He adjusted his glasses. "Yes, that he had the audacity to touch you."

[praiseofblood]

James didn't react to that statement and instead walked around his easel and stood in front of his teacher. "Do you mind?"he asked as he reached up to pull the male's glasses off. James considered him for a while. "You're very handsome, did you know that?" he asked the man, cocking his head.

[ode]

"That is a little inappropriate considering our teacher-student relationship, Mr. Jukar," he said even as his heart raced. "And I suppose, most find me attractive in some way. Granted it's more furing the summer months than school ones."

[praiseofblood]

"Your eyes are blue." he said to the male. "You couldn't ever tell that from behind your glasses." he said to the man, before smiling a bit and backing away, handing the teacher his glasses.

[ode]

Taking them, Vaiiea didn't put them back on just stared at the boy, awaiting his next move.

[praiseofblood]

James just put his things away, placed his easel in the back of the room and headed out, with a wave to his teacher.

[ode]

Vaiiea watched him go, feeling slightly stunned. What in Blanserta was he supposed to say to that?

[praiseofblood]

James himself was confused as he mused over what his teacher had said to him. "He was angry that he'd touched me..." he said with a small blush.

[ode]

Aida was in the living room with the babies when James got home. "Hey, sweetie, how was your day?"

[praiseofblood]

James looked at his mother and blushed. "It was...alright." he said, as he sat next to his five year old brother Ori on the couch.

[ode]

Aida raised a brow, "Spill."

[praiseofblood]

James bit his lip before sighing and telling his mother everything.