Prompt: Smornby - Teacher/Student AU

A/N: It isn't like NSFW but theres a tiny bit of touching that happens very briefly 

It isn't the best way to spend a weekend, but it beats sitting at home alone playing GTA. At least this pays fairly well.

The bus ride is making me reconsider, though.

While the kids only have to sit two to a seat, it doesn't change the fact that it's been almost three hours of sitting with no pit stops. It doesn't help that the other two teachers that came with have spent the last hour talking about Dungeons And Dragons, something I never really found interesting.

"She's just- I can't really see Elora being with anyone. She's not against it, she's just not really looking for love right now," I hear Miss Morrison say.

I glance over at where she and Mr. Hulmes are sitting, Mr. Hulmes - Mark - nodding along with what Miss Morrison - Katie - is saying. "She's probably going to have to get married someday, and Nalistri-"

"Wha- did you say Nasal tree? There's a guy named Nasal Tree?" I cut in, both of them turning to look at me.

Mark laughs. "No, it's Na-lis-tri, not Nasal Tree. What kind of a name is Nasal Tree?"

"There's a giant bird named 'The Rock,'" Katie interjects, tucking a strand of her vibrant red hair behind her ear. "It wouldn't surprise me if that was his name."

Mark starts talking about how it's supposed to be pronounced roke not rock and it's not his fault they mispronounce it, and I turn and look out the window, wondering why I said anything at all.

~.~

Wandering around the Battle Of Britain Museum, Mr. Hulmes tells the group of students about military aircrafts we used during World War Two. I'm wandering behind the group, making sure we don't accidentally leave anyone behind.

I stop to read a sign talking about plane designs, the group not realizing they're leaving me behind.

It doesn't take long to catch up though, Mr. Hulmes frequently stopping to explain why this was like this and that was like that.

Two boys, one with a grin on his face that screams trouble and the other looking dubious at his friend, lag behind a bit, neither seemingly interested in the planes to their left and right.

"C'mon Trotty, it'll be fun!" The taller one says.

"You can't just go around setting things on fire. Especially not on a school trip," he hisses, looking around. Chris Trott - a student who likes to go by his last name instead of his first name for some reason - sees me standing behind them and his eyes go wide.

Alex Smith - who also likes to go by his last name - turns and looks at me as well. His troublemaking smile is replaced with something more innocent. "Oh, hey Mr. Hornby, you didn't happen to hear any of that, did you?"

"Yes, I did. Why don't you two follow me and we'll go talk to Mr. Hulmes about your idea."

Alex Smith is a well-known troublemaker, namely his habit of trying to set things on fire in the science lab. He's also known for being a flirt, constantly hitting on male teachers, including me. He's an attractive person, with dark blue eyes and ginger hair. If he was a few years older..

"Guess you'll have to keep an extra close eye on me, won't you Mr. Hornby?" Smith winks.

I shake my head and wave at them to follow me as I make my way up towards where Mr. Hulmes is.

~.'

Smith sits on the bed in the hotel room we are sharing, both him and Trott losing the privilege of rooming together for the night. He flips through the channels for the third time, nothing seeming to interest him. I sit on my phone, scrolling through Twitter.

The bed creaks as Smith moves to lay on his stomach, putting his head down on the bed and looking at me instead of the tv. I watch him out of the corner of my eye, not wanting him to know I'm watching him.

The news plays in the background, the broadcaster talking about certain plants that are harmful to pets. "So..." Smith moves so he's laying on his side, propping his head up on his hand, letting the other one rest along his slender body. "It's pretty boring, sitting in this room."

"Mr. Hulmes and I thought it would be a good idea if you stayed in the room so we could keep an eye on you." I lock my phone and set it down on the bed next to me.

"I wasn't going to actually do anything," he grins at me.

I turn my attention on the tv, shifting uncomfortably. "Do you need something?"

"Something to do?" His smile disappears and he raises an eyebrow. "Or, perhaps, someone?"

"What?" I turn to look at him, my eyes wide. "What? You- you're a student! You- we-"

I watch, unable to move, as he gets up and walks over to me. The bed creaks as he sits down on it, putting his hands on my cheeks. His face is so close I can feel his breath on what parts of my cheeks aren't being covered. "Can I kiss you?"

Neither of us say anything for a beat, our eyes locked. He's cute, I think to myself. He's cute, but-

"No one will find out. It can just be a one time thing, if you'd like. Then we can pretend nothing ever happened." His sapphire blue eyes flick back and forth between mine. "I'm just so bored, and I'm sure you are too."

It is pretty boring, being forced to sit in this hotel room. And he did say it could be just a one time thing, I think to myself.

"Just a one time thing?"

Smith nods.

'.~

I sit with my head in my hands, voices of students traveling down the hall and into my room. A stack of tests I am supposed to be correcting sit in front of me untouched. The memory of what happened on the school trip is still fresh in my mind, the taste of his lips on mine, like no time has passed at all.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! He's a student! You made out. With a student. You could lose your job or end up in jail. All because you made out with a student on that stupid trip.

I push back from the desk, my intention to go for a walk around the school to clear my head before the day starts. Just as I'm about to leave my room, Smith appears in the doorway. His hair is perfectly styled as always, a familiar gleam in his eyes as he looks me up and down.

"Well hello, Mr. Hornby," he said, a flirtatious smile on his lips. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

I glance up and down the hallway, various posters promoting clubs and sport teams lining the beige walls. Voices of students and the slam of lockers can be heard just around the corner. "Smith, we can't do this! You're a student, I'm a teacher. It was only supposed to be a one time thing."

Smith takes a step towards me, invading my personal space. I take half a step back to compensate. He takes another step closer, reaching a hand behind himself to shut the door, the lock clicking automatically into place.

"Smith-" I start.

"Shh," He puts a finger against my lips before turning and flipping the lightswitch off. "No one will know we're here. Nobody can see us through that tiny window."

I glance at the window they put near the top of the door, a thin square that only lets you see straight ahead. "I guess but-"

"Shh," He hushes me again, reaching up and looping his arms around my neck. The idea of getting caught mixed with the feeling of Smith being pressed up against me cloud my judgement, my pants starting to get a bit tight. "We won't get caught, trust me," he murmured.

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering, tickling my nose. The memory of his soft lips against mine appears in my mind and before I can stop myself I'm kissing him. It's messy at first, our noses smooshed against each other uncomfortably before we tilt our heads and readjust. HIs arms tighten around my neck, pulling me closer to him.

Suddenly a girl squeals, the sound coming from just outside my room. Smith and I break apart, both of us looking towards the door. The squeal is followed by laughter that slowly gets quieter and quieter as the students walk away.

I look at Smith and notice his cheeks are a bit red. "Well, that was fun."

I rub the back of my neck, shame creeping up my cheeks.

A couple weeks pass after that with only a few flirtatious glances directed towards me. It's only when the end of Spring Term is coming to an end that he seeks me out. The school day is over, everyone rushing home after a boring day of school.

I'm sitting at my desk, correcting finals when a knock on my door draws my attention. Alex Smith stands in the doorway, his quiff nearly nonexistent. "Hey Mister Hornby, I was wondering if I could talk to you about my grades?"

I put my chin in my hand, seeing right past the puppy dog eyes he's giving me. "You know I don't offer any sort of extra credit or anything, Smith."

"I know, but," he turns and shuts the door behind him. "I thought maybe I could do something for you?"

He swaggers over to me, letting his backpack slide off his shoulders to the floor. "We've had some fun before, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about you a lot since then," he confided.

"I think you should-" I start to stand up.

"C'mon Mister Hornby," He says, a smile on his face as he makes his way around the desk. I sit back down, uncomfortable with how close he's getting. "There's gotta be something I can do."

"Smith- no." I shake my head, pushing myself away from him. "We can find some other way for you-"

"Come on," Smith urged. "I want to do this. I don't actually care about the extra credit honestly." He grins and reaches out to puts his hands on my thighs.

I take a deep breath, ready to tell him he needs to go, when he leans forward and kisses me, one of his hands moving to the front of my jeans, the other sliding up my shirt.

The affair goes on for a couple months, Smith and I setting up time either before or after school to meet and 'earn extra credit.' It's both exciting and terrifying, the thrill of sneaking around and the thought of what could happen if we ever got caught running through my head every time we meet.

One day, just before the half term break starts, and not long after Smith left after 'earning some more extra credit,' he sends me a text:

The bet's not over yet, I still have a few days to get Hornby to say it. mr sjin next?

The smile that was on my face instantly vanishes. My stomach does a little somersault, this time not in a good way.

I wait until the next time I see Smith in private to bring the text up to him.

His eyes go wide as I show him the text. "Ross it's not-"

"What? It's not what?" I ask, taking a step back when he reaches out to me. "It's not a bet to see how long it'll take for me to say 'I love you'? Is this some fucked up game you like to play with whoever that was supposed to go to?"

He shrugs. "Yeah, it was. But I actually like you-"

"Bullshit!" I yell, slamming a hand down on my desk. "You sent this two days ago. Don't try and win me back by saying that."

" "You're the one who decided it wasn't going to be just a one time thing. You've only got yourself to blame Ross."

"No! Don't- don't say my name! Don't talk to me. Fuck you, you sick bastard," I sputter. "Now get out!"

"Can't I have a kiss before I go? It can be just a one time thing," He grins his biggest, most shit-eating grin.

"Out!" I scream. And out he goes.