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In his rush homeward, Ira didn't recognize Brian'd car go speeding by. So he was able to sleep well, believing they'd both had a great time, and that he was assured of seeing the object of his obsession again.
When his alarm rang only a few short hours later, signaling the start of his school day, the blonde groaned and wen through the motions of his morning routine in a sleepy haze. Shower, uniform, hair, breakfast, all passed mindlessly. As did the slow walk to school on the chilly morning.
Half way to his elitist day prison, Ira retrieved his phone from his messenger bag and smiled childishly as he looked up his text conversations and tapped out a quick message.
"Thanks for last night."
He sent the older male, sure Brian wouldn't receive it until he awoke hours from now.

As he turned to head up the stairs to the school's main entrance, Ira heard the familiar voice of his best friend call out to him. He stopped and spun to meet her with the usual hug, but found that she had stopped dead in her tracks, and stood now gaping at him.
"What?!" He demanded as her smirk grew. "Daph? What?"
"Oh my g-d, tell me everything!" Came the reply as Daphne grabbed his hand and pulled him along, jogging behind her as they rushed to one of the rear staircases of the building.
"Undo your tie and collar." She instructed, getting a chuckle out of Ira.
"Seriously, Daph. I love you, but you know-"
"Idiot," she cut him off, now out-rightly laughing at him, "You have a hickey the size of this school on your neck. Now, spill."
Ira's eyes grew wide as he considered this. Had he even looked in the mirror this morning? Probably not. He'd been so tired. His hands began making quick work of the tie and first few buttons of his shirt while Daphne searched in her book-bag.
Moments later, on penalty of death, he was giving her the story of his night- minus a few explicit details, and she was magically erasing the evidence before he was expelled.
"So when do you see him again?" Daphne asked as she walked him to his first class.
Ira stopped dead in his tracks just before the open door way. "Uh, now, I guess." He replied, then grabbed her arm and hid with her against the wall, out of the class room's view.
Daphne clearly wanted to laugh, but was trying her best to retain her composure. "Well, at least he's hot." She managed in a whisper.
"I don't think he knows I'm... I mean, he knows I'm young. But, I don't think he knows I'm jailbait."
Daph snickered.
"I've gotta get out of here!" He hissed desperately. Ira was in the Voc track at school for visual art. Three entire classes of his day were with Ms. Bain. Which meant Brain would be teaching all three today. Ira's mind was racing for a solution.
Luckily, Daphne seemed able to think more clearly. "Cut under the bleachers. I'll come get you for Global Politics, and you can decide what do to about the other two classes later."
Ira followed her advice, and avoided the art room fastidiously all day. Until last period, that is.
Ira's final class of the day was Advance Painting with Ms. Bain. And although he wasn't sure he wanted to face Brian, by the end of the day the teen's fingers itched to get back to his canvas. Daphne was probably right anyway. He probably had very little chance of concealing his age from Brian forever. It was better to get the upper hand now, Ira decided. Than to allow Brian to use his age against him later. Ira was determined to see the man again. He couldn't let his age get in the way.
So, he slipped into the art room and, with the usual smirk, brazenly moved to sit behind his canvas as it stood int he back of the room. Well, he never said how old he was, so it wasn't like he'd been lying to Brian all this time...
At least that's what he told himself while he waited for the man to make a move.
If there was any time to come clean, Ira felt best about this class. Art was his passion, and he knew his skills were impressive. They were going to be his ticket to a conservatory next year. At least in this class, he felt he could show himself in the best light. Even if that light also labeled him a teenager.

The loud noise of Brian's body going clattering to the floor and sending the stool with him made Ira's shoulders jump. He winced sympathetically and peered out from behind his over-sized canvas. "Careful sir," The boy couldn't help but smirk slightly as he evoked the usual tease, "Those stools can be tricky for senior citizens."
His remark drew some titters and chuckles from the handful of other students in the advanced class, but rather than bask in their appreciation, Ira was already on his way to the front of the room. As the man he obsessed over righted himself, Ira grabbed the stool and set it back on it's feet.
"I'm sorry I'm so young," He spoke with a low voice, meant only for Brian's ears, "But I won't apologize for last night." The younger blonde sauntered past Brian on the way back to his easel, "I don't regret it."

As class wound down, Ira lingered behind. He took his time cleaning his brushes, and made sure the other students left the room before he finished packing away his things.
Once he was alone with Brian, the teen picked up his pace, quickly packing the rest of his bag and making his way up to the teacher's desk at the front of the room. "You've been out of it all class," He wore his usual smirk as he approached his teacher, but it suddenly faded. Instead, the boy's eyes fell to the portfolio the older male had left on the desk. All saucy comments forgotten, Ira came to a halt at his side of the desk. "You draw," he breathed, unable to hide his own surprise at this fact. The teen rushed his fingers lightly down the dauntingly professional-looking portfolio lightly. "Can I see? Please?" It was clear that Ira was passionate about art. For here was a rare moment when he wasn't rattling off quips or smirking. Instead, he was completely grounded. An unguarded glimpse of the boy.
Ira turned to Brian, waiting for an answer. The entire ordeal of his age momentarily forgotten in his focus.

Ira felt his eyes beg to close, his sore muscles just asking to melt against the older blonde when Brian came up behind him, but the teen fought the reaction. He knew this was neither the time nor the place. If they were discovered, Brian would face serious punishment. And that's the last thing the teen wanted.
His eyes strayed fleetingly to the door, to make sure they hadn't been found out already, then let his eyes slip back to the desk. Ira's lips pulled into a small smirk as Brian's mouth moved, speaking so close to his own. He lifted a hand and ran his chilled fingers across the back of Brian's palm quickly when the man had untied his work. "Not, here..." Ira exhaled, the words barely a whisper as he moved his backward to Brian's hip and gave the older male a light push, trying to create some distance between them before any of his nosier school mates caught sight of them.
Once he was satisfied that Brian was out of danger of reproof, the teen turned back to the portfolio and gently released the second tie. He flipped thoughtfully through the other's magazine work, but spent most of his time when he got to the back, mulling over the older man's sketch book. As he flipped a page towards the middle, Ira gasped softly, his finger lifting almost to touch the piece before he stopped himself.
"I love this one. They way you have the light from here..." He blushed slightly at his own gushing and glanced over his shoulder at the man. "Well at least the arthritis hasn't affected your work, old man." Ira teased, hoping to change the mood when he feared he'd shown himself to be too naive with the other's work.

The teen smirked in his usual way, "Out of child molestation and statutory rape charges?" He shook his head slightly, glancing over at the older male, "I don't think there's quite enough bullshit in the world for that." Ira turned back to Brian's portfolio, but his mind was still on the question at hand. He sighed and spoke softly, "I'd probably just end up in some good touch.bad touch seminar. But you...you might go to jail for it." Ira flashed a quick smile at the other, "Let's not risk that, kay?"
When his next comment made Brian angry, however, Ira winced. He turned his attention away from the man's portfolio once again and turned his body until his back was to the door, hiding his actions as he caught one of Brian's fists between his chilled hands. "Don't be mad..." He coaxed quietly, gentle uncurling Brian's fingers from the fist they had formed. "I'm just teasing. You know that." The boys voice was low and soft, and he lifted Brian's hand to his mouth, kissing the man's finger tips, then running his lips lightly across his knuckles before kissing the back of his hand lightly. As he let Bria's hand go, Ira smiled up at him quickly. "So grumpy," he admonished, "Really can't take a joke can you?"
Stepping away from the man before they could be caught at an inappropriate distance, Ira's eyes traveled to the large clock on the classroom wall. "I should really get going," He spoke regretfully, eyes tracing back to Brian now. He looked up at the man suggestively, "Invite me over tonight~" He whined with a playful pout.