Extra Credit (MxM)
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Matty had cooled off, wiping himself clean with tissue as he pulled on boxers. He grabbed a bottle of water and got under the covers, sitting up to read a book he kept in his travel bag. He knew he wouldn't get his cuddles, it was a prostitute thing to keep 'romance' as far away from work as possible. The dark-haired man knew that once Charlie was done with his shower, he'd gather his things and take off, likely back to work. So Matty would read his book until his eyes felt heavy, like he did on most days.
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Matty's assumption was correct- When Charlie exited that bathroom, he slipped on his clothes, and put his other things back into his bag, leaning down only to kiss the man. "I'm going now. You should get a hold of me if you ever want to do this again. It was fun. I.. I work on that corner most nights." He took the money off the night stand, tucking it into his wallet. He didn't say bye, but rather left without a word, walking to one the payphones to call a cab. He was done for tonight, and, anyways, his dad had been blowing up his phone.
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He appreciated the kiss, taking that as a way of saying bye. "I'll be sure to watch for you, Cupcake. See you around." His lips curved into a smile as he watched the younger leave, enjoying whatever views he caught a glimpse of. Matty could hardly focus on his reading, too busy imagining what all he could do with Charlie.
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When he got home, he found that his Dad's car was in the drive, and he hesitated. If the man was drunk, he didn't want to go in. But, if he didn't go in, he didn't really have a friend to go stay with, and would be sleeping in a shelter for the night. Not something he liked to do, at all. So, sucking in a breath, he unlocked the door with his key, and went in.
His father was sitting at the table, leaned back onto two chair legs, a bottle in his hand. His head was in Charlie's direction, but he hadn't seen him yet. Charlie was just about to turn and run, but he called out, "Charlie?" And he couldn't help but mumble some sort of response, sighing. He took of his shoes. -
Matty yawned, glancing at the time. It was getting late, and he had to go to the school to set up his classroom in the morning. Even though he didn't have to teach for another few days, he wanted to get everything set and ready in one day instead of doing it in the morning school was back in session while students were trying to come in. Too much hassle to keep them out of the way.
He closed his book, turned out the light, and slipped under the covers. His last thoughts were of his entertainment that night, wondering if he was a drop out. "Probably could've helped him stay on the right path..." He hummed and drifted into peace-filled sleep. -
At first, Dad seemed normal. He always did, at first. Talking about how good he was doing in school, if he was still friends with that one kid, how his classes were. It went on for a bit like that, but Charlie knew it wouldn't last. He wouldn't let him leave the hall, was standing there, blocking his way. Finally, he asked, "Where were you tonight?" The younger boy just shrugged, mumbled something about working, and dunked under his arm, darting upstairs. It was a good thing his head was still dunked, as the bottle that had been in his father's hand had just been shattered on the wall above him.
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(That moment when you don't have much to write cause your charrie's boring like that x3)
Matty's dreams were neuratic, constantly changing from one thing to another. He dreamt of becoming a great professor, then he dreamt about being in a classroom as a teacher and a student. But then other things would disrupt his mind. Exotic dreams, different forms of intercourse, but all with the same faceless person. He always wondered why they never had a face.. -
(That fine bby x3 Time skip, soon enough.)
His dad knew. Charlie knew he knew. Even when he wasn't drunk, he cheated Charlie differently, as if he were a walking STD. And, though he wasn't, the boy had to admit, at times, he hated his job. But, he wasn't going to drop it because his father told him to.
Locking his bedroom door, and pushing his dresser in front of it, he allowed himself to go to bed, undressing and sleeping in a clean pair of boxers- No fancy underwear- And not waking until morning. -
Matty groaned as sunlight beamed through the curtains of the hotel room. He couldn't wait to be moved into his apartment, so he could put up blackout curtains in his room. He sat up carefully, feeling a bit sore yet refreshed from the previous night. He remembered his entertainment, how good he felt around the older's waist. Letting out a groan, he went to the little bathroom to take a shower, releasing new tensions that formed from his memories. He needed to see that one regularly, and one day, he would fill Charlie until he couldn't take anymore.
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It was well into the morning when Charlie woke, and he shoved the dresser back into it's place after looking out the window to make sure his father's car was gone. He was a little sore, but he knew a warm bath and a cup of hot tea would fix that. Maybe he'd go to the park later, and hang out with some friends. Or, rather, he would have, if he hadn't remembered that today was the day he had to go to school to make up a couple exams he had missed. Groaning at the thought, he gathered his towels, and headed to the bathroom.
Charlie had a very set showering routine. His work gave his cause to be clean, but he really, really hated germs, so he was always really thorough. -
Once he was "squeaky clean", Matty dressed into a semi-formal suit and blowdried his hair, so the cold air wouldn't freeze it. And to maintain it's usual fluffy structure. Pulling on his coat and throwing on a scarf, he snatched up his keys and left the room, hurrying outside. He'd kept a box of materials and posters in his trunk overnight, so he wouldn't have to carry it back and forth. The school wasn't far; He'd be there within a matter of minutes.
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Glancing at the clock at he was dressing, Charlie realized he was going to be late. He'd have to walk to the school, after all, since he didn't have money for a cab, and none of his friends were going to be awake this early during the last days of the break.
He dressed in a long-sleeve plain s---, plain skinny jeans, and a black beanie, after combing his hair back. Looking in the mirror, he laughed, wondering if anyone at school had ever suspected he was a sex worker. -
The young man was whistling softly as he searched for a place to park. The teachers had their own parking space, whereas students had their own fairly large lot on the other side of the school. He also noticed that he wasn't the only one to come in to work during the holiday. A few others were either just getting there around the same time. The pulled his scarf over his mouth and adjusted his glasses as cold wind tried to prevent him from walking into the building, box in hands.
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*SHIRT NOT s--- , I'VE BEEN MAKING THAT MISTAKE A LOT LATELY
By the time Charlie got outside, he knew for a fact he was going to be late. Oh well. It took him ten minutes to walk to the school building, heading in the front door. He was supposed to go to the office to find out what class he was going to make his exams up in, but had heard through the grape vine that he was in Mrs. Alint's class, who was smack dab in the middle of the hallway. Mrs. A loved Charlie, as he was rather well behaved in her class, and they got along well. He headed to her class, wrapping on the door. The exams had yet to begin, he wasn't too late. -
Matty had received the keys for his classroom, heading right to the room to get his things together. He'd seen a few teachers walking around with papers, packets, pamphlets. And a few students here and there. Was there really some kind of makeup going on during the students' break? How cruel. Shrugging the dark-haired male shut his door, removed his coat and scarf, and turned on some music after accessing the computer. All the while dancing around and decorating his room as he pleased.
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