I Never Break Promises

"N-no!" He insisted, despite himself. He thought he was far past this annoying stage in his love life, but apparently he wasn't. "O-of course I'm not!" B-besides, this...this isn't..."

He felt his face turn red, and he gave up.

"I really want to hear you," he said, embarrassed. "I really, really do." He pulled down Mr. Kekoa's briefs and kissed the tip of his penis.

He inhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"N-no...really." He replied, swallowing roughly.

He smiled.

"If you aren't loud, then please don't cover your mouth--I want to know if I'm doing a good job." He licked the tip this time; the taste was almost odd to him, as it was different from Inge's.

"You have to rate my performance honestly, okay, Teach?"

He looked away, but he did uncover his mouth, as much as he didn't want to. He reflexively bit his lip to stop himself from making noise.

He took all of Mr. Kekoa into his mouth, sucking eagerly. He closed his eyes, like he normally did with Inge; it just felt more polite that way. He hoped Mr. Kekoa was blushing. Maybe then he'd feel less embarrassed.

He was flushed in the face, all right. Worse, he was panting rather loudly. He hadn't expected Tristan to be this good, but it somehow just made him feel worse.

-x-

"Tristan? Are you listening?" Mr. Kekoa asked. For the last minute Tristan had been spacing out... "Are you alright?"

Tristan jumped in his seat, his face red.

"Here!!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Tristan, the bell rang a few minutes ago..." He replied, looking worried.

"Oh," he said dumbly, looking around. "Oh!" He jumped to his feet, hastily shoving his books into his backpack.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! It was really nice meeting you, Teach--I really like you--I loved the class--I can't wait until tomorrow, okay?!" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and practically sprinted for the door. "I know it's only been one day, but is it okay if you're my new favorite teacher?"

Mr. Kekoa stared at him, unable to form a reply. What was he supposed to say? This kid was...weird as all hell.

"S-see you tomorrow...?" He offered, trying to think of something fitting to say.

"I can't wait to see you either!" he replied dreamily before crashing through the door.

-x-

The next day, Tristan hovered by Mr. Kekoa's desk.

"...Say, Teach," he said, as students began to fill into the class, "Do you think you might have an opening for a T.A. next year? You seem pretty busy." As it was only the second day of class, Mr. Kekoa was not very busy.

Mr. Kekoa looked up from his paperwork, taking off his reading glasses.

"Hm? A T.A.? For Drama? That's kind of strange. When the time for plays rolls around, I'll need extra help, sure. That might not be a bad idea, actually. Aren't you a senior, though?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, frowning.

"...I'm a junior, Teach. This is my first semester as a junior."

"...you are?" He asked, completely shocked. "Oh. I thought you were a senior...you're very large for your age."

He shrugged slightly. "In any case, that's fine. I wouldn't mind that at all."

Tristan blushed, awkwardly wringing his hands.

"Haha, yeah...I've been really tall since middle school, though recently I've stopped growing as much--I've only grown an inch since last year. But you wouldn't mind? Really?" He beamed hopefully, like a puppy. "I can't wait! It'll be so cool to help you out, Teach, you don't even know."

"Oh, that reminds me, did you hear that auditions for Romeo and Juliet are going to be held at the end of the month? I know it's early, but I wanted to get started on it right away. Are you planning on auditioning?" He asked.

He nodded eagerly.

"I want a lead role," he said. "Then, you'd have to help me out a lot, right?"

"Well, yes, because you'd be in the play so much...the only real lead role for you is Romeo." He smiled to himself. "Are you sure you want that role?"

He nodded eagerly.

"I can do it! I'll kiss a girl, even!"

"Well, you're going to have to." He replied, chuckling. "Now go sit down, alright? We can discuss this later."

He laughed.

"Yeah, but what if you cast Juliet as a boy? Then I wouldn't have to. That's more historically correct and stuff too, right?"

"...no." He replied, shaking his head. "Not at all. I think...no."

He just gave Tristan the look. The one that said, "...really?"

Tristan laughed anyway.

"That'd be funny, huh, Teach? Not that I'd mind, if he was cute and stuff."