WHO: Lindsey and Aiden WHEN: Sunday June 29th, 2009 - after classes WHERE: History of the Rangers classroom WHAT: Harassing Professor Lancaster
Aiden was dusting off the chalk board-- they still hadn't come up with a cheap and easy alternative to blackboard and chalk. They could create Zords powered by coins, but something that would save his clothes from being covered in dust? Of course not. Grumbling to himself, Aiden moved to put away the chalk eraser and gather his papers, looking forward to going home to David.
Lindsey was wasting time, bored and looking for somebody to bother. Eventually he happened to decide to terrorize the professors on campus grounds if he could locate them. He hummed to himself as he walked, a bounce in his step that was too characteristic of him. He grinned at the sound of somebody bustling around in a nearby classroom and moved to investigate, his blond hair falling in his eyes when he peeked... "Ah!" he cried, excited about the prospect of conversation. "Hey there, man... my favorite professor," he joked.
It took Aiden a conscious effort not to cringe when he heard a familiar drawl from behind him. Tensing considerably he turned to see Lindsey, shimmering faintly and looking like a cat that had gotten the canary and the cream. "Shise." He cursed under his breath and then raised his eyes at his former student. "Lindsey -- you didn't come back for repeat classes I hope." He spoke dryly, his accent light and his eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of the younger man.
Lindsey grinned all the harder when Aiden responded a bit negatively. "No, of course not... I was your star pupil, remember?" In reality, there had been a few classes he'd done not as well as he'd like to have... and Professor Lancaster (both of them) were up there with some of the worst performances. "I just came to see uhh... what was up..." He tilted his head to a bit at the older man.
"You did hm?" Aiden asked, willing to humor the blonde. Lindsey had been a terrible student. Inattentive, talkative. He'd answered questions inappropriately and slept in class. Aiden knew that Lindsey was a pretty impressive ranger -- he'd saved the lives of many. But when it came to doing homework or paying attention to history. "Well, as you can see, I'm gathering my things and getting ready to go home to my husband. What have you been up to Mister Roland?"
"Oh, you know..." Lindsey leaned on a desk, his palms on the smooth surface as he balanced his waifish weight against the edge. "Seeing what trouble I can stir up, I guess. Y'know... the regular." He practiced looking coy, watching Aiden curiously. The older man was so fucking interesting and he couldn't help himself.
Aiden blinked a couple of times, his brow drawing in as he took in the suggestive way Lindsey moved, the look he was being given. It had been twelve years since he'd so much as looked at someone who wasn't David, but that didn't mean he was unfamiliar with flirtation. He gathered his books together for a third time, straightening them and giving Lindsey a critical look. "The regular eh?" He kept his tone neutral, his mind on David back in their apartment. "And have you managed to.... stir up any trouble?"
Lindsey laughed softly, shrugging. "Nah, not quite yet." He pulled himself up onto the desk, spreading his legs out in a suggestive manner. Whatever. Aiden could deal with it... he wasn't his teacher anymore anyway. "I'm intending on finding some, though. Even if it kills me."
Aiden looked at Lindsey with wide blue eyes, his own face perplexed for only a moment. The blonde was obviously -- obviously hitting on him. "Mister Roland. Surely that position can't be very comfortable for you." He cleared his throat, uncomfortable and unsure of what the blonde man was doing. "You might want to um.... reconsider how you are seated." It was as subtle as he could get.
Lindsey laughed, hard. He nearly fell off of the desk, so entertained by the professor's discomfort. "Sorry man, I just... I'm just kidding. I've got better things to do than you." He bit his lip; oh, he knew he was bad. He didn't need someone in an authorative position to tell him that.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that Mister Roland. As I have someone waiting at home who knows exactly what sort of things I like to do in bed." He replied archly, his left brow lifting as he gathered his stuff finally, putting in his shoulder bag, pausing a moment before giving Lindsey a saccharine smile that looked almost intimidating on his normally somber features. "Things that I don't believe you would be brave enough to do Mister Roland."
Lindsey scoffed openly, trying hard not to laugh at professor Lancaster. "Oh yeah? You think so, huh?" His brow raised as well, head tilting as he kept his eyes trained to the older man. "That's... um, ridiculous. You're like fifty, ain't you?"
"Age has never stopped me -- and I'm in my thirties. You're not too far off from those years yourself." He replied sagely, adjusting his bag and moving towards the door. "And I don't need you to believe me Roland." He replied easily, smiling proudly to himself as he thought about the things he and David did -- things they would do when he got home. "But I doubt very much you could handle the sort of things that David does."
"Ew, man. Old people sex." Lindsey wrinkled up his nose and held up his hands as though surrendering. "I don't wanna hear about that no more, okay? And man, my name ain't Roland. I don't call you Lancaster, do I?" He made a face and walked by Aiden, being sure to brush him a little bit. It was simply a taunt, nothing more than that. He knew Aiden was unlikely to do anything anyway. "I guess I'll talk to you later, yeah? When you're not feeling so gross and informative."