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[Nov 8] [Professor Layton] A Puzzle
Title: A Puzzle
Day/Theme: November 8 / a history that threatens to repeat itself
Series: Professor Layton
Character/Pairing: Luke/Layton
Rating: PG
“Professor, why did you kiss her hand? Are you... involved with her?” Luke set his briefcase down and looked at the man expectantly.
“Kissing a lady's hand is a sign of respect,” the professor explained. “Kissing has various meanings, my boy.”
“On the lips means you're romantically interested in the person, right?”
Red tinted Hershel's cheeks. “In some countries it's customary to kiss the mouth or cheeks.”
“What is French kissing?” Luke asked suddenly, innocent of the implications. He cocked his head to the side at the sight of the professor's face suddenly red.
“Another time, my boy, another time.”
“Have... You ever--”
“Speaking of which this reminds me of a puzz--”
It was the boy's turn to interrupt, as tempting as the puzzle was. “You haven't, have you?”
The professor choked, making a sort of hiccup noise, and the room was starkly silent and uncomfortable. It was the first time Luke had seem him so uneasy, tugging on the collar of his shirt and gazing elsewhere.
“That's okay. I'll teach you.”
At this the professor's brows met together skeptically.
“I kissed a girl once... I don't know a lot but more than you.” Luke laughed. “I guess this time I'll be the teacher?”
“Luke, I'm afraid it's unnatural for two men to kiss.”
“I'm not a man... yet,” Luke stated, somewhat saddened by the point.
“That makes it w--”
The third interruption was Luke's mouth muffling the rest of his sentence. The professor's protests reverberated into his throat, but he never pulled the boy away. Rather, his hands hung in the air shaking. Luke's only leverage was his arms hanging around the man's neck, feet dangling against his numb knees.
He pulled away enough to speak and said against the professor's mouth, “Kiss me back. You won't learn anything if you don't do it too.”
Before he could say that he resolutely couldn't, his lips were taken again. He heard teeth clinking together, but that was soon forgotten when Luke's tongue invaded his mouth. With great difficulty, Hershel broke the kiss and said, clamoring for ways to end this smoothly, “I don't know what to do.”
“It's easy. Just kiss me the way you would like to be kissed.”
The distance closed between them again and gradually, shyly, he pressed his lips against Luke's.
“Now you've got it.” Luke said in-between kisses.
The final interruption was enough for him to finally wrench Luke from him. Luke's eyes widened at the “interruption.”
“What is that?”
In which case the professor disappeared immediately for a cold shower. He grew more bothered by the feeling that this wouldn't be the only time.
Day/Theme: November 8 / a history that threatens to repeat itself
Series: Professor Layton
Character/Pairing: Luke/Layton
Rating: PG
“Professor, why did you kiss her hand? Are you... involved with her?” Luke set his briefcase down and looked at the man expectantly.
“Kissing a lady's hand is a sign of respect,” the professor explained. “Kissing has various meanings, my boy.”
“On the lips means you're romantically interested in the person, right?”
Red tinted Hershel's cheeks. “In some countries it's customary to kiss the mouth or cheeks.”
“What is French kissing?” Luke asked suddenly, innocent of the implications. He cocked his head to the side at the sight of the professor's face suddenly red.
“Another time, my boy, another time.”
“Have... You ever--”
“Speaking of which this reminds me of a puzz--”
It was the boy's turn to interrupt, as tempting as the puzzle was. “You haven't, have you?”
The professor choked, making a sort of hiccup noise, and the room was starkly silent and uncomfortable. It was the first time Luke had seem him so uneasy, tugging on the collar of his shirt and gazing elsewhere.
“That's okay. I'll teach you.”
At this the professor's brows met together skeptically.
“I kissed a girl once... I don't know a lot but more than you.” Luke laughed. “I guess this time I'll be the teacher?”
“Luke, I'm afraid it's unnatural for two men to kiss.”
“I'm not a man... yet,” Luke stated, somewhat saddened by the point.
“That makes it w--”
The third interruption was Luke's mouth muffling the rest of his sentence. The professor's protests reverberated into his throat, but he never pulled the boy away. Rather, his hands hung in the air shaking. Luke's only leverage was his arms hanging around the man's neck, feet dangling against his numb knees.
He pulled away enough to speak and said against the professor's mouth, “Kiss me back. You won't learn anything if you don't do it too.”
Before he could say that he resolutely couldn't, his lips were taken again. He heard teeth clinking together, but that was soon forgotten when Luke's tongue invaded his mouth. With great difficulty, Hershel broke the kiss and said, clamoring for ways to end this smoothly, “I don't know what to do.”
“It's easy. Just kiss me the way you would like to be kissed.”
The distance closed between them again and gradually, shyly, he pressed his lips against Luke's.
“Now you've got it.” Luke said in-between kisses.
The final interruption was enough for him to finally wrench Luke from him. Luke's eyes widened at the “interruption.”
“What is that?”
In which case the professor disappeared immediately for a cold shower. He grew more bothered by the feeling that this wouldn't be the only time.