Blackmail Opportunity (Vin)

[Brendan James]

Backdated to first week of school after winter break

The day was over. Classes had ended roughly half an hour ago. But most kids, like in every other school in the world, rushed to the door the moment they heard that final bell sound, releasing them from their seats. Of course, this left Brendan with quite a bit of clean up. Especially being the art teacher. Though, he didn’t mind it.

You see, Brendan, who was normally in a good mood anyway, was in an even better mood than usual. Did that mean he was chipper? Hell no. He hated nothing more than those chipper bastards. They were annoying. Energetic was probably a better word to describe it. But he also wasn’t hyper. Actually, enthusiastic. That was definitely the best word you could use to describe him. If you were gonna do something, you needed to do it with enthusiasm.

And today his enthusiasm was bubbling over. So while he cleaned, he’d put in his ear buds and listen to the most ridiculous and awesome song on there… While singing and dancing of course. He figured he was safe. Thirty minutes was plenty of time for all the kids to leave the general vicinity of the classrooms that were no longer dragging them away from their friends.

Buds in, feet ready, voice check.

If only Brendan knew that his dance moves were shameful and his confidence in them misplaced. He could stay on his feet while ‘dancing’. But that was no testimony to whether or not he was actually good.

Singing though, Brendan knew exactly of his abilities. But showcasing them wasn’t exactly his favorite past time. Unless he’d been drinking, than you couldn’t get him to stop.

“I’m not trying to be rude,
But hey pretty girl I’m feeling you,
The way you do the things you do”

Though, Brendan wasn’t completely sure of all the lyrics. That and incase there were any lingering students around, he wasn’t singing the song in it’s entirety. But if he edited or actually didn’t know, he hummed.

“Running her hands through my ‘fro”

Of course, that line always made him laugh a bit. Pale, lanky Brendan sporting an afro. It was hilarious to picture.

“Sippin’ on coke and rum,
I’m like so what I’m drunk,
It’s the freakin’ weekend baby I’m about to have me some fun.”

With only a few tables cleaned, Brendan turned to clean some more. But instead froze. Apparently at some point during his little performance, a student had wandered in. He took out his headphones and looked at the boy. “You realize of course, I have to kill you now.” For a moment, he left his face completely blank. Just to see if the boy thought he was serious. Then a slow smile spread on his face and he chuckled. “Hope you videoed that. You could use it for blackmail at any point.”

[Vincent Verax]

Raiding the art room for supplies that he and Sammy could later use to make huge messes was one of Vincent's favorite pastimes. Whether it was paints and markers for drawing on one another or armfuls of glitter so they could pretend to be like those retarded Twilight vampires, there was always something fun that he could find.

He waited until classes were over before he made his trek to rob the classroom, but he wasn't expecting the teacher to still be in there. When he peered in the door and saw a person, he almost walked past and pretended like he wasn't about to steal things... but then he realized that said teacher was dancing... and singing.

Standing in the doorway with an amused sort of grin on his face, Vincent watched while the teacher danced badly to music only he could hear while he cleaned off the tables. But then he got caught staring. Vin just laughed at the threat (He'd heard them way too often from Sammy to be bothered by death threats.)

No longer concerned with what he might be able to steal from the art room, he marched right in. "Why y'stop?" Smirking, he swung himself up onto one of the tables and started dancing in a way that was more like flailing than anything else. "S'a good fuckin' song, man!"

And so commence the pelvic thrusts.

"Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce!" Vinnie piped up, hoping to encourage Brendan to join in with him. So maybe his previous goal had been derailed, he now had a new one: Impromptu dance part in the art room!

[Brendan James]

If Brendan were allowed to favor any student over another, this kid would be the one who received all the benefits. Actually, besides the general appearance, he was reminded a bit of himself when he was younger. Being no stranger to hopping on top of tables and dancing. In front of teachers no less.

So any reaction other than laughing at the boy’s reaction would’ve been wrong in Brendan’s eyes. But then the pelvic thrusts and the ‘bounce’s had him doubled over in laughter.

“Ok ok ok… You’ve convinced me!” But before he did anything else, Brendan unplugged his headphones from his ipod. On his desk, he had a small pair of speakers it to. So once it was secured in it’s spot, he started the song over, and jumped onto the same table at Vin.

“Now, usually I don’t do this.
I’m not trying to be rude,
But hey pretty girl I’m feeling you!
The way you do the things you do!”

Brendan sang the same lyrics over again. He even went as far as to mimic the pelvic thrusts Vin was doing only a moment ago. But the teacher made it his own by throwing in the ‘White Guy Overbite’ as he did them. At almost thirty years old, he thought it about time he start using that one.

“Girl I’m feeling what you’re feeling,
No more hoping and wishing!
I’m about to take my key
And stick it in your ignition!
Now gimme that toot toot!
Let me hear that beep beep!”

Losing his job was a real possibility. Dancing on tables with students and singing about taking one’s ‘key’ to stick it another’s ‘ignition’ was more than likely frowned upon at the Hammel school. Or any school really.

[Vincent Verax]

Brendan's laughter was all the encouragement he needed to continue his ridiculous dance. Had it been any other teacher, he had no doubt that he would have been shouted at and told to get off the table before he hurt himself. (Unless it was Chase. Chase knew better than to worry about Vincent's well-being.)

But when he was joined up on the table, Vincent thought all his dreams had come true. It was all he could do not to pull the man into a bear hug and weep with joy. Except without the weeping part, he was a man, and men don't cry. Or so he thinks.

Bumping Brendan with his hip and waving his hands above his head in a rather comical fashion, Vincent lended his voice to singing as well.

"It's tha remix t'ignition
Hot 'n' fresh out th'kitchen
Mama rollin' that body"

He took a moment to swivel his hips around in a rather exaggerated circle.

"Got e'ry man in here wishin'!" He was laughing as he sung, his entire face drawn into an almost manic looking smile. As far as Brendan's job security goes... I should think he's safe. Vincent had yet to be expelled and he'd done much, much worse things. Such as streaking. Lots of streaking.

... and oh, look, now Vinnie's taking off his shirt and spinning it over his head. How classy.

[Brendan James]

This kid was awesome. Awesomely awesome. Awesomely awesometastic. Never before had Brendan enjoyed the company of one of his students so much. Of course, he never really spent much time with any of the students outside of class. Though he was sure there was only a small, very small, handful that wouldn’t find dancing on a table with their teacher completely weird and awkward.

He began swinging his hips to the left and right, bumping Vincent’s hip back. But the circle the young boy made with his hips. It called for a facepalm and rather loud laugh. Recovering quickly, so he could continue singing.

“Sippin’ on coke and rum,
I’m like so what I’m drunk!
It’s the freakin’ weekend baby,
I’m about to have me some fun!”

It was impossible for him to keep a straight face as he sang. “Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce!” And because Brendan was a complete dork, he began bouncing up and down on the table.

Dancing on a table with a student, weird, but not something he could legitimately be fired for. Dancing on a table with a partially dressed student though… That was a completely different story. But Brendan didn’t think about that immediately. He just began laughing hard at Vincent swinging his shirt around his head like that.

It was not so funny that Brendan was going to follow suit. Common sense might not be Brendan’s strong suit, but he did have enough to know that the teacher’s shirt must stay on. That didn’t stop him from doing the same with his sweater vest though. And he did manage to loosen his tie too.

[Vincent Verax]

It was settled. Today was going down in history as one of Vincent's most favorite days ever, along with meeting Eli, the day Moe agreed to marry him, and the day that he and Sam had arranged a "Jell-O Resling" match out on the courtyard. What Brendan has yet to realize, however, are the consequences of his actions.

No, I'm not talking about how Hammel officials will react to him dancing with a shirtless student on school property. I'm talking about how Vincent is now going to stalk him forever. He can ask Eli what that's like.

Vin eagerly chimed in with the bouncing, shouting it rather than singing it for the sole purpose of hearing himself be loud. Okay, so Vincent may only have one volume setting... that's not the point here. The point is that if at any point someone were to walk past the classroom, there's no denying that they would have heard him.

"Now 's like murder sh'wrote
Once I getcha out them clothes"

He tugged gently on Brendan's tie for effect.

"Privacy's on th'door
Still they can hear ya screamin' more!
Girl 'm feelin' whatcha feelin'
No more hopin' an' wishin
I'ma 'bout ta take m'key
An' stick it in th'ignition!"

And back to the pelvic thrusts. This time, however, they were interrupted by a snorting laugh, Vincent no longer able to hold back the sheer glee he was feeling that this was actually happening and he wasn't dreaming.

He continued to whip his shirt around for a while before letting it go, sending it flying halfway across the room where it landed in a heap over the top of a stool. Vin whooped and then started playing air guitar, swinging his arm around in great windmills completely off rhythm. He didn't care about that, though, because this was too much fun!

[Brendan James]

As far as Brendan was concerned, the only consequence that could possibly come from this was being fired. But he wasn’t scared enough to stop enjoying the fuck out of this situation! More than anything, Brendan loved doing things that made other people go ‘what the hell?’ More than once, he was ‘detained’ while things settled from his shenanigans.

This was the most fun Bren had had in a long time. Before getting this job at Hammel, he’d even been considering going back to New York. But then he ran into Quinn and that made his decision seem like a very good one. And Vin now was just solidifying that. Honestly, with students like him, what the hell kind of teacher would EVER leave a place like this?

Having let his sweater vest slip from his fingers, the tie was next since it was almost completely undone anyway.

“So baby gimme that toot toot!
Lemme hear that beep beep!
Running her hands through my ‘fro”

And yes, Brendan was in fact that lame guy who at that moment, pretended he had an afro and was using one of those odd shaped combs to ‘fluff’ it.

“Crystal POPPIN’ in the stretch navigator!
We got food everywhere
As if the party was catered!
We got fellas to my left,
Hunnies on my right!
We bring ‘em both together we got junkin’ all night!”

Cue the slow exaggerated pelvic thrusts. Brendan’s dancing skills were abominable. But if you were to ask him, he’d tell you he was the Princess damn Diana of the dancing world… And yes, he often compared himself to Princess Diana. Did that make him less of a man?







A little.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent continued to whoop and holler as Brendan discarded his vest and tie, because he greatly enjoys making noise. And because there was a teacher semi-stripping in front of him. That had never happened before... and not from lack of trying. Where had this man been all his life?

"Then after th'show it's th'afffterr party
After th'party it's th'hotelll loobbbyyy
'round 'bout four ya gotta cleaarr th'lobbyyy
Then take it t'ya room and freak someboddyyy!"

The goth boy balled his hands into fists and matched Brendan's pelvic thrusts, trying his very hardest to make a sexy face... but failed and instead just snorted with laughter. Attractive, right?

But Vincent wasn't quite done being... obnoxious, horrible, inappropriate, and a thousand other adjectives that I just don't have the patience to type. He then decided it was time to dance like Moe. Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, Vinnie attempted to bootyshake. It was kind of hard considering how tight his pants were, but did that stop him? Nope.

He tried many different types of shaking his ass throughout the chorus of the song, still singing quite loud, but when it came to the last verse, he straightened up and slung his arm around Brendan.

"Girl we off 'n this jeep
Foggin' windows up
Blastin' th'radio
In th'back of m'truck"

No one should ever witness this.

[Brendan James]

If anybody were to EVER ask, stripping would not be the word Brendan used. Never would he use that word when asked ‘Explain to us how this happened.’ Because then he would not only be fired, but most likely lose his teaching license too. And what else would he be able to do then? Become a starving artist? Hell no.

Finding it impossible not to laugh hysterically at this boy’s sexy face, Brendan almost fell of the table when he threw his head back in laughter. His arms began doing that windmill move when you try to regain your balance. Most people would think ‘Hey, almost just fell on my head, I should stop.’ But was stopping ever Brendan’s motto? Uh… NO! So when his balance was regained, he began dancing harder, ‘showing that table who’s boss!’. Not smart Bren, not smart at all.

And then there was Vincent’s booty poppin’. For a moment all Brendan could do was stop and stare. Was there honestly a student, one of his own students, doing that on one of his tables? The thought that this might just be a dream, a very weird and twisted and concerning dream, played in his mind.

Rules be damned though! Living by the rules wasn’t really living! So Brendan continued his pelvic thrusting… In Vincent’s direction. And while he wasn’t a spiritual or religious man, he hoped to GOD that nobody would walk by and peek in. Then again, if they hadn’t already, they probably wouldn’t. It was Friday though… The only day teachers were as eager as students to get out.

Slinging his arm around Vincent’s shoulders too, Brendan was almost a little disappointed the song was ending. Because that was damn fun.

“Bouncin’ up and down”

Instead of bouncing this time though, Brendan stuck out his other arm and slowly brought it up and down.

“Strokin’ round and round”

His hips going in slow circles, imitating the face Vin’s ‘sexy face’, but honestly thinking it was sexy.

“To the reeeemix,
We just thuggin’ it oooooout!”

With the song ended, he looked at Vin. “Holy fuck you’re my favorite student ever.”

[Vincent Verax]

When Brendan started flailing his arms, Vincent thought he was just busting out a new dance move. It took a moment for his tiny brain to register that no, that wasn't dancing, that was falling. Immediately, he reached out and grabbed Brendan's shirt, giving a little pull to help the teacher get back on his feet. "B'careful, bro!" He warned with a laugh. If anyone was going to fall off the table and crack their head on something, it should be Vincent. He's nearly indestructible.

In Vincent's eyes, there was absolutely nothing wrong with a student dancing suggestively with his (new) favorite teacher. But his standards are not the kind that anyone should adopt. He also thinks it's perfectly acceptable to run around in the buff, blackmail his best friend, regularly threaten to (and/or actually) beat up his rival, and trick other students out of their hard-earned cash. Definitely not someone that anybody with a brain would aspire to be.

Vinnie matched Brendan's movements while they danced out the final lyrics to the song, although a little off time. When the last note of the song faded, he pulled Brendan into a massive bear hug. "Dude y'fuckin' AMAZIN'!" He seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't wearing a shirt or that Brendan was a teacher. His use of language? Hardly anything unusual. Getting in trouble for his potty mouth quickly ended up being a moot point shortly after his arrival to Hammel several years ago.

"W'shoul' d'that more of'en!" If all classes could begin and end like this, he might actually bother to show up to more than 20% of them. He jumped down off the table and wiggled happily. "Where th'fuck ya been all m'life, dude?"

[Brendan James]

Returning the hug in all his excitement, Brendan for a moment also forgot Vin was wearing a shirt. The fact that there was somebody so similar to him at the school was more than simply thrilling. Thank god! Not everybody at the school was so serious! Even when Brendan had attended the school as a student himself, he thought most of the people there were… Boring.

And of course, the fact that Vin reminded Brendan of himself when he’d attended high school didn’t hurt. Actually, he was a little jealous. He wished there had been a teacher back then that he could dance on a table with while he stripped.

Giving the boy a good squeeze, he let go of him, laughing. “Me?! You’re the damn amazing one! You got this rolling!” Honestly, Brendan wouldn’t have started this on his own. Not with a student at least. But he couldn’t help but to follow Vin’s lead! Especially since it was the exact kind of thing he loved to do.

Jumping down off the table, he laughed and Vin’s obvious happiness over their little act. “Oh don’t you worry Vin. We will! In fact…” He hesitated. Student… Teachers weren’t really supposed to be friends with students. Or spend time with them outside of class. But… Vin… Was the perfect embodiment of awesome. So Bren forgot about his hesitations. “Dude, you should come out with me sometime! We’d absolutely destrooooy wherever we went!” His invitation was absolutely serious, though highly inappropriate for their teacher-student relationship.

Walking around the room, collecting their clothes, he tossed Vin his shirt. Laughing again at Vin, he shrugged. “I like to keep my inappropriate acts to a minimum when at work. I like to think of it as a secret identity.” Bren said with a wink in the boy’s direction.

Slipping his tie back around his neck and tightening to its rightful place around his neck, he asked, “So Vin… Other than entertaining you, what can I do for you?” There had been a reason he’d come to the room in the first place after all. Unless he had somehow known that Brendan would be making a complete fool himself and had come to watch.

[Vincent Verax]

When one has an ego the size of Vincent's, one does not turn down compliments. "Fuck yeah, 'm 'mazin!" He boasted, puffing out his chest with pride. "But y'gotta admit y'fuck-awesome too, dude. I coulda done that wif anyone else an' got detention, butcha got all jiggy wit' me!" There was a moment where Vincent wiggled happily, much like a puppy meeting a new friend.

Look at Vincent talk like he's a pro at dancing on tables when really he just gets in trouble for fighting, shouting obscene things, leaping out of the classroom window, or busting out the waffle song with Sam in the back of the class. Although after today, he might just have to add table dancing to his repertoire.

Brendan's invitation made Vincent stare wide-eyed at his teacher for a moment. Hanging out with this awesome dude outside of class? Preferably with lots of alcohol? Laws be damned, Vinnie was going to party his fool head off with Brendan if it killed him... or got him arrested.

"SHIT YEAH!" He punched Brendan in the arm with delight, because that's another way that Vin shows affection. Granted, he might have been a bit overzealous and maybe hit a little harder than he intended to. "W'gunna fuckin' ROCK TH'SHIT OUTTA EVERYONE!" (I'm not entirely sure what that means, but Vincent seems pretty determined.)

Taking his shirt from Brendan, he slung it over his shoulder. Put it back on? Nah. Why would he deprive the world of his perfectly chiseled abs? He did, however, steal Brendan's tie and loop it around his neck. He had no idea how to actually tie it, but Brendan didn't need to know that. "Y'shou' get freaky at school. S'a good way t'relieve stress or somethin'." He gave a sage nod, as if he were the master of such matters.

Brendan put him on the spot with his question and Vincent wondered if he should admit that he was the cause of missing art supplies. "Uhhh... I was jus'... y'know... walkin' by an' heard y'bein' all badass an' shit."

[Brendan James]

Brendan smiled and laughed at the younger man’s pure excitement. And the teacher could help but to feed off his energy. This was what the world needed! More people like Vin and himself! People who were always willing to find the fun and be complete idiots! Nowadays people were too worried about offending somebody accidentally. A bunch of bullshit if you asked him. Pretending to ponder what Vin was insisting, Bren stroked his chin then said, “Hell fucking yeah I’m awesome” with a laugh.

He couldn’t help but give his arm a little rub after Vin punched it. And while he wouldn’t admit to it… Drinking wasn’t entirely out of the question. When the occasion actually came up, he’d probably hesitate at first. But what the hell did he care? He’d keep an eye on the kid. Bren wasn’t ENTIRELY irresponsible. Well… Not all the time at least. Because after all, this was the guy with the tweety bird tattoo on his chest. So responsibility was probably not one of his best qualities.

Laughing at the tie hanging around his neck after stealing it, Bren shook his head. “No no no… Ties are meant to be worn properly.” He reached towards him, grabbed a hold of the tie. After untying, he retied so it sat just right on him. “There. Gotta have some swag. Jesus. I will not be seen with somebody wearing a tie the wrong way.” He laughed winking at his student.

Nodding in agreement with the student, Brendan was pumped at the thought of doing this more. “Oh hell yeah. It should be a class! Table Dancing 101.” Laughing himself into a bit of fit, he shook his head. “Parents would be up in fucking arms, thinking we were trying to turn their kids into strippers. Next they’d be worried we’d be tellin’ ‘em to wear G-strings!”

Well… Since the boy hadn’t come here with any intention that Bren knew of… He considered for, honestly, less than half a second. “Well then what the hell are we waiting for? Lets get outta here and rock the shit out of people!” He said, practically sprinting to his desk, grabbing his bag, then to the door.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent looked down while Brendan fixed the tie around his neck, running his hand over it to smooth it against his chest. "Ch'yeah 'm a sexy bitch now." He made a mental note to have Brendan teach him how to do that as he traced over his own stomach, smirking. Ties could be quite sexy, if worn right.

Now, Vinnie wouldn't say that the sweater vest - tie combination fell into that category, but now that Brendan had divested of the former, Vincent wasn't above giving his teacher a once over. "Yer turn." He slurred, reaching over to unbutton the top few buttons on Brendan's shirt (yeah, that's real appropriate, Vinnie-boy) and then reached up to run his fingers through Bren's hair, messing it up. "An' now y'a sexy bitch too!"

Snorting at the idea of a table dancing class, Vincent fist pumped. "BES' FUCKIN' CLASS EVER! I migh' pass it." He chuckled, waiting by the doorway for Brendan to grab his things. "S'a good thing I ain' wear underwear." ... as if Brendan really needed to know that. "But y'know... some 'f 'em migh' look good strippin'." Just because he was already in a committed relationship didn't mean he couldn't look... or fantasize.

Vin threw his arm around Brendan's waist when he finally joined him at the door, totally oblivious to anyone that might still be lingering in the hallway. "FUCKIN' BADASSES COMIN' THROUGH!" He shouted in warning to anybody in earshot. Probably not a good idea, but he's so happy, let's not ruin it for him.

[Brendan James]

Laughing, Brendan nodded. “Sexy ass bitch you are!” Yeah… There’s most likely a rule about that. ‘No calling your students a ‘sexy ass bitch’. So many bad and inappropriate things happening. It would be enough to make a normal person’s head explode. However, Bren had always considered what was ‘appropriate’ to be boring and for stiffs.

And if it hadn’t been obvious before, it was SURELY obvious when the teacher, ya’ the one who’s supposed to be responsible?, didn’t make any objections when the younger man unbuttoned his shirt. Or messed up his hair. Obviously, his concern for keeping his job was no longer of any sort of concern. “Hell yeah! Now who’s the sexy ass bitch?!”

There was nothing he could say to Vin’s stripping though… Or the fact that he wore no underwear… And if vocalized ANY of his thoughts, Bren would march himself down to the police station and insist on being arrested. Just… Not ok. “I… Th-…” Shaking his head, he said, “Nope. Caaan’t say it.”

With his students arms wrapped around his waist, he laughed. “Yeah! Just some badasses over here!” And with that, he lead the kid to his car so they could begin their adventure… Because that’s really appropriate.


CONTINUED HERE!