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      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Professional_Wrestling, WWE, World_Wrestling_Entertainment
  Relationship:
      Dean_Ambrose_|_Jon_Moxley/Roman_Reigns, Dean_Ambrose_|_Jon_Moxley_&_Roman
      Reigns
  Character:
      Dean_Ambrose_|_Jon_Moxley, Roman_Reigns, Charlotte_(Professional
      Wrestling), Dana_Brooke, A.J._Styles
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher,
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Bullying, Slurs, Difficult_Home_Life,
      ILLEGAL_CHANTELLE
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      Published: 2017-03-14 Completed: 2017-04-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3450
****** Teach ******
by intergalacticbooty
Summary
     Roman first met the boy when he was a freshman. Incidentally, it was
     the first year Roman had begun teaching history in an actual school.
Notes
     I am so sorry for this.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Roman first met the boy when he was a freshman. Incidentally, it was the first
year Roman had begun teaching history in an actual school.
He had done a lot of student teaching in the suburbs while finishing up his
degree in education, so it was a bit of a culture shock when he ends up in an
inner city high school, where the graduation rate is under 50%, there aren’t
enough textbooks for any class and most of them are outdated, 90% of the kids
get free lunches, and there’s crumbling plaster in the corner of his office.
But he tried to make the best of it. And that boy made it a bit easier. Wearing
an oversized, dingy sweater with shaggy, auburn hair and a moon face as he
tentatively lifted up his hand to answer a question. He always answered and
most of the time he was right. Blue eyes would widen in interest each class.
Some of the kids gawked, others laughed, but the boy, who Roman soon learned
was named Dean, simply shrugged it off.
Roman came to find he shrugged a lot of things off, maybe some things he
shouldn’t shrug off. Like the way he would shrug off others calling him a fag,
making fun of his mother, and dumping the books he had gotten from the library
onto the floor. The history teacher hadn’t witnessed most of the physical
altercations, the kids weren’t dumb or brave enough to start much crap when he
was around.
+
But there was that one time, during the second half of on Dean’s freshman year,
when Roman overheard two girls in his afternoon history class going on and on
about some prank, Dean’s name being mentioned between giggles.
“And what, exactly, is so funny?” Roman hovered over their desk, staring over
his glasses at the duo of blondes.
Charlotte simply snickered a bit more before Dana answered on her behalf. “Oh,
i-it’s nothing, Mr. Reigns.” The girl batted her eyelashes at a failed attempt
of presenting as innocent.
“Your little giggle fest is distracting the class. I’d say it might even be
detention worthy…” Roman stroked his beard slightly, Charlotte rolling her eyes
and Dana gawking. “…unless, of course, you tell me what’s so funny.” He bent at
the hips, one hand over his back as he glared the girls down.
“Fine, fine, God!” Charlotte huffed, throwing her hair over her shoulders.
“Some of the members of the football team were gonna pay that little…freshman,
Dean, a visit after school.”
“What?”
“Well, he did get caught perving on AJ…and you know how much he hates f-…” Dana
stopped speaking as soon as Roman flicked his gaze over to her.
If Roman finished up his class quicker than he intended, well then it just
meant he was a concerned educator. He wracked his brain, deciding if he should
go to the administrators about this or act fast and handle it himself. He
decided the latter.
AJ, and his goonies Luke and Karl, were rather unimaginative and decided to
drag Dean out to the football field to humiliate him. Roman could see them in
the distance as he made his way to the back of the school, shoving at him.
“Hey, HEY!” He yelled across the large space, jogging up closer before breaking
out into a full on sprint as Dean’s form comes into view.
The boy’s been stripped into nothing but his briefs, white and maybe torn from
being worn down with a lot of wearing. There’s red lipstick (he’s pretty sure
he’s seen that shade on a particular blonde) across his forehead that spells
‘fag’ and he’s got a few bruises forming, and his nose is bleeding.
Roman was a professional, an educator first, but that didn’t stop him from
tackling AJ to the ground with more force than was necessary, pushing the boy’s
face easily into the terf of the field.
“C’mon Mr. Reigns…we were just havin’ a lil fun with the freshie.” AJ wheezed
out as he dialed the main office from his cell phone, easily getting some of
the administrators and other staff out to help as he eased up on the boy.
He patted AJ down and found a lighter and duct tape, too, almost shivering at
the thought of what the junior might have tried to do.  “You are in a lot of
fucking trouble, Styles!”
Roman was so enraged, almost taken aback by the sheer rage the situation caused
him that he didn’t fully factor in there was a shivering, nearly nude student
in front of him. He quickly shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it over Dean’s
shoulders. “Hey, hey, c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Let’s…c’mon…”
The boy’s body was thin, littered with some scars that were old, too many scars
for only being 14, 15 at the oldest. It was...sickening. Disturbing and made
Roman’s heart ache.
Dean sobbed, pale face turning pink as he started to hyperventilate. All Roman
could do was coo, leading him into the locker room off of the gym and beginning
to wipe off his face. Fortunately the bleeding of his nose stopped and the
lipstick came off with ease, but his breathing just got heavier and more
strained. “Oh, Dean, deep breathes, okay? It’s okay, it’s okay…” He ran cold
water over a towel, patting it over the back of Dean’s neck which managed to
calm him down a tad.
“I-I didn’ me tuh…t-to l-look at ‘em…d-din’t mean t-to look at ‘em while h-he
was changin’…I-I ain’t no fag, I-I…”
“Hey, hey, what he did was wrong, Dean, okay?” Roman whipped at the fresh tears
that started to fall once more, Dean burrowing into the borrowed sweater, body
trembling viciously. “None of this was okay, gay or not. Okay?” He tried to
keep his voice even, but couldn’t help raise the volume a tad.
Dean nodded in agreement though, breathing out slowly. “I-I can’t…now t-they’re
all gonna…c-come after me…”
“Not if I can help it.”
“M-Mr. Reigns…”
“I mean it, Dean…no more of this. As long as I’m here at this school, I want to
make sure you’re safe. It’s my job and I’m not going to let any bully get in
the way of your education. You have a brilliant mind for history and you should
be proud of it.” Roman patted the boy’s soft, auburn hair as he smiled a little
shyly. How…sweet. He had adorable dimples. “Is there anyone we can call to come
pick you up?”
“…n-no…Ma’s not gonna be able to.” He picked at his fingernails, avoiding
Roman’s gaze.
The teacher let out a defeated sigh, nodding in understanding. “I have some
spare sweatpants and a t-shirt I can give you, and I’ll drive you home?”
“Mr. Reigns..c-can’t ask you t-ta do that for me…”
“And I’m also taking you to McDonald’s on the way.” He decided diligently, the
boy smiling shyly. Sure, it was a weak ass compensation for having to deal with
what Dean has, but Roman’s hands are tied as an educator. He would really like
to have whipped that AJ’s ass, but that’s not really appropriate or legal. But,
more importantly, his promise to Dean wasn’t hallow.
+
Roman adjusted his schedule so he graded his papers at home on the weekends or
at night, resolving to use the time he normally would to let Dean come and eat
lunch with him. He got a few strange looks from other teachers and
administrators, but quickly shot them down with a comment of ‘I didn’t see any
of you monitoring the football field like you were supposed to’ and it shuts
them up real quick.
It was a tad awkward at first, the boy picking at his carrots and PB&J sandwich
with trembling hands. But Roman was patient, giving him small reassurances and
engaging him in conversation, even if the only responses he got for a long time
was just a small nod or a shake of his head or nervous, wide blue eyes.
He drove Dean home more often than not, trying to ignore the slight ache in his
chest as he saw his student open the door to a house that looked moments away
from falling to pieces. At least he was able to make sure Dean was fed and
clothed, finding more often than not he started bringing spare sandwiches for
the boy to take home and a few extra t-shirts or sweatpants.
As the summer approached, Dean began to open up. He’d ask Mr. Reigns about the
history textbooks in his office, where he was born and raised, how college
went, and more.
Roman asked Dean about what he liked to do for fun (play video games on his old
64 he get from a Salvation Army) and what he wanted to do when he was older
(open his own autoshop). He was such a good, sweet boy. Roman’s heart ached for
him in a manner he didn’t quite understand. A combination of a strong need to
nurture, to help him grow, but a part of Roman thought there might be something
else. Something that he will keep buried deep, so help him god.
+
Roman taught summer school, but didn’t see much of Dean. Despite the boy’s
rough appearance and hard upbringing, it was obvious he was a good student and
didn’t really need summer school. The teacher found himself a bit disappointed
in some ways, having gotten used to their little chitchats and came to love the
boy’s company.
So maybe he was a little too overjoyed when he saw Dean was registered for his
advanced global history class for last period the next school year.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was like any other last period, Roman finishing up a lecture on, ironically,
ancient romans. Of course the puns wouldn’t stop coming from his students, but
he went easy on them. They were, after all, advanced in the subject and
actually cared about the material.
All of the teens filtered out easily as the bell signaling the end of the
school day. Except for the pretty auburn haired boy. He seemed lost for a
moment, sparkling blue eyes staring off in the distance, lost in thought or
concentration.
“Dean?” The history teacher slowly approached the boy, leaning down over his
desk. That seemed to snap him out of the trance just fine, smile spreading over
his face with those precious dimples.
“Sorry, Mr. Reigns, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout something…” He looked almost flushed,
getting up quickly from his chair and almost knocking it over in a hurry. “…I-
I, uh, um…gotta head out now…”
“Want me to give you a ride home?”
“No, no, ‘s fine. Still warm out, so I can walk…” And with that he was gone. It
was a tad strange, but Roman figured not that strange considering he’s a
teenage boy.
+
The sun set before Roman left that night. He ventured back into his classroom
one last time, like every evening, to check and make sure nothing was left
behind. A just hand runs across Dean’s desk ever so slowly, tracing the wood
before he noticed the edge of a book sticking.
Further inspection reveals it’s a plain black composition notebook, Dean’s full
name scrawled in his rushed handwriting, the lines underneath saying ‘open
this, get fucked up’. Roman chuckled at it, taking the notebook with him.
He’ll return it to Dean tomorrow after class. It’ll be fine and he’ll respect
the boy’s privacy, his trust. It took so much to get to this point and Roman
prided himself on being someone Dean could open and confide to.
No way would he put that in jeopardy by violating Dean’s privacy.
+
It’s 11 at night and the notebook is laying on Roman’s dresser, menacing and
mocking he tried his damnedest to sleep, laying back on his pillow before
sitting up to fluff it for what had to be the 80th time in a matter of minutes.
He caved, hated himself for doing it and felt guilty and sweaty as he did so.
Slowly, ever so slowly he opened the notebook.
‘Don’t know what to say.
Mr. Reigns says I should find some ways to cope, something to help deal with
school stuff and home stuff. Don’t know what to talk about or what to do with
this, but I figure it’s better than kicking holes in walls. Don’t know if I buy
this whole journal writing thing, but I’ll do it because Mr. Reigns said so.
Maybe I should show you what he looks like? I mean so it’d make sense to you.’
Roman found it endearing that Dean had taken his advice to heart, and even more
endearing that the boy was treating it like a person.
He flipped to the next page and gasped. The drawing was…fantastic and it was of
him. So that’s what Dean meant by showing the journal what Roman looked like.
It was just a headshot, sketched from memory and, while rough, was insanely
realistic. It was…impressive. Dean had idly talked about art ever so often, but
didn’t get into much detail and refused to share any art.
He was already such a bright boy, but hiding this talent behind leather jackets
and baggy hoodies and shaggy hair and a sweet, secretive smile.
Roman was smitten.
+
He kept flipping through the pages, interspersed with newspaper clippings,
drawings, and other notes. It was fascinating, seeing how Dean had grown in the
past year since they met. God, it made his heart swell with pride.
All the emotion, he even tears up a little at a few things, feeling even closer
to Dean than ever before. And then he stops dead in his tracks on a page.
‘AJ was right…I am a fag. Mr. Reigns says what AJ said was wrong, but he’s
right. I can’t help it, but I don’t want to.
Mr. Reigns makes it worse, though. He’s so goddamn handsome and it’s like he
doesn’t even notice it.
I touched myself thinking about him. His hands look so big and warm.’
Jesus.
Fucking
Christ.
Roman frantically began flipping through the pages, finding more and more
messages like that interspersed with the normal until he gets to a halfway
finished sketch of himself, nude.
‘I saw his tattoo through a white tank top while he was teaching summer school.
I know I wasn’t supposed to be on campus but I just snuck in for a moment to
see him from afar.
I wanted to say hi, but…seeing how big his arms are, his chest, and that
awesome tattoo. If only I could somehow see all of him. Then I could sketch him
right.
Yeah, right. Like he’d ever let me see any part of him. Like he’d ever want me.
But I can imagine, right?’
Oh, Dean, he can imagine, too…
+
He kept the composition notebook with him all day, not having opened it up
since he say the half drawn sketch.  It itched his palm as he carried it
underneath his textbooks and lecture notes.
Roman really wished his advanced global class wasn’t last period. Seemed as
though fate was smiling down on him, however, as the day went by quickly.
Sadly, Dean wasn’t at his office door to eat lunch with him like normal. It was
becoming a bit more of an occurrence, but Roman wondered in the back of his
mind that perhaps Dean was in the library, practicing his craft or reading up
on his sexuality.
He shivered at the thought of it.
When the bell rang that signaled the start of last period, Roman sighed a bit
of relief and took Dean’s notebook in hand, greeting his students as they
filtered in.
There was that gorgeous mop of auburn hair, soft and fluffy and bright blue
eyes. “Dean, pleasure to see you…I think you left this after class last night.”
He offered up the notebook, his own dark eyes meeting Dean’s bright blue ones
and suddenly the boy looked terrified.
Despite all of that growing up, the facial hair and the height and everything
else, his eyes form into deep, dreaded pools like they did that faithful
afternoon in the football field.
“D-Dean?”
The boy started to back away slowly into the hall, almost tripping over his
feet. “N-No, no…just, leave me alone!” He rushed off, jetting for the double
doors at the end of the hall.
Roman knew technically he should call into support staff to bring Dean back
into the classroom. He didn’t bother, but it worried him deep inside. Had be
broken all trust with the boy? Did he make his snooping that obvious?
“Alright, that’s enough of a show, let’s get started with today’s material.” He
dawned his teaching mask, despite the turmoil that churned in his gut.
+
He brought the notebook and all of his assignments back to his office, trying
to down himself back in paperwork and grading. He’d fallen in love with this, a
fucking 15 year old, his goddamn student and once more…violated his trust.
God, he was the worst of predators, worse than that AJ punk and maybe even
worse than Dean’s mom’s boyfriend. Because he betrayed his trust and-
A rapid knocking, impatient on his office door and Roman stood up almost too
quickly, opening the door to find frantic baby blues.
“D-Did you look in it!” Voice was accusatory and rightfully so.
“You left class.” Roman started, tried to remain calm as he walked back to his
desk, sitting down and putting the journal on top of his papers.
“Did you look at it?” He was softer now, looking fearful and huddled against
the door. Fear isn’t a good look on Dean.
“I did.” He slid his eyes closed, not prepared for violating that trust.
“I-I’m s-suh, sorry…” Dean’s blues fill with unshed tears almost instantly. “I-
I didn’t want you to hate me…”
“What? Dean, no, no!” Roman wanted to give him his space, wanted Dean to leave
if he could but he stands up instantly, crowding up to the boy and laying hands
on his shoulders. It hurt to see him flinch as he did so. “I’m the one who
should be sorry…I looked into this book that was your private thoughts without
your permission, Dean.”
“Y-You’re not mad at me?” And despite all that growing, it’s so painfully
obvious how innocent the boy still is.
“Why would I be?”
“T-The pictures…the things I said about you, Mr. Reigns…t-that I’m a fag…”
Roman pulled him in close, the boy’s head resting on his chest as he hugged
him. “Don’t say those awful things about yourself anymore, Dean. A-And…I’m
quite flattered, actually, and you’re an amazing artist. You shouldn’t be
ashamed, what you’re feeling is natural, normal…e-even beautiful. Like you.”
Dean stared up at him, those wide eyes of bewilderment. Oh, Roman would never
get tired of them. “Y-You think ’m beautiful? No way, you’re like…insanely
gorgeous Mr. Reigns, next level, man…”
He chuckled, before he ever so gently slid his hands to Dean’s hips. “You are
beautiful, Dean. And smart and sweet and so funny. And talented.” Roman leaned
down, body moving beyond his control, his mind knowing it to be so wrong but
his heart not giving a shit. He caressed Dean’s face in his hands. “How you
feel about me? Well, that’s how I feel about you, Dean.” And in an instant, the
boy launched himself forward, lips smashing against Roman’s own in an untrained
fashion. It was mostly teeth and lip and Roman let him, rubbing at his lower
back.
“O-Oh, Mr. Reigns…”
“You can just call me Roman, baby boy…” The boy nodded, a little dazed and
flushed all over. “…not bad for your first time kissing…lemme give you
something else, okay?” Roman chuckled, before leaning in and slipping his
tongue between Dean’s lips. The boy relented easily, sagging into his hold and
moaning around the intrusion.
He could feel Dean was hard, flushed and gorgeous and so sweet. “Roman, oh,
Roman…”           
It was so easy for Roman to get on his knees, to stare up at Dean’s gorgeous,
flushed face. “Did you think about me doing this while you touched yourself,
hmm?” He didn’t care it was wrong, he didn’t care about anything except the
little moans that cascaded as he caressed the boy’s length, as he swallowed his
cock down with ease,
+
Roman took him home with him, notebook in hand. Dean got more than enough
detail to complete his sketch after that night.
Chapter End Notes
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