he will go to the hospital I swear!

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Waking the next morning, tharn was to his stomach, to reach his arm to then pat the bed, furrowing his brow, he then opened his eyes to see type was gone.
Sighing, he then turned to go to his back to eye the ceiling for a moment to then get up to sit to look about.
"Type?"
He then darted his eyes to make a frown.
Guess.... He's doing something.
Then his eyes widen, remembering that other was still there.
Getting up and out, he then ran to the dresser to open the drawer to then grab some clothing to down on to then leave in haste.
Going to the kitchen, he looked over the empty table to then go into the kitchen to eye, still nothing, this was not normal.
Tharn then went about, room to room, finding nothing, he then took a deep breathe in to dart his eyes.
Where the hell would those to be?
Maybe types shooting range.
Going quick, he went to the lower part, to then go to the door to look through the glass to see type there, pointing a gun at a target to shoot.
Tharn breathed out in relief, then he looked to the side, to narrow his glare, types teacher came about with ear plugs to then place his hands to his arms to lower then a bit.
Tharn then went in quick, to go straight to them.
They both turned there heads to look, type then shrugged himself out of the embrace without much thought, to take a hand up to place down his ear phones to then walk to tharn.
"You shouldn't be in here without the proper gear tharn."
Type then used that hand to take off his ear phones to place to tharns head, he then took that hand to hold to then pull tharn along.
Letting it go type bent to grab another pair from a lower shelve.
Mirko and tharn looked to the other to narrow there eyes to glare at the other.
Type then got up to place new ones on, to then eye them, to raise an eye brow.
"Um.... Are you... Two okay?"
Tharn took in a breathe to then look to type.
"Mm, will you shoot into the middle for me?"
Type smiled.
Then they looked to mirko.
"Remember to breathe in deep and curve it a bit, can you do that for me?"
Type nodded to then turn to do just that.
Tharn looked back to the teacher in anger, he looked ahead to smile and wide has type was doing this for him, has he looked down, mirko stepped forward to place his hands to his hips to then correct his position.
Types eyes widen, to turn his head, before he could react, tharn had stepped forward to place his hand to the teacher to push him back, type then got in the middle, pulling down his head phones, to then place his gun to the counter, to then place his hands to tharns upper shoulder to eye.
"Hey..... Hey.... Calm down..."
Tharn then raised an hand to then point.
"Well, that prick needs to keep his hands to himself! You are not going to touch type, he is one of your students."
The teacher smirked.
"He was and also him and I have touched the other in different ways so....."
Tharns eyes widen to try and step closer, however type then started to push him back, to then turn him about to keep pushing.
"Hahaha mr. Certer, very funny!"
Type then pushed tharn out to then close the door to then wrap his hand to his wrist to then pull him to the kitchen.
Tharn kept his eyes to the action, going to the kitchen area tharn had, had enough. He stopped to then take his wrist back, type turned to eye..
"Tharn.... You know he is just doing that to get a rise out of you, I have spurned every single one of his advantages and...."
Widening his eyes has he rubbed his wrist, tharn then looked up to narrow his eyes to give type a glare.
Moving quickly to him, he gathered type to then place him to the dining room table to have him sit to the end, to go inbetween his legs to hang his head to then go to his pants to undo.
Types eyes widen in shock.
"What do you think you are doing!"
Tharn then went to his knees to grab ahold of types cock to grip a bit.
Type winced.
"I'm marking what is mine! I am very highly pissed off here type and if he comes, so be it, then he will know who you belong to!"
Types eye brows furrowed..
"Tharn! I do not want him to see you....nnn! Damnit!"
Type hunched himself a bit over to grab tharns head to grip his hair has he had engulfed his erection to deep throat.
"Ah tharn! Mm.... Stop..... Fucking....ah! He is..... Going to see....I don't want....nnn... That!"
Tharn closed his eyes to keep sucking and hard.
"Mm.... Tharn! Damnit! Knock it.... Off! I don't want anyone to see this.... Stop it!"
Tharn opened his eyes wide to then peer them up in anger.
Type gritted his teeth.
Tharn then took his mouth off to then go up to place his face closer to his, type breathed heavily to then grip the edge of the table.
"You.... Don't anyone to see? Are we back to that? Hiding our relationship?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"You know that is not what I was talking about! I don't want my teacher to see my boyfriend sucking me off! No one but me should see that!"
Tharn signed to then turn, type then place himself away to hop down to wrap his arms about to place his forehead to his back.
"I have told you time and time again tharn, I love you, nothing happened between me and him..... Okay? He will be gone in four days."
Tharn brought his hand up to cover types to look to it.
"4.... More days?" He questioned.
"Mm. Now, turn around I want to kiss my man, I don't care of he sees that."
Tharn smiled to then turn to wrap his arms about his body to then pull him to his, there eyes darted.
"Really now?"
Type moved his arms up to wrap about his neck.
"Very."
Before they could kiss, the teacher had just came up to hear everything, in his anger and wavered self control he couldn't stop himself, he liked type to much.
He then went to them, where tharn groaned and type eyed him.
"Yes?"
The teacher placed his hands to his waist to eye type to shake his head.
"Mm, you didn't say anything like this to me when we laid in bed after an incredible sexy round, you said you loved me and was going to leave him, what the hell!"
Type looked to him highly confused.
"Excuse me!?"
Tharn widen his eyes to then take his hands away to then push type, type looked to him with a sullen face.
"You did what type!"

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