Mr. Novak’s POV
Monday went by like any other, then last period was about to start. How was I going to act that day when Dean was around? I mean, I’m one hundred percent positive we both enjoyed that action of intimacy, but I didn’t know. I guess I’d just teach like normal.
The bell rang and the class started to filter in. I was so nervous about seeing him.
‘You’re an adult, Castiel. Act like one,’ I told myself, so I could possibly calm down.
Dean entered the room with Crowley, laughing. It made me smile to see him happy.
Once everyone was seated, Dean and Crowley still messing with each other, I went through the role.
When I got to Dean, I stopped, looking over the list, stalling. “Mr. Winchester?” I looked up and our eyes met.
“Here,” he said, smirking and still looking at me.
I felt heat instantly well up into my face, so looked back to the list of students, and finished the last bit of the role.
The rest of class went on as normal as it could possibly get with the sharing of looks between Dean and I, involving him winking at me twice.
The bell rang and all of the students left except for him. “Good job teaching today, Mr. Novak,” he said, putting emphasis on my last name, while slithering an arm around me.
“Please, Dean. At least let me clean the board off before you go pulling any moves.” I chuckled lightly.
He dramatically sighed. “As you wish,” he said and walked off behind me.
I finished cleaning the board, and turned to see Dean sitting in my chair. “Really, Dean? Please remove yourself from my chair.”
He slowly arose from the chair, and made his way over to me. “But it’s so comfy,” he whined, holding my arms.
“Yes. I understand, but it’s mine.” I reached up and held his chin in my hand. “And you must ask for permission.” I went into kiss his soft lips, and he put his right hand behind my neck, pulling me deeper into this moment.
I couldn’t fathom how great the feeling of him and that kiss was. I forgot all the stress I had, and I only focused on that intimacy.
He pulled away, breathing a little heavy. “You’re my favorite teacher, Mr. Novak.”
Throughout this, Dean ended up with his back on the board, and I leaning against him. I smiled, “I’d hope so, Mr. Winchester.”
We ended up kissing in the same position for a few minutes, before his brother called, wondering where he was. I was incredibly upset he had to leave, but incredibly happy that I got to experience such a wonderful moment again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Winchester?” I asked, with much demand in my cold voice.
He stood in the doorway. “You will, Mr. Novak.”
