Teacher's Pet

.:Chapter Four:.

Zacky stood next to the teacher's desk in the empty classroom, wringing his hands together nervously as he waited for Brian to come back from the office. Zacky had tried to tease with the student teacher, and Brian had taken it seriously, then decided that he deserved punishment. He had been so tense lately.. He wished that Brian would hurry up. He wanted to go to lunch, he was starving.

Suddenly, the classroom door flung open and then slammed closed. Brian stood in front of the door, his arms folded across his chest and a look of disapproval on his face. He dropped his arms to his sides and began to saunter over towards Zacky; the teenager turned away and cowered, leaning against the desk for support.

"Please don't hurt me!" He cried, suddenly feeling way more afraid of Brian than he ever was of his parents. Brian's steps faltered, and he looked a bit hurt at Zacky's assumption that what he was going to do would hurt in the least bit.

"Why would I hurt you?" He smirked, stepping over until their bodies were pressed together. "I'd never hurt you.. But you've been bad.. And bad boys need to be punished." Suddenly, Zacky was whirled around and bent over the desk with Brian's hand sliding up and down his outer right thigh. Zacky suppressed a sharp moan by biting his lip, feeling Brian's hand reach between his open legs and roughly cup his stiffening jean-clad member.

"Ohh.. Brian.." The younger male whimpered, his fingers scratching at the fake wood material of the desk. Brian's hand disappeared from his swelling length, and then, both of Zacky's wrists were behind his back. "Please, Brian, please.." His voice trembled with need.

"Everything.. Is going to be alright.. My naughty little teacher's pet.." The brown-eyed man growled in Zacky's ear, his lips and teeth leaving marks on the back of his neck, which was covered in goosebumps. "Don't move your hands." He ordered, and then slipped his own hands away from Zacky's wrists to cup both sides of Zacky's ass in his strong hands.

Zacky was flipped over onto his back on the desk, his hands above his head as Brian stripped his t-shirt from Zacky's body. His lips pressed to the space between his pectorals, and then they trailed lower, and lower, and lower..

"Br-Brian.." He whispered in a needy tone, his back arched up off of the desk. Brian smirked up at the hazel-eyed boy before unsnapping the button on Zacky's jean with his teeth, a playful growl drifting past his lips. Zacky's hands rested on top of his head, and then they slowly began to reach down, desperately wanting to grab Brian's broad shoulders.

"Uh-uh.. Didn't I tell you not to move those hands?" Brian flashed his charming, seductive grin at Zacky, his mouth resting unbearably close to the tent in Zacky's jeans. A groan flew past his lips before Zacky finally moved his hands back to where they were, and Brian took that as a signal to keep going. He took the zipper between his teeth and tugged it down, making sure his lips dragged torturously across the hem of Zacky's strained jeans.

"Oh, Brian.." Zacky could only gasp as Brian's hand dipped into his pants, slipping past his boxers and wrapping around the completely stiffened male. Brian began to move his hand up and down in a stroking motion, when suddenly..

"Hey, you stupid twit!" A booming voice yelled, shocking Zacky out of his sleep and making him painfully aware of the ache below his waistline. The hazel-eyed boy then realized that his father was standing in the doorway, light pooling in from behind him in a way that Zacky couldn't see his face. "Shut the hell up! Some people are trying to sleep in this house, and nobody can do that with you moaning and groaning!"

"S-sorry.. My stomach is just really hurting.." Zacky stuttered, his eyes wide with fear. He wasn't lying. It seemed like every time his dad got angry, Zacky's stomach would drop through the Earth..