Teacher's Pet

.:Chapter Six:.

Brian stepped out of the bathroom, his hair soaking wet and dripping onto the towel he had draped around his neck. He only wore a pair of shorts that seemed to resemble swimming trunks, and his bare chest glistened with water droplets that hadn't yet dried. He hoped Zacky wouldn't mind.. Or maybe he didn't care. Maybe he wanted Zacky to see him shirtless, maybe he wanted to make the younger boy shift in his pants and bite his lip at the sight of him. Maybe Brian needed Zacky to want him, the same way that he had always, very undeniably, wanted the hazel eyed boy.

Zacky looked up from his spot on Brian's bed, his face immediately turning bright red at the sight of the brown-eyed man's bare, muscular torso. "Ha-have a nice shower?" He stuttered only on the first word, a nervous smile spreading across his face. Brian nodded, ruffling his hair with the towel before he threw it to the floor and plopped down beside Zacky, his hand resting on his own chest. Zacky couldn't help but let his eyes wander all over Brian's bare torso, biting the inside of his lip discreetly.

"Today was pretty interesting.." Brian finally said after what seemed like an eternity of silence, turning his head to gaze at Zacky with a gentle look swirling in his brown eyes. Suddenly, he reached forward and laced their fingers together, his gaze not faltering once.

"Why do you say that?" Zacky asked nervously, focusing on their hands. He couldn't bring himself to look at Brian, not now that they were holding hands.

"Everything just played out so.. Well." Brian shrugged, earning a cocked brow from Zacky. "I mean, think about it," The brown-eyed man pecked Zacky's bruised cheek, forcing a shy giggle from the hazel-eyed boy's throat. "If I hadn't had to go grocery shopping, I would've never been in the parking lot. And if your dad had.." Brian took in a deep breath. "If your dad had hit you any sooner or later.. Which I really wish he didn't, because I hate seeing you upset, but.. If he had waited any longer, you wouldn't have found me and we wouldn't be here right now."

"Wow.. I never knew that saying was so true." Zacky murmured, seemingly to himself. Brian raised his brows in curiosity, tilting his head to the side.

"What saying, Zee?"

"Everything happens for a reason." Zacky whispered, a smile of realization spreading across his plump lips. Brian's gaze lingered on his lips, his eyes dancing playfully as his hand slowly slid up and rested on the back of Zacky's head. Zacky smiled and closed his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to the inked skin of Brian's arm; the brown-eyed man swallowed nervously, unable to stop himself from imagining how it would feel if Zacky's lips were on his. Brian shook his thoughts away and then began running his fingers through Zacky's raven-like hair.

"I want you to be happy, Zee. I hate seeing you so sad.. And I want you to be safe, too. I don't ever want you to be hurt again. I hate seeing you frown all the time.. I just want you to smile. I want to see you smile, and I'll do anything to make you smile." Because I'm so in love with you it's insane.. Zacky gazed up at him, his heart hammering against his ribcage so loudly, the sound seemed to fill the room. His mouth opened and then closed again as he searched for something to say, but nothing would come out. The words were caught in his throat.

Brian sighed, pressing his lips to Zacky's forehead in a gentle kiss, his fingertips tracing the outline of the bruise on the hazel-eyed boy's cheek. Zacky held his breath and closed his eyes as he felt the older man's lips trail down the bridge of his nose, and out of reflex, he slowly began lifting his head in an attempt to make their lips meet. His mouth rested in a slightly open position, almost as though he was waiting for Brian's kiss, but the brown-eyed man hesitated; he wasn't sure that Zacky was completely stable right now, he was afraid that he would still be hurting from his father's abuse. Taking in a deep breath, Brian placed a kiss to both corners of Zacky's plump lips, then laid back down on his side.