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Grading Papers-Javey

Warning: just gays being gay

I forgot to tell you guys happy pride month because I got my period the first week and I think that's mildly homophobic. It's whatever.

But happy pride:)

This is just fluff basically. Just Davey and Jack being Davey and Jack.

Enjoy!!

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Davey sighed tiredly as he marked another answer wrong, shaking his head frustratedly. It was clear his students didn't grasp Macbeth as well as he thought they did, seeing as most of them either simply put the wrong answer or got the answer from an online source. That meant he'd have to go over Act Three again, and that was a bit of a hassle with his schedule.

But it was fine, school was almost over anyhow—all he'd have to do was finish the year, collect his bonus, and be on his way. He'd be virtually unemployed for three months, but he'd get a break from grading papers. All it meant was more time spent with his boyfriend, Jack.

Davey furrowed his brows as he stumbled upon an answer from one of his students. It was an opinion question, and he didn't it was wrong, but he'd heard the same answer recycled over and over again, and his brain was already on its last legs, he wasn't sure if whether or not it was good. He turned to Jack who was grading a separate assignment for his eleventh graders, and cleared his throat. "Jack, can you check this for me?"

Jack looked up from the paper of Kylie Henderson, who was much smarter than he was by a long shot, and grabbed the paper from Davey's hands. "What- You guys are reading Macbeth?"

"Yeah", Davey sighed with a smile. "None of the kids enjoy Shakespeare, so I thought it'd be more fun to act it out; it worked, but no one really grasped Act Three. Nathalie's answer to question eight was different than everyone else's, so I was wondering if you saw a different interpretation to the play that I didn't see."

Jack pursed his lips and read her answer: 'The play Macbeth discusses the differences between bravery and boldness, and how these traits interact with ambition and desires.' He whistled at the answer, shaking his head. "That's a better answer than I could've put."

"Nathalie is a brilliant student, but she lacks your wisdom", Davey complimented, and Jack felt his heart flutter. "But what do you think?"

"I can't say I'm well versed in Shakespearean plays", Jack admitted, and Davey sighed. "I mean, we read Fahrenheit 451. Sorry."

"It's not your fault", Davey sighed, grabbing his glasses. He placed them on his face with a rush, accepting Nathalie's paper from Jack's hand. "I guess she's right, though. Macbeth is praised for his bravery as a warrior, and how loyal he is to the crown at the beginning of the play, but then he kills Duncan out of an act of boldness, as well as well as Banquo and Macduff's family. He goes from fighting for a cause to fighting for the sake of it. I never realized that before."

Jack listened intently to what Davey was saying, even if he had no idea who Banquet or whatever was. It was simply easy to envy Davey's mind, and Jack felt lucky to be able to be invited to witness such an intimate part of a human being, especially one as amazing as Davey Jacobs.

With his glasses sliding down his nose, and his brows furrowed slightly as he reviewed the rest of Nathalie's paper. His fingers held the paper delicately, as if he was handling the Constitution, and the veins popped prominently as they lead to his thin fingers. His hair fell into his eyes, and he didn't bother to remove it, even as he squinted through the strands just to read the paper.

Even despite the stress Davey's job placed on him, between deadlines and final projects and millions of other things Jack came home to him sleeping over, Davey always enjoyed teaching. He always had another story to tell Jack, about something one of his students said, or about a new book he's excited to read with his classes. Even down to the conversations he had with his classes about books Jack didn't know existed, or had forgot he'd read. There was always a smile one Davey's face, and he was always ready to put more than enough into the effort of his job.

He was art itself. Jack wanted to tell him that.

He just did it in a less flattering manner.

"It's really hot that you're a teacher", he admitted, and Davey nearly spit-taked. "It makes you weirdly more attractive for some reason."

Davey raised a concerning brow at his boyfriend. "What?"

"It's just, like...you as a teacher makes so much sense and I'm weirdly attracted to that."

"Please don't tell me you had a crush on your teachers in high school."

"No."

"Then it has to be a sex thing. Please tell me you're not into teacher role play."

"I'm not-" Jack sighed and rolled his eyes as Davey laughed at him, enjoying his teasing. "That's not what I meant. It's just that you really enjoy teaching and I think it's really cute how excited you are when forming lesson plans, or describing your day to me. You're so in your element and you're confident in it, and that's what makes it really hot that you're a teacher."

Davey felt his cheeks flush at Jack's words, but it was worth it to see Jack blush at his smile. He placed his head in his palm and stared at his boyfriend sweetly, trying to emulate as much love as he could into his eyes. "Thanks, sunset. That was really sweet."

Jack shrugged, failing at being nonchalant. "It's only the truth, baby. You are really attractive."

"Uh-huh. And you're sure it's not because I work with kids."

"...What?"

"And it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm in an authoritative position?"

"No!"

Davey laughed at Jack's dramatics, even more so when Jack tried to be intimidating. "I'm just teasing you. Don't be so serious."

"I'm not I'm just-" Jack cleared his throat and picked up the first paper in front of him, pretending to read it. "I'm really into Jacob's answer for the...Metamorphosis? Is that a book?"

Davey gasped in shock, staring at Jack with an open mouth. "It's only one of the best books I've ever read! How have you- That's going on our summer reading list."

Jack groaned as Davey pulled out his phone and went to his notes app, typing away quickly. Jack wasn't even sure if he spelled it right. "The list is already so long."

"Well, blame the American public school system", Davey shrugged. "It's their fault you didn't read some of the most informative stories of our time. I still can't believe you never read Les Miserables."

"I saw the movie", Jack reasoned, and Davey rolled his eyes. "What?"

"That doesn't count! The movie is almost entirely different from the book, even the abridged version. You-" Jack began to fall into that place Davey's voice often led him to, where he was between carefully listening but not all there. He was aware of every word that fell from Davey's lips, but he wouldn't know if someone walked in with an entire mariachi band. It was as if Davey was performing a spell on him, as if he hadn't already—he was utterly convinced his boyfriend was a being not of this world, and they'd accidentally fallen for each other. "Jack?"

"Hm?" Jack responded, blinking slowly. Davey smiled at him, running a hand through the shorter man's hair. "Wassup?"

"We should head to bed", Davey directed, and Jack hadn't realized he'd been feeling tired. Again: the spells. "We can finish grading tomorrow. Can you walk?"

"What are you gonna do, carry me?" Jack joked as the both of them stood up from their table, and Davey rolled his eyes.

"No, I was going to watch you crawl your way to bed."

Jack gasped, clutching his invisible pearls. "I didn't know that was something you were into, Davey. We should discuss this-"

"Shut up and head to bed, princess."