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frustrations

A few days have passed every since dinner with the boys. Jack had cried into his chest, and Zach had comforted him for as long as he needed it.

Jack was stuck doing the night shift for two weeks. Not that he's complaining about it in this specific moment. Oh, he wouldn't dare complain in this very moment.

Not when his lover is riding him like no other. Zach moves his hips in a wave like motion despite having Jack carving his fingers onto the soft skin of his thighs. His hands are making Jack's chest a leverage, his head his tipped back. Soft moans in the shape of his name are escaping his lips.

"Hey Zach?" Ava calls him as she opens the door. Jack is quick to pull the covers up, at least covering where they were connected. She suddenly screams and closes the door. "I AM SO SORRY." She booms out from the other side of the door.

"Oh my God, Ava! Learn how to knock!" Jack sighs.

Zach lays down. "A total mood kill." He scrunches his nose and then chuckles.

The curly head groans and rubs his face. "Fuck's sake." He sighs.

"I'll come back a bit earlier today. They'll be giving the classrooms a deep cleanse." He traces his chest with his index. "We'll continue then. hm?"

Jack gives him a little smile and nods. He moves closer to his ear. "I'll send some pics so you drive faster home." He chuckles quietly when he feels the hairs on his skin stand to attention.

"Are you decent now?" Ava knocks on the door.

The two sigh.

***

Zach spent the whole morning on edge. Truth is, being interrupted left him wanting Jack even more. He was close to the edge, too.  It only made things worse.

He shushes his students sternly.  Everyone looks at him in shock. He's usually so calm and smiley.

"Is everything okay, Mister Herron?"

He takes a deep breath not to snap at the poor girl who asks him a question.

"Yes." He replies quietly. "Just do your exercises in silence." At that moment, his phone buzzes. He checks it.

Jack had sent him a picture of him shirtless in the gym. He grips his phone and locks it. Not helping. Definitely not helping. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

His phone buzzes again. Another picture of Jack, this time he was in his bathroom grabbing himself through his shorts.

zach:
not helping.

jack🫀:
oh, ill help ya
in a bit ;)

zach:
we'll see about that

jack🫀:
i got you a gift ;)

Zach puts his phone on silent and starts writing on the board. He makes sure to make his handwriting legible. The chalk scratches against the board, and he takes one deep breath. He closes his hand into a fist to try to contain his frustration. He continues writing what he had jotted down as a possible solution for the exercise.

The bell rings loudly. A sign of peace, it seems."We'll continue correcting this tomorrow. Finish the worksheet."

He quickly packs his things and hurries out the door as fast as he can. Zach rushes to his car, throws his bag to the passenger seat, and takes off.

Each red light was a slap on the face. A grave reminder to just how much he aches for him. Zach quickly parks the car in front of the café and gets out.