Mr. Barakat stood at the front of his year 12 English class, telling them about the piece of homework they'd been given and smiling at the clock as he saw it was ten to three, ten minutes until his work day ended. Don't get me wrong, he loved teaching, but there was just something he really wanted to do tonight. It was something he'd been planning for ages, and he could only do it after his class has buggered off.
"So, remember to read the last chapter of Lord of the Flies and tell me how Golding presents Jack and Piggy through out the novel and then compare the two characters. You have a week."
His statement was met by a round of groans and he smirked.
"Guys, you've been writing stuff like this for three years. This should be easy."
His class whined again, most of them sighing, but what more could you expect from a group of 17 year olds?
A dirty little moan from the back of the class made the room erupt in to giggles and Jack sighed, fighting a smirk. He looked over to the source of the sound, finding Alex Gaskarth slumped over his desk at the back of the class. Alex had been sleeping through most of the lesson, but Jack didn't mind. Jack had taught Alex for three years, and ever since he first walked in to his class at 14 Jack had been a little attached to the teen. He wasn't attracted to him at first, but as he started to get older he got more attractive, and Jack couldn't handle it. Alex would bend down in class, wiggling his ass around in those tight, black skinny jeans he wore every day. Not only was he sexy, but he was absolutely gorgeous. Alex had been flirting back too recently, and blushing when he saw Jack in the hallways. Alex had been asleep through this entire lesson, but about half way through he'd started to mumble in his sleep and let out dirty, slutty moans. Jack's name feel from his lips a couple of times too. Luckily never Mr. Barakat, just Jack. Jack had been tutoring the boy after school some times, to let him get his class credit up and also so he could stare at the teen and flirt a bit. There was only seven years difference between them, it wasn't that big of a crime. So, Alex luckily called him by Jack. "Yes Sir" ocasionaly slipped past his lips too, and that turned Jack on so much he had to sit down behind his desk to teach. The 25 year old had bit down so hard on his lip the past hour he was sure he'd drawn blood, but that was better than letting out a moan in the middle of class, just like Alex was. So tonight, when everyone had left the class, Jack was going to keep Alex back. He'd tell him everything, then bend him over the desk, tying his hands with Jack's tie, leaving little bite marks on his jutting out hip bones and leaving hickeys on his-
"Urm.... Sir?"
Jack snapped out of his daydream and cleared his throat.
"Yeah Rian?"
"You sort of spaced out there."
Jack smiled politely and nodded.
"Sorry bout that man. Anyway, class dismissed"
The bell rang through the halls as he said it, making his class run out if the door and Alex bolt up awake, wiping a bit of drool off his chin. He blushed as Jack caught his eye, biting his lip as he thought about what he'd just dreamt. Damn that was hot. The teen walked slowly over to the door but jumped back in surprise as Jack popped up in front of him, closing the door and then locking it.
"Alex... I need to talk to you, take a seat at my desk."
Jack fought off a smirk and tried his best to frown.
"Y-yes sir."
There he went with the sir again. Alex sat on Jack's chair, pulling his sleeves over his hands and biting his lip. Jack leant over the other side of the desk, frowning ad he sighed and folded his arms.
