detention;
ship; jack j x dillon x nathanel x shawn x sammie
summary; jack johnson gives his "favorite" students a weekend detention.
dillon rupp's point of view;
I wrap my arm around Shawn while stretching my back. Mr. Johnson glared at me. I wink at him and bite my lip, making him roll his eyes.
"Why did we get a detention again?" Sammie asked from across the room.
"You wrote inappropriate messages to me on your recent test." He said, making us all laugh.
He blushed yet, hid his cheek behind his computer. I smirk at Nate and raised my eyebrows.
"Someone's blushing." Nate teased.
He rolled his eyes. He stood up, grabbing his coffee cup.
"I'm getting another coffee. Stay in here and don't leave." He said sternly.
"Woah, Daddy." Shawn said, making his blush harder as he exited.
Nate stood up and walked to the door. He stared outside of it for a moment. He then turned to us.
"Let's see what Mr. Johnson's hiding in his classroom."
Sam and I ran to his desk. I open up his first drawer. It was filled with pens and sticky notes. I scoff and close it. Sam tugged at a drawer, immediately screaming into his hand.
We all look over. I cover my mouth and then Shawn's eyes. Nate grabbed one of the vibrators from the drawer and examined it.
Shawn removed my hands, staring at the drawers filled with sex toys from handcuffs to gag balls to dildos. Sam placed the vibrator back in the drawer and closed it. We all sat back down and smirked at each other.
"Should I say something?" Nate said.
I nod. Mr. Johnson entered while sipping his coffee. Sam sat on his desk and smirked at him.
He sat down, going onto his phone.
"How much time do you spend after school, Mr. Johnson?" Sam asked seductively.
"A few hours." He muttered, typing on his computer.
"What do you do?" Sam whispered.
He slowed down his typing as he flushed. I smirk at Sam.
"Stuff?"
"Anything fun? Stuff that sends vibrations through your skin." I say.
He shivered slightly while blushing deeply.
I bite my lip as Shawn stands up and walked over to him. He nervously sighed once Shawn pulled up a stood beside him.
"What are you typing?"
"None of your business. Go back to your seat."
"Handcuff me to it." Shawn whispered.
Mr. Johnson's eyes widened as Shawn smirked. Shawn placed his hands onto his shoulders, motioning us to walk over. We crowded his desk.
