My Sexy Teacher (Septiplier)

Part 16

Mark's P.O.V.

Waking up from a long, well deserved nap and hearing the lovely news from Jack wasn't something I expected on this shitty Wednesday night. But needless to say, I am pleased and quite excited.

Of course it's nerve racking, but I'm confident in saying we're going to be fine.

The last half of the time talking with Jack was a little strange. His voice was a little bit quieter and it did crack a few times, but I pushed it aside, hoping all was well.

This is good. Everything will be fine... Right?

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

"Alrighty Jack, are you ready?" I ask, pulling up into the driveway of his home.

Staring at me, clearly frightened, the boy shakes his head. My shoulders drop a bit but I try to keep the mood as light and happy as possible.

"Why not, my dear?" I cup my hand softly around his cheek, looking into his eyes. "I-I don't know..." He replies timidly.

I bite my lip, trying to find the right word that will comfort him. "Everything will be fine. If anything happens, I'm right here. You know that, don't you, my precious Irish potato?" He giggles, calming down some. "You know what? You're right. We're gonna be fine." He kissed me quickly on the lips, before pulling away and opening the door. "You know why Mark?" I smiled, confused.

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

He grinned, slamming the door shut and leaving me stunned.

Regaining my sense of reality after a few seconds, I open the door and jump out, catching up with the snarky boy a few feet in front of me.

"I love you too, Jackaboy." I smack him on the butt and run backwards up to the front door, sticking my tongue out playfully. He gasps, covering his mouth and fluttering his eyelashes like a princess before an obnoxiously loud laughter reached us both.

It took us a moment to catch our breath, continuing to do cringy couple things, before finally open the front door and praying to Jesus that his parents didn't see all that.

Hearing Jack say he loves me is probably one of the best things I've ever experienced, and I never want him to stop.

"Mark's here!" The Irishman yelled through the seemingly empty house. I notice a pot of noodles steaming and a pan of sauce bubbling. Fuck ye

"Oh!" We hear a loud bang, followed by a crash of some sort, a bit of harsh, inaudible speaking and a rush to get to the bottom of the steps.

And there they were-Messy hair, quickly tugged on close, bright red cheeks, lust filled eyes-They were in the middle of a session and we'd managed to walk right in on it.

"S-sorry," I say, scratching the back of my neck.

Jack barely seemed to give a flying fuck as he went to grab the pan of seasoned tomato sauce, dumping it into a fancy glass bowl.

"So you guys have fun up there?" The boy asked casually, smirking as he did so. They both turned a shade darker in red and sat down at the neatly set table. His father swallowed hard and began to speak, ignoring his son and his hilariously awful question.

"Sorry we had to meet like this... Mark, was it?" The man looked sincerely apologetic. This is really fucking awkward.

"It's fine, really!" I say with a fake smile, a lingering silence followed as a suddenly remember I needed to give an answer. "Oh, and yeah, it's Mark. What are yours again?"

"Susie and Dean," the woman butted in, giving her hand to me for a shake. (I know it's not their real names, I don't think, but meh) I hesitantly grab it, afraid of where it's been not 5 minutes ago.

Jack brings out the food, setting it lightly on the wooden table, and taking a seat. "Thank you Seán," his father said, earning a small glare from the boy for using his real name. "You're welcome Dean." He answers sassily, making me choke on my water. The older man cocked an eyebrow, as if to say knock it off, and turned back to me. "So Mark, why you?" He asks out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" Eyebrows furrowed, I look at him curiously.

"Well Jack here has never had one of his teachers over for dinner. I'm just wondering why he would pick you?" His words lasted until he took a seat after serving everyone a reasonable amount of pasta.

"Uhh..." I look over to Jack, who seems to be much to preoccupied with his food to notice my small plea for help.

This is much for difficult than I thought it would be...

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