Previous chapter When Mrs Jennings' replacement showed up one Monday morning about halfway through the school year, Jared thought it must be a joke. His first thought was, He doesn't look that much older than me. How the hell can he be a teacher? His second thought was, Jesus fucking Christ, he's about the hottest guy I have ever seen. He shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the fact that his cock had become hard almost instantly, just from looking at the guy. God, he was perfect - short-cropped dark blond hair neatly parted in the center, thin-rimmed glasses not-quite hiding wide green eyes, and a pair of lips so luscious Jared was already imagining kissing them. Not to mention that body - currently lamentably covered up by a shirt and tie - he was trim and taut, and Jared could easily imagine the firm muscles under those conservative clothes. "... so in light of that, you've got a new teacher for the rest of the year. Please welcome Mr Ackles." Jared blinked and turned his attention back to Principal Kane introducing the new teacher. He tore his gaze away from Mr Ackles' face and glanced around the classroom; he wasn't the only one practically swooning in his seat. Most of the girls were blushing and smiling widely at Mr Ackles, and many of the guys looked somewhat in awe. Mr Ackles came forward to the front of the class and smiled, and Jared's heartbeat almost tripled. I'm so screwed. ~ Jensen had never been so terrified in his life. He'd only graduated a couple of months ago, and since then had done a bit of tutoring, but here he was in his first ever job, in one of the swankiest schools in the state. He smiled brightly at the principal and shook his hand, smiled brightly at all the other staff members (trying not to stare too much at the Coach's ass), and now he was smiling brightly at the his senior IT students, most of whom looked like they might either rape him or eat him alive the first chance they got. Except... Jesus fucking Christ, that was all Jensen needed. An incredibly hot guy sitting in the back of the class, legs spread under the desk, red striped tie half-undone and shirt just open enough for Jensen to catch a glimpse of the base of his neck. Floppy, dark hair falling over his eyes, long limbs that didn't look like they'd ever fit under the school desks, and dimples that took up half his face. He almost didn't hear the Principal finish introducing him; was almost too busy staring at the gorgeous piece of ass at the back of the class. He stepped forward, ignored the hammering in his chest, smiled his most blinding smile, and started the lesson. I'm so screwed. Next chapter Back to High School AU page |
