Hayden School for Boys

Daniel was easy to spot in the teachers' common room, considering the place was practically empty. Everything was winding down now that summer was almost here, and the boys were done with their exams and preparing to go home.

Aaron grinned a little and wandered over, figuring he could brave it now that he'd managed to actually survive his first year of teaching.

"This teaching thing wasn't so hard," he said to Daniel as he dropped onto one of the couches. Okay, so he wasn't being completely serious; it was really fucking difficult, but he'd made it through.

Daniel waited until their weekend away. He didn't feel particularly sneaky, but he'd never gotten into trouble so he was a cocky bastard, all the more so when he and Hunter were driving away for the weekend.

"Hey."

Ashton didn't go straight back to his office after his last class. He'd gotten the results of Hunter's testing and knew he was going to need help when it came to dealing with the young man. He'd had more than enough experience with him to know that much, at least.

He was operating on a hunch, but after seeing the way Hunter had reacted when talking about 'Coach', he knew where his best chance lay. Which was why he was knocking on a door he hadn't in a while and clearing his throat. "Got a moment, Coach?"

There was no way he'd ever break that habit.

Saturday was the promised 'date'.


So Daniel waited for Hunter outside of the school, but still on the grounds- there was nothing wrong with taking one of the boys to town when he had liberty to leave- and waiting for Hunter to get into his car.

His classed done for the day, Hunt pulled at his tie as he walked back to his room. It was his second attempt at trying to keep his feet on track, but as the tie slid through his fingers, he gave up and let himself turn and walk the other way.

He didn't stop walking until he was standing in front of Coach Marcus' door. His knuckles curled against the wood, he stared at the blur of his reflection in the varnish and forced a deep breath, knocking once.

Lessons had ended for the day. At least, formal lessons were ended for the day. Simon had prep to do, of course, but there was the weekend, and at half past four, he had an appointment. It didn't seem to matter how hard he tried, he still struggled with book learning.

Four twenty-nine. He hefted his book bag on his shoulder, and knocked on the door. "Mr. Marcus? Sir?"

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows set high near the ceiling of the gymnasium, and dust motes spun lazily as if to direct the eye to the two boys that struggled on the mat in an otherwise empty space. Hunter grunted as he rolled Shawn, legs straining as he tried to plant his feet to keep Shawn rolled into the tight ball he'd managed to wrestle him into. "Come on, Shawn, you're not even trying."

Shawn kicked, but as his feet were churning air, it did little good, and from his position, he had a good view of his older sibling's crotch and little else. "What the hell am I supposed to do, bite you in the balls?"

Frustrated, Hunter flipped Shawn enough so that he landed on his back. "You've got to learn to defend yourself." Same old song, different day. Shawn reacted predictably, rolling to his stomach then pushing to his knees, not concerned in the least. "Against who? The imaginary people who can't get through you to get to me?" Yep, he was so gonna die a virgin. With a sigh that melted into a groan, he pushed to his feet and rubbed at what was either a pulled groin muscle or a hernia waiting to pop. "As thrilling as it is being made into a human pretzel, I've got chem lab so find some other midget to roll, will ya?"

Hunter watched his baby brother with wary eyes as he headed for the door, well aware that the suggestion he shower in the locker room would be met with scorn. Flopping over his back, he grabbed his dick through his shorts and gave it a wag in his brother's direction. "Don't jerk off too long or you'll be late."

Shawn flipped him off without even looking back, and the door closed with a squeak and a thud. The hand on his dick loosened, but only to rub, not grab as he stared at the wall and spoke to the man he knew was standing somewhere behind him. He'd sensed it the moment Daniel had come in after his run, felt it under his skin.

"You gonna critique my form, Coach?"