The man behind that desk was not a teacher, he was a sex god. Light, olive skin looked perfect under a partially unbuttoned, white shirt while a thin, black tie hung low on his toned torso showing that it had been lazily pulled down and loosened. The sleeves of his shirt were lazily pushed up past his elbow and skinny black dress trousers clung to his long, thin legs. His raven hair was swept over his forehead, blonde streaks running through it while parts were spiked up in random places. He had dark brown eyes, much darker then Alex's caramel ones, they almost matched his hair.
“Ah! You must be here concerning Rian right?”
“Yeah, that's me.”
As Alex walked towards the teacher's desk he stuck out his hand, smiling softly as the other male shook it and invited him to sit down on a plush, leather chair on the opposite side of the desk.
“I'm Jack Barakat, Rian's form tutor and maths teacher.”
“I'm Alex, Alex Gaskarth.”
“I don't want to sound rude, but I thought you'd be a lot older. You look my age.”
“Oh right yeah!” Alex chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck, “I'm his big brother.”
“Well that explains a lot, how old are you?”
“19. I'm studying sociology and maths at college.”
“Wow, you must be a smart kid then.”
“I guess so, straight A's.”
“Does Rian ever do your level maths with you?”
“All the time, he loves it.”
“That explains why he finishes everything I give him in about thirty seconds.”
Alex smiled proudly and nodded, puffing out his chest slightly. He fiddled with his shirt, twisting the buttons between his fingers as he watched Jack fiddle with some papers.
“I've already moved him up a class, he's in set one now, but I'm thinking about putting him in a year eleven class. I know he's only in year nine now, but I think he'd thrive in a higher level environment.”
The younger boy nodded and Jack smiled, visibly relaxing. The teacher completely pulled off his tie and threw his feet up on to the desk, smirking at the boy sat on the other side of his desk. He rested one black converse covered foot on top of the other and folded his hands behind his head.
“Now that's out of the way, I actually wanted to ask if I'd be overstepping a line if I invited Rian and his guardians or parents to a concert I'm going to next week. I want to reward him for all his hard work, but if I reward him through school it would take too long and I know he really wants to go to this concert. I heard him complaining about it to a friend. I'd be paying obviously, it'd be my treat to say thank you for letting me teach such an amazing kid. I have two spare tickets anyway, my friends dropped out.”
“The Blink concert?”
“Yeah.”
“We were going to go together but with my college fees and everything I couldn't afford the tickets and I didn't want to impose on our mum. That's really nice of you Mr. Barakat.”
“Please call me Jack, I hate being called sir and Mr. Barakat, it makes me feel old.”
“You can't be that old.... 23?”
“24 actually.”
“You're really not old at all.”
Jack smirked and nodded.
Too old for you.
Alex smiled as politely as possible and shrugged at the teacher.
“I don't know if our parents would be up for that, our mum would probably kick off, but I'll go with him if that's not a problem?”
“No. That's not a problem at all.”
That's definitely not a problem.
The teacher looked over his student's brother and got a devilish glint in his dark, brown eyes.
Alex was possibly the hottest guy he'd ever seen. His caramel hair matched his eyes perfectly and his black skinny jeans clung to every inch of his legs perfectly. His hair was messy but you could tell it had been styled that way and his tongue darted across his plush, pink lips every so often. Jack would admit he was checking Alex out, but as his mum had warned him when he was little, look but don't touch. Jack watched Alex stand up and tug of his unbuttoned shirt, peeking a sneaky glance at the younger boy's ass as he turned round and rested it over the chair.
“So.... I'll give you my mobile number and you can call me.”
Jack's dopey grin didn't leave his face as he turned to look at Alex after hearing him speak.
“I'm sorry what?”
Alex chuckled before repeating himself and Jack smiled, doing a small victory dance in his head. He had Alex's number, he could only use it to get in contact with Rian but he still had the number.
“I'll call you soon. See you later Alex.”
“See you Jack.”
As Alex exited the office he fist pumped the air and grinned.
“Yes! Oh yeah! Fuck yeah!”
The student danced around in the empty hallway and jogged out to his car, patting his phone in his jeans pocket.
“I hope he's gay, if he is I'm gonna climb that like a fucking tree.”
Alex smirked, muttering to himself as he drove back to Zack's flat. The young male ran all the way up the flights of stairs, yanking open his best friend's door before skipping in with a grin on his face. Zack was sprawled out on the old, tatty, yellow sofa. It was a little bright when he'd first got it, the whole flat was, but the more dirt Zack hadn't washed off the less harsh the colours got.
His flat was huge. As you first walked in there was the living room, the door on the left side of it. There wasn't really anything but the old sofa, a huge coffee table and a TV sat on a huge black glass TV stand in the room but it was still a pretty decent size. There was an archway straight opposite the front door at the far end of the living room that led in to kitchen.
The kitchen was also a decent size. There was an island in the middle, pure clean white marble surrounded by four black, leather stools, and a black fridge so big that Zack could fit inside it. He'd done that before, Alex had a video of it on his phone.
In the far right hand corner of the living room was a big, white, wooden door. That was Zack's room. Zack's room was everything a sexually active straight teenage college student boy's room should be. It stunk of sweat and sex and if you looked closely you could see sweat and sex too. Clothes were strewn about the floor, the black and white bed sheets were crumpled and unmade, the cream carpet was dirty and had smears of food all over it and posters covered almost every inch of wall. Alex's bedroom was the same at home though.
There was another door in the nearest right hand corner that led in to the spare room. The bed was unmade from the last time Alex stayed in it and some of his clothes were thrown in the wardrobe or left on the floor, but other than that it was fairly tidy. It wouldn't stay that way though, Alex was moving in.
The grinning boy hoped down next to his soon to be flatmate and Zack laughed.
“Hey asshole, what's got you so happy?”
“Rian's teacher is a sex god. A sex god that likes the same music as me. A sex god that has my number. A sex god that I'm going to a concert with next week!”
Alex got gradually louder and more excited as he went on and Zack chuckled at his friend.
“I'm guessing it's a guy then?”
“Duh dumbass I'm gay.”
“I was just asking! So... this all happened fast. Give me a profile.”
“His name's Jack, he's 24, he's Rian's maths teacher and form tutor and he's invited me and Rian to the blink concert he's going to next week. He wants to reward Rian for his good work and he has two spare tickets.”
Zack nodded and smiled.
“I'm glad you've met someone! It's about time you got laid.”
Alex blushed and shrugged his best friend's arm from round his shoulder. Alex wasn't really in to parties. He was when he was younger. He started drinking when he was thirteen, lost his virginity when he was fourteen, had his first high when he was fourteen and slept with about 40 people by the time he was fifteen. What could he say? He was a slut. When Alex got to sixteen he started to straighten himself out, that's how he'd got to where he was today. He tried to avid parties, knowing he might slip back to his old ways. It had happened before. He really was trying to be a better person, because he was really smart and had potential. He really enjoyed music too, he had an amazing voice, but he wouldn't let many people hear it. Alex was a little self conscious. He rote his own songs too. His lyrics were honest and beautiful, clever witty lines accompanying amazing guitar. He really was talented. That's why he didn't really go out much or have many friends, he was always at home doing school work or writing music, trying to catch up on the things he missed when he was younger. So, because he didn't go out he didn't meet new people, and because he didn't meet new people he never got laid. It had been a while for Alex, but now he'd met Jack. There was a huge chance nothing would happen between them, but at least now Alex had someone to fantasise about.
“Don't get your hopes up. He's Rian's teacher and he's five years older than me.”
“Hey, a guy can dream.”
Alex chuckled at his friend's statement and pulled his phone out of his pocket, getting the keys to his shitty little car.
“Time to tell Rian.”
“I love you so much! You do know this is because you're hot right? If mum went he'd had never said anything. I've never been happier to have a hot, gay big brother.”
Zack chuckled at Rian's rambling and the face Alex was pulling at his little brothers words. It was sort of half grimace half smile.
“If you weren't straight and my brother I'd think you were hitting on me.”
Rian gagged at Alex's statement and smiled.
“I'm right though. Mr. Barakat's gay, so you're totally the reason he's taking us to this concert.”
The older brother smiled and victory danced in his head, wrapping his arms round his brother.
“I love you, you're so smart and amazing, god you're wonderful.”
Zack, feeling like an awkward third wheel in his own flat, stood up from the couch he was sprawled out on and tugged a hoodie over his muscled, tattooed torso.
“I'm going to the gym, have fun without me.”
The tall boy jogged down the flat block stairs, not waiting for a goodbye, and carried on at a steady pace all the way to his local gym.
“So how'd you know Jack- I mean Mr. Barakat's gay?”
“Him and his boyfriend had a pretty harsh break up about a week ago. I heard Miss Ashton and Mr Jeffrey talking about it.”
“Oh right, that's terrible.”
“Thanks for going to the meeting though, you didn't have to, I know you were going to look for a job today.”
“It's ok, I'm your big brother, it's what I do.”
Rian was pulled in to another suffocating hug before Alex pushed him away, chuckling and sweeping his hair over his forehead.
“Now get out of here asshole, mum will be worried about you.”
The young, teenage boy lifted himself up off the floor where he was sat cross legged facing his brother and smiled, pulling his coat round his shoulders from the floor.
“I'll see you tomorrow, you picking me up from school?”
“Yes Sir. Three o'clock on the dot.”
Rian smiled and waved before shimmying in to his black converse, pulling up his cream trousers and pulling down the hem of his black Anthem shirt. The boy slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Alex alone in the flat, staring longingly at his phone.

Notes

again, it gets better than this
tell me what you think? pretty please?