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Breathing deeply Jack did his best to will the sexual thoughts away.
Searching for tea bags frantically he soon discovered it was futile.
After all, now that he was in Jonathan's room, his den... the boys smell and influence was everywhere. Right down to the collection of messy dishes and empty bottles.
He suddenly felt angry with himself.
"You stupid bastard..." he muttered, almost cracking the handle of a cupboard with a vice like grip.
It was nothing. Just a passing attraction, a fleeting fancy. It didn't actually mean anything. He couldn't possibly be attracted to such a lazy, animalistic person!
Resuming his usual, professional approach he made a swift decision. He couldn't teach in this mindset, nor could he risk revealing his state of arousal to Jonathan and face the inevitable disgust and disowning he'd receive.
He quietly checked to make sure the other boy was busy, and once he'd turned the kettle on to mask any possible noise, he slid a hand below his jeans and grasped at the thick erection that was pressing against his stomach.
Leaning against the wall for support and sliding his belt free of its buckle, he began to stroke at the tender and hard organ, picturing the blonde's naked and lithe form pressed close to his.
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