Description: Jack is bored sitting in class as he waits for the teacher to arrive.

Jack's head was buried deep in the crook of his arm as he waited for class to start. Mr. Bunnymund should be arriving any minute and Jack had a fresh, new bag of rubber bands that were ready to hit the backside of that cranky man. The door to the classroom opened with its normal creak and Jack lifted his head from the desk, expecting to see grumpy, but was mildly surprised to see a tall, lanky man covered nearly head to toe in black. He wore a clearly expensive tailored suit with neatly polished shoes. Jack was sure he could see his face in them if he tried. Scratch what he said earlier. The man was entirely in black. Not even his shirt was safe from the color. Hell, the frames of his glasses were just as black.

Jack still hadn't retrieved a good look at the man's face. The lanky guy had his back to everyone as he wrote on the board…At least Jack got a good view. The suit did wonders for the man's ass. Jack let a lazy smirk form on his face as he focused on the roundness of the man's bum. He wanted to smack it.

He watched as the man slowly turned, mentally waving the ass goodbye, but wasn't sad for long with a deep, bone shaking voice filled his ears.

"Mr. Bunnymund couldn't make it to class today and has called me in as a replacement. My name is Pitchiner Black. Please refer to as Mr. Black," the man, Mr. Black, stated calmly.

Jack had to hold back a shiver at the man's voice. The man had a nice ass and a voice like that? Jack had to wonder if the man had a nice face to go along with it. He slowly trailed his eyes up the man's body, going extra slow on the long torso and even slower on the neck before reaching the man's face. Jack couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to split his face in half. He could purr at how pleased he was with the sight. A pointed jaw, cheekbones, thin lips, cheekbones, and those eyes! They were so golden. Jack never knew that his favorite color was gold until that moment.

Apparently the man was talking while Jack was lost in his thoughts and clearly he wasn't happy about Jack ignoring him. Jack wasn't either. He wanted to hear more of that voice.

"Mr. Frost, do pay attention," Mr. Black said, sounding slightly frustrated. "And answer when your name is called." His arms were relaxed behind his back as he stared down at Jack. Jack hadn't even noticed that the man had moved closer to him. And wait, did he miss him calling out his name? Damn! Oh well. Jack was sure he could get the man to call out his name again.

Jack gave him his trademark grin. "Whatever you say, Princess," he said, causing many of his classmates to chuckle, but not for long when Mr. Black gave a glare. It was intimidating, very. But Jack doubted Mr. Black meant to turn him on with that glare.

"Frost," Mr. Black said, well nearly hissed.

Jack barely paid him any mind as he traveled his eyes back down the man.

"You will call me Mr. Black."

Jack was paying more attention to the sight directly in front of him. He focused as much as he could, but he wasn't sure at what he was seeing until the man shifted his legs. A smirk returned to his face. "That's a mouth full," he said, purposely meaning two different things.

"How is my last name a mouth…full…"

As the man trailed off, Jack realized he hadn't looked away. He sheepishly looked up to see Mr. Black trying to control the blush that was trying to make its way onto his face. Jack let out a weak laugh. "Oops."

Mr. Black took in a deep breath before glaring at Jack, causing him to flinch instead of heat things up. "Go to the office. Now."

Jack scrambled to his feet and made his way to the door before pausing and facing the new teacher again. "One more thing," he started. He was going to the office anyways, better make it worth it. "You have a nice ass," he said with a wink before running out the door.

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