John was limping down the corridor, still a bit sore from the past few days of sexual activities and punishments. Yesterday they had made love in the car. He had been straddling Jack in the passenger's seat until he almost passed out on the Captain of the soccer team. John was almost regretting his stupid decision last night but was somewhat happy about making it. Even if he was in a little pain now it was worth the price of his pleasure the night before.
He ate his lunch alone and was on his way back to the classroom. John was praying that no one would notice his limping. He finally made it to his desk but there was no relief on his face when his backside touched the hard wooden chair. He was glad he was alone in the classroom when a moan of pain slipped out from his mouth. John was glad he hadn't pushed Jack to disciplining him that morning, his backside wouldn't be able to take it. Neither of them enjoyed the punishments nor did they find any sexual pleasure in it, but they both agreed it was necessary.
The room soon filled with students and he tried his best to teach his pupils. He avoided sitting down during the lesson, but no one seemed to notice the teacher's strange behavior.
John was relieved when the day was finally was over, he missed Jack but knew he would meet his lover later in the evening after he had swam around in the pool for a while. He was tired of the limited area, but he knew Jack was right. It was too cold in the lake for someone to swim in. He made his way through the school to the men's locker room, where he changed into his swimming trunks. He knew Jack would check out his body if the younger male were in the lockers.
He ignored the school rules and dived in the water. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the water for a while before he began to actually do some training. John was so deep in his thoughts that he forgot he was swimming. He loved Jack, he just knew it, but he didn't know if Jack was mature enough for a long-term relationship. Jack was young, and he didn't want to occupy Jack from life. But sometimes, Jack acted like he was older then him. Maybe Jack was ready for a long-term relationship.
John looked at the clock and smiled when he had a half hour left before he needed to change back to his suit. He longed for the banana he had in his back pack for a snack after the workout. Jack insisted that John take something to eat after his workouts in the pool. Jack was concerned about his health after he had collapsed after a swim in the pool, due to nutritional deficiencies. He knew Jack only wanted the best for him, so he ate the banana after his workouts in the pool.
Next time John locked at the clock, he knew he was late. Jack would be there in 10 minutes to pick him up. This wouldn't be the first time he was late, and he knew Jack didn't mind, but Jack seemed so eager about their date tonight and he didn't want to let his lover down. He smiled when he realized that they were actually going to go on a date, like two teenagers. Jack made him feel so young sometimes.
John heard the doors to the swimming pool open. He was really late now, Jack had entered the room. The best thing he could do was make a lame apology and show off his body in the water. That was the least he could do for being late.
John was surprised to see his student Mr. Hart, was it John, when he turned over to show off his front to Jack. He knew Hart was pretty close with Jack. They had met sometimes when Jack had invited Owen and Hart to play PlayStation in the evenings. He believed they played a game called FIFA. He himself didn't like sports games, he was more fond of puzzle and adventure games. He always let Jack and his friends play their games alone, the only time he disturbed was when he had made them sandwiches or other snacks for the youngsters. It made him feel like a really good wife.
"Is everything alright?" He asked still floating around in the water. Hart shook his head.
"I need your help, Mr. Smith," John nodded and gave Hart a smile before he swam to the ladder to climb up to his student. He was a bit alarmed when Hart walked to the ladder with his hand behind his back, as if he was hiding something.
John was halfway up the ladder when he saw a metal bat in Hart's right hand. His eyes were cold and filled with hate towards him. John opened his mouth to talk sense in to the other man when he saw how Hart raised the bat. Before he could even back away from the dangerous youngster, Hart had already hit his head with the bat.
John could only feel the pain in his head when he hit the water. It was a powerful hit with the purpose to kill him, he was sure of it. The last thing he saw before everything went dark was how his blood spread around him in the water. Even if it was horrific, it was still a really beautiful last sight.