I type furiously on my computer to send a quick email before my first lesson of the day starts. I hear the door open and glance up, hoping to see Cole but unfortunately, it's Miss Willow.

Miss Willow, or Natalie, is the teacher who has been flirting with me relentlessly since I started working here. She leans against me in meetings and tends to hold onto my arm like we're together, but I won't push her off because I don't want to look like an asshole.

"Hey hot stuff," she purrs as she walks into my classroom, her hips swaying. I roll my eyes and keep working on the computer at my desk. She keeps walking closer and leans over the wooden surface, her cleavage next to my face. My body jolts when she puts her hand on my upper thigh, dangerously close to my crotch.

"Natalie, this is highly unprofessional and making me uncomfortable," I say through gritted teeth. She sighs impatiently and comes around to my side of the desk, her heels clicking obnoxiously on the floor. My eyes widen when she sits down in my lap, her short skirt riding up and showing me more than I wanted to ever see.

"Come on handsome, one night with me and you'll be hooked," she whispers seductively, her finger hooking my tie to pull me closer to her. Should I tell her I'm gay and she's not doing anything to arouse me at all? That would be a bit mean so I decide to just gently push her off and stand from my chair.

"I'm not interested," I state in a strained voice.

"Are you not single? Is that it? Because I have men lined up to have sex with me and I'm giving you an opportunity to skip that line, and you say you're not interested?" She rants, her face showing her apparent anger.

"I don't care how lucky I may be, I'm not interested. Now please leave my classroom as I have a class to teach in less than five minutes," I say politely, even though I'm very irritated. She huffs and crosses her arms.

"I'm not leaving until you agree to spend the night with me," she argues. I groan loudly and rubs my hands down my face. Why doesn't she just take the no and go?

"For the last time Natalie, I will not be having sex with you. Now leave my classroom before my students come in and see you acting like a spoilt brat," I say a bit more sternly now. She seems to get the idea and leaves with a swish of her hair and a glare on her face.

Thank god she is gone.

I take a seat back at my desk and finish sending the email I was busy with before I was rudely interrupted.

The bell loudly rings throughout the school, signalling the beginning of the school day. Students file into the classroom and unfortunately, none of them are Cole.

Why do I feel so disappointed? I promised Marcus I wouldn't get involved with him so nothing can happen between us but that doesn't mean I can't admire him still.

Just as I'm about to start teaching the class that showed up on time, Cole and Lacey come through the door.

Cole looks like shit. His hair is a mess and his blue school tie is just hanging around his neck loosely, the top button on his shirt not done up either. Dark hickys cover his neck and for some reason, that makes me jealous. I notice the huge flask he has in his hand and make a note to check if that's vodka or not. You can't put things like that past Cole.

Lacey looks like she has a hangover too, just she has managed to hide hers more efficiently than Cole has.

I watch as Cole slumps down into his seat and puts his head on the desk. If he thinks I'm letting him sleep during my lesson, he's mistaken. I stand from my chair and walk over to his desk, all the students watching expecting to see me angry again. I've promised myself to not get angry at Cole, I'll just be nice about it as he obviously looks to be in pain.

I clear my throat once I'm stood next to him but he doesn't move.

"Cole." I say sternly. His head raises a little and he looks at me with a bored expression.

"Yes?" He mumbles.

"No sleeping in my lesson."

"I'm tired." Cole puts his head back down and I sigh. I'll let him have one lesson where he can sleep, then tomorrow I'll make him work. Before I leave, I open the flask on the desk and take a sniff, getting a strong smell off coffee. At least it isn't alcohol.

Defeated, I walk back to the front of the class and start the lesson. As I talk to the students and give them tasks to do, I keep a close eye on Cole to see if he wakes up but there's no sign of movement. I sit at my desk as the class chats quietly amongst themselves and hopefully does the work they're supposed to.

"Oh fuck I'm gunna be sick," I hear Cole groan from the back of the room, followed by the sound of him throwing up and a few girls screaming. My head snaps the the side as I take in the situation.

Cole is on the floor in front of a puddle of vomit and everyone except for Lacey has moved away from him.

"Alright, everyone outside! Chantelle please stop screaming it's just a bit of sick," I say as calmly as possible, inside I'm kind of freaking out because if I see or smell vomit I'm usually the next to throw up.

"I'm not leaving him when he's sick," says Lacey stubbornly.

"Go get someone to clean this up and I'll take him to the nurse," I tell her firmly and watch as she slowly leaves the room.

"You okay?" I ask Cole once I've crouched down beside him. He looks at me like I just grew a third head and squints his eyes.

"What do you fucking think?"

"Sorry, stupid question. Let's get to the nurses office, yeah?"

He nods and slowly stands up on shaky legs. I avert my eyes from the pool of brown sludge on the floor and hold my elbow out for him to balance with. He holds onto me for dear life as I slowly walk us to the nurse's office.

"My head hurts," Cole whines when we are almost to the office.

"I know, that's what happens when you drink on a school night," I say sarcastically.

"Fuck off."

I roll my eyes and push open the door to see the old woman in the office.

"Hi, Cole's been sick in my classroom, is there anything you can do for him?" I ask and she looks at me with a smile and helps Cole sit on the comfy chair. "He's got a hangover," I add on quickly. She nods in understanding and moves over the the drawers in her desk.

"Why did you tell her?" He whines quietly. I don't answer his question as it's very obvious why I did. The nurse gives Cole some tablets and a glass of water that I make him drink when he goes to put it down.

The nurse leaves and I stand uncomfortably next to Cole's chair. The tension in the room is slowly killing me so I turn to leave him alone but I stop when I hear him say something.

"What was that?" I ask and he looks up at me. Oh god those eyes are gorgeous.

"How did you know I was hungover?"

"You had a flask of coffee in your hand and I've never seen you drink coffee, also you look like you're hungover."

"You saying I look like shit?"

"I'm saying you look worse than usual," I say with a smirk making him pout. "I've got to get back to class-"

"Can I have a hug?" Cole asks me confidently.

There's no way I can hug him right now, I've got enough problems with trying to keep myself away from him and being pressed against his body is not going to help.

"I can't Cole, it's inappropriate and I've got to get back to my lesson," I reply with a sorry expression.

"Please Nathan, my head hurts and a hug always makes me feel better," he says with puppy dog eyes and his arms held out towards me. I don't know what came over me but I quickly step between his legs and gently pull him up to my chest. We stand in silence for a while and Cole cuddles his head into me further.

Hang on a minute.

"How did you know my name?" I pull away slightly to look at him.

"Facebook," he mumbles then puts his head back in the crook of my neck. I stand still and let him hug me for a while until I really need to get back to work, my students will be wondering where I am.

"Feel better?" I ask Cole and let go of him, taking a few steps back to create some distance between us.

"Much better." He replies and goes to walk past me, but not before kissing my cheek. I freeze on the spot and watch as he leaves the room with a cocky smile on his face. That little shit.

When I've recovered from my shock, I turn and walk back to my classroom, seeing the vomit cleaned up and my students all sat at their desks, apart from Cole. It's probably for the best he isn't in the room or I'd end up getting distracted by him.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully and without an appearance from Cole. That is until twenty minutes before the end of the day.

"Mr Murray?" Cole says politely from the doorway, a small box in his hand.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" I ask him and invite him to sit down.

"I'm alright now thank you, I brought you this." He puts the small box on the desk in front of me so I cautiously open it. A small smile forms on my lips when I see a purple cupcake with a smily face on top.

"Thank you." I say and look up to see him grinning from ear to ear.

"So what made you buy me this?" I ask curiously.

"I felt bad for being sick on your floor, it's probably smells now," he says and turns his nose up while looking at the spot he threw up.

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault you were sick. Well maybe it was. You did get drunk on a school night," I tell him with a pointed look.

"Yeah I won't be doing that again. Although it was really fun. Do you want to know what I did?" He says quickly, not giving me a chance to reply before he goes into detail about his weekend of partying which ended with him being fucked by some guy. The thought of another man using him like that makes me uncomfortable so I tell Cole to stop. Of course he keeps going.

"I'd rather it was you who fucked me." He says with a dreamy look on his face. I sigh loudly and use every ounce of self control I have to tell him no.

"We can't have sex because I'm your English teacher and I'd probably get fired if anyone found out about us," I explain.

"But I won't tell anyone!"

"No buts! I'm not fucking you! Get out and leave me alone please."

His face drops and I genuinely feel bad for making him leave like that, I was having fun just chatting with him but it can't happen anymore. It's inappropriate. And it could lose me my job.

"The offer is always on the table," Cole utters before slamming the door behind him. I drop my head into my hands and groan loudly. He's making it very difficult to not bend him over this desk and fuck him until he can't say anything but more.

The bell goes signalling the end of the school day and I put the cupcake in my bag to eat later.

I really don't want to go home and be alone tonight, maybe Joey and Lucas would come over and keep me company? I pick up my phone and call Lucas' number.

"Hey Lucas, can you and Joey come over mine for a while?" I ask as soon as he answers.

"Sure we'll be right over. Is anything wrong?"

"I'll explain later." I hang up and pick up my bag then leave the school.

On my way home, I think about how I'll tell Lucas that I stood and hugged Cole for five solid minutes. He's going to take the piss out of me and I don't think I'm ready for that.

I pull up on my drive way and see Lucas' car is parked outside the house so they must already be here.

When I enter the house I see them cuddling on my couch with the tv on.

"Make yourself at home," I grumble and take off my coat, hanging it up then throwing my shoes vaguely in the direction of the shoe rack.

"Your home is lovely, why wouldn't we get comfy?" Lucas smirks and looks up at me.

I grunt and fall onto the couch next to them, loosening my tie and unbuttoning the first button of my dress-shirt.

"Hi Nathan. How was your day?" greets Joey quietly. He's incredibly shy and timid around anyone except from Lucas so I make sure to at least act nice so I don't scare him.

"It's been a stressful day, but now I can relax since I'm here with my friends," I reply and give him a small smile.

Lucas and Joey have been together for about four years now and they are the cliché of a perfect couple. They go on dates at least once a week and always see each other's family. There's the dom/sub side of their relationship but that's helped them both become closer to each other in a way not many people are. It's helped Joey come out of his shell and now he's pretty confident. Well as confident as he can get.

"So what happened to put you in such a shit mood?" Asks Lucas with a slightly concerned face.

"Cole McCall happened. He had a major hangover this morning and was sick on the floor so it was my job to take him to the nurse. But of course he had to play games with me and asked for a hug. I couldn't say no! He looked like he was in pain so I hugged him but he got closer and made it awkward for me because I'm his teacher I shouldn't be hugging students! Then he offered me sex and I could've taken him right there but obviously, I can't!"

"You seem really stressed over this boy," Joey says quietly. I look over at him and he looks at Lucas with big eyes. Lucas smirks and whispers in his ear making me very suspicious.

"What? What are you talking about?" I ask with narrowed eyes. Joey climbs off Lucas' lap and gently straddles mine, his hands resting on my shoulders and his lips connecting with my own.

"You up for a threesome?"