#teachercast

Mr Gate strode around the corner weaving between the bustling crowds of children that lingered in the hallways creating an ungodly chorus of noise and chatter. A high pitched shriek pierced above the rest, turning a few confused faces and capturing the business teachers’ attention as a young girl was lifted into the air by a much broader male.

“Put her down,” Sips barked, “if you’re going to do things like that then do it outside!” He shook his head and continued his steady pace ignoring the huffs and petty curses the group murmured in response.

The teacher continued to peruse the hallways of the school, his eyes eager to lie upon the man he was looking for. It wasn’t an irregular occurrence to see Mr Porte socialising with pubescent teens rather than sipping a mug of coffee in the staff room, which, in honesty, didn’t usually bother him, but the stench of sweat and perfume intertwined in the corridors of the school and the chaotic mannerism of the students were starting to annoy him.

Ah Ha!

Low and behold was Mr Porte, perched on the edge of a school desk smiling wildly at a group equally smiley girls. The woodwork teacher had always been popular with the students, especially the females, unlike himself whom was seen more as a pushy task master than an efficient tutor.

“Mr Porte.”

“Oh, Mr Gate! What a pleasant surprise, right girls?” He beamed at the group which apprehensively agreed. Sips tried to give a warm smile but his usual cold exterior probably meant his attempts were futile.

“I need to speak with you, Sj- Mr Porte.”

“Can it not wait? I’m in the middle of-“

“Now.”

The business teacher latched onto the brunette’s flimsy arm and pulled him from the counter top rather more forcefully than he’d intended, but he’d grown impatient. The sooner he got Sjin away from prying eyes, the better.

“Mr Gate, what are you even trying to do here?” Sjin questioned as he was helplessly lead down the corridor.

Sips remained silent as the manoeuvred around yet another energetic group before reaching a dead end. He fumbled in his blazer pocket, his stubby grey fingers eagerly wrapping around the cool metal of the brass keys to the Janitor’s closet. He was sure Mr Trottimus wouldn’t mind them using this for a couple of minutes...

“Sips... What are you...?” The woodwork teacher paused as the door was unlocked with a quick turn of the key.

“Get in,” Sips ordered; looking over the man’s shoulder to ensure no one was snooping.

Sjin raised an eyebrow in curiosity and slipped past the grey man, his stomach clenching slightly with excitement. He fumbled blindly into the enclosed space of the closet, his hands trailing along the racks of sprays and detergents as he shuffled in deeper. His sight was soon consumed by darkness as the door’s hinges squeaked shut, encasing the two teachers inside.

‘Finally,’ Sips thought as he edged his way closer to Sjin.

The business teacher wrapped his arm around the brunette’s slim waist and buried his face in curve of his neck and inhaled deeply. The smell of sawdust and crafting wood overpowered his senses and pulled at his cheeks.

Sjin giggled, turning in the older teacher’s embrace to hook his arms around the smaller man’s neck, his wrists dangling lazily from his outstretched arms.

Sjin smirked in the darkness, “What’s all this about Sipsy? You’re being very mischievous today.”

“I couldn’t wait until after school, Sjin. I just needed some time for us to be alone...”

More giggling. “Oh Sips, if only everyone knew how much of a cutie you could be!”

“Shut up you bastard and kiss me already! Jeez...”

Their breaths were hot and yearning as the distance between them closed slowly, almost teasingly so. Sjin’s eyes fluttered closed as he angled his head, his lips parting slightly, craving his colleague’s lips to meet his own in a-

“Oh.”

“My.”

“God.”

Sips’ body lurched with surprise, head snapping towards the now open doorway of the Janitor’s closet where the same girls Sjin was talking to moments ago stared at them in shock. The tutors’ could feel the heat creeping across their cheeks as they haphazardly disassembled their bodies from one another.

“Sh-Shelley! Sarah! A-and Sarah! I-It’s not what you think! I swear-” Sjin’s skin was aflame as his eyes darted between the three, “Please, you can’t say anything! We just-“

“LEAVE,” The business man roared, his throat hurling the word towards them in anguish –and embarrassment-.

Shock contorted into fear as the three girls scarpered back down the hallway with Mr Porte quickly following behind them, his face white with panic.

“Shit...” Sips mumbled, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”