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The Conservative Teacher - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-06-02 09:26:36 +0000 UTCVery excited to share the next instalment of The Conservative Teacher with you guys. Duncan has written the script for the faculty production and it's time for the read through. Will Matt behave? Will Duncan get revenge? Will they finally give up the pretence and fuck?
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Duncan
Duncan had never experienced the level of rage that pulsated through every fibre of his being that weekend. As he’d sat at the desk in his cottage writing the script for the faculty production, he’d had to take multiple breaks to pace around the lounge and to try and calm himself down.
Duncan wanted to destroy Matt Owen. He had never hated anyone in his life, but after the way Matt had completely manipulated him in that stairwell, Duncan was fuelled by a hatred that he never knew possible.
Granted, he knew that this wasn’t just the humiliation of being forced to walk back to his office shirtless whilst holding his trousers up. Neither was it how Matt had so perfectly tricked him into that state in the first place.
The issue was that Duncan craved Matt in a way that he had never wanted anyone in his life. That steamy make out session in the stairwell haunted his every waking moment, keeping his dick semi-erect and his mind distracted with images of Matt, the echo of the feeling of his lips on Duncan’s. It was driving him slowly insane, which is why he’d allowed the anger and the hatred to take over. Duncan didn’t want to want him, and if Matt could use him and toss him aside for petty revenge then Duncan could do the same, and so much worse.
On Monday morning, Duncan went straight to Andrew’s office and handed him the script with a smug satisfied feeling that made him want to rub his hands with glee, like some psychotic villain.
“Thank you for getting this done over the weekend, Duncan. I’m excited to read it.”
“Not a problem. I’ve cast the play based on those in the faculty that would usually want to participate. I’ve also included Matt as per your request. I’m happy to direct as well as play my part. Review the script and the cast list, and if you’re happy then I’ll schedule a read through for Wednesday evening.”
Andrew thanked Duncan again and he headed off to start his day. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Matt’s face when he saw that script. If Matt thought the script told him all of the surprises that Duncan had in store for him then he’d be sorely mistaken.
Matt
Matt honestly expected to spend his weekend feeling smug and celebrating the humiliation of Saint Duncan. Sure, Matt was buzzing after he’d watched Duncan leave that stairwell, but rather than feeling satisfied and rejoicing in his success, he felt conflicted.
Yes, Matt was proud of himself for stopping the kiss and sending that sanctimonious dick back to his office with that incredible body on show for all the staff and students to leer at. But ultimately, Matt was frustrated. He was in a constant state of arousal replaying that damn kiss in his head, not to mention the sound of Saint Duncan moaning his name.
No matter what Matt seemed to do, he couldn’t deny that he wanted Duncan. Matt wanted that perfect body. He wanted to pin Duncan down and fuck his brains out until he couldn’t form a sentence on those delicious lips.
Despite desperately wanting to see him on Monday, Matt and Duncan missed each other all day. Part of Matt was hoping that Duncan would walk into the staff room or drop by his office, but it appeared that Duncan was completely avoiding him.
Matt did, however, get a message from Andrew informing him that he’d need to attend a read through of the script for the faculty production on Wednesday evening.
There was a small part of Matt that was worried about what Saint Duncan might concoct in his play, but Matt knew he was too much of a goody two shoes to actually do anything intrinsically evil to him. Although Matt couldn’t help but wonder what Duncan might have cooked up to expose himself. After all, the cover for what happened in the last assembly was that it was part of the faculty production, so surely, he’d have to follow through on that.
By Wednesday evening, Matt still hadn’t seen Duncan, and he was starting to feel a bit of desperation to see him. Matt wanted to argue with him or have him yell and scream for what Matt had done to him on Friday.
The silence didn’t work for Matt at all.
As Matt got ready to head to the auditorium for the read through, he found himself being more considered with the outfit he chose. It was only as he inspected the dark wash jeans that hugged his arse and thighs, and the white shirt that made his pecs pop, that he realised that he was intentionally wearing something that he hoped would turn on Saint Duncan.
“What the fuck am I doing? We’re supposed to be enemies,” he thought to himself.
When Matt got to the auditorium, he was surprised to only see a few teachers. Sally Westerberg always helped out behind the stage, so she was there with a big grin on her face as she rushed over to say hello. Matt recognised Michael from Duncan’s department as well; a middle-aged guy who made chunky look good. He also saw Gwen Percy, one of the Music Teachers sat quietly on a chair on her phone, and one of the Maths Teachers, who Matt thought was called Grant, but he couldn’t be sure.
No sign of Saint Duncan though.
“Evening all.”
Matt turned to see the Head, Andrew Derby stride into the room, a big smile lighting his face.
“I know I don’t usually participate in the faculty production, but I couldn’t say no to Mr Klein.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” Matt muttered under his breath.
Matt chatted to Sally whilst they waited for the others to arrive. Sally was in the middle of talking about some play she wanted to go and see when Duncan walked in wearing a baggy navy shirt and a pair of loose-fitting grey suit trousers.
“Sorry to keep you all waiting,” Duncan said with a smile, making eye contact with everyone except Matt. “I just had to grab the scripts from the copier.”
Duncan held up the stack of paper in his hands and started to pass around the scripts. When he got to Matt, Duncan just tossed the script into his lap without even looking at him.
“As per last term’s assembly, we are doing a farce this year, which I hope everyone will enjoy. As it’s a play, we have a fairly small cast. We’re just waiting for one more to join us.”
Matt flipped open the script to the cast list at the front and felt his heart drop into his stomach.
The other faculty member they were waiting for was Louis Rouse, the Head of Drama. Louis had joined the school the year before Matt and had made it perfectly clear to Matt that if he ever wanted a hook up then he was available. Anytime there’d been a faculty event, Louis always got horrifically drunk and made a pass at Matt.
There was even one year at the end of term when Matt had caught Louis going through his dirty laundry at his cottage. Louis had pretended it was a mistake, but Matt knew full well that Louis was trying to get his hands on some of Matt’s used undies.
“I’m so sorry to have kept you all waiting,” Louis gushed as he swanned into the room.
Louis was in his late thirties and was just as flamboyant as he was attractive. His Italian heritage meant that his sun kissed skin and dark hair perfectly offset his chiselled jaw and bright smile.
“We were just about to get started,” Duncan said with a smile.
Louis crossed the stage and took the empty chair next to Matt, who immediately turned away from him after giving a courteous, but forced, smile.
“We have a couple of weeks until the performance, so we’ll do a read through this evening and then I’ll schedule some rehearsals in the evenings and on Sundays. It’s only a sixty-minute piece, so shouldn’t be too taxing for us I hope.”
“Thank you for pulling this together so quickly, Mr Klein,” Andrew said with a smile that reminded Matt of a proud father. “Let’s get to it.”
Duncan took a seat and opened his script. “So, the concept is fairly simple. The play is set in a country estate where Lord Wellington, played by Andrew, is hosting a gathering for an important investor that he’s hoping will save his estate. As per any farce, the whole evening goes completely wrong with a lot of comedy.”
Matt tried his utmost to pay attention as Duncan talked through the characters and the plot of the play, but all he could focus on was the way that Saint Duncan’s thighs spread on his chair. Matt could see the muscle through Duncan’s grey suit trousers and was imagining how it would feel to trace those muscles with his tongue, when he was suddenly yanked from his daydream by a lot of laughter and Louis slapping him on the shoulder.
“Oh, the students will find that hilarious,” Louis gushed to Duncan, a hand on his chest. “Who’d have thought Matt that I’d be the bumbling oaf that would rip off your trousers.”
“What?” Matt said, flicking through the pages of the script to try and understand what he’d missed.
“You’re playing the butler who gets his trousers ripped off by the investor during the dinner scene,” Duncan said, his voice neutral.
Matt bit his tongue to stop himself from arguing. Duncan would want him to embarrassed and nervous. Maybe Duncan wanted him to yell that he wouldn’t do it.
But Matt wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“That sounds like standard farce to me,” Matt said after a breath.
Duncan looked momentarily confused before smiling. “To ensure you feel comfortable, Matt, I wonder if it’s worth you dropping trou now. During rehearsal you’re going to have to get used to Louis yanking off your trousers, so it might be worth us starting now.”
Louis immediately jumped out of his seat. It took every ounce of Matt’s self-control not to bolt from the room right then and there.
Duncan had done this on purpose! He knew how much Louis wanted Matt and he’d manipulated the entire play so that Louis finally got an opportunity to get his hands on him. But Matt refused to let Duncan win, even if it meant having to let Louis get what he wanted.
Matt stood up. “What an excellent idea, Duncan.”
Matt popped the button on his jeans and yanked down the fly before turning to Louis. “You may as well have the honour of pulling my jeans down now, given how much you’ll be doing it in the next few weeks.”
Louis looked like he’d just won the lottery on Christmas Day as he stared at Matt.
Unfortunately, what Matt hadn’t considered was the underwear that he’d chosen to wear under his jeans . . .
Duncan
This was not how Duncan had expected the evening to go at all. When he’d approached Louis to be in the play, he’d hinted that Matt would end up in a state of undress and Louis had jumped at the opportunity.
It was no secret among the faculty how much Louis was obsessed with Matt, and Duncan thought it would be the perfect revenge.
But Matt was playing along like he didn’t have a care in the world. Duncan expected at least a little resistance to the fact that Matt would lose his trousers on stage, but failing that, he expected a typical Matt tantrum when he found out that Louis would be the one to rip them off.
However, here they were, and Matt was acting like he didn’t mind at all.
Duncan watched Matt stand up and unbutton and unzip his jeans, a pair of jeans that hugged every perfect muscle and curve of Matt’s thighs and arse. Duncan had had to look everywhere and anywhere except directly at Matt for fear of losing his train of thought. Matt looked like he’d just stepped out of an aftershave ad, and to say Duncan was turned on was an understatement.
What intrigued Duncan the most was the teasing flash of hot pink material when Matt had unzipped the jeans.
Louis made a show of moving his and Matt’s chairs out of the way so that he had more room to move. He stepped behind Matt, and with the biggest grin, he grabbed the sides of Matt’s jeans and yanked them to his ankles.
Duncan gasped when he saw Matt’s jeans drop to reveal his bulge outlined in a hot pink thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Duncan’s mouth filled with saliva as he stared hungrily at Matt’s bulge.
Meanwhile, the rest of the faculty burst out laughing at Matt’s risqué choice of underwear.
Unable to stop himself, Louis gave Matt’s bare arse a slap making Matt yelp and jump forward.
“I do hope, Mr Owen, that you’ll be wearing something a little less revealing in front of the students.”
Matt blushed as he pulled up his jeans, did them up and resumed his seat.
Louis had an obvious bulge in his trousers as he sat back down, and it took Duncan a while to quiet them all down so that he could attempt to get the read through back on track.
He risked a glance in Matt’s direction and their eyes locked.
Matt was clearly fuming, and Duncan crossed his legs to ensure that no one could see how hard he was. Duncan had never considered a guy in a thong before, but Matt Owen in a hot pink thong was one of the hottest things he’d ever witnessed.
Matt
Matt couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. He’d intentionally chosen the pink thong because it stopped any VPL under his tight jeans and he guessed that if he and Saint Duncan ended up in another cinch that the sight of him in the thong would drive Duncan wild.
What Matt hadn’t factored in was the possibility of everyone else seeing him in the thong. He felt utterly humiliated, particularly as that letch, Louis, had taken the opportunity to slap his arse.
As much as Saint Duncan may not have known about Matt’s choice of underwear, Matt held him completely responsible.
The read through passed in a blur for Matt as he tried to maintain his focus on the script, rather than crossing the circle and ripping Duncan’s clothes off.
When the read through finished, Andrew, Sally and Gwyn headed off straight away, closely followed by Grant. Louis loitered for a couple of minutes, but when he realised that Matt had no intention of talking to him, he disappeared.
Matt marched over to where Duncan was making some notes in his script, ripped the paper from his hand and tossed it on the floor.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Writing this whole scenario so that you can humiliate me in front of the whole school.”
Duncan stood up and scoffed. “Like you did to me at the end of term? A fitting payback I’d say.”
“And I suppose getting Louis to be the one to expose me was just a happy coincidence?”
Duncan laughed. “I’ll take credit for that bit of creativity. We all know how much he wants you. It only seemed fair to give him what he wanted.”
Matt had a sudden thought and closed the distance between the two of them. “Maybe I’ll let him have what he wants after the show?”
“What?” Duncan said, his eyes suddenly wide.
“Louis has been practically begging me to fuck him since I started. Maybe I’ll give him what he wants? This whole faculty production might be just what we need to finally connect.”
Duncan rarely felt jealousy or envy, but in that moment, he had to walk away from Matt. The idea of Matt being with Louis made him want to burn the auditorium to the ground. There was no way that could happen. If anyone got fucked by Matt, it was Duncan.
“We both know you have no intentions of letting Louis anywhere near you, so let’s not pretend otherwise,” Duncan said as he picked up the script and shoved it into his bag.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Matt said with a grin. “Feeling Louis slap my arse like that has awoken something in me. I think I might want him.”
“Fine,” Duncan yelled, spinning around and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Go and fuck, Louis. Do whatever you want. All I care about is ensuring that this faculty production is the best yet, and I have plenty planned to ensure it will be.”
“You’re getting pretty worked up there, Saint Duncan,” Matt said with a smug expression. “Could it be that you wish it was you I was fucking instead?”
Duncan froze with his back to Matt. “I have absolutely no interest in having you anywhere near me. Once this production is over, our little prank war is finished, and we can both go back to not knowing the other exists.”
Matt crossed the space to Duncan, stopping right behind him. “I don’t think you mean that.”
Duncan shivered as Matt placed his hands on Duncan’s hips. “Yes . . . yes, I do.”
Matt sighed. “We both know you’re lying.”
Louis
When the read through had finished, Louis had wanted to hang around to talk to Matt, but after Matt had made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t interested, Louis had headed for the back of the auditorium to leave.
It was just as he reached the door that Louis realised that he’d forgotten his script. He was about to head back for it when he saw Matt rip Duncan’s script from his hand and toss it on the floor.
Louis crept as close as he dared, listening intently to a conversation that was clearly meant to be private.
After Matt had accused Duncan of lying, he’d turned around, grabbed his script and walked out, leaving Duncan alone on the stage to angrily kick a chair over.
Louis’ mind was racing with ideas. First, he was stunned that there was obviously something going on between Matt and Duncan. He didn’t like that Duncan was clearly using Matt to get at him, but there was opportunity here. Louis had wanted Matt for years, and now, it could finally be his chance. All it needed was a little game playing and a little manipulation – activities that Louis excelled at.
