The Conservative Teacher - Chapter 5

I'm very excited to share the next chapter for The Conservative Teacher. After the heated argument between Duncan and Matt after the read through, it's time for rehearsals to start. But with Louis knowing that something is going on, he won't stay out of it.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and let me know in the comments what you think might happen next.

Duncan

“Could it be that you wish it was you I was fucking instead?”

Those words had been circling around Duncan’s head for the last ten days. It was difficult enough having to occasionally bump into Matt during the working day, but with rehearsals, Duncan was forced to see him nearly every evening, and on Sunday.

Since their heated discussion after the read through, Duncan and Matt had kept their relationship strictly professional and civil, barely exchanging a single word more than they had to in front of their colleagues.

Duncan was still fuming about the way Matt had seduced him in the stairwell and left him to walk back to his office shirtless. The wolf whistles and cat calls still haunted him, and he was desperate to cause Matt that level of humiliation.

Despite his inability to focus on anything except Matt, Duncan was happy that rehearsals were going so well. The cast seemed to genuinely enjoy the farce, and they’d all had plenty of laughs during rehearsals. The only downside was that Matt seemed to be going out of his way to tease and encourage Louis, which resulted in Duncan seeing red on a daily basis.

Duncan was desperately trying to convince himself that once the play was over, he’d be able to forget about Matt and go back to normal, but he was failing miserably.

It was the night of the dress rehearsal, and Andrew had promised to take everyone to the local pub for drinks afterwards.

After giving everyone a few quick notes and a pep talk, Duncan took a seat out front so that he could watch the performance as it unfolded. He’d given himself the small role of a vicar towards the end of the play. He’d had no choice other than to write in a brief scene where Matt’s character ripped off his vicar’s smock, but he’d amended the scene so that underneath, he would be wearing a silly pair of patterned trousers.

As Duncan sat and watched his farce unfold before him, there was one thing that he couldn’t deny; Matt was brilliant! Despite not being an actor, Matt’s comedic timing and physical comedy were perfection. Yes, Duncan loved the way that the butler’s costume hugged every muscle and curve of Matt’s incredible body, but what made him more attractive was how ridiculously good he was.

Crossing his legs to hide the erection that was tenting his vicar’s smock, Duncan watched as Louis fell in dramatic glory and dragged down Matt’s trousers, exposing a pair of incredibly tight satin boxer shorts emblazoned with the Union Jack.

Seeing Matt gasp and clutch his hands over his crotch was nearly more than Duncan could bear, but he forced himself to try and focus on the play, and not on the way that Matt’s thigh muscles tensed when he squatted down to retrieve his trousers.

Thankfully, a funny scene between Andrew and Sally distracted Duncan’s dick enough that when he had to join them on stage, he was no longer tenting his costume.

With the final scene completed, Duncan gave the rest of the cast a round of applause and Andrew immediately dived in and demanded everyone change quickly and head to the pub.

Matt

As much as he would never admit it out loud, Matt couldn’t deny to himself that he was really enjoying being in Duncan’s play. Yes, he’d rather Louis didn’t get so handsy with him all the time, but the play itself was funny and silly, and he knew the students would love it.

Matt was less impressed that Saint Duncan had managed to change things so that he wasn’t exposed in any way, shape or form, but he had a few ideas of how to change that for the actual performance.

It had been nearly impossible not to think about Saint Duncan, what with seeing him at least once a day for rehearsals. Matt’s fury had somewhat subsided, and he no longer wanted to punch him in his perfect handsome face, but he did want to do a multitude of other things. It didn’t help that Duncan was so relaxed and confident in this environment, not to mention how authoritative he was. There was something about him being so commanding that just made Matt melt a little.

“Are you coming to change?” Louis asked Matt hopefully.

Unfortunately, Louis and Matt were sharing one of the dressing rooms, but Matt waved Louis off, as he had done the last couple of times he’d needed to change. It was bad enough that Louis got to rip his trousers off on stage, but there was no way that he was going to willingly strip down in front of him.

Once Matt had given it enough time for Louis to change, he headed to the dressing room and was pleased to see Louis coming through the door.

“Make sure you’re quick. I think everyone is ready to go, except Duncan. He said he’d follow.”

Matt realised how grateful he’d be for some space from Louis and the others. “Go on without me. I’ll follow too.”

Louis smiled. “I thought you would. I’ll leave you to change. I hope nothing’s amiss. I saw Duncan in here earlier before we started the rehearsal.”

As soon as those words left Louis’ mouth, something tightened in Matt’s gut. He knew that Duncan must have done something to his clothes. The question was what?

But he didn’t have to wait long to find out.

When Matt reached his clothes, it was immediately obvious what Duncan had done to them. The chino shorts he’d worn were now missing the button and appeared to have a slight rip in the waistband, and the bottom two inches of his t-shirt had been cut off.

“That little fucker,” Matt hissed as he inspected the damage.

There was no way that Matt could wear his costume to the pub, and he wouldn’t have time to get back to his cottage and change.

Ultimately, a pair of loose shorts wouldn’t be the end of the world. Matt was wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs underneath his costume, so it wasn’t like he’d be exposing a thong or anything this time. He’d just have to deal with showing a bit of furry toned stomach, and his underwear waistband.

If anything, this was really basic of Duncan.

Matt assessed every inch of his clothes before he pulled them on, but he couldn’t see anything else amiss.

Duncan

After the dress rehearsal had gone so well, Duncan was looking forward to drinks with the cast. When he’d been allocating dress rooms, he’d purposely given himself the small solo room furthest from the stage.

It was just as he was pushing open the door to the dressing room that Louis stopped him.

“Oh, I thought you’d be ready by now,” Louis said with a surprised look.

“I had a few things on stage to take care of, but I’ll get changed and catch you all up.”

“Perfect, I’ll leave you to it. I think Matt got a little confused with dressing rooms earlier as I saw him coming out of here during the show.”

“Matt was in my dressing room?” Duncan asked with a little more venom than he intended.

“Just a mistake, I’m sure. See you at the pub.”

Louis disappeared into his and Matt’s dressing room down the hall, and Duncan entered his own feeling immediately on edge.

There was only one reason that Matt would have been in Duncan’s dressing room, and it certainly wouldn’t have been a mistake.

Duncan crossed the small space to where he’d left his clothes folded, praying that Matt hadn’t done anything stupid. His shirt appeared to be just as he’d left it, and his trousers appeared to be untouched. There were no rips, and the seams were all intact.

“What the hell were you doing in here?” Duncan said out loud as he checked his clothes for a third time.

Unable to find anything out of place, Duncan removed his costume, stripping down to a pair of black silk boxer shorts that hugged his bubble butt and his thick thighs. He pulled on his baggy shirt and buttoned it, before pulling on his trousers. It was as he was doing them up that he finally noticed the problem. The zipper had been ripped off the track and Duncan had no way to do up his fly.

“How bloody juvenile,” Duncan seethed as he grabbed his bag and headed out of the door.

Unfortunately for Duncan, his silk boxer shorts had an open fly with no button, so he’d have to be particularly careful to ensure he didn’t fall out of them.

He couldn’t believe how ridiculously immature Matt was being, and he intended to have it out with him as soon as he got to the pub.

But Duncan didn’t have to wait that long.

No sooner had he left the school grounds along the winding country road that led to the pub, he heard a shout behind him.

“There you are,” Matt yelled.

Duncan turned to see Matt coming towards him with one hand holding the waistband of his shorts, the other side dipping low to show some tight black underwear.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Duncan shot at him. “You’re the one that went into my dressing room and broke the fly on my trousers. How childish are you!”

Matt looked momentarily stunned before the anger returned to his eyes. “Let’s not make up bullshit stories, Saint Duncan. You ruined my favourite t-shirt and fucked up my shorts. Were you hoping for another thong show, you perv?”

“I’m a perv?” Duncan hissed, trying to keep his voice low so that no one could overhear them. “You’re the one that ripped my trousers off in the first place. If anyone is a pervert, it’s . . .”

“Oh, come off it. Are you that pissed off that I faked wanting you outside Andrew’s office that you thought you’d sabotage my shorts? I expected better than that.”

Duncan was so outraged by Matt’s ridiculous accusation that he was momentarily speechless.

“And what did you think you’d even achieve?” Matt continued, only inches away from Duncan, his fists clenched. “Do you really want to see what’s under my shorts again that badly? Here!”

Before Duncan could say a word, Matt let go of the waistband of his shorts and they dropped to his ankles revealing a skimpy pair of black designer boxer briefs that beautifully outlined his thick cock.

“There you go, Saint Duncan. Is that what you wanted? If you’re that desperate, why don’t you just drop to your fucking knees and suck my dick already.”

Duncan finally found his voice, despite being somewhat thrown by the incredible view of Matt stood in the middle of the road with his shorts round his ankles.

“You’d love that though, wouldn’t you, Matt?” he said as he crossed his arms. “We both know that that nonsense about not wanting me was rubbish. You can’t get me out of your head, and you’re the one who’s resorting to pathetic pranks like cutting the fly off of my trousers. Are you that desperate to see my dick? Were you hoping it would fall out of my boxers in the middle of the drinks and give you what you want?”

Matt seemed to deflate slightly. “I didn’t touch your clothes, no matter how much I might want . . . I didn’t touch your damn clothes.”

Duncan knew he’d been right. He knew Matt wanted him. But if Matt hadn’t touched his trousers, then who had?

“What do you mean? Of course it was you. Louis saw you coming out of my dressing room.”

Matt seemed to have a lightbulb moment before he burst out laughing. “I don’t believe it. Louis told me that you’d been in our dressing room. I knew there was something odd about what he said.”

“Why would Louis mess with our clothes? How would he even know that that would be a thing?”

Matt shrugged. “Maybe he’s overheard us at some point, or noticed what a dick you are to me every time we’re in the same room?”

“I’m the dick?” Duncan yelled. “You couldn’t be colder if you tried. Would it kill you to be civil for once?”

Matt closed the distance between them and, grabbing the back of Duncan’s head and pulling him forward, Matt locked their lips together. Duncan didn’t even consider resisting, immediately opening his mouth for Matt’s eager tongue. Duncan’s hands ran down Matt’s muscular back to his meaty arse in his boxer briefs, whilst Matt kept one hand in Duncan’s hair, whilst the other traced a path down to Duncan’s open fly.

Matt wasted no time sliding his hand inside the open fly and was surprised when his fingers connected with the soft skin of Duncan’s hard cock. As their heated conversation had progressed, Duncan had unknowingly become fully erect, and his dick had pushed its way free from the confines of his silk boxer shorts.

Duncan moaned as Matt wrapped his strong hand around his dick.

“This is what I want,” Matt whispered against Duncan’s lips.

“Yes, but . . .”

Duncan pulled away, clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from touching Matt.

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked with a frown.

“Is this real, or are you about to strip me naked and run off with my clothes?”

Matt rolled his eyes. “We already ascertained that it was Louis screwing around with us. Why would I do that?”

Duncan pushed his dick back inside trousers and stepped further back. “I want you, more than you can know, even though you drive me utterly insane. But I don’t trust that you’re not playing some game. For all I know, you and Louis have teamed up.”

Matt barked a harsh laugh. “Are you kidding me? You know I don’t like Louis. You were the one that forced him on to me with your stupid bloody play. I can’t believe you’re being so . . .”

“So what?” Duncan yelled, his arms folding once more.

“So stupid!”

Matt pulled up his shorts with a disappointed expression. “I’m going to the pub. You had your chance.”

Duncan watched Matt walk away until there was a suitable distance between them, before eventually following. He was so conflicted about Matt, but the truth was that he just didn’t trust him, even if he wanted him even more than before.

Louis

Emerging from the hedges at the side of the road, Louis quickly reviewed the footage he’d captured on his phone.

Louis had stayed behind to follow Matt, waiting to see if his assumptions about him and Duncan were correct, and he’d gotten so much more than he expected.

Duncan had used him to get at Matt, and Matt didn’t even like him. Yes, they’d worked out it was him that had set them up, but that was easily batted away.

Louis had always been a master of manipulation, and now that he had everything he needed, a little blackmail would give him exactly what he wanted. But first, he had a few plans to make the faculty production the best show in the school’s history.