Thank you Lastsyns for beta'd the story

Jack rested his feet on his usual table in the middle of the classroom along the wall. Beside him sat John Hart, his closest friend. Although they had been sleeping with each other for a long time, they were still not in a relationship and Jack intended to keep it that way.

Owen, his best friend, sat behind them beside Ianto. They did not talk to each other, Owen was more interested in his phone. He assumed the other youth was texting with his girlfriend, Toshiko, because when he wrote he had a rare cheerful look upon his face. It suited him. Jack himself liked the girl, they were pretty good friends. She use to help him with his homework and when his computer frequently crashed due to his not so child-friendly surfing online.

Jack relaxed during physics class and just merely listened to what the teacher said. This was their last year before they were free to do whatever they wanted with their futures. He did not honestly know what he would do after school, he did not care that much. His only plan was to continue playing soccer.

He was much older than the others in the class, 21 to be exact. His childhood had been very chaotic. He had never met his father and at the age of nine, Jack had to move from Los Angeles because his mother could not take care of him anymore. The only relative who could take care of him was his aunt who lived in London. He started to hang with the wrong people at an early age and quickly ended up with an addiction. He stole to afford drugs, cigarettes and partying. Jack and Hart had become good friends during that time, but he no longer wanted contact with the rest of his gang. They reminded him of his past. It was not until he was 18 that he had decided to fix his life again.

Jack had become clean unusually fast and had not yet had a relapse which was really good, he was proud of himself. He had regained his interest in soccer and soon became captain of the soccer team. Although he suspected that Hart still had an addiction, they were still good friends. He could just hope that Hart would find a way out like he did.

Jack didn't actually wanted to be in in this class. He hated physics and thought it was the most boring thing in existence but he was there every lesson just to hear his teacher's voice. Doctor John Smith, Doctor in Physics and Mathematics, was the Physics teacher. Some of his colleagues just called him the Doctor. Since he had finished all of their math courses last year, he had just physics with John this year. He loved to listen to the teacher's voice when he spoke passionately about the subjects. This time, he spoke of relativity.

Jack did not understand a word of what the Doctor was talking about, but it did not stop him from enjoying the man's voice and appearance. He looked rather good for being in his mid-thirties. He had mistaken John for a student the first year, but was surprised when he found out that the other man was in fact his teacher. He thanked god that he had not flirted with the man before he knew who he was.

He could see how John's eyes were filled with pride when Martha Jones responded correctly on almost all the questions he gave her. What Martha did in physics class was a wonder because she wanted to become a doctor and should not have this physics class. He assumed that the girl liked the teacher so much that she craved to take an extra subject. Apparently it was more than Jack who liked the Doctor.

A bit away from Martha was Rose Tyler. She glared at Martha while she chewed on gum. He could see Rose's makeup was extra heavy today, which he suspected was because they had John almost all lessons. She had not wore such heavy makeup the other day. But she had been very successful with her work, since Jack found her quite attractive.

Rose was immediately smiling and being all cute and lovely when John turned to the rest of the class again. She had done that ever since first year with him in a desperate attempt to get the teacher's attention. The only one who did not notice the war of John's attention between the two girls, was John himself who did not seem the least bit interested in any of them in a different way than as his students.

John was in the midst of some explanation of how time travel was possible in theory, when he was reminded that the day had ended almost five minutes ago. Nobody wanted to interrupt John because he was the most popular teacher, at least among the girls and Jack.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But for next week I want you all to write a short text about why or why not you believe time travel is possible. The one I think has the best argument gets a banana, cultivated from my TARDIS and the worst gets a pear… from Wal-mart" he said, looking disgusted by just mentioning the fruit.

"Put your chairs up and pick up your trash, the cleaner will kill me if she finds a Coca-Cola can in the classroom again, and I do not want to go. You can go now. Oh that reminds me, there is a very interesting program about the Quantum Field Theory on BBC 2 tonight, those of you who are aiming for a higher grade watch the program and write a report using the program and the text book as your sources" Jack was on his way out of the classroom and passed John's desk when John stopped him.

"Mr. Harkness, I want you to stay a while," he said sounding serious.

Jack paused and then nodded. He could feel how Martha and Rose stared enviously at him. They whispered about how good looking John was and how sexy his voice was serious. Although they behaved like enemies and could not stand each other at John's lessons, they were still best friends an got along just fine all the other hours of school. The only thing they really argued about was John.

It took a long time before the classroom was empty as there were a few students left in the classroom who wanted to argue over the score they received after the last test. Jack had badly onthe last test. John had glued a small pear sticker next to his big red F to show Jack that he was extra disappointed in him. He thought the Doctor just joked when he told them he would paste on a sticker shaped like a pear if he was extra disappointed in someone, but it was not until this day Jack had found out that John had not been joking. He sat and waited for John in front of the teacher's desk.

"Alright, Mr. Harkness "he said when the last student had left the classroom. "You scored really low on the recent test, but it's not just the test. You almost fail on all assignments and tests throughout the past year. The only thing you did well on was your essay about sex and cohabitation, but it is more biology than physics. I'm sorry but if you do not get better then you know I must fail you on the whole class." His voice was filled with disappointment.

Jack felt a little nauseous when John talked about his results. Actually, he did not care one bit about his physic grade, but it was John's disappointed tone and the sad eyes that gave him the guilt. It felt like he had betrayed John by not doing sufficiently good enough.

"I honestly don't know what to do with you, maybe I'll bend you over my desk and give you a hard well-deserved paddle, son " John was joking of course, and Jack knew it, but the authoritarian in his voice and the fierce gaze made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. He wanted John to paddle him. The thought of John spanking him was turning him on.

"There is so much going on with soccer and everything right now." Jack knew it was a lousy excuse, he knew Martha was working a part time job after school to afford all future studies and yet she managed with every little assignment and extra assignment even though she took more classes than the others in physics class.

"Is there someone who can help you at home" John asked and seemed not to think so much about the excuse. Jack shook his head.

"I've moved away from home, I'm living alone now" The Doctor was silent for a while and seemed to consider something.

"Are you free tonight? " He asked. Jack immediately began to grin.

"Yes. In fact I'm free, after the game. Are you asking me out on a date, Doctor? " He could not help but to flirt with his teacher and use his nickname.

"Behave Jack!" He received as a response almost immediately from the teacher. He felt a little happy when John used his first name. "If you want, I could help you to catch up with your studies in the evenings." Jack was surprised, John wanted to help him, even though he was probably the worst student the man had ever taught.

"The game ends late after dinner, I didn't think you we're at school for so long." John nodded and looked a bit amused.

"I understand, it was why I was thinking about studying at my apartment," he gave the younger adult his address and home number." Call me if you can't make it, you can get some left-overs if you decide to come immediately after your game, good luck."

Jack walked with light steps out of the classroom. He almost couldn't understand what had happened. He was probably the only person in the class with John's Home address and number.

Jacks team fought hard throughout the game but only won by 1-0. The entire team gathered around him because he made a goal at the penalty shot. They were further in the final as they had managed to win the tough game. If they managed to win the final on Saturday, then their team would be qualified to play a cup with England's best junior teams. Jack could not take all the credit, he insisted that everything was River's doing. If she had missed one of the balls, the opposing team would have won and he'd never gotten a chance to get the decisive goal.

Some underestimated the young woman because of her sex, but Jack knew the opposing team was lucky that she preferred to be the goalkeeper. He wouldn't like to face the team that River starred as a forward on. He was grateful they were on the same team.

When Jack had met River for the first time he asked her why she was called River Song when her given name was Melody Pond. She had told him that when she was 16 she had been studying in another country where they did not speak English for a year. Their equivalent of Melody Pond , had been Song and River. River had become so fond of her new name subsequently she preferred to be called River Jack knew she was married, they flirted with each other as usual. It was nothing serious between them. Although he had never met her husband, he respected their relationship. The closest he and River had to a kiss, was a kiss on the cheek from River when he jokingly said he loved her. River had obviously not taken it seriously and kissed his cheek as she explained that she belonged to someone else.

"How's everything with your husband?" Jack asked as they had not talked about her marriage for a while.

"In disrepair, he is an awful kisser, though I have tried to teach him but he is completely useless and he is completely clueless when it comes to the bed. I mean it Jack, I do not know what he learned during his sex education, but he believes sex is when two adults jump in bed fully clothed. I can bet that he believes in the stork too" River then began to laugh. "Our sex life is wonderful, I just wish he could get rid of his fezzes."

They parted at the dressing rooms. River had really no problem changing while amongst the men but they were distracted and felt uncomfortable with changing with a woman. So she decided to change alone.

Jack looked down at the paper he had had in his pocket. He looked thoughtfully at John's address and considered whether he would go to his teacher or not. He had made the Doctor disappointed and he wanted to make him proud. But what if John was just messing with him? Jack knew that it was just nervousness speaking. John could joke about a lot of things but he would never joke about something like that. He immediately felt comfortable again. He soon discovered that he was standing outside John's two-flat apartment. Jack could determine by the dim light in the house that the teacher had lit some candles. He first thought of a fireplace but because there was no smoke from a chimney he immediately trashed that idea.

Jack gathered courage and knocked on his teacher's door. He looked through the window as John got up and put down his book that he was probably reading, before he went to open the door. He could see the Doctor wearing his thinking glasses. The Doctor had in the first year explained to the class when they would tell five things about themselves, that he would put on his glasses when he ran into a problem that he found difficult to solve, they made him look more intelligent. He would never forget the four other things. John loves bananas, he hates pears, he calls his garden the TARDIS and he liked to swim when he had a lot to think about. John looked good in glasses prompting Jack to wish that the teacher would wear them more often.

"Didn't think you'd come, come in, have you eaten?" Jack had barely made it through the door before John asked if he had eaten.

"No, Mr. Smith." John smiled at Jack.

"We're not in school, call me John. Make yourself at home and have a look around while I go and reheat the food, you can leave the bag beside my trench coat."

Jack looked after his teacher who went off to reheat the leftovers for him. He liked the Doctor's coat, he had seen him wear it when the man walked to school in the mornings. It made him look like a hero, just like Jack's WWII coat. After he had taken off his shoes and put down the bag, he walked cautiously, as if he was afraid to break anything, in to John's living room. He was immediately greeted by a big red armchair that looked very comfortable. It looked quite old fashioned, the whole house seemed to come from the past. It gave him a feeling as if he had traveled back in time.

Jack was surprised when he saw a big blue police box in the room by the corner of the wall. He walked carefully to the blue box and tried to open the doors, which of course were locked. John had an interesting taste of decoration. He walked further into the room and saw some pictures of when John was young. He was playing with a dog and another boy. They looked so happy. He continued looking at all the other people in the pictures. An elderly couple, who he guessed were his parents, a beautiful young woman in a sailor's suit, was she his wife? And finally a picture of a young adult about Jack's age. He had a very interesting taste in clothes. A tweed jacket, suspenders, a bow tie and a fez. Jack nearly burst out laughing when he saw the picture but just smiled a little to himself. He was reminded of what River had said about her husband and the fez problem.

"That's my little brother, Christopher. He is about your age, maybe a bit older. You may have met his team in a game. His team is the junior champions." Jack twitched and felt his heart speed up. John had appeared behind him without him noticing it, which was amazing because the old wooden floor creaked with every step Jack took. He was holding a tray with a spaghetti bolognese and a slice of pie for dessert. Jack could bet it was a banana pie. He felt his stomach growling, he was really hungry.

"Is he married?" John set down his tray of food. He showed a picture of Christopher dressed in a very humorous costume and hat but what surprised him was it was River who was standing next to him wearing a wedding dress. The world is really small, Jack figured and walked over to the coffee table that John had prepared for him. While he ate in silence John had made a cup of tea for Jack and set out a bowl of sugar on the table.

"Take more sugar if you need it." John returned to his work as Jack finished his meal. Jack was just about to bring the dish out of the room and set it in the sink when John said he would do it because he was a guest.

"No, I insist I'll do it. In addition, old men need to rest their back." Jack joked prompting John to back down and burst out in laughter. He was relieved that John was not offended.

When Jack came back, the Doctor presented some books in physics and was searching for the chapter about light which had been their first subject in physics. He sat down next to the older man and listened to him while he taught him how light behaved in water. He could no longer concentrate on what the attractive older man said. Jack watched how John's lips were moving and his eyes glowed in passion for the subject. He wanted to kiss his lips, touch the other man's body. Stroke him, hold him and make love with him.

Jack stared in surprise when he felt his lips meet the confused teacher's lips. He had not even noticed when he leaned forward to kiss the older man. John soon relaxed and returned the kiss. He put his hands against the younger man's chest when Jack put his arms around him. They did not speak to each other. They just let their bodies do what they desired to.

Jack pulled his fingers through John's hair. He had long dreamed of doing it. He let his hands move under the older man's shirt. Even though he was younger, he naturally took the command. The older man seemed to enjoy the touch.

"I am your teacher," he tried halfheartedly but was silenced by Jack with a kiss.

"Doctor, if you don't keep your mouth shout then I promise, I'll use your tie to gag that pretty little mouth of yours." The Doctor immediately became quiet and began to explore the other's body. They had kissed each other for a while and the candles he had lit for the evening had almost burnt out. They both wanted to go all the way. Jack did not mind doing it in the living room but John did not seem as enthusiastic about it.

"Where is your bedroom?" Jack asked and lifted the Doctor up in his arms. He was surprised that John weighed so little but thought no more of it now.

"Upstairs first room to the right" he whispered and lead the Captain of the football team up the stairs and into his room. Jack gently lay John down on his bed and crawled up quickly after him and started to kiss the man again. He could never get enough of the older man's body. He felt so thin and fragile, like a delicate little porcelain doll.

Jack gently started to unbutton John's shirt and pulled skillfully off the rest of the man's clothes. He looked down at the other man. He had never seen this much of the teacher until now. He was much more attractive than before, and Jack longed to get off his own clothes. He regretted that he had switched from his gym clothes to his usual WWII outfit. He liked it, but right now he thought both a belt and suspenders the stupidest garments he could have chosen. He had had some problems with the belt.

John himself was eager and tore the other man's shirt open so the buttons flew in all directions. He licked at Jack's chest and liked the taste of his body skin. Jack finally got his pants off and looked at John with a hungry gaze. John knew this look and turned around to lie on his stomach but was stopped midway by Jack.

Jack wanted to look John in his eyes when he was inside the other man. He kissed John again and hoped the other man was adequately prepared so he wouldn't hurt him. He did not want to hurt him but he could not wait any longer either.

Jack heard the older man moan in pain and watched in horror when the Doctor twisted his face in pure pain. There was no pleasure in this for the other man. He tried to calm down the older man with comforting words and after what seemed like an eternity for Jack, he saw John finally relax. He seemed to enjoy the act.

Jack made sure that the Doctor enjoyed while he loved him. After he lay beside him and held the other man near him. He let John rest his head against his chest, they could finish the studies later.