jake bass
22 | california

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     ”I did all of my chores, Daddy. Now where’s my prize?”

itsmrmaurell:

Samuel pressed his fingers together, touching them against his chin. “And what, pray tell, could have been more important to you than my class?” He knew that many things were more important than his Spanish class, most of the people that went through it wouldn’t remember a lick of it in a year’s time, but to be curious was human.

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Huffing lightly, he looked to the male. “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled before laughing mostly to himself. “So, what is it you wanted to talk about, sir? About how bad I’ve been? Hm?”

itsmrmaurell:

"You ask to have a meeting with me to talk about your grades and then you show up twenty minutes late. How am I meant to take that?"

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"I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again. I promise." Jake mumbled, and sits on the edge of a nearby desk and biting on his lower lip. "I had to go do something.."

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              As he’s on the couch, Jake slowly pulls him closer to place a kiss on his lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispers.

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