Jimbo.

Jim Thatcher, at your service. Engineering prof at Thunderstone Academy, and that's about all I can tell you. Otherwise, I'd have to kill you.... Only joking! (yeah I'm not joking)

[jglnews]

[jim-thatcher]

Joseph Gordon-Levitt by Sam Jones | Vanity Fair Oct. 2013

[caddyspencer]

Fine. Whatever. You asked for it, Dr. Phil. It’s just stupid shit, but I was walking passed the staff room and I saw like Lydia, Sarah, Marian from the copy room, Mike who teaches trig, Marissa, various teachers gathered like a small army in the staff room and they were talking about me saying stupider shit like about how I don’t dress appropriately for work, i’m always angry and apparently I’m just a fucking slut you know? And usually this stuff doesn’t bother me but….I…I don’t know.

[jim-thatcher]

Shit, I'll tear them apart for you. Like, basing your opinion of someone's sexual frequency off of their clothing choices is "so last century" Like, fuck them. You know who you are, which is a fucking badass who I would totally trust my life with. Even if you accidentally shot me in an airport. Shit, sorry- wait. What I'm trying to say is that you're a slut then I'm fucking Eros playing the harp, Meg. 

[caddyspencer]

Really, you’re not gonna cut me for it? Thanks, Jimbo. Uh…what’s up? Nothing’s up, Jim. Really. Just gas prices and the amount of children in China, nothing irregular. IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY, JIM.

[jim-thatcher]

Bullshit. Tell me what's up. 

[caddyspencer]

Your dick won’t be though.

Because sometimes Meg has a shitty day and sometimes Meg needs her brownie fix to, well, fix itself. That’s for me to know and for you to spend your whole life wondering about.

[jim-thatcher]

Cowabunga.

Well, take the brownie then, but at least tell me what's up? JFC MEG

[caddyspencer]

Jim, I swear to god if you eat that brownie I will cut off your balls and wear them as earrings.

[jim-thatcher]

Whether or not you cut off my balls and wear them as earrings, my stomach will still be happy. 

Why do you need this brownie so badly anyways? Is it spiked?

[caddyspencer]

minemineMINE.

[jim-thatcher]

I will not go down without a fight. 

[ezrapascal]

Oh, I think I like your answer more.

[jim-thatcher]

You could always enter too- a chance to be the victor and get some "famous fudgey fancies". 

[ezrapascal]

You won’t be getting high tonight?

[jim-thatcher]

I was going to say all-staff hunger-games-style battle to the death, but that too. 

[jim-thatcher]

There's only one brownie left? You know what that means...

[figaro-ural]

Who can't someone get a simple coffee right.

[figaro-ural]

That is why no one wants to be the messenger. They always die first. Jim. How would I stab a die guy? Sometimes I just wonder about you.

[jim-thatcher]

The stabbing is just a metaphor for the blame. So really, don't blame me for inventing tea, blame the fucking emperor. 

[ssickhyo]

Drew barely had the chance to reply before they were kissing again; this one different than the last. Unlike the previous chaste and short one, this was different. It was hungry and more frantic, and yeah this was definitely better. Drew lifted his hand and settled them at the back of Jim’s neck, pressing their lips closer, and he released a soft sound at the change of angle. He kept up the kiss for a few more seconds before he pulled away, resting his chin against the man’s shoulder. The angle gave him a clear view of the hall behind them, and Drew belatedly realized that students might catch them kissing. They should be setting an example of no PDA in halls, and here they were, making out like a bunch of hot-blooded teenagers in a random hallway. 

Stepping back, Drew felt a bit disoriented at the loss of contact, but he just stayed quiet and grabbed Jim’s wrist, pulling him deeper into the halls, somewhere secluded and not noticeable. “Thought we had to hide. Wouldn’t want to be setting a bad example now, do we?” he joked, as he cornered Jim to a wall. For the second time that day, Drew pressed their bodies close again, and asked, “Now, where were we?” before leaning down (Drew tried not to be too smug about that) and deliberately bypassed Jim’s lips, and instead, placed a kiss on the side of the man’s neck. It was pretty smooth, as far as he can see. He’d ought to do something about that.

[jim-thatcher]

Wow. Jim had thought Drew was trying to give him some sort of weird hug, at first. His chin was digging into Jim's shoulder, and he could smell Drew. It was the same smell that occupied the other man's dorm- before he could even savour the moment, Drew was pulling him down the hall by his wrist. Classroom doors rushed by, one after one. It felt like he was nineteen again, a strange feeling of invincibility guiding his actions. His back was against the wall now, Drew brushing up on his neck. He let his hands slip into Drew's hair, his stubble skimming Jim's neck.

"Fuck." He breathed, almost inaudible, but Jim made sure to whisper it into Drew's hair. He began to return the favour, leaving kisses just below his ear, trailing along his jaw, his nose brushing against Drew's skin. He could smell that individual scent again, and this time he was sure that there was time to enjoy it. His mouth meet Drew's again, and sucked hard on his bottom lip. He pulled Drew closer, impossible, since they were already tangled together so tightly. Every time Drew breathed in, Jim could feel his chest rise and press against his own. Jim let his hands roam Drew's shoulders, his back. He sighed against Drew's lips, as he tugged on the other man's shirt. 

[figaro-ural]

Who can't someone get a simple coffee right.

[figaro-ural]

As a teacher, you should fuck off because I will stab you with a needle.

[jim-thatcher]

Hey, I'm just the messenger. Don't stab the messenger. If anyone you should stab the Chinese emperor who decided to put gross old leaves into boiling water. 

[figaro-ural]

Who can't someone get a simple coffee right.

I need my caffeine and I get a tea. What is this? I don’t even like tea.

[jim-thatcher]

As a doctor, you should know the healing benefits of tea. Since, like, ancient china or something, they've been doing the tea thing. 

[ssickhyo]

Jim leaning on the doorframe had brought their bodies closer, and Drew can’t help but tense up at that. Here he was, flirting with a man who, just a few weeks ago, he had told that he was in no way interested. But then again— there was nothing to be worried about. Drew was only playing with Jim, toying with the man’s feelings. This wasn’t something serious. And with those thoughts, Drew allowed himself to relax, a small smile on his face. “Trust me, Jim, there won’t be much pining in my part.” he retorted, letting the man’s name roll off his lips with a teasing tone. “I can always just approach another stranger without worrying about something.” he continued, his tone casual. “You see? No problem at all.” He joked.

At the sight of Jim’s pout, Drew rolled his eyes, although the grin on his face showed that he was everything but annoyed. This was nice. Drew had almost forgotten how endearing Jim’s personality can be at times, when he wasn’t busy being an annoying little shit. Jim’s next words only served to make his grin wider. “Wild card, eh?” he repeated, his tone amused. “I would take that as an insult, but then again…” he leaned forward, and now they were closer to each other, Drew noticed that they had quite a height difference. “It can also be a good thing, right?” and without waiting for a reply, he pressed their lips together, the contact soft and brief, before he pulled away, a small, unsure smile on his face.

[jim-thatcher]

As soon as his mouth hit Drew's, a ghost of a smirk hinted at the corners of his mouth. The only thoughts running through his head were 'heh heh heh' though admittedly, he was impressed by the feat. Drew pulled away and Jim noticed a smile that was similar in size, but not intention, playing on the other man's lips. He was stuck between taunting and laughing at him, in the same way as when you meet someone going the opposite way in a narrow hall. Stupid chuckles mixed in with the beginnings of insults flowed shamelessly from Jim’s mouth, “I- heh- you don’t- heh heh…” His head was on overdrive, desperately fishing for the right thing to say.

Then, as if he was about to finally settle on something sarcastic to fill the small void between them, his lips instead silently spoke into Drew's. (And, yeah, he might have had to go on his toes- but only a bit.) The kiss was rushed and hungry, Jim’s hands grabbing at Drew’s shirtsleeves, pulling the fists of fabric closer. He wasn’t sure what he was doing since the action was purely instinctive. But, he was sure that he was pretty okay with continuing on like this, whatever it was.

[ssickhyo]

I’d like to see you try, then. I doubt you’d do much.

[jim-thatcher]

Jim leaned against the the doorframe, which led out into the next wing of the school. His eyebrows raised at the challenge. Drew, Drew, Drew. You fucking tease. "The fact that you'd like to see me try says a lot, huh? How devastated would you be if I just walked away?" he pulled a pouty face, letting his entire head jut forward in the taunting gesture. Drew was a weird one, that was for sure. He was hot or cold depending on some unpredictable, mysterious factor in that stupid blonde head. Maybe it was something as ridiculous as wind patterns or CO2 levels that decided wether he was nice to Jim or not. Whatever it was, it sure didn't like Jim, as Drew was usually cold to the poor guy. "I swear, man. You're a wild card." Jim had blurted out, accidentally voicing his inner opinions. He regretted saying anything at first, but let it slide into their conversation.

[ssickhyo]

I wasn’t naked enough, pretty boy. That’s enough of a sign to show you how much you failed.

[jim-thatcher]

Maybe it's just a sign that I should try harder. -wiggles eyebrows intensely-

[ssickhyo]

It sucks as much as your wooing skills.

[jim-thatcher]

Hey! My wooing skills are top-fucking-notch. I had flowers and you were nearly naked. If that's not A+ wooing right there you're fucked in the head.