5. Broomstick
"One more word, Jack. One more wise crack about my flying skills and this broomstick is going up your ass."
"I'm kink shaming."
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Jack was at the top of the class when it came to flying. It came easy and was a skill he had mastered at a very young age, being able to outdo any of his classmates when athletics class came around.

His boyfriend on the other hand not so much.

Mark passed with flying colours at everything he did, but he couldn't quite get flying down right. He had started late anyways, attending the Academy in seventh grade was the first time he had ever been to school, so everyone knew the basics of flying, except for him of course.

So when Jack and him had started going out, he decided it was time to really try hard.

Of course his boyfriend was supportive about it, but that didn't stop him from being a dick.

Mark had somehow ended up in two trees, three rivers, and a pool of neck-deep mud. To say he was bad at the sport was to say the least. He was improving, getting better control of what he was doing, bud having trouble with making quick decisions like turning left so he didn't hammer into a tree.

Whilst he dangled from the tree, his boyfriend was crying laughing, cruelly hovering next to him on his broom. "Jack help me!"

"I wood help you, but I don't want to get stuck too." Jack was grinning evilly while talking. "I don't want to get splinters."

"Jack I'm serious, help me." Mark sighed, more annoyed than worried of falling at this point.

"Are you going to fly off the handle if I don't? Do you need to cool down in a nice mud spring? Oh, it seems you already have." Both Jack and Mark knew his jokes were terrible but that didn't stop Jack from laughing his ass off.

"One more word, Jack. One more wise crack about my flying skills and this broomstick is going up your ass." Mark threatened, gesturing towards the broken broomstick stuck in the branches with him.

"I'm kink shaming."

Mark let out a frustrated noise and began climbing down himself, much to Jack's horror. It was a fifty foot climb if Mark tried to climb and there was no way he could make it down the tree without falling, so Jack quickly stopped him and had Mark get on his broom, gliding them down to safety. Mark immediately splayed out on the grass and sighed.

"I'm never going to get this."

"Yes you will, Mark! It's just going to take a while, that's all."