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Title: High School Confidential
Chapter 1
I don't want somebody to love me Brian couldn’t believe he was doing this. Brain Kinney teaching. Who would’ve thought? Definitely not himself…but he hadn’t planned on that bastard framing him either and then getting him canned. Brian stared at himself in the mirror contemplating on what to wear and on what not to wear. A conversation that he had had with Lindsay the other night popped up into his memory. She had told him that he was going to teach a bunch of teenagers, not trying to wow a bunch of old geezers and win an account. She had strictly told him NO Armani. So, Brian complied and promised not to wear Armani. Plus, she was right. These were “young people” – Not senior citizens. And he was twenty-nine. Far from being a senior citizen. He wanted to blend. Or something. So, no Armani. Sighing, Brian settled with a pair of jeans. Not just any jeans either. Brian didn’t just have “any” jeans. All his pairs of jeans were name brand, expensive, and on him – fucking hot. No, he had on a pair of expensive 501s. They were his favorite pair of faded blue jeans. He liked the way they hung loosely on his hips and framed his perfect, all of him was perfect and he and everyone else knew that, legs. Next would be his torso. If it wasn’t below zero degrees out there and snowing like there was no tomorrow he would’ve worn the infamous black, button up tank top that completed a lot of his outfits. But, no, thanks to the Christmas season he had to wear something else. He got over it. What he was wearing made him look fucking hot anyway. Brian pulled on a long sleeved and, not to mention, very snug shirt. He figured that an expensive school full of rich, selfish brats would have the heater on so he didn’t want to wear something too hot. He pulled on some expensive, everything he owned was expensive, leather shoes and, the one thing that he would wear that was Armani, his large black overcoat. And that was just until he reached the classroom that he would be assigned in. Lindsay wouldn’t want him to freeze to death would she? That led to another conversation that she had talked with him about. Teachers didn’t make loads of money. He had to be careful with what he bought and spent. He had quickly reminded her that he had enough money to last him the rest of his life into retirement. He was loaded. Then she had asked him if he really wanted to do this job. Of course he didn’t really want to do it but he wasn’t going to mind it. Part of the art that they had been doing was photography. Photography was Brian’s thing. If Brian had not became the brilliant Ad executive that he had become then he would’ve been in photography. No doubt. He could remember the first time that he had used a camera. He had been thirteen; he and Michael were going to a summer camp that Debbie happened to be working at so they got in for free. His father had immediately agreed to letting him go – Anything to get his son out of his hair. Brian had readily agreed to go – Anything to get his father out of his hair. It was at summer camp that Michael had shown Brian Debbie’s camera. It was a nice camera. Not one of those ugly, shitty ones or one of those pointless disposable cameras. It was like “Pimp my camera”. It had everything that a camera could have. All the things that a camera could have back then. Brian had gone crazy with it, talking pictures of everything that there was to take pictures of. The foliage, campers, camp leaders – Their leader at camp was fucking hot. How could he resist? -, Michael, Debbie…everything. Being the same cocky person he is today he had told himself that he had done a fucking awesome job. Debbie had called him a “genius with the camera” when she had flipped through the pictures on the last day of camp. One had particularly caught her eye – that of the lake right in the middle of camp. Secretly, it had been Brian’s favorite too. Debbie had even gotten him a “special” folder – Special folder had sounded kinda cool at the time - for his pictures so he could keep them protected and add new pictures that he happened to take while out of camp. Then he had returned to his “humble” home and back to the abusive nature of his father, Jack, and the unhelpful hands of his mother. So, when he returned home the folder had been tucked away under his mattress so his father wouldn’t find it and do something drastic. Like rip the pictures to shreds. They were probably one of the most prized possessions that Brian had owned at the time. His father would do anything to ruin something Brian actually liked. So – he kept them secret. Easy. Until he came home from school that one day. - - “What the fuck is this?” Brian stood in front of his bedroom door in horror with Michael standing behind him cowering behind Brian’s taller form to avoid the fiery and haunting gaze of Brian’s drunk father. Brian and Michael had just gotten out of school and the thirteen and fourteen, Mikey was a year older, year olds were ready to get out of the brick prison and head over to Brian’s house so he could retrieve a few things and then run over to Michael’s. Michael had steered clear of Brian’s house since the first day that he had met the brunette – Brian had told him to never come here unless it was an emergency. Michael had heard all the horror stories so Michael had no trouble staying away from the Kinney house. Brian looked from the folder in Jack’s hand to the beer clutched in his other hand and then to the outraged face. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, cheeks, neck, and ears red with the anger that was building up inside his alcohol drowned body, and lips were curled back into a disgusted sneer. Brian didn’t answer, he couldn’t, his mouth was glued shut and his palms started to sweat just slightly. He quickly wiped the palms of his hands on his corduroy pants before bravely stepping into the destruction zone – his bedroom. The place that was a safe haven to most kids but a dangerous place to step if you were Brian Kinney. His father repeated the question, spit spewing out of his mouth, and anger flooding the entire room. “Answer me you fucking brat! What are you now?” He gave the folder a few hard shakes causing the pictures to fall out like rain onto the floor, some upside down and some face up. His father kicked at a few with his feet before looking back up at his very pissed off son. “You aren’t going to talk? Answer me! Are you some kind of fucking fairy? I sent you to that fucking summer land to play sports – be a man…not fucking…take pictures of flowers!” Brian kept his eyes trained on his father, he wanted to look down at the pictures to see, to check, if Jack had ripped any when he had began kicking them around but he didn’t. He couldn’t. That would give his father the chance to see that Brian actually cared about the pictures. Brian didn’t want to show Jack that he cared. He tried to act like he didn’t. But, oh, how he did. “Is there something wrong with you? Answer me!” With that Jack landed a punch, a none-to-gently punch, on Brian’s jaw. The brunette stumbled back a few steps, he heard Michael let out a worried gasp behind him in the doorway, and he placed a hand on the jaw. Pain and burning pulsed through his entire face but focusing on that one punched spot on his jaw. Fuck – it hurt like a mother fucker but Brian stared squarely at his father. In all the years that Jack had hit him, kicked him, and beat him he had never cried in front of him or his mother and he didn’t intend to today. Especially with Michael here. Brian didn’t cry in front of people and he wasn’t going to start today. Jack might’ve showed some appreciation for his son’s strength against emotion if the pictures weren’t still in sight. “You’re a fucking fairy aren’t you? Answer me.” Brian still didn’t answer. If he did he would have to tell the truth. He wasn’t ashamed of his sexual orientation but he felt that his father didn’t deserve to know the truth. His father was a bastard, pure evil, and just a sperm donor in his mind. His mother was just the women who popped him out. He didn’t give a fuck about either of them – well, he tried his best not to. There was always that one part of him, that one very annoying part of him, that still slightly cared. Even if it was just a tiny bit…but he supposed everyone at least cared a centimeter about their parents. No matter how horrible they were. Instead of answering his father, Brian fell to the floor on his knees and began grabbing all the pictures and trying to get them all in his hands before Jack could do more damage. As soon as Jack saw what his son was doing the man kicked out his foot. Said foot connected roughly with Brian’s side and sent the thirteen year old onto his back, hand grabbing onto the side that his father had abused. Michael could be heard gasping again and probably sniffling. He was crying. Brian would bet on anything that the comic loving idiot was crying. Brian slowly and carefully picked himself back up into a sitting position, hand still gripping his burning side. He was probably the only one who heard the crack of a rib fracturing. Jack kneeled down on the floor in front of him. He began to rip each picture piece by piece until he came to the very last one, Brian watching on in pure horror but doing his best to hide it. The last picture – The Lake. Debbie’s favorite. Brian’s fucking favorite photograph. Brian let go of his side, grabbed the picture and held tightly onto it, knuckles turning white and a fiery glare shot at his father. He would die before Jack could have this picture. He didn’t know why he was so passionate about keeping it so safe and he didn’t know why he care so much but he knew he wanted it to last and not die like all the others. Jack let out a disgusting, smirking laugh and stood back up, hand still clasping his beer bottle. “Keep the fucking picture you fucking brat.” Jack stormed out of the room, his right side rammed into Michael and sent the boy into a wall with a loud thump and an “ouch!”. Brian stared at the lake in his hands and threw the picture into the corner of his room. It fell to the floor agonizingly slow and then landed face down. Brian quietly set to work on scooping the pieces of the other pictures and putting them into a single pile. Michael had seated himself on Brian’s bed. Brian was sure he had heard Michael as if he was alright but Brian wasn’t so sure. If so, then Brian was going to ignore him. Brian got up off the floor; he did his best to ignore the burning in his ribcage, and got a small plastic bag from the store and placed the torn pictures in the bag. He placed it into the trash like he didn’t care. “Brian?” Brian met Michael’s large, worried, puppy-dog eyes with a steely look of ‘I don’t care about shit’ on his face. Brian waited expectantly for the question that he knew would come. “Are you ok?” Brian quickly nodded and sat down next to his best-friend on his shitty excuse for a bed. Michael proceeded. “So – that was the infamous Mr. Kinney.” Both boys ignore Mr. and Mrs. Kinney’s screams at the other end of the house and then the scream of the women. Brian offered Michael a smile and nodded none-too-proudly at the statement. “I’m sure he was glad to meet you.” Instead of going over to Michael’s house that night – he was sure Michael would relay the whole story to Debbie and he didn’t want the loud women fussing over him tonight – he stayed in the “comfort” of his bedroom and stared at his ceiling until his father was asleep, ass drunk, on the sofa. Then he carefully rolled over on his stomach, buried his face in his pillow, and cried his heart out but was still silent about it. He didn’t want his mother or father to hear just incase they happened to wake up. It was times like these that he cried. When he was alone and there was no one to hear him. Bliss. - - Brian stopped looking at himself in the mirror when his cell phone starting calling out to him in an annoying ring tone that said Michael was calling him. He contemplated on answer it. Would it be Michael calling just to ask him if he was still going on with this crazy plan to become the school’s hottest teacher on campus? Was he just going to try and get Brian to back out of the plan? Brian decided to answer it anyway, pressed the ‘TALK’ button and held it up to his ear. He paused before talking wondering if it was too late to hang up. No, it was too late because Michael would know he was there since he had answered. Fuck. “What the fuck do you want, Mikey?” “To offer you my blessings.” “What?” “Actually to wish you good luck on your first day on the job.” Brian smiled into the phone, reaching down to get his briefcase off the floor and stepping out the front door after, of course, making sure that his door was locked and the alarm was on. Brian laughed. “Yeah right. You didn’t even want me to take it.” Michael sighed on the other end, obviously thinking about the next thing to say. “Yeah – well, I’ve changed my mind. This is a good break for you.” “Yeah, I get to see a bunch of young, hot teenagers.” Brian could imagine Michael rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Brian could only imagine what question Michael had for him. “How did you even get the job? It’s halfway into the year.” Brian smirked and he was sure Michael new he was doing so. Brian had his ways. This had been a snap, getting the teaching job. The principle happened to be a female, a single female, and all he had to do was offer her a few “suggestive” looks, act like the hot shit he was, and convince her that he was the perfect man for the job. Then, of course, the question of him being in possession of E hadn’t even been brought up. Vance had somehow pulled some strings so that it didn’t get onto his record or get to the media. Vance had readily told people that Brian had quit to move on to bigger and better things. Yeah – teaching was so much better and bigger. Brian slid into his jeep. “The principle has a crush on me.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Brian grinned. “Nope. I’m serious. For once. I completely understand why she would though. No one can resist my sexy charm and incredibly good looks.” Michael snorted on the other end. “Whatever. I let you and your charm leave then. Oh and Lindsay told me to make sure you aren’t wearing Armani.” Brian looked down at his overcoat and then focused back on the road. “Nope. Armani free now shut the fuck up and hang up.” He did. “I’m Brian Kinney. You’re new art teacher.” God. This was fucking insane. Brian couldn’t be a teacher. Since when did he have patience for a bunch of eighteen-year-olds? It wouldn't be that hard to get the girls to do what he wanted. They were all but giggling – No, some of them were giggling – at the sight of their new teacher. He swore he heard a few content and appreciative sighs when he shrugged off his overcoat and, of course he loved the attention, he thrived in it even if it was from the female population, he couldn’t help but smile. He would be able to wrap those girls around his finger without a problem. The males on the other hand – God help him. They looked like a bunch of…stupid idiots. His predictions had been right. The only reason most of these guys joined because it was an easy A. None of them looked like they could draw a stick figure. The right side of the room held five guys. Jocks. Brian looked down at the sheet of paper he held in his hand and began calling names. Everyone was here except one student. “Justin Taylor.” Brian looked around the room; all was silent except for a small comment (“The homo new kid!”) by the Hobbs kid. Brian only had to take one look at him to know that he was the leader of the pack of dummies that sat next to him watching his every move and hoping to make him proud of them or whatever the fuck. It was the stupidest thing Brian had ever heard of. One of the blonde girls, Ashley something, raised her hand. Shit. He had to call on her. “What?” “He’s here. He’s probably late.” Brian rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he’s obviously late if you’re right and he’s here.” She looked offended at his tone of voice and sent him a small death glare before returning to talking about her nails or something to the flock of girls that surrounded her. Brian ran a hand through his hair. Yeah, maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Brian sat down on top of his desk and studied the students. There were only ten students counting Justin Taylor. He could get through this and, if worst came to worst, he could just quit. Suddenly the door burst open and in came, who Brian thought the kid was, Justin Taylor. And damn. He was fucking hot. It should be illegal for him to be running around the school and even more illegal for him to be wearing the school uniform. When the blonde turned around to pick up a paper that he had dropped in a rush to get inside the classroom he got the perfect view of his bubble butt and he would be lying to say that images of him sinking his dick into it didn’t pop into his mind. Oh, no, they were certainly there and Brian was sure if he didn’t stop looking his cock would never calm down. Clearing his throat, Brian got up off the desk and quickly sat down so no one else would notice his apparent appreciation for the appearance of the new student. Brian was guessing he was new anyway. That’s what that asshole, Hobbs, had said. “You’re late.” Maybe Brian could keep him after class and punish him. He could think of a million things to do with that tie and most of them involved tying it to something and doing some serious bondage. Brian watched as Justin stood there in the middle of the art room, he was obviously the most beautiful person in here, hands gripping his papers, his shaggy blonde hair in complete disarray, and his white starch shirt half un-tucked – Maybe Brian could help him un-tuck the rest of it – and out of breath. Yeah, Brian was getting the hard on of his life. Maybe this job hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. “I’m sorry.” Brian might be able to work up the heart to forgive him. “Is there a specific reason you were late?” “He was probably giving the janitor a blow job.” This earned Hobbs a couple loud guffaws from his buddies sitting next to him. Brian rolled his eyes, how touché this Hobbs kid seemed, and shot a glare over in their direction. “It’s probably more then you get so shut the fuck up.” This seemed to have the wanted affect and Chris’ mouth immediately clamped shut and he tried not to look offended at the teacher’s words. A couple of the girls, Ashley included, laughed. Yeah, Brian was making a great first impression on his wonderful aspiring students. Then the blonde, still standing in the middle of the room, smiled and, well, Brian would have to be blind to not notice how…Brian shoved the thought away. To put it shortly – Justin Taylor was the most beautiful but fucking hot kid he had ever seen in his life. The janitor, not that it was even true, was one very lucky guy. Well, his dick was anyway. Justin directed that sunshine smile straight in his direction. Brian did everything in his control to will his dick to go down. “No.” Brian couldn’t help but notice the slight teasing tone and small smirk/smile that the kid gave him but he did his best to ignore it. That was impossible but he acted like he ignored it. Suddenly the door opened again to reveal a girl with frizzy brown hair. Brian hadn’t expected anymore students, there weren’t anymore on his list anyway so he didn’t know who the fuck she was. Chris obviously did. “Hey, Taylor, your fag hag showed up.” Justin shot the jock a harsh glare and turned to the girl. The glare was quickly replaced with a smile. Brian wasn’t sure just how new Justin was to the school but he obviously seemed to know at least two people here very well. Brian didn’t stand up from his desk to make introductions, like it was even safe to stand up and show everyone just how much he liked to pay attention to students. Instead, he stayed seated and nodded over at the girl who was whispering something to her blonde friend. “Who the fuck are you?” She blinked before answering. No doubt startled by his choice of words. Suddenly she smiled. She obviously didn’t mind it. “Daphne Chanders. I’m not on the list. I just quit Tech to join Art.” Brian nodded and told the two of them to sit down before he made them stand the entire time, though he wouldn’t mind staring at Justin standing there the whole time, and added Daphne’s name to the list. He didn’t care if the office knew about Daphne’s change of classes. It was their problem – not his. Brian looked at each individual, his gaze probably lingered on Justin a little but longer then necessary, before speaking. Now he just had to decide what the fuck to do. He hadn’t made a lesson plan. Screw lesson plans. Be adventurous and unpredictable. “Who the fuck actually has talent in here?” Only a few students raised their hands, Justin was one of them. Daphne wasn’t, Chris and his buddies were defiantly not raising their hands but Hobbs couldn’t help but add his two cents. “If you mean in bed…yeah.” His friends all laughed like he had said the most hilarious thing that they had ever heard. Brian heard Justin mutter a ‘yeah right’. Brian, on the other hand, rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t count on it.” Chris didn’t reply to Brian since he’s smart enough to know not to mess with him. The brunette, after all, was bigger, older, and a helluva lot more hot then he is. At least he’s not stupid enough to not realize that. Too bad he doesn’t realize that Brian liked Justin a lot more then him and that Justin’s a whole lot hotter then he is too. Chris flicked off the blonde. Justin, Brian was happy to see, offered the jock his own middle finger before turning back to Daphne and engaging her in a conversation. Chris, Brian noticed he always had to have the last word, didn’t let the matter drop. No, he had to go on and talk. Brian hated it when he opened his mouth and he had only been in the classroom…fifteen minutes. “This coming from Mr. Virgin?” Justin raised an eyebrow but his cheeks heated up a bit. Daphne rolled her eyes before sliding down in her seat and focusing on her index finger nail. Justin, however, decided not to let this drop. Brian settled back into his chair. Maybe this would actually get interesting. “Like any girl would have sex with you. Or is it guys you prefer? I can’t quite remember…” Justin moved his hand up and down in a suggestive manner. Yeah, this was getting good. Brian decided to let the two get at each other. Maybe Justin would get his shirt torn off or something. That would add to the already nice view that Brian was getting. Brian looked over at Chris and obviously this hand motion meant something because he suddenly looked ready to kill, his cheeks turned a dark red, and he was out of his chair before Brian could even grasp what was happening. By the time he did Justin was already pressed up against the wall, Daphne was shouting a bunch of profanities at Chris, the jocks were cheering him on, and all the girls were watching shocked and hoping for something good to happen. Brian was over there as quickly as possible and pulling Chris away from Justin who didn’t seem to care that he was being pinned up against a wall. As soon as Chris was off of him Justin’s fist landed squarely across Hobbs’ jaw. The whole class quieted and Brian could’ve sworn he heard someone mutter something about not knowing fags could throw a punch. Justin showed them. A bruise was already forming on Chris’ face. Brian smirked and all but dragged Chris back over to his seat. He shoved him down harshly into his seat strode back over to where Justin stood straightening his shirt. Brian looked down at him for a moment, brilliant plan clicking on in his mind. “You’re staying after school for a detention with me.” Brian heard Chris snicker. “You’re going to the office. I’ll let them deal with you. Now let’s start fucking class.” He wanted to start it so it would be over soon. He wanted the whole day to end soon. Then it would be detention with Justin Taylor. This would be Justin’s favorite detention ever. Brian’s favorite too. Chapter 3: Punishment But I don't know how and I don't know when To open my eyes If you kiss me again Like you did just now, like you did just then Do it again Monkey – George Michael _____ It’s finally the end of the day. Finally the part of the day that Justin had been looking forward to. How could he not be looking forward to his detention with Mr. Kinney? God – He was most gorgeous man that Justin had ever laid eyes on before. He shouldn’t even be allowed to be a teacher and not only because of his foul mouth. The next classes had been hard to get through, you know, with an extreme hard on and all. He was afraid that it would never go away. Thanks God he had one of those shoulder bags that you slung the strap on one shoulder and the strap went diagonally across your chest and the bag rested on your hip. Well – It wasn’t resting on his hip today. More in front of his legs for obvious reasons that he didn’t want to make obvious to the whole school. Screw the new teacher and his good looks. He was become a hassle. Daphne smiled over at the blonde. “Wow, Justin. You’ve been here, let’s see, two weeks and you’ve already gotten a detention and by the hottest teacher in the school. You’re so lucky! I would give anything to trade spots with you right now.” Justin smiled over at his best-friend, eyes rolling although secretly agreeing with her. He had been doing nothing but awaiting for the last bell to ring and for his legs to carry him back to the art room where his gorgeous teacher would…punish him for being bad. “Ha, ha. Whilst I’m in detention you get to go home to a wonderful, big, empty house.” Daphne punched him lightly in the shoulder and muttered a ‘don’t remind me’ with a frown on her face. Her parents were always traveling around on business leaving Daphne with credit cards and money so she wouldn’t die of starvation or boredom. There was also the pile of “Entertainment Money” that her parents had given to her specifically for the movies and putt-putt golf or something “exhilarating” like that. “I’ll come by after I’m done here. Can I spend the night?” Daphne rolled her eyes at me. “What do you think? Why do you even ask? You’re always welcome in my house.” “As long as your parents aren’t there.” “Yeah – well, if they knew you were gay then they wouldn’t care if you came over. You should really tell them and then tell them not to tell your parents and then everything would be perfect.” Justin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, except my dad would probably get suspicious as to why your parents were letting a supposedly straight, male teenager sleep in their daughter’s room almost every night of the week.” Daphne nodded in agreement and by then they were standing in front of the art room door. Justin smiled over at Daphne. “This is where I get off.” Daphne laughed. “In more ways then one.” Justin gently pushed her away and told her to go home and leave him alone to walk into heaven and she did so telling him that he better stop by her house when he got done. He promised her that he would. Now it was time for the best detention that any seventeen-year-old, gay, teenage boy could wish for. And he was suddenly nervous about walking inside and seeing what Mr. Kinney had for him. Hopefully it would be well worth the whole wait from this morning up into the end of the day. Sighing, Justin pushed the door open, eyes peering around the room. There was no sign of man who had given him the detention so he walked fully into the room. Shrugging to himself, he walked over to the closest desk and sat down, setting his bag next to his feet on the floor and folded his hands on the table. Maybe his detention wasn’t going to be spent with the hot teacher after all. Justin tried not to feel too disappointed at the outcome of this and rested his chin on top of his hands, eyes staring at the clock. That’s when he realized that Mr. Kinney hadn’t even told him how long his detention would last. That meant he would have to come. Justin smiled at the realization, sat up in his chair, and fingered the edge of his tie while waiting. Suddenly the door burst open and Mr. Kinney strode inside. “Mr. Taylor.” Justin offered a smile and then he realized that he probably looked a little too happy to be here in detention. It was too late now though. He’d already smiled. Fucking idiot. “…Mr. Kinney.” The teacher stared at him for a moment and, Justin wasn’t completely sure, thought he saw a look of…want maybe? Justin was sure his own look mirrored that of the teacher’s then. Justin wanted nothing more then Mr. Kinney to drag him somewhere and fuck him into total oblivion. Right here on the desk if that’s what he wanted to do. Justin was suddenly glad he was sitting. “Call me Brian. ‘Mr. Kinney’ makes me feel old.” Justin nodded and forced his smile to go away. “Then call me Justin. ‘Mr. Taylor’ makes me feel…” In all honesty, Brian calling him ‘Mr. Taylor’ was an extreme turn on. Brian could call him that as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted as far as Justin was concerned. Justin immediately ducked his head, entertaining himself with the cracks and paint stains of every color decorating it here and there. Swallowing, Justin looked up from the desk to meet the watchful eyes of Mr. Kin- Brian and shrugged. “Anyway – we should really get this detention started.” Justin really hoped he wasn’t blushing but his body deceived him when he felt a light heat on his cheeks. Dammit. Justin watched as an amused and, not to mention, very sexy grin/smirk fell onto Brian’s beautifulgorgeoushotwonderful – all of the above – face. “You actually think I’m gonna give you a detention for punching Hobbs in the face? Fuck that. I only said I was giving you a detention so he wouldn’t run down to the administrators and tell them I was being biased and unfair towards him and only giving him a detention. As far as I’m concerned – he provoked you. I almost walked over and punched him in the face. Good punch by the way. He’ll probably have a bruise for a few weeks.” Justin couldn’t help but smile. The whole thing had been a ploy. Suddenly Justin wondered if that meant that Brian was going to make him leave. God – Justin hoped not. Justin shrugged the thought away and shrugged, smile still on his face. “Thanks. My father will probably blow a gasket when he heard that I can actually swing a punch.” Brian raised an eyebrow and walked over. Justin none-to-subtly lowered his eyes down Brian’s chest – Frick. That shirt was way too tight to wear in his presence! – down to his jean clad legs – Those jeans looked way too hot on him. – and then back up to Brian’s smirking face. Justin had never really been on for being subtle. Soon his teacher was sitting across from him, casually leaning back in his chair. “Why’s that?” Justin rolled his eyes. ”My dad thinks I’m not “manly enough” since I don’t play sports and I’d rather sit around and draw or paint or something artistic. He’ll probably even be proud of me for punching one of the jocks.” “Is that why you did it?” Justin raised an eyebrow. Of course that’s not why he did it although Brian did have a point. He could’ve easily been looking for a way to try and please his dad. That wasn’t the case though. He didn’t give a flying fuck what his dad thought about him, he didn’t care if his dad didn’t think he was a man, and he definitely wasn’t going to try and do something to please him. His father didn’t deserve to be pleased. Brian must’ve noticed the look on Justin’s face. “I guess not.” Justin nodded in agreement. “No. I didn’t do it to please him. I did it because Chris is an asshole.” Brian smiled, nodding in agreement. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something about your little…fight this morning. What was up with this,” Brian did the up and down hand motion that Justin had shot at Chris that morning. “And why did he get so pissed about it?” Justin felt his cheeks heat up even more then they had earlier. He should’ve known that this question would pop up. Shifting in his seat, Justin offered his teacher a small half-smile. “It was, like, my first week here and I kinda gave him a…hand job. He loved it. Came and everything. Afterwards he acted like I had…molested him or some shit. I think he’s in denial about being gay.” Brian smirked, shocked and amused at the same time, when Justin finished with his short story. The brunette even laughed, shaking his head and muttered something along the lines of ‘stupid fuck. Justin was sure he was referring to Chris. “So…yeah. That’s why he hates me so much.” Brian was silent for a moment and he looked down at his watch. Justin sighed. Was he going to kick him out? Tell him to get out since he didn’t have a detention anyway? Justin fidgeted in his seat, hoping that that wasn’t the case. The brunette focused back on him. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You can leave, although if this was an actual detention, you’d still have thirty minutes.” Was it just his ears playing tricks on him or did Brian actually sound…hesitant in letting him go? In Justin leaving and not staying? Justin grinned and tried not to let on that he had heard the tone of Brian’s voice and shrugged. “I have nowhere else to be.” “So you don’t have free hand jobs to give after school?” Justin smirked. “Only if they’re requested and my request sheet his empty for today.” Shit. What the fuck was he doing? How did he even know Brian was gay? Here he was flirting with a man that could be straight. Just because he wasn’t a homophobe and didn’t act at all disgusted at his hand job tale didn’t mean he was automatically gay. Justin felt another blush coming on and he mentally cursed himself. He was so stupid sometimes. However, Brian didn’t take it too badly. Badly at all actually. “Where do I sign up?” Justin bit at his bottom lip, a nervous habit, and he was sure his cheeks were a dark crimson by now and he quickly ducked his head his hair would fall in his face and hopefully hide his red cheeks. He heard Brian chuckle and the chair scrape back against the floor. “Paint something. You might as well do something while you’re here. Plus, you raised your hand when I asked who actually had talent in this class.” Justin could think of a million more things to do while he was here then just paint. But he didn’t say so, he had embarrassed himself enough, and he slowly got out of his chair, hoping that Brian didn’t notice his hard on, which he probably did, and quickly hid himself behind an easel. “Uh…” He cleared his throat. “What do you want me to paint?” He peered out at Brian from behind the canvas and waited for an answer. The brunette only shrugged. “I don’t care. Something you can do in twenty-five minutes.” Justin nodded and decided to do the best subject that he could do. The man sitting down in front of him. “Do you mind if I put on some music? It helps me concentrate.” Brian shrugged and Justin took this as an ‘I don’t care’ so he reached into his bag and put in a mix CD. He turned it up to let the music flow through the room and himself. He wet his brush and began his masterpiece. Well, he wished the subject was his. Pretty soon into painting he quickly forgot all about the beautiful man sitting in front of him and focused only focused on the paint, the paintbrush, and the canvas that he was painting on. It was easy for him to get lost in what he was doing. Most people would probably be too distracted by Brian’s hard, penetrating stare but Justin wasn’t. When he first started his little detention project he had been slightly put under pressure with Brian’s watchful eyes staring at him with such…intensity? Was that the right word? Justin decided that it was the perfect word. Brian’s eyes, and this would sound ridiculously lame, were intense. They weren’t one single color, no, they were green with specks of gold around the pupil; hazel. It wasn’t like Justin had gotten that close to the man but he had looked long and hard. And saw. The man was God. Fucking beautiful. Justin wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All he knew was that he nearly jumped straight out of his pants when a hand suddenly fell on his right shoulder, a chin on his left one and a warm breath tickled across the skin of his neck and the lobe of his ear. “It’s me.” Justin drew in a deep breath, eyes skipping over to the chair and wondering how he didn’t hear it’s shrill scraping sound it made when it was pushed backwards and then looked back at the painting. Brian stared back at him from the white canvas and, not to be conceited or anything, he thought it was damn good. It looked exactly like him, ever dip and curve in his perfect face, every muscle apparent through the tight fabric of his shirt and the nice bulge in his pants. It was all there and Justin was proud of it. He would take it home and probably jerk off over it. Unless Brian wanted it. Then he would gladly give it to him. Justin quickly nodded. “Uh…do you like it?” He tired his hardest – Speaking of hard… - to ignore Brian’s hands that had now slid down to his hips, fingers gripping and thumbs sliding into the belt loops of his pants. He also tried his hardest to ignore Brian pressing his chest against his back and pulling him close. So close. Perhaps too close but Justin really didn’t mind too close. Brian could come as close as his heart desired. The fact that this was an art room and that anyone could walk in at any time hadn’t registered into his mind just yet. His mind kept on a single tract: It’s just you and Brian. Just Brian and you. The only ones in the entire school. His mind was such a deceiving thing. “It’s perfect – The painting is nice too.” Justin couldn’t help but grin despite the fact that his hands on his hips were so utterly distracting. Justin hoped Brian gave him detentions all the time. Everyday. It’s not like they really went on his record. After all – they weren’t really detentions. Brian had probably told him to come here this afternoon for more reasons then just to not get in trouble with the administrators. Which was totally fine with Justin. More then ‘totally fine’. It was…well, it was great. “Thanks.” Suddenly Justin’s body was twirled around, the two males now standing chest against chest…that is before Brian lowered Justin’s body onto a nearby desk. The brunette’s hands held Justin’s wrists captive above his head full of blonde hair. The brunette’s body positioned itself between Justin’s dangling legs. Brian lowered his head until their noses were, like, centimeters away from brushing. “How ‘bout you act as my canvas?” Justin had just registered that he was even on the desk and now Brian was talking to him. Things were all happening so fast and at once. His cock didn’t seem to mind and neither did he, really. Wow – he was going to have so much to tell Daphne when he got out of here. If he did get out of here. Maybe he could get Brian to take him away somewhere for the rest of his life and do this to him all the time. He could always write Daphne and his family and tell them he was ok. More then ok. Justin opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He was probably the most inexperienced person, of the males and females, in the entire school and he was supposed to reply to that? Before he knew what was happening Brian’s tongue had swiped over his lips in a quick fluid motion. The very action, no matter how small it was, caused the seventeen-year-old, inexperienced, virgin male of the month, to let out a small whimper. Yes. He whimpered. He should be embarrassed but he was probably too turned on to be embarrassed right now. Brian offered him that penetrating stare again. The stare was probably burning a hole right through Justin’s very soul. The brunette’s nose brushed slightly against his. “Well, Sunshine?” He already had a nickname. Justin would be lying if he said he thought it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard of. He fucking loved it. Justin licked his lips, eyes traveling from Brian’s piercing eyes downwards to his perfect lips and then back up to his eyes. “…Y-yes.” He wasn’t sure if that was a correct answer to the question. What had been the question again? All he knew was that he wanted Brian to take him right here in the art room. Right here on this desk. Right here where anyone could walk in at any moment. Right here so that if anyone caught him Brian could even get fired. The part had just recently registered and he almost told Brian so…if he could even speak. But it was too late. Brian’s lips were already pressed against his so he guessed he said the right thing after all. Brian’s hands released Justin’s wrists and grabbed his waist instead. This let Justin shove his hands into Brian’s hair. Something that he had been wanting and fantasizing about doing since he had met the art teacher. He had nice hair; that was for sure. Justin quickly forgot all about his hair when Brian’s tongue slid into his mouth, dug deep, explored every crevice that was to be explored in his mouth. He forgot all about the fact that they were in school when Brian’s teeth tugged teasingly at his bottom lip causing a small gasp/whimper to jump out of his mouth and into Brian’s own. He quickly forgot about anything when Brian’s hips grinded roughly against his own. Then, as soon as it had started, it was over. All of it was over. Brian’s lips had pulled away, which caused Justin to feel a small emptiness inside of him, and Brian’s hands were off his hips on his shoulders instead so he could pull the blonde upright. Justin stared – So obviously confused. And, if Justin wasn’t mistaken, Brian looked slightly put off at the fact that he had stopped. “D-did I do something wrong?” Justin couldn’t help but think he did. He hadn’t thought that he was that bad of a kisser but maybe he was after all and Brian decided to leave the little virgin behind and find something better and not so…virginistic. Brian quickly relieved him of his worries and shook his head ‘no’. Justin probably even sighed with relief. He hoped Brian didn’t hear it. “No…” Justin raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly braver then he had a few seconds ago. “Then…why’d you stop?” Justin hoped he didn’t sound like he was whining. He didn’t want to change Brian’s mind by sounding like a spoiled brat who got whatever he wanted because he wasn’t like that. He didn’t get whatever he wanted. He just really wanted Brian. “You’re a minor and,” “So?” “We’re at school.” “My birthdays next week.” The declaration made Brian smile or maybe it was a smirk. Justin couldn’t tell. Either way, it was an amazing sight. The brunette stepped closer to him and a hand came to grip the back of his neck. Soon Justin was pulled forward and back into another searing, perfect, hot kiss. Justin could get used to Brian’s tongue digging into his mouth like that and acting like he owned it. Brian could have his whole body. He could own it. Hell – he could get tags, if he wanted, clearly stating that Justin was private property and owned by Brian Kinney. His teacher pulled away again and before Justin knew it, he was watching Brian gather his coat and briefcase and him opening the front door. Brian shot him one last smile. “We’ll celebrate next week then.” With a frustrated groan, Justin fell back on the table. Fuck. Brian had never been so fucking horny. in his life. And it was all that blonde twink’s fault. It was that blonde twink’s fault that Brian couldn’t help but walk up behind him that practically attack him. Like any gay art teacher would be able to control themselves! Brian was also sure that no other smart art teacher would’ve left Justin sitting there on that table with just a smile and a ‘We’ll celebrate next week’. What had he been thinking? Brian rubbed his palm over his face and ignored the hard on in his pants. It would take forever for him to relieve that. It would take until…next week. Brian had a feel that his every though, dream, and sense would be filled only with Justin Taylor’s face…and other body parts. Brian cursed to himself as he slid into his jeep. He sat there and nearly banged his head on the steering wheel. He should go back and finish what he started. No. For one, he was a minor. That was bad. Secondly, what if someone caught them doing the dirty on a desk in the art room? Not only would he be in extreme trouble with the cops – he would get fired from his job and probably not able to get a teaching job anywhere else – Not that he would want to get a teaching job but it was just a fact. Thirdly, he would enjoy teasing the blonde every single day in class. Maybe he could get Justin to punch another student or Chris Hobbs again so he could give him another “detention”. Damn. The way Justin’s hand stroked across that canvas had been…liberating. A major turn on. That’s what had provoked Brian to get up in the first place and go “harass” him. Brian started the jeep and sped off. God – it was hard to drive with a hard on. Distracting. “You can’t do that! He’s a student!” Brian glared at Michael from across the table at ‘Woody’s’ and offered him a roll of his eyes. The brunette knew he shouldn’t have told Michael about his little classroom escapade this afternoon. He should’ve known Michael would have a hissy fit and give him a lecture. God. The man really needed to get a life. No, he needed to get a boyfriend to keep himself busy. “So? He’s turning eighteen next week and I’m gonna give him a present he won’t ever forget.” Michael glared at Brian and took a long sip out of his beer bottle. Brian followed suit but that was only because he had nothing else to say about the subject. Michael, however, did. How surprising. “This is illegal.” “Not when he’s legal.” An aggravated grown from Michael. “I can’t believe you. You’re supposed to be teaching him…not fucking him.” “I can teach him a thing or two about fucking.” Michael stared at his best-friend like he had lost his mind. “What if he tells?” Brian looked lazily over at Michael and raised an eyebrow. “Tells what?” Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward slightly. Brian did the same, smirk on his face, only to mock him. “What if he tells his mother or…the school administrators?” Brian let out a laugh and took a swig of beer. “Why the fuck would he tell, Mikey?” Michael silenced and Brian finished his beer in peace. His clock told him it was time to go home. Ten. Early, yes, but he was a teacher and had to be a good example by going to bed early. Brian almost rolled his eyes at the thought. He set his beer down on the table. “I have to go. Busy day tomorrow.” Michael glared at him. “Just be careful.” “I’m always careful, Mikey.” “Not like that.” “Ta, ta, Mikey.” He didn’t get an answer as he strode out of the bar. Chapter 4: Blow So coming inside Welcome to my My filthy mind Filthy Mind – Amanda Ghost __________________________ “Are you serious?” Justin sat across from Daphne on her twin sized bed, both teens cross-legged and grinning. Daphne was grinning more from dazed shock then happiness – like Justin. God. He was probably going to have a permanent boner until next week when it was – Hopefully - relieved. Justin nodded his head enthusiastically. As soon as he had picked himself up off the desk he had practically ran the entire way to Daphne’s town house – he couldn’t wait to tell her the exciting but extremely sexual frustrating events that had gone in “detention”. Despite the fact that he was still a tad put off at how much of a…tease Brian had been he couldn’t stop smiling. “One-hundred percent. Oh my God, Daphne. He is the best kisser ever. Oh, and his hands…and his tongue and his cock…” Daphne reached over and slapped him on the shoulder. “Damn you. I’m jealous. Wait – you didn’t even see…it.” Justin smirked. “No, but I felt it.” Daphne laughed and slapped me again. The jealousy was written all over her face. “Why, I ask myself again and again, do the hot ones always have to be gay?” Justin shrugged. “We’re just lucky.” Daphne rolled her eyes and rolled off the bed and then laid down on her back, feet dangling over the edge. Justin followed suit and played with his hair, which was splayed out across her emerald green comforter. “I should punch Hobbs again tomorrow.” Daphne turned her head sideways to meet his eyes and nodded in agreement, chuckle pushing past her lips. “Definitely. Maybe I should do something really bad too…” “Daph – remember the whole part about him being gay?” Daphne laughed. “How could I forget, Justin? No, I meant that if we both got a detention with…Mr. Kinney then I could watch him while he punishes you. That’d be hot.” Justin burst out laughing. “You perve.” Daphne grinned over at him and patted him on the stomach. “I may be a perve but I’m your perve.” Justin turned over on his side so he was fully facing his best-friend, silly grin still on his face. “How sweet.” “Now – get off your ass and lets do our beautiful homework.” Justin groaned. Daphne always was the practical one. Well, most of the time anyway. “Do we have to?” Daphne sat up and sat cross-legged once again, hand reaching down and grabbing her backpack up off the ground. “Yes, we have to…if you want to pass.” Justin followed suit, legs crossing and backpack on his lap. He slowly began to dig inside looking for paper and the desired books he needed. “Who said I wanted to pass?” Daphne rolled her eyes over at me and raised an eyebrow. “You will if you want to get into college.” “No. If I fail that means I can’t get into Dartmouth…where good ol’ dad wants me to go. Failing school could actually solve all my problems contrary to everyone else’s beliefs.” “Or, it could ruin your life. You don’t have to get into Dartmouth. You can go to any college you want to go to. Screw your bastard father. He can’t make you go to Dartmouth. Especially since you’ll be eighteen.” Justin smiled slightly. “And no longer a virgin.” Brian stalked, late, into his classroom. With his students. Too bad he
only cared about one student being his at the moment. Everyone shut up as soon
as the door flung open. When they saw who it was, clearly not caring, they all
began to talk again. The jocks, no doubt, talking about the football game last
night – Brian obviously didn’t attend it. Like he cared. Then Ashley and
her group of preppy friends, he had caught a fragment of their conversation as
he walked past, giggled about some actor and make up. Then there was Daphne.
Justin, to his disappointment, wasn’t sitting next to her. He wasn’t here
period.
“You’re. A. Fucking. Idiot.” Chapter 5: Absent
“You did what?”
“You heard me. I gave him a,” “Yes, yes I heard you!” Justin smiled over at his best-friend with a raised eyebrow. He was as giddy as hell and, at the given moment, he was sitting Indian style on Daphne’s bed and bouncing up and down. “Then why’d you ask?” Daphne looked at her best-friend like he had grown a third head. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this before? How did you contain this the whole time? I know you Justin and you can’t keep your mouth shut.” The blonde smirked. “Obviously.” Groaning in pretend frustration, Daphne grabbed a pillow out from behind her and began hitting him repeatedly until he was giggling – yes, Justin was giggling – like mad and howling at her to stop, which she did but she gave him a few good blows, with the pillow, before doing so. “How come you waited until now to tell me?” “I obviously couldn’t tell you in school! There’s people around.” His tone clearly stated that he thought this was the most obvious thing in the world. Daphne hit him once again with the pillow before setting it on her lap. “Don’t get smart with me, Taylor. There were plenty opportunities for you to tell me. After all, we’re alone all the time.” Justin shrugged, still beaming and resumed to bouncing up and down on his friend’s bed. Yes, he was acting pretty…immature but it wasn’t his fault that he was giddy with excitement. “Well, I’m telling you now.” “Gee, thanks.” “Your welcome.” Daphne smiled. “So, how’d it feel?” “How’d what feel?” Justin shot her a feigned innocent grin and cocked his head to the side. She rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder like he was an annoying bug. “Losing your blow job virginity.” Justin offered her that giddy-ecstatic smile again. “Fabulous.” “Justin’s sick.” Brian nearly groaned in annoyance. He kept it inside his head though. He hadn’t seen Justin since the magnificent, scandalous as Emmett called it, blowjob on Tuesday. Today it was Friday. Three whole days Brian had left with only erotic fantasies about the blonde getting down on his knees again and sucking him dry. He nearly strangled Daphne when she brought him the bad news. Again. Stupid blonde, getting sick when Brian had needs that had to be met! Brian only nodded at the girl, who was smiling slightly but trying to hide it by thrusting her head into a book she was reading. Brian, already in a bad mood from lack of blonde-schoolboy-action, glared at her. “Miss Chanders, does that book have anything to do with Art?” Daphne, slightly confused, looked up from the book. She slowly shook her head, offering him no vocal answer. She could probably tell by his tone that he was in no mood. “Then put it the fuck away.” Served her right for smiling at him like that. Rolling her eyes, so he could see, she stuffed the book roughly into her backpack and quickly folded her hands on her desk, sat up straight and mockingly gave him her full attention. Brian glared at her again and looked down at the papers that cluttered his desk. Everyone had managed to do their assignments, obviously not wanting to have his wrath come down on all of them with huge zeros for their grades. They had all learned since he had started that he was not the average teacher. He didn’t take talking back, homophobe remarks – which dubbed him the nickname ‘The Fag Loving Teacher’…how rude. It made Brian cry in a corner everyday -, disobedience. Nothing. So, naturally, everyone was good in his class. For the most part. Hobbs was one annoying fucker. He always had to add his two cents in to a conversation, he always had something to say and he never shut up when he thought he was right. Brian was very tempted to kill the little asshole. At the moment, Chris had just finished muttering something about Brian having something “lodged up his ass.” Brian wished he was lodged up someone’s ass. Shooting him a lethal glare, Brian quickly gained the jock’s attention. “I’d shut your mouth if I were you, Hobbs.” The football player smirked, obviously not understanding the look on Brian’s pissed off face. “Or maybe it’s the lack of something< not being up his ass.” This earned Chris loud guffaws from his stupid friends with the brains the size of peas. If they even had brains, which Brian highly doubted. Brian’s hands clenched. He was going to deck him. “Hobbs…” Chris raised an eyebrow, trying to look like the man he isn’t. “That’s my name,” Brian cut him off before he could finish the phrase. “Sadly for you because you’re no longer welcome in this class. You can leave.” “You can’t kick me out!” Brian smiled sickeningly sweet. This was the best he felt all morning. “Oh, but I can. I’ll call the office. They’ll be expecting you.” Huffing and puffing dramatically, Chris began shoving his things into his backpack muttering cursed under his breath as loudly as he could. Brian merely watched, small smile still playing on his face, and body leaning back in his chair. He rested hi folded hands on his stomach and remained silent until the door slammed shut behind a very pissed off football playing prick. As soon as he was gone, Brian turned his attention back to the rest of the class, eyebrow raised as if asking everyone if there was anything else that need to be said. Of course, no one spoke. The other jocks looked lost without their “mighty” leader. Brian offered a smile and leaned forward in his chair once again. “Good. Let’s start class, shall we?”
Justin was extremely pissed. Not only was he struck with a high fever –
Since Tuesday! – He hadn’t seen Brian either because of this. Imagine how
annoyed he was. Is. Justin sighed as his mother left his room. Finally. She
had been in there all morning making sure everything was all right. Do you
want me to turn the TV a little? Fix your pillows? Do you want something to
eat? Fucking hell. He only had a fever and it was going down as he laid
here, daydreaming about his teacher. He could fix his pillows by himself, he
could go downstairs and get his own food and he was pretty sure he could
change the channel on the television. However, at the moment, he wasn’t
watching TV. He was doing homework that he had missed the last three days.
Suddenly Jennifer popped her head back into his room.
Great. Justin wanted to scream at her. “Daphne’s on the phone for you.” Justin relaxed, thanked his mother, and grabbed the phone that sat on his nightstand. “Hello?” She heard Daphne on the other end telling some people goodbye before she answered him. “Hey, Jus! Guess what Brian did today?” Justin could only imagine. Justin sighed and slid down into his bed and further under the covers. God, being sick sucked. Well, when you had a hot teacher who wanted you, it did. “What?” He could practically hear Daphne’s grin. “He kicked Chris out of art.” Justin’s eyes widened. Now he’d really wished he had been there. He would do anything to witness that. “Are you serious?” “Of course I am and, it’s all because of you.” “Why? I wasn’t even there.” “Exactly.” Justin ran a hand through his hair. What the fuck was she talking about? He was so confused. Justin sighed into the phone. “I’m lost, Daph.” The girl laughed. “Of course you are.” “Hey!” “That’s why I’m going to explain it to you – As soon as I’m off school property and not anywhere where prying ears could hear my every word.” “Stop being so dramatic and hurry up.” “Ok, I’m in my car. So, anyway, ever since you’ve been absent Brian’s been…grumpy. Pissed off. I’m pretty sure it’s because you haven’t been there to relieve him of his…problems.” She giggled on the other end of the phone line and Justin wished he was there to slap her. “How do you know that’s why he’s pissed?” Though, Justin was pretty happy with the thought of Brian being mad because he wasn’t at school. Despite his fever, he got that feeling of giddiness once again. Daphne offered him an aggravated sigh into the phone. “I’m not stupid, Justin. It’s so obvious.” Justin raised an eyebrow. “It is?” “Well, only me because I’m the only one who knows about…” Justin nodded and then realized that she couldn’t see him. “Yeah.” She sighed again. “Anyway, he always looks towards the door like he’s waiting for you to burst in or something. Then I come in, alone, and tell him your sick and he’s all grumpy. I think he’s sexually deprived.” Justin laughed into the phone. “How can he be sexually deprived? He could fuck anyone he wanted.” The thought made him feel slightly jealous and oddly disappointed but it soon evaporated. “I guess – but he obviously only wants to fuck one person at the moment.” Justin grinned a lopsided smile and ignored the happy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Me.” “Justin, your intelligence astounds me.” Justin rolled his eyes. The two talked for about twenty minutes longer, Daphne telling him of the date she was going out on with some guy he didn’t know. They would’ve talked longer if a knock on the door and his mother’s soft voice from the other side saying his name hadn’t interrupted them. “Daph, I have to go. My mom wants me.” “I didn’t take her for the incestuous type.” “Gross, Daph! Bye.” “Bye.” Justin hung up his phone. What could she possibly want now? Did she want to bottle-feed him now? He sighed. His mother was acting as if he had never gotten sick before. For God’s sake, he was allergic to a million things and she was worried about a little fever? “Come on in.” He did his best to not sound enthusiastic about it. Inwardly groaning, Justin squeezed his eyes shut and tried to make himself fall deeper into the bed. Maybe he could disappear and his mom would leave him alone. He listened as the door flew open but he kept his eyes closed. He was getting tired of seeing his mom’s concerned eyes. “You have a visitor.” Visitor? Maybe it was Daphne and she wanted it to be a surprise. Woo hoo. Surprise. Justin quickly opened his eyes and, in mid-smile, froze. It wasn’t Daphne who was standing next to his mother. It wasn’t anyone from his school. Well, his age anyway. Why the hell was Brian Kinney standing in his bedroom doorway next to his mom? Why the hell was he here for that matter? Justin blinked a few times, thinking that he was seeing things. That this man could not possibly be standing here right now. Didn’t Brian have better things to do then visit the sickly? Justin, his throat oddly dry, only nodded and his mother stepped out of the room and soft shut the door behind them. She obviously didn’t suspect anything about her son being in a closed environment with his teacher. Oh, how blind she was. Thank God. “W-what…What are you doing here?” Brian offered him that smirk that he had perfected, locked the door – He hoped his mom didn’t come up here again. Well, at least until the door was unlocked again – and strode over to his bedside and seated himself in a seat. Brian scooted the chair as close to the bed as he could, knees meeting Justin’s mattress. Justin stared at him hesitantly, ears alert so he could hear the creaking of his stairs if she decided to come back up. “What? You aren’t happy to see me?” Justin didn’t say anything. Yeah, he was happy. Maybe a little too happy. Justin was thankful that his comforter was thick and wouldn’t reveal what was underneath. “I just came to drop off homework to my favorite student.” Justin wasn’t sure how exactly it happened but in a matter of seconds the brunette was sitting on the edge of the bed and his elbows held his face only centimeters away from Justin’s own face. Brian smirked down at him. “What? Cat got your tongue?” Justin remained expressionless though his dick came very much alive. “I’m never sucking your dick again.” Brian looked very confused. “What?” “Your fucking cock made me sick. It gave me a fever.” Suddenly Brian was laughing, his head shaking in disbelief. Justin knew how ridiculous it sounded – he was only saying it for lack of being able to say anything else. He knew and Brian probably knew his mouth would be wrapped around Brian’s dick whenever the brunette asked him to do it. “You getting sick is not my dick’s fault.” Justin only offered him a stubborn pout but, otherwise, kept his mouth shut. Brian rolled his eyes, mouth inching dangerously closer to Justin’s. “Have you ever gotten sick sucking someone’s cock before?” Justin blinked and then shook his head, slowly. “No, I…” His expression must’ve said it all because Brian was suddenly looking down at him in disbelief. “No fucking way.” Justin swallowed and raised an eyebrow. “W-what?” “That was your first blow job?” Justin hesitated and then nodded. The brunette watched him for a second, as if registering the fact and then offered the blonde a smile. “I never would’ve known.” Justin smiled proudly before Brian’s mouth was crushing his mouth. For a few seconds, Justin was too stunned to not kiss him back. Then, after those few seconds were up, Justin quickly swerved to the side causing Brian’s lips to slide to his throat. The brunette didn’t seem to care, his lips stayed attached and his teeth nipped needily down on the pale skin of his throat. Justin used his hands to push at Brian’s chest, although he very much wanted this to continue. Sighing, clearly annoyed, Brian lifted his head, eyes clouded with desire. “What now?” “For one, my mother’s downstairs. Secondly, I’m sick. You might get sick.” Brian shrugged. “You mom’s not going to come up here. She’s baking cookies at the moment,” At the questioning look on Justin’s face, Brian explained. “She said she was going to while we…talked. And, according to you, I got you sick so it really shouldn’t matter should it?” Justin swallowed and stared up at the man hovering above him. “I-I-but you didn’t get me sick.” Brian shrugged, smirk back on his face. “No matter – I have a strong immune system. Do you want me to kiss you or not?” Justin swallowed. What kind of question was that? Of course Justin wanted this gorgeous man to kiss him. He wanted more then just a kiss and Brian knew it. Justin shifted underneath the blanket. Even though the material was thick, he was so hard there probably was a small chance that Brian would notice. “Yes…” Brian’s face came closer, lips brushing against the tender skin of his throat. “Do you want me to ram into your tight little ass?” Justin moaned, trying to keep it low and silent. “Yes.” The next thing he felt was Brian’s hand removing the comforter and sheet and his hand sliding beneath the waistband of Justin’s boxers. The blonde let out a whimper of want and a shudder stole over his body. “Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t think right?” Fuck, he couldn’t think right now! “Oh, god, yes.” Brian’s long fingers wrapped around Justin’s turgid cock, finger swiping across his slit for half a second. Justin’s mouth let loose another stifled moan and his hips rose at the touch. Brian moaned in response, low and husky, before his lips crashed back down on Justin’s again. God, the husky, wanting sound alone could make Justin come in his boxers. Justin opened his mouth welcomingly when Brian’s tongue asked for it. The man’s hand began to steadily fist up and down, adding and releasing pressure on Justin’s dick as he went, while his tongue searched every taste and crevice in the blonde’s mouth. Maybe Justin should stay home sick more often because he really enjoyed the benefits it gave. Then it was over. Brian was releasing Justin’s dick and his mouth and sliding off the bed. Justin stared at the man, confused, sexually frustrated, and shocked. How could he just…stop like that? “What? Why’d you stop?” Brian smirked at him. Justin noticed the man was trying to look like stopping their activities didn’t affect him in anyway but Justin could tell that all Brian wanted to do was continued and fuck him right then. The bulge in his pants was only a reassurance. “That’s your punishment for being absent.” Justin gaped at him. It hadn’t been his fault that he had been sick! This was cruel punishment in Justin’s opinion. “B-But…” Brian hurried over to the door and unlocked it. Seconds later, Jennifer popped in with a plate of cookies. She obviously didn’t make them from scratch. “Care to stay a little while, Mr. Kinney?” Justin prayed he would say no. He didn’t and needless to say, Justin watching Brian wipe chocolate slowly and purposely off his lips for the next hour wasn’t good for him or his dick. Jennifer had even asked him at one point if ‘he was ok because he looked a little flushed’. This caused Brian to smirk triumphantly. Stupid bastard. Chapter 6: Return So come on Yeah come on Come on You're gonna get what you need Get What You Need – Jet ------------------------------------------- “Oh my god, he did
that to you?” “Let me guess, Miss Chanders, he’s sick again.” Daphne nodded furiously, small amused smile on her face. Brian wished he could walk to the back of the room and strangle the girl to death. She was getting on his nerves with her stupid knowing smiles. She thought this was…humorous! This was far from humorous. This was fucking un-humorous! Brian glared at her and began to give the class their assignment for the day. A self-portrait of themselves. This ought to be good. Brian was sure he was going to get a good laugh out of this seeing as most of the students in here couldn’t paint to save their lives. It would get his mind off Justin and sinking his dick in the blonde boy’s ass. Then he remembered the painting Justin had done of him. Fuck. Him. Brian tried to not think about the way it had been so utterly mesmerizing – And a good deal hot – watching the student swipe his brush across the canvas. So concentrated. Focused. As if he was on the only one in the room. Brian suddenly had the desire to make the blonde feel that way – while he pushed into him, kissed him, fucked him into total oblivion. Brian sat down at his desk, tapping his pencil on his desk with an irritated look on his face. Now was not the time to get a hard on in class. Especially since he would have to stand up and make his rounds around the room to look at his student’s “spectacular” work. Eventually, Brian managed to get his dick calmed down and he stood up from his desk, eyeing everyone’s work. It all sucked. Well, compared to Justin’s anyway. Not that he was thinking about the stupid blonde twink who thought it was all right to miss his class five fucking days in a row. He was going to be punished. Then again – he had already punished him. He had showed up at his house, he had a nice home, and gone up to his bedroom making small talk with his lovely mother and then…he finally got to touch the gorgeous boy’s cock. Every fiber in his being had wanted to keep that door locked and give him an early birthday present but, somehow, he had managed to pull away from him just in time. It had been so hard. So had is cock. He was surprised Justin’s mother hadn’t noticed. And his cock had remained hard the entire time he sat in Justin’s room eating Jennifer’s cookies. The blonde – God – when he got horny his eyes turned a dark shade of blue mixed with gray, his pupils dilated and, well, Justin being horny the entire time Brian had sat there had made Brian horny the entire time. He almost asked Jennifer to leave and make more cookies. That might give him enough time to at least blow the blonde’s dick. Brian shook his head, coming upon Daphne’s painting. It was obvious she had no idea what she was doing. Brian stepped behind her and smirked. “What the hell is that supposed to be?” “What the hell is that supposed to be?” She nodded downwards, smirk on her own face. Shit. Here he was getting hard again. All because he had thought about the stupid kid. He kept his smirk in place and tilted his head to the side. “Something that’s gonna be up your best-friend’s ass in a few days.” He kept his voice low so no one else would here. Thankfully, Daphne sat far away from everyone else and everyone else seemed busy and content in their own conversations. Ashley was chatting up a storm, paintbrush moving through whenever she emphasized something. Brian quickly headed over and grabbed her wrist before she could give the whole art room a new paint job. Not that it didn’t need it. “You’re supposed to be painting. Not talking.” She sent him a glare, her mouth clamped shut, and she began painted. She was good. One of the better students in the class. He quickly told her so just because he didn’t want to be one everyone’s bad side for the rest of the year. She suddenly beamed, stood up taller and acted like she was the best painter in the room. Brian didn’t say anything else to her and walked around to everyone else’s. At least there were a few good artist in here – One being, sadly, absent still. Sighing, Brian sat back down at his desk and began to tap his fingers on his desk waiting for the class to end. He had a long jerking off session to attend to. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday passed. Justin wasn’t faking his sickness either. He no longer had a fever but, instead, a bad cough. He only hoped, and prayed a million times a day, that it would go away before Saturday. It had finally disappeared Thursday evening. His mom had been ecstatic, running around the house saying how happy she was that Justin was finally better and able to go back to school. Justin hurried to get ready Friday morning, anticipating Art. Anticipating the time that he would get to see his gorgeous art teacher. Daphne picked him up and told him how grumpy Brian had remained the entire week. Justin had a feeling he would no longer be grumpy since he was going to be there. He would probably get held back after class to ‘Discuss the things he missed over the last seven days’. Justin couldn’t wait. When they stepped into the classroom, however, he wasn’t there. At least, not yet anyway. The two sat down in their usual seats, Justin looking anxiously up at the clock every two seconds. Daphne put a hand on his shoulder. “He’ll be here, Blondie. Just be patient.” Five minutes of Justin gnawing on his bottom lip later, the classroom door burst open and in came Mr. Kinney. At first he didn’t notice the blonde sitting there and smiling in his seat. When he did, however, the brunette seemed to lose his mood quickly. “Nice of you to join us, Taylor.” Justin grinned. “Thank you, Mr. Kinney.” “You’ve missed a lot.” “Yeah…you told me a few days ago.” Daphne snorted in her seat but, otherwise, kept herself quiet. The brunette smiled slightly and nodded. “Yeah, well, you have the rest of the class period to do a self portrait of yourself. Start working.” Justin nodded, smirk on his face, and began setting up his painting utensils. Daphne helped him set up his canvas while Brian talked idly to the class about their next assignment. A five page essay on Picasso. The entire class had protest about that. Brian let out an aggravated sigh. Justin couldn’t help but smile. “Just shut your fucking mouths and you’d probably be able to do at least two pages right now.” The class quickly silenced and began working. Daphne too, after helping Justin set up. Justin quickly disappeared into the world of painting again, wishing he could put on some music. But he made do without the music and concentrated on the music he had playing in his head and on the canvas in front of him. He had always hated doing self-portraits. Like he really wanted to paint himself when there were such better…subjects to be painted. Like the man who was suddenly standing behind him. Justin jumped, startled, when he heard the low voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder, blue meeting hazel, and blinked. He had totally missed what the man had said. “W-what?” The brunette smirked, tongue-in-cheek, and came from behind Justin to stand next to him. “I was just complimenting your work.” “Oh – …thanks.” Brian nodded, looking back at the painting and the back at the blonde. “You’ll need to stay after class. I have some papers to give you. It’ll only take a few minutes. But, you’ll probably have questions…so, I’d be happy to call your next teacher and excuse you.” Justin smiled slightly, glancing back at his painting. “Thanks, Mr. Kinney.” “My pleasure, Mr. Taylor.” The bell suddenly rang and Brian was walking back towards his desk telling the students to get the fuck out of his classroom. Justin, however, began to pack his back slowly – waiting for the class to filter out. Daphne winked and headed out with a little smile on her face. Finally everyone was out – Ashley had annoyingly stayed behind to ask a few questions about something pointless. It was obvious she had a crush on Brian with all her…annoying giggling – and Justin automatically walked over to the classroom door and locked it, a small smile on his face. Suddenly Brian’s arms were wrapping around him from behind and his lips attacked his ear. “I hate you.” Justin grinned, letting his full body weight lean into the man behind him. “You have a weird way of showing it.” “Were you really sick this week or were you just doing it to annoy me?” Justin laughed and struggled out of the man’s arms, turning around and letting the older man push him p against one of the walls with his body, arms coming to rest next to his head. Caging him in. Trapping him. God, this was all making Justin way too hard. His cock was going to break off. Really. “I really was sick, believe it or not. But Daphne did tell me to fake it…just to make you extremely sexually frustrated.” Brian smirked and nudged his hips against the boy’s. The blonde let out a small gasp, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. “You mean like I am now?” Justin nodded. “Yeah, y-yeah…like you are now.” Brian grinned, lips attacking Justin’s throat. Justin threw his head back; he ignored the pain when his head met the wall, to allow more access to his throat. His fingers flew into Brian’s hair, squeezing and pulling. “Tomorrow’s the big day isn’t it, Sunshine?” Justin moaned out a breathless yes as Brian continued to attack his neck. God, he was probably leaving hickies. His mother was never going to stop asking questions. Brian’s tongue flew across the skin, licking his way up to the lobe of Justin’s ear, where he took the tender flesh in between his teeth. “That means…tomorrow’s the day I’m going to ram into your perfect, tight ass…” Justin whimpered, he hated himself for it, hands clenching more tightly in Brian’s hair. His hips, of their own accord, bucked forward, ramming against Brian’s. He gasped into the brunette’s mouth. He was going to come in his pants. He just knew it. Brian chuckled against the blonde’s lips, hand trailing down his chest and between their legs. Brian’s fingers grabbed Justin’s cock through the black pants, thumb moving over the head of his cock, and slowly jerking off the gasping and whimpering blonde. Justin’s fingers tightened, he was sure he was probably pulling out Brian’s hair by now and his hips moved with Brian’s hand as the teacher continued to fist him. Incredibly and painfully slow. Justin pushed his lips roughly against Brian’s in an attempt to distract himself from Brian’s hand around his cock. It didn’t quite work out since Brian had chosen that moment to speed things up, hand squeezing around his cock, thumb pressing against his slit. Justin groaned, furiously shoving his tongue into Brian’s mouth meeting the brunette’s own tasteful tongue. “I’m going to fuck you,” His hand squeezed again. “I’m going to fuck you all night.” Justin could hardly wait. With a strangled cry - Brian crushed his mouth against Justin’s to silence the cry from anyone who could be walking past - Justin came. Right in his pants. “Fuck. You. Brian.” Brian chuckled, removing his hand from Justin’s softening cock. He held the blonde up against the wall for a few more minutes, tongues exploring each other’s mouths and skin all over again. Hands wandering to places they shouldn’t be wandering and their dicks becoming hard as rocks all over again. Justin pushed the brunette away, lips swollen and chest rising and falling to catch his breath. “W-what about tomorrow?” The blonde suddenly felt shy and ducked his head to the ground while asking the question. “Here.” Suddenly his chin was being lifted up with Brian’s forefinger and a piece of paper was shoved into his back pocket, the hand lingering on his ass a little longer then necessary. Not that Justin didn’t mind. He obviously didn’t have any protest about it. “Just stop by sometime after ten.” Justin only nodded. That’s all he could do for Brian was crashing their mouths back together again until every ounce of air had been sucked out of his body. Justin grabbed his bag and slowly walked over to the door, doing his best to catch his breath and will away the hardening of his dick. Justin looked over his shoulder, hand on the doorknob, and smiled a small smile at his teacher who was sitting on the edge of a desk, arms crossed over his chest waiting for the blonde to leave. “I-I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” “I’ll be expecting you. Don’t get sick.” Justin quickly nodded. “I won’t…bye.” Brian didn’t say anything and Justin stepped outside into the empty hall. He didn’t make it to the next class. He had to go home and change. A cold shower wasn’t a bad idea either. Chapter 7: Happy Birthday, Justin You'll knock on my door Tonight was the night. The night that Justin had been waiting for since…well, a very long time. The night that everything would change. And it looked like he was going to be late since his mother couldn’t help but make him stay and talk to the rest of the family after dinner. His grandparents were there, his aunt and uncle were there, his cousin was there and then his there his mother. His father – No surprise here – was away on ‘very important business’. Justin didn’t care. His father could go fuck himself. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Justin smiled politely at his grandmother. Justin’s eyes flickered over to the clock. Nine-thirty. Dammit. Justin, fake smile still on his face, focused back onto the other people around him. His mom was all smiles despite the fact that she had been more then a little upset that Craig wouldn’t be staying for his birthday. The rest of the family was talking, quite loudly, about old memories. Now was not the time to get into a discussion about Justin’s potty-training days. Any other night he wouldn’t have cared but now, now was sooo not the time. Slouching in his chair, Justin dug his cell out of his pocket and his fingers danced over the buttons texting Daphne and ordering her to immediately call and give him an excuse to get out of the house. Five seconds later his phone was ringing. “Hello?” The entire table silenced. God, talk about a bunch of nosy fuckers. Daphne was on the other end, obviously, laughing her ass off at him, making fun of him because of his predicament. Justin held the phone away from his ear for a second. “It’s Daphne. She wants me to come over so she can give me my birthday present.” Jennifer looked disappointed and looked like she as going to give him a ‘hell no’ but, thank fucking god and the hearts of old people, his grandmother made an ‘aww’ sound and waved a hand at Jennifer. “Let the boy go, Jen. We can keep an eighteen-year-old locked up in the house.” A bright smile flew up onto his face and he quickly told Daphne that he would be there in a few minutes, although they both know he wouldn’t, and hung up. “Thanks for everything.” He quickly went around the table, hugging everyone and practically ran out of the house. Jennifer, since he didn’t have his own car yet, gave him permission to drive hers. There was no fucking way he was walking all the way over to Brian’s loft. The very thought of Brian sent his stomach into uncomfortable motions, caused his heart to beat a little faster then normal. So, he turned the radio on full blast and tried to distract himself by singing at the top of his lungs as he sped down the road. Except the closer and closer he got to Brian’s loft the more nervous he got. Then, fucking great, there was a car wreck, which didn’t speed things up one little bit. Justin looked down at the radio. Nine fifty. SHIT. “C’mon fucking morons.” Why did they have to get in a wreck now? Any other time would’ve been ok but Justin didn’t have time for this right now. Any other time he would’ve been worried about the passengers in the totaled car but, right now, he didn’t give a fuck about them. He was being entirely selfish. And he was fucking horny. The minutes ticked by: nine fifty-three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and, FINALLY, the cars ahead of him began to move. Slowly but surly. Not that it mattered now. Justin looked back down at the clock and let out another curse. Ten. It was fucking ten and he was supposed to be getting fucked into Brian’s mattress or…wherever Brian had planned on fucking him. Anywhere would’ve been fine. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Justin shoved a hand in his pocket looking for the piece of paper with Brian’s address. He was hoping and praying that Brian had left a number on there so he could at least call. He looked down at the paper. The traffic was moving so slow he didn’t need to place every bit of attention on the road ahead of him. Lo and behold, there was a number. Thank fucking God. Justin quickly retrieved his cell phone and dialed the number scrawled across the paper in Brian’s elegant handwriting. He liked the mans handwriting…as stupid as that sounds. After four rings, Justin was getting anxious; the phone was finally picked out. And not Brian. Some guy with a whiny voice. “Hello?” Justin was silent for a moment, confused as to who the man was. He heard an annoyed ‘hello’ from the wheezy voice again and Justin snapped back to reality. “Oh – uh – is Brian there?” Silence on the other end for a second. “Who is it?” Why the fuck did this guy care? Justin sighed into the phone. “Someone he’ll want to talk to.” He heard an irritated sigh on the end and then a, “Alright, hold on a second. Brian!” A few seconds later, Justin heard Brian’s voice in the background for a few seconds, Brian was on the phone. “Hello?” Justin smiled slightly. “It’s me.” “Where the fuck are you? It’s ten O two.” He sounded very, very irritated at Justin’s tardiness. “Sorry. My parents wouldn’t let me leave the house and then I got stuck in traffic. I still am actually. There’s a wreck…” He quickly stopped. Brian probably hadn’t understood a word that he had just said. He had been talking at unhearable speeds. He heard a sigh on the other end and when Brian spoke he didn’t sound so irritated anymore. “Good. I thought you weren’t coming.” Justin smirked. “I’m not. Not yet anyway.” Brian chuckled on the other line. Justin suddenly heard the annoying voice somewhere in the background asking Brian who the hell he was talking to. Justin let his curiosity take over. “Who the hell is that?” Brian laughed again, quickly telling the guy to shut the fuck up. “No need to get jealous, Sunshine. It’s no one special.” Justin smiled slightly. Partially because of Brian and partially because the traffic in front of him had began to move faster. “I’m not jealous. I was just curious.” “It’s a friend and he’s leaving.” It kind of sounded like a threat and he heard the man protest in the background. “Get the fuck out of my house, Mikey. I have company comin’. In more ways then one.” Justin grinned and hung up on the man. He devoted his attention to driving now that the traffic was moving at a steady speed once again. Eight minutes later he was getting out of the car, heart hammering in his chest and roughly against his rib cage, and stepping into the large elevator and on his way up to Brian’s floor. The higher and higher he got the more harshly his heart hammered inside his body. God, it was even starting to hurt. That was just fucking pathetic. When he got to Brian’s door he knocked before he could convince himself not to. That would’ve been a waste of the long drive here. When the door opened the man that Brian had told to leave was still there. “Oh fucking God. Don’t tell me that you’re actually fucking him! The student?” Justin blinked. Did he really look like that much of a student? Ok, yeah, sure he looked younger then most of the guys in his class but…ok. Yeah. His looks blatantly stated that he was a student. But he was eighteen and no longer a minor, which meant that this was no longer all the way illegal. Sure, it was probably illegal to be doin’ things with your teachers but who the fuck cared. Justin sure didn’t and neither did his teacher. Mikey seemed to though. There was disgust and shock written all over his face. Brian smirked, grabbed Justin’s tie, Justin had been dressed up slightly for his family’s arrival since his mom had wanted him to look like a “nice young man” and shut the door behind him. “Mikey, don’t talk that way about my guest. It’s his birthday.” Michael rolled his eyes, running a hand furiously through his hair. “You’re a fucking moron, Brian.” Brian shrugged and shot the guy a look that obviously told him to shut up and get out of his loft. The man made no move to leave. “Do you know how much trouble you’ll both get in to if someone finds out about this?” Justin sighed and shifted next to Brian who still had a firm grip on his tie. Brian yawned and rolled his eyes. “No one will find out will they, Michael. Now go away.” Huffing, Michael stamped out of the house. He made sure to slam the door behind him. Brian grinned down at the blond. “Sorry about him. He’s so immature.” Justin smiled. He couldn’t talk. Maybe it had to do with the way none of body parts wanted to cooperate with him. Except his dick, which happened to be standing at full attention. The brunet smirked, curing the tie around his fingers and letting it slid out again. Justin was suddenly shoved against a nearby wall, hip bumping with a stand. It tipped slightly, a few CDs fell off it’s surface. Brian didn’t seem to care and Justin didn’t. “Did ya get any nice birthday presents?” Justin demanded that his mouth work and, thankful, it did. Kind of. “Y-yeah. Sure.” He wasn’t able to get anything else out and Brian seemed to understand. The brunet smirked and pressed his body tightly against Justin’s, hand still gripping the tie. He seemed to have an infatuation with it. Justin could only imagine what was going on inside his teacher’s mind right now. “How’d you get out of the house?” Justin opened his mouth to speak except nothing came out. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Brian’s hand had suddenly grabbed hold of his cock. Instead of words a gasp slid out of his throat. Brian found it rather amusing. “What was that, Sunshine? I don’t think I heard right.” “D-Daphne got me out.” “So your mommy and daddy think you’re over there?” Justin nodded vigorously causing the brunet to chuckle again. “All night?” Justin’s heart began to beat a little faster. All night? Fuck. His dick had somehow managed to get a little harder at those words. Justin slowly shook his head. No, of course they didn’t think he would be out all night. Brian still smiled though, not seeming fazed at this. “But, of course, when one turns eighteen his parents expect nothing more then their little boy to stay out all night to celebrate his newfound ability to do whatever the fuck he wants.” Again, Justin nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Brian looked down at him, clearly amused at his silence. Then, finally or Justin would’ve literally died, Brian’s head lowered and his lips pressed forcefully against the blonde’s. “Mmm…” And once they started there was no stopping or turning back. Justin didn’t think Brian would’ve let Justin walk away if he had wanted to put a stop to all of this. Good thing there was no way Justin wanted Brian to stop. The hand on Justin’s cock squeezed then, Justin let out a whimper of protest, released the throbbing member and dragged Justin, lips still attached, towards the bedroom. Brian walked backwards until the back of his legs connected with the stairs up onto the large platform where he slowly made his way up, fingers clinging to Justin’s shirt to make sure the boy’s lips never disconnected with his. Justin hadn’t even been able to come up for air yet. Suddenly, the blonde was twirled around and shoved backwards until his calves met Brian’s bed. Brian shoved him down. Sadly, for Justin, Brian stayed standing. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this.” Justin nodded, gasping for breath. “T-two weeks.” “That’s a long fucking time.” “Your fault.” Brian smirked and Justin’s eyes trained on the man’s hands as they began to slowly and skillfully unbutton each button. Justin thought he might die if Brian’s shirt didn’t come off sometime tonight. Justin all but drooled all over Brian’s duvet when Brian shrugged off his shirt. He was the definition of perfection. All lean, muscled and a golden god. He was the most beautiful man Justin had ever laid eyes one. Fuck. He all but came at the sight. Brian chuckled at Justin’s rapt attention as the man’s fingers trailed down his chest and undid the buttons on his jeans and then his fly. Justin swallowed and forced his eyes to trail back up Brian’s chest and meet the man’s dark, lustful eyes. Brian smiled slightly. “But the wait will be worth it, Mr. Taylor.” Justin just nodded, feeling like an idiot for not talking. Brian chuckled again. “I’ll get you saying something before this night is over. No, I’ll have you screaming and moaning before this night is over.” A shiver shot up Justin’s spine. There was no doubt that he wouldn’t be moaning incoherent things sometime soon and writhing underneath Brian’s gorgeous body. Justin smiled slightly but still said nothing. The brunet laughed again and before Justin knew it Brian’s pants were being kicked away. He was completely and beautifully naked. Justin was surprised that he didn’t have a coronary just at the sight. Justin’s cock was probably screaming for release by now. Swallowing, Justin forced his eyes, once again, to crawl back upwards to the brunet’s face. Suddenly Brian’s hands came down to grip Justin’s shirt once again and haul him upwards so that he was standing up on the bed; his full body weight leaning against Brian and arms draped over the man’s shoulders. Justin’s lips were pulled into a fierce kiss, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, tongue sliding into the boy’s mouth and exploring every crevice there was to explore in the blonde’s hot mouth. Justin shamelessly let out a loud moan and tangled his fingers in Brian’s hair with one hand and his other gripping into Brian’s smooth bare shoulder. His body still sagged against Brian’s but the man didn’t seem to mind. Brian’s own hands had began to untie his tie and fling it somewhere on the ground. Once that was gone, he was out of his shirt before he knew it was off at all and then Brian’s hands quickly got rid of Justin’s pants and underwear and did away with them. Now that all his clothes were strewn on the floor, Brian’s arms encircled Justin’s small waist and pulled the blond flush against his own body. Justin nearly came as their bare cocks rubbed together. Justin peeled his lips away from Brian’s to get a breather and he spoke the first words in about ten minutes. “Fuck me.” Brian had no problem with complying and the two toppled clumsily onto the bed, Brian leaning his upper body on his elbows as his lips greedily captures Justin’s into another rough kiss. “That won’t be a problem.” Brian had been scared that Justin wasn’t going to show up. Ok, not scared. Brian Kinney did not get scared. Especially about blonde’s coming over to his house for him to fuck. He had just been…anxious. Ok, whatever. He had been worried that Justin was going to stand him up. Logic hadn’t registered into his mind yet. Logic being that Justin Taylor would not stand him up because the student was abso-fucking-lutely smitten by Brian. The blond wanted Brian. The blond wouldn’t miss this for the world. So, when he got that phone call he was fucking ecstatic. “Fuck me.” Oh, he would. Brian was going to fuck Justin’s tight ass into total oblivion over and over again until the blond’s ass couldn’t take it anymore. Until he was so sore he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Until his dick was sore from fucking his tight ass so much. It took a lot to make Brian’s dick sore so this boy was in it for the long haul. Brian had to keep reminding himself that Justin wasn’t a boy any longer although he still looked like one. He didn’t look old enough to be out of the house. He didn’t look old enough to be able to know what a blow job was for fuck’s sake. “That won’t be a problem.” And it won’t be. Brian had been waiting for this night since he first laid eyes on the gorgeous senior. Fucking asshole for being so fucking beautiful. Brian couldn’t seem to get enough of his lips either. His lips were so fucking good. His mouth tasted so fucking good. He could only imagine what his glorious body would taste like and he would know if he could just get his fucking mouth to abandon Justin’s perfect mouth. Brian finally tore his mouth away from Justin’s – This earned him a moan/whimper of protest – and trailed his lips down the boy-man’s beautifully pale throat, leaving him hot kisses and trails of saliva. Down his collar bone, teeth leaving a few marks there and down towards his nipples. Justin arched under him, hips bucking for attention. Smiling, Brian’s hands gently gripped onto Justin’s hips to hold them down on the bed. His mouth, tongue and lips continued their assault on his hard nipples, sucking and biting until Sunshine was mumbling incoherent things under his breath a mile a minute. Once he thought he had tortured him enough, Brian’s mouth tongue slid all the way back up Justin’s trembling and slightly perspiring chest until he reached the man’s tasteful lips once again. “Want me to fuck you?” Justin didn’t say anything for a few seconds and then: “Y-yes.” He said it with an obvious tone since he had already commanded Brian to fuck him. Brian smirked and sucked Justin’s bottom lip into his mouth for a second before replying. “Want me to ram into your tight ass?” Justin let out a moan that went straight to Brian’s already hard dick. “Yeah…please…” “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t speak, think or even breathe…” Another whimper/moan that made Brian want to groan. Of course he didn’t. That would be totally out of character and not allowed. Brian Kinney moaning because of a blond boy with a nice ass under him. Yeah fucking right. “Yeahyeahyeah…do it.” Brian had told him he would get him to speak before the night was over and the night had hardly even started and, here he was, speaking. Moaning, speaking. Same thing. Brian grinned down at the blonde, hand wandering down his flat, heaving stomach until he reached the blond’s erect cock. His fingers curled around his dick and began pumping. Justin’s hips leapt forward immediately and Brian placed his free hand on Justin’s abdomen to keep him still. “Brian,” He sounded like he was going to cry if Brian’s dick wasn’t up his ass and soon. “Fuck me please…” “Since you’re so polite.” In a span of five seconds Brian had lube coating his fingers and Justin lying up near the headboard, hair splayed out across his pillows and panting in anticipating as Brian’s fingers hovered centimeters away from Justin’s puckered hole. “Ready?” Justin let out a long sigh; skin jumping underneath Brian’s had as he rested a hand back on Justin’s flat abdomen. “Just f-fucking do it.” Tongue-in-cheek smirk on his face, Brian eased a lube coated finger slowly until Justin’s hole. He shuddered underneath Brian’s hand, face contorting into a look of discomfort, and his breath coming out in small gasps. Brian stopped and then eased forward again until he was in to his knuckle. “Another one…” Another finger and the blond was moaning and his body was shaking underneath his hand, body glistening with sweat. God, he looked fucking hot. As soon as the blond relaxed, finally catching up with his breath, Brian eased another finger inside. The gasping breaths took over again for a few seconds, pupils more dilated then Brian had ever seen them, and whole body tensing. Tight. His muscles squeezing around Brian’s fingers. Brian nearly came right there and that was fucking pathetic. Not giving Justin anymore time to relax, Brian scissored his fingers, which sent the blond into spasms. Entire body shaking beneath him, head tilted back into the pillows, and lips parted for a beautiful moan to slide out from between them. He looked so fucking wanton. Brian couldn’t wait a second longer. Grunting, Brian quickly pulled his fingers out of Justin’s ass, slapped on a condom before he could blink, and positioned the head of his cock at Justin’s entrance. He placed Justin’s legs on his shoulders and placed his own hands next to Justin’s head. Justin stared up at him, eyes wide and waiting. Brian quickly grabbed Justin’s lips in his before he could do something lesbian like and get lost in them or some shit like that and slowly eased forward, getting the head of his cock inside. He tore his lips away from Justin’s and held still. “Let me in, Sunshine. Relax.” The blond swallowed and then nodded. Brian eased forward again, slowly but surly. Justin’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds before snapping open. “It hurts – does it always hurt?” Brian nodded, taking a chance to ease forward again, Justin’s cock rubbing against his stomach as he did so. “Yeah, a little, but that’s part of it. Relax.” The blond nodded underneath him, swallowing again. His hands came up to grasp Brian’s neck and forcing the brunet’s lips against his. Brian complied and pushed forward again, digging himself to the hilt in Justin’s ass. God, he was so fucking tight. Tighter then he had imagined. Tighter then he and his cock had bargained for. It was fucking perfect. “Oh, fuck, you’re so t-tight.” Justin moaned in response, fingers clutching tight in Brian’s hair and holding Brian’s lips against his with a bruising force. Brian could no longer settle for this slow, ‘I’ll take care of you’ fucking. He needed to move. Ram. Fuck. He swiveled his hips aiming for Justin’s prostate. He wanted to make Justin’s “virtue losing” experience the best experience that the blond had ever had. The best fuck that he had ever had. One that he would always remember. No matter who the fuck he was with. Not matter what he was doing. Justin wasn’t going to forget this one. And when Justin came between their stomachs, “BrianBrianBrian!” screamed out of his mouth, and his body shaking and gasping underneath his Brian knew he had done just that. Brian glued their lips together the second he came to keep from yelling out something he wasn’t supposed to. Like the blond’s name that had been on the tip of his tongue when his balls had emptied. Groaning, Brian slowly slid out of the blond’s ass. The condom was thrown to the floor without a care. “Happy birthday, Sunshine. How’d you like your present?” Justin answered with a fierce kiss, another hard cock and tons more fucking. |
