Fly the ocean in a silver plane
see the jungle when it's wet with rain
just remember till you're home again -
you belong to me

You belong to Me - Lifehouse

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When Brian wakes up in the morning Justin isn't there.

He had expected the blond to be in the kitchen again, cooking or, at least, somewhere in the loft so Brian could have him here as soon as he woke up and relieve his morning wood.  He was royally pissed, however, and not to mention confused, when he realized that Justin wasn't anywhere in his loft.  There wasn't even a note.  How Justin had gotten out of the loft without him knowing was beyond him. All he knew was that it was him and his right hand in the shower that morning.  Groaning, Brian headed into the kitchen, swung open the fridge to reveal nothing - zip.  Now even grumpier, Brian headed into the bathroom for his shower, spent an extra few minutes jerking himself off, which, honestly, was kind of sad. 

Still mourning over the loss of not having a blond in his loft to fuck that morning, he headed out of his house dressed and ready for something to eat. He headed over to the diner only to find that his blond twink was there along with Daphne.  When Brian stalked in he made sure to glare long and hard at the blond who was occupying his usual booth.  Justin only shot him a wide grin and then he turned back to Daphne, stuffing his face with eggs.  Brian headed over to the table, intent on eating with them, stealing Justin away from Daphne for the rest of the day and night and fucking him on every available surface.  Without a word, he sat down across from his two students and listened as they talked and, pretty much, ignored him.  Only when Brian got tired of being ignored, he cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.  Daphne smiled brightly, knowing look on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Kinney!  Sleep well last night?"

He smiled sweetly at her in return.

"Actually, Miss Chanders, I did,"

Brian turned his stare on Justin who, as usual, looked perfectly innocent.

"How the hell did you get out of bed without waking me up?"

"I have a lot of talents, Mr. Kinney."

Daphne nodded in agreement, smiling still.

"Yeah, he was just telling me about his...talents."

Brian rolled his eyes and looked around hoping a waiter would come around some time and take his fucking order.  He turned back to the two sitting in front of him.  "I bet he did - He can never keep his mouth shut."  Daphne smirked, "That's what I've heard...I've also heard you can't keep your pants on."  Justin nodded in agreement, mumbling under his breath about something that clearly sounded like 'he can't keep them on whenever he's around me.'  Brian rolled his eyes again, intent on not caring that they were clearly having way too much fun with this.  "That's because he tears them off against my will."  Daphne snorted and Justin looked up from his food, eyebrow raised.

"I didn't hear you complaining."

"I didn't say I minded."

Brian would have responded but Debbie charged over, pad in hand and grin on her face.  "Hey, Kids,” Brian rolled his eyes at this. Did he look like a kid to her?  He was a grown man. A rich, powerful grown man.  A teacher.  "Watcha want, Brian?"  Brian quickly told her coffee and he didn't leave out the fact that he had had an extremely late night last night, he had pointedly looked over at Justin, and that he needed something extremely strong.  He also got some eggs and toast, the same as Justin and Daphne.  Brian was surprised when Debbie didn't comment on "Fucking Illegally" but he wasn't about to ask her why.  He didn't want to get her started on that shit.  He looked back over at his two students and was surprised when neither of them spoke.  They, usually, never shut up.  Daphne suddenly smiled.

"How old are you?"

"None of your fucking business."

"Oh, that old?"

Brian rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that morning and looked away from the two. Daphne broke the silence again.  "We're getting a new student, Monday.  He's Justin's age and I heard he's cute and he plays the violin. I also heard he's not too shabby in art."  This time Brian did look over at her. "Is there a point to you telling me this?"  Daphne only shrugged, small smile on her face.  "And, he's gay."  Daphne elbowed Justin and winked over at him whereas Justin just rolled his eyes and continued eating, which, for some reason, made Brian feel a lot better.  Justin not caring about the new, cute, gay kid who played the violin.  Daphne didn't look put out. She just shrugged and, "I guess you only like the older guys."

Justin grinned.

"Yeah, they're more experienced."

Daphne rolled her eyes.

"So I've heard. You've only given me every detail."

Brian smirked, "Well, I am good."

"More like, fucking great."

Brian smiled over at Justin who looked more than ready to run out of the diner and get freshly fucked.  Daphne groaned and latched onto her best friend.  "You aren't taking him away from me, Brian!  I need some time with him too!" Brian shrugged. "Hey, I never said you couldn't watch."  Daphne snorted and shook her head.  "Thanks for the offer, really, but I'd rather not."  Brian shrugged, "Your loss."  Daphne only smiled and continued eating. Justin smiled at the brunet from across the table, foot "accidentally" banging against Brian. Then said foot, shoe coming off in the process, slid up Brian's leg, up, up and up until it was right in his crotch.  The blond, smirking, ran his sock-clothed toes against Brian's dick in an attempt to get some reaction out of him.  And he did get a reaction.  A 'Brian grabbing his foot and pushing it away from his hardening dick' reaction.  Justin raised an eyebrow, small smile on his face.

Brian shook his head.

"Don't start anything you don't intend to finish, Sunshine."

"Ohh, I intend to finish it, alright.  Later."

Daphne groaned again.

"Fine, just go!  Go fuck your brains out but, Justin, you owe me or I'll do something drastic."

"Taking a rain check, Daph.

Before Daphne could respond, Justin was dragging Brian out by the wrist and towards Brian's jeep.  Debbie hurried towards the table with Brian's plate of hot food and she placed it down on the table, hands coming to rest on her waist and a confused look coming up onto her face as she gave Daphne a questioning look.

"Are they comin' back?"

"They're comin' alright."

Debbie rolled her eyes.

"I guess not."

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Brian drove as quickly as he good to the nearest deserted place that he could think of.  As soon as he reached said destination he reached over Justin in the passenger seat and pulled at the lever that would lower Justin's seat until he was almost all the way flat on his back.  Brian was quick to get on the blond's lap; lips attack the closest patch of skin they came into contact with.  His neck.  He had a nice throat.  It looked even nicer with Brian's bite marks on it.  He moved his mouth upwards to Justin's own impatiently waiting lips.  As soon as they met, Justin was quick to speed up the kissing process, hands pulling Brian's shirt off and throwing it to the driver's seat.  Next, the blond's hands unbuckled Brian's jeans and slid down the zipper. As soon as that task was finished Justin slid his hand inside and pulled at Brian's dick, slowly moving his fingers along the hard member. 

Brian slapped his hand away but only because he was having difficulty maneuvering around well enough to get Justin's own pants off.  When he finally managed to get them off, it was very difficult - his jeep isn't the biggest thing in the world - he pulled his own pants down around his knees, quickly pulled on a condom, lubed himself up and Justin's hole, and shoved himself inside, grunting at the feel of Justin squeezing purposely tight around him.  Neither of them lasted long.  They were both to eager to get off and came minutes later, sweaty and breathing hard and both needing air.  Brian pulled out with a soft grunt and threw the condom on out the window and helped Justin get his pants situated and Justin did the same for him. It was a slow task, what with Justin getting distracted and distracting Brian with his mouth and hands every few seconds.

"Justin - stop."

"Sorry."

He laughed slightly and the two were once again fully dressed.  Justin smiled slightly.

"I left my shoe at the diner."

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Monday morning arrived all too quickly and Brian strode into the school, not really eager to start class.  For one, his heater had broken in the middle of the night and it had been beyond freezing in his loft.  It had snowed this morning, which made it even worst and, to put it lightly, Brian Kinney wasn't a happy camper.  And he had a feeling that the morning would only get worst because Daphne's happy, teasing words, for some really fucking stupid unknown reason, flashed in his head.  The new kid was going to be here today. The cute, violin playing, gay kid.  He didn't know why he cared so much.  Justin had acted completely uninterested in the diner so there was nothing to worry about.

Since when did Brian worry about those things anyway?

He didn't. He didn't care.  And he would keep telling himself that until he felt better.

And he really didn't care about the new kid, Ethan Gold, when he saw him. He wasn't even attractive. Daphne must have gotten her facts mixed up.  A lot. This kid was ugly.  Especially compared to him. 

Though, he was slightly bothered when he saw down next to Justin.

Even though he didn't care.

He was also slightly bothered when Justin was actually friendly to him.  Though, honestly, he shouldn't be bothered.  This kid was nothing compared to him.  He didn't stand a chance against Brian.  During class, Justin caught him once or twice looking peeved in their direction and, when Justin did catch him, the blond would smile and continue on being a nice, hospitable student he was.  Brian rolled his eyes and forced his eyes down on the tests he was grading.  Right now, his students were supposed to be either painting or drawing with whatever medium they wanted to use.  He looked up - Justin was sketching - and noticed that Ethan looked way too interested in watching Justin sketch.  Sure, he looked really hot when he was in his concentration mode.  Fully focused on his pencil and paper.

But Ethan had no right to stare.

Brian, obviously, couldn't tell him that, though. 

So, he got up and inspected everyone's work like any good art teacher would.  Except, he wasn't even a good teacher but, for now, he would act like one.  When he came to Justin, Ethan, and Daphne's table he lingered, mostly watching Justin work on what he was doing.  It only peeved him more when he realized that the little twat was drawing the violin player. Justin grinned, looked up and Brian saw the look on his face that clearly said he was doing all of this on purpose.  Just to get under his skin.  Stupid twat. 

"Like it, Mr. Kinney?"

Brian didn't say a word about the sketch but only asked Justin to stop by after school.

And he moved to the next table, feeling the foreign feeling of jealousy.