-“He’s staring again”, Daphne said, nudging her friend’s arm with her own.

Justin rolled his eyes at her. “Daph, he is not staring”, he insisted for about the hundredth time that day.

Daphne nodded her head fervently. “He fucking is! He’s been doing it all day! For the last couple of days. You just won’t look”, she said.

The blond shook his head and said in a slightly scolding tone, “You need more sleep. You’re starting to imagine things.” This prompted the curly haired diva to slap Justin’s arm. She was not gentle. “Argh, when did you turn into Debbie?!” he yelped.

“You deserved it!” Daphne shot back. “Telling me I’m imagining things! How dare you?! My own best friend. I feel so betrayed”, she wailed dramatically, draping her right arm across her forehead and falling back into Justin’s lap. This caught the attention of several nearby students who all laughed at their peer’s ridiculous antics.

Justin joined in with the laughter upon looking down at his friend’s smirking face. “You are such a total spaz, Daphne Chanders!”  She sat up and quirked a brow. “What?” Justin asked, sighing. He was getting tired of Daphne’s insisting.

“You know what!” Daphne said matter-of-factly. Justin simply stared back at his friend with a blank expression on his face. “How can you pretend that Christopher Hobbs is not gazing at you with puppy-dog eyes, when he so totally is!?” Justin sighed and shook his head yet again. Daphne grabbed Justin’s jaw with both hands and turned his head towards the table the very Christopher Hobbs was sitting at.

Sure enough, the boy was indeed staring. As soon as he spotted Justin and Daphne staring back, however, he promptly looked away with a pink tint in his cheeks. “You see?” Daphne asked, still holding her friend’s face. “Caught him red-handed. Or should I say, ‘red-faced’? He’s embarrassed! Oh my God Justin, he is totally crushing on you!”

Justin removed Daphne’s dainty hands from his face with his own. “Okay, fine. He was staring”, Justin admitted, much to his cheeky friend’s delight. She sat up straighter from her place on the bench they shared in excitement and smiled brightly. “But…” Justin continued, with a warning look on his face. “He does not have a crush on me! Jesus, Daph, we’re in some cheesy romantic-comedy in which the hot idiot realises he’s been desperately in love with the hot expert all along. This is the real world!”

Daphne laughed and rolled her eyes. “I know this isn’t a scene from a bad movie, Jus”, she said. “But he does like you”, she insisted again. “Look, I don’t really care if you believe me about this, but I just think you should be careful. I mean, I know you don’t feel the same way about him and I’m not sure what that’s gonna mean in the long-hall.”

“In the long-hall?” Justin laughed. “What the fuck Daph? There isn’t even going to be a ‘long-hall’. Pretty soon, this’ll all be over and done with.” His words were not harsh, or even stern. They were fervent despite the light tone.  

Daphne playfully whacked Justin on the shoulder again, this time, softly. “You don’t have to be an ass about it”, she chuckled. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I mean, you don’t know exactly how this is all going to go down.”

Justin nodded. “No, I don’t. But I’m not worried. Chris is harmless and I’m a big boy. I tie my shoes and everything”, he assured his friend, smirking at the end joke. Daphne laughed with him. Although she trusted Justin to behave safely, she couldn’t help but worry for him.

As it turns out, Daphne was dead-set right. Chris Hobbs was crushing on someone big time. Someone who was most definitely not his girlfriend. Justin. Justin Taylor. “Fuck”, Chris muttered under his breath when he spotted the very Justin Taylor he was ogling and his kooky friend Daphne staring back at him, catching him red-faced.

Marlissa nudged her boyfriend’s arm. “What was that, baby?” she asked, a big fake smile plastered across her ‘pretty’ face. Staring at her in this very moment made Chris wonder why the hell he put up with her. She so fucking fake and annoying, Chris thought, irritated.

It took all the energy he had not to frown and tell her to fuck off. Instead, he closed his eyes for a brief moment before returning the fake smile and saying, “Oh, nothing, sweets. I was just saying how pretty you are.” The slight mocking tone in his voice was unnoticed by Marlissa and her two idiotic drones of friends. Chris’ friends however, were not as naïve, surprising as that was. Nick Wright and Anthony Bellamy give each other an amused look and chuckled when Chris cheekily smirked at them.

“Oh, what are you idiots laughing at, huh?” Marlissa demanded in a bored tone. She held her hand out in front of her made-up face and inspected her perfectly manicured nails as she nastily spat, “Haven’t you two buffoons got somewhere to be? Like away from us?”

All three football players at the table rolled their eyes at her bitchiness. Although they were used to it, each boy still couldn’t help but despise the hottie. Nick shot the intolerant girl an icy glare while Anthony leaned close to her and hissed, “You wanna repeat that, girlie? Because all my buddy and I heard was an annoying brat whining.”

The two airheads Marlissa pretended to be friends with scoffed indignantly at this, while the girl herself gave the dark-skinned hunk a glare that could melt holes through even the toughest of surfaces. “You better hope I heard you wrong just now, buster. Or someone is gonna get slapped”, she hissed.

“I could think of something better you could do with you hand”, Anthony retorted, plucking an incredibly amused laugh from Nick. Chris kept his laugh under his breath. He didn’t want to get into too much trouble with his girlfriend.

Drone one and drone two gasped and Marlissa narrowed her gaze at the daring teenage boy. The pair leaned in ever-so-slightly, their faces so close they could feel each other’s hot breaths on their faces, before Marlissa shot up in her seat and loomed over the football player, holding up her arm in warning.

Chris decided this was as far as it should go. Although he’d happily listen to his pals bully his brat of a girlfriend for hours on end, he felt obliged to put a stop to it before it became physically violent. After all, he did want to protect his team mates. “Alright, alright”, he said, standing up and holding up both of his hands in a calming gesture. “Let’s all just calm down, now”, he added in a fake-soothing voice. Nick let out a small snort under his breath. Drone number one met his eyes and gave him a flirtatious wink. “Lissa, baby, Tony was just jokin’, alright?” he assured his girlfriend.

Marlissa folded her arms grumpily and looked down at a still-sitting Anthony, who gave her a wink and air-kiss that was missed by the other teens. The blonde rolled her eyes and looked back to her boyfriend, expectantly waiting for him to say something else. “Now would everyone stop being little shits and just fucking relax”, he scolded.

“He started it”, Marlissa grumbled.

“Actually, you did”, Chris responded. “Sorry baby, but you were being…”

The girl in question’s gaze narrowed, this time on her boyfriend. “I was being what?” she dared.

Anthony and the two airheads chuckled together at this banter. Finally, Nick stood and said something. “Now, now, kiddies. Let’s just forget about all this crap so we can skip the awkward silences and get on with eating our lunches. Is that okay my sweeties?” he sing-songed, as if he were talking to toddlers.

Everyone targeted their glares at Nick now. “Shut up Nick!” the teenagers yelled in unison.

“You fucked?!” exclaimed the fabulous Emmett Honeycutt.

Justin shushed the four men he had just told the juicy gossip to as they laughed. “Please, shout it from the roof tops, why don’t you?” he chided. He looked over to where Debbie, Mel and Lindsey were, happily chatting away like good ol’ girlfriends do.

“Don’t worry about them hearing you. They’re too busy chit-chattering about what ever it is that old girls go on about”, Vic said, entering into the conversation.

“Hey, I heard that, Mister!” exclaimed Debbie. Vic and Michael laughed at this response.

Ted reached over to give Justin a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. “Well, way to go, Justin. You’ve practically got the entire world at your feet”, he said kindly. Justin smiled brightly. He really did feel like the king of the world.

Turning to look at Brian made him feel nervous, though. The beautiful hazel eyes scrutinized Justin’s warming face, looking unimpressed. Justin averted his own eyes, deciding he did not like being looked at by Brian this way. “I can hardly believe you rode him! If he wasn’t really gay before, he definitely is now!” Michael said.

“Lucky him”, Emmett laughed. “Lucky to have our very own Sunshine introduce him into the wonderful world of the queers!” All the boys, excluding Brian, laughed at this.

“More like the world of your ass”, Brian muttered. “I thought you were done with that shmuck.” 

Justin looked at his lover, a little surprised. He gave Brian a shrug and said, “I never said that. I just decided to see him less.”

Brian let out a small huff. “Now that he’s gotten a ticket to the grand world of Justin Taylor’s bubble butt, he won’t be too happy about seeing you less.”

“Hey, yeah. What if he becomes obsessed with you? Kids your age have a habit of doing that”, Michael said. He was not joking. Emmett delivered a scolding little whack to his friend’s arm.

“Oh, please. Don’t you people start with m on that shit too”, Justin sighed, rolling his eyes. The men all raised their eyebrows at the blond in a questioning manner. “Ugh, Daphne thinks he has a crush on me, but I think she’s full of shit”, he admitted.

This made Brian snort. He took a swig of his beer before saying, “How goddamn naive can you possibly be, kid?” Justin did not like being referred to as ‘kid’ by his older lover. He frowned to display his displeasure at Brian’s words. “You’ve been getting him off for months, and when you finally fuck him, the kid thinks he’s in love with you.”

“He is not in love with me!” Justin spat loudly. “Just because he’s giving me puppy dog eyes does not mean that he actually likes me. We’re not even friends”, he insisted.

Ted, Vic, Emmett and Michael all shared looks. “Puppy dog eyes?” repeated Ted.

“Honey, I’m pretty sure that mean he likes you”, Emmett added calmly.

“Really likes you”, Vic contributed. Michael just nodded while Brian rolled his eyes.

Justin sighed loudly in frustration, shaking his head. He crossed his arms over his chest, not wanting to have to argue his case any further. He’d already had enough of this from Daphne.

“Fucken’ kids”, Brian muttered and stepped away, finishing off his beer. With that, the group of boys disbanded, spreading out into different conversations and helping out in the kitchen. Justin, on the other hand, followed Brian. The auburn haired beauty of a man turned to look at his young lover, giving him a ‘what do you want?’ look.

“I really wish you’d stop saying stuff like that”, Justin began quietly.

“What?” Brian laughed mockingly.

Justin rolled his eyes and put his own drink down on the coffee table. “You know…calling me a kid.”

Brian laughed, again in a mocking fashion. “If you haven’t noticed, Sunshine; you are a kid.” He started walking away, but stopped when he felt Justin continue to follow him. He knew he would.

Justin let out an indignant scoff and snort. “Well, I’m old enough for you to want to fuck me. I’m old enough to give you the best head in Pittsburgh. I’m old enough to dance with you at Babylon and make you hard and kiss you and-“, Justin retorted, getting louder, and angrier as he went on.

“Alright, Liberace, I got it”, Brian interrupted his practically fuming blond. “So maybe you’re not such a kid”, he admitted, making Justin smirk victoriously. “But there was something you mentioned there that quite interested me”, he said mischievously after a brief pause.

“Oh? And what would that be?” Justin asked, standing closer to his dream.

Brian smirked and lowered his head slightly to stare right into sparkling blue eyes. It was moments like these that Brian almost wanted to dive right in to that blue. “Making me hard. Wanting to fuck you”, he said in a low voice.

The blond smiled his famous Sunshine smile, his eyes shining. He cleared his throat and changed his expression to a flirtatious one and raked his eyes up and down the tall body before him. “Wanna make my ‘accusations’ true?” he suggested, already knowing the answer.

The response was a predatory smirk, followed by Brian gesturing Justin upstairs with a nod of his head. The two young men sauntered upstairs, which did not go unnoticed by their friends. “Oh great, they’re gonna fuck while we’re all down here to overhear”, Michael half-heartedly complained.

“It wouldn’t be the first time”, Vic said matter-of-factly.

“Well they fucken’ better come down when dinner’s ready”, Debbie said, shaking her head.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh BRIAN!” Justin moaned loudly as his lover expertly pistoned in and out of him from behind. Brian smirked through his own moans, loving being able to make Justin scream his name in pleasure.

This particular round of sex told Justin two things; the first being that Brian was feeling possessive, from the intense, hard feel of his movements. Brian had told him he was going to fuck him so hard he’d forget that he’d ever been with anyone else. This was unlike anything the man had ever said to Justin. He’d called him his, and gripped onto his hips for dear life. The second thing he realised was that no matter how much he fooled around with Chris, no matter how good he might get, it would never compare to being with the absolute god of a man who was fucking him into pure bliss at this very moment.

Brian continued to plough into his pale beauty with one thought on his mind. Mine. Just who the hell did this football jerk think he was having a crush on his blond piece? Justin was his God darn-it. HIS. No one else’s. And he was determined to prove it.

Chris panted and increased the speed of his hand on his pulsating member. “Uhhhhhh”, be moaned as quietly as he could. He was busy picturing Justin riding him again. This was a habit Chris had gotten himself into; jerking off to thoughts of the blond that both satisfied him and completely and left him wanting more each time. “Ohhhh shit, yeah”, he murmured.

Moments later, Chris had found release, calling out Justin’s name. He laid back down in his bed while trying to catch his breath. “Oh fuck”, he breathed out. Chris wanted nothing more than to fuck the blond again and again. But they hadn’t done it since the first time three days ago and the boy was too nervous to ask, even though it was all he’d been craving.

He had had sex with his girlfriend twice, but with Justin only once. Oddly enough, this annoyed Chris. He should want to have sex with his beautiful girlfriend. He should feel like ‘da man’. So why didn’t he? Maybe I like the Taylor kid more…

Chris shook the unwanted thought out of his head. He liked fucking Taylor. And he didn’t mind him as a person, but that was all. He most certainly DID NOT like like him. Admittedly, he didn’t really like Marlissa, but, she was his girlfriend, so she was who he was supposed to like. That’s they way it was meant to be.

Hobbs put the slight fluttering he felt whenever he saw Justin, or the excitement that took over his entire body every time he was scheduled to meet up with Taylor down to a side effect of being horny as hell. Which is on thing Chris would allow himself to think. His dick liked Justin. But nothing else. Not his mind. Not his heart.

There was just no way he could actually have a crush on the art geek. That first time with Taylor had felt different to his actual first time with Marlissa. It had felt…more genuine. Ironic as it was, it felt honest. It felt right. But above all, it felt good. These were all the things that Marlissa couldn’t make Chris feel, no matter how much he tried to pretend to himself otherwise.

Yet in spite of all this, Chris Hobbs did not have feelings for Justin Taylor. It wasn’t possible. Was it?

TO BE CONTINUED…