Saturday October 21st 2000 at 1:47 am.

“The one that got away huh, Brian,” yelled Emmett through the booming music as Brian made his way to his group of friends. He instantly regretted it.

“A little too young for you don’t you think Brian?” added Michael.

“Yeah, it’s probably past his bedtime,” pipped in Ted.

“Oppose to your type, which is passed out on the bathroom floor?” Brian retorted. Emmett snorted.

“Fuck you,” Ted snapped before putting his drink down and storming off. Emmett followed saying, “Oh teddy, come back.”

Good riddance. “Don’t you think you were a little too hard on Ted?” Michael scolded.

“Who cares. Wanna bump?” he said pulling out the little device from his front pocket. Michael slapped his hand away.

“Get that shit away from me. I am not doing another one.”

“And honestly neither should you,” Ben added.

Brian shrugged, he be damned if he was going to listen to zenBen. He snorted in deeply and grinned widely. “Come on professor we’re not in school, live a little.” Pathetic, I can’t even say school without picturing that little twat. God I need to fuck him.

“Yeah. Okay.” And then taking advantage that Emmett had reappeared with a scowling Ted, Ben added, “What the fuck are you doing with that kid Brian?”

“Nothing,” he said truthfully and perhaps a little too bitterly because Ben’s scowl only deepened.

“Whatever it is, he is not worth your job. Plus he’s only 17 for god’s sake.”

“Who’s 17?”

I really, really fucking hate my friends. “Never you mind Mikey.”

“Don’t tell me that that kid you were dancing with was 17?”

“Who said anything about him,” Brian said dismissively. Can we please stir clear of any subject pertaining Justin Taylor?

“But is he 17?” Emmett asked curiously looking from Ben to Brian.

“Yeah,” said Ben slowly.

Of course not.

“How do you know?” Michael asked, eyebrows raised.

“Hey, Mikey let’s dance.”

“No, I-” Brian didn’t wait for a reply, he grabbed Michael by the upper arm and dragged him to the dance floor. And he did eventually talk him into doing another bump.

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Sunday October 22nd 2000 at 2:29 pm

On his third knock the door of the munchers who munched opened to reveal a raging bulldog, no sorry Melanie. Brian put the action figure in front of his face and said, “I got something for Gus.”

Melanie laughed and took it. “That’s so sweet, we’ll call Michael later to thank him.” She stepped aside and let him in still staring at the action figure.

Spread on the dining room table were dozens of sketches and paintings all varying in size and talent.

“These ones are simply fantastic,” said a tall blonde pointing at three specific drawings once Brian had walked into the room. He looked down and frowned. “I think is a Justin, ummm,” she went to turn the sheet to look at the name.

“Taylor,” Brian finished for her.

“Yea, he really has an amazing field for the human form, how old is he?”

“17,” Brian said bitterly but Lindsay didn’t catch it. “He’s that new kid.”

Melanie walked in with Gus rocking him back and forth. “Look Gus, Daddy is here. He finally decided to come pay you a visit.”

“Mel,” Lindsay scolded and Brian rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying,” Melanie drawled handing Gus over to Brian.

So I’m already a shitty father, what else is new. “Hey sonny boy,” he said looking down at his son, the one person that gave him instant lesbianic feelings.

“The GLC is looking for some pieces from young and upcoming artist for their art show, you think he’ll be interested in submitting his work?” Lindsay asked after a short pause.

Brian looked up from Gus and said in a quiet voice, “I guess I’ll have to ask him.”

“Thanks, Brian.”

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Tuesday October 24th 2000 at 5:05 pm.

Brian couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with Justin and Ethan. The two normally sat too close for comfort (okay maybe it was only to Brian’s comfort) and the latter always dropped by after art group to pick up Justin, but today he didn’t.

“Linds-I mean Ms. Peterson the art teacher, wanted me to ask you if you were interested in showing some of your work at an upcoming art show at the GLC.” Brian said after racking his brain for something to distract him from Justin’s tantalizing heart-shaped ass as he bent over to pick up empty water bottles and soda cans (Brian was almost 100% sure he was doing it for his benefit).  

“The GLC?” asked Justin standing up straight and walking over to Brian.

“The Gay and Lesbian Center. Safe havens for fags who can’t get laid,” he said clicking his tongue.

“Oh. You mean people seeing my stuff? That’d be intense. But-umm Yeah.”

Brian grinned. “Okay good, I’ll let her know.”

Justin beamed, bit his luscious bottom lip and asked. “When is it?”

“The 10th.”

Justin seemed to mull that over for a moment before running a hand over his blond locks and asking, “Will you be there?”

Brian scoffed. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in a room full of hypocritical, jealous, guilt ridden, self-loathing, middle-aged, sexually frustrated, pseudo intellectual fags who wish they were straight.”

“Ummm…right.” They locked eyes and Brian chuckled at Justin’s bemused expression. “Interesting analyzes,” Justin added and his expression turned into one of mischief instead.

“You didn’t have to stay and help me pick up,” said Brian breaking eye contact.

“Don’t I always?”

“So, where’s Mr. Gold?” Why did I have to go there? And why do I even care-No, I don’t care.

Justin shrugged. “Around, it’s not like we’re attached at the hip or something, you know.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

“Good,” Justin grinned walking past him to throw away the discarded water bottles. “I think I’ll go for a smoke tonight, doesn’t a smoke sound good tonight? And I promise there won’t be any, what was it, oh yeah, hypocritical, jealous, guilt ridden, self-loathing, middle-aged, sexually frustrated,” he paused and his grin widened, “can’t promise that one but definitely no pseudo intellectual fags who wish they were straight, waiting for you there.”

Brian couldn’t help but grin and Justin rewarded him by planting on that million-watt smile that made his cock throb. “See you around Mr. Kinney,” Justin purred and turned on those beautiful heels to walk away but not before running a hand over Brian’s waist as he passed him. Brian’s breathing quickened as he watched the blonde’s retreating form. Fuck, why does that little twat have to look so good walking away from me.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger, and shook his head. Avoiding room S13 would take all the self-control he could muster. Thirteen days without nicotine, alcohol, recreational drugs, and most importantly sex was going to drive him crazy. He normally didn’t believe in a higher power but if there was one, he hoped it intervened in letting him walk away from this with Justin still intact. He took a deep calming breath and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

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Wednesday October 25th 2000 at 11:17 pm.

Brian paced the length of his office back and forth (not that there was a lot room) debating whether he should risk a cigarette or not. He was jittery and his hands were starting to shake, not to mention that he had been easily aggravated all day because he had refused point blank to venture into room S13 or any adjacent room until now.  He needed a cigarette to calm his nerves, moreover the possibility of being alone with Justin in a locked room only intensified said nerves. Twelve more days, he told himself. But that didn’t help.

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Saturday October 28th, 2000 at 1:05 pm

Click. Brian snapped his head in the direction of the door to see Justin, his back turned to him. He tried not to but he couldn’t help but admire Justin’s perfectly shaped bubble butt in the snug wash-blue jeans he wore. Then he turned around, a grin spreading on his exquisite features. Brian swallowed. “So, I’ve finally got you cornered.” Brian snorted, but his eyes followed Justin’s every move. The latter sat on a desk and gave Brian a teasing sneer. “I must be really scary to have you hiding out in your office.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he scoffed.

“Then are you gonna come upstairs for a cigarette?”

“No. I don’t have anymore,” he lied.

“I’ll bum you one, unless, you’re too scared.”

I know exactly what you’re doing you little fucker. “Thanks, but I’m actually quitting.” Yeah right. A cigarette every day at 6am is what’s been keeping him moderately sane, and able to contain the urge to devour Justin’s luscious mouth and fuck him into that desk.

“Alright old man, I guess you have to take care of yourself now that you are so, very, very old.”

“Fuck you, I’m not that old.”

Justin chuckled. “Alright grandpa, how about this, you meet me for a smoke tonight and I promise I’ll avoid room S13 for the rest of your mischief patrol.” Justin pushed himself off of the desk and moved closer to Brian, not close enough to touch, but close enough to make Brian’s breathing quicken. “I can tell you’re in dire need of a cigarette.”

You are what I’m in dire need of. “No, we are not going to be alone together in a locked room.”

“We are alone together in a locked room right now, and we still have our clothes on,” said Justin with a shrug.

“Because that’s what you’re planning to do? Talk?” he replied sarcastically.

Justin had the decency to look abashed before quickly composing himself. “Look, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable, Justin.” Just horny as fuck.

“Well that’s good to hear. So then, what do you say?”

The truth was that even if Justin sat there and kept his distance and did absolutely nothing Brian didn’t think he could restrain himself from taking what he wanted in the dead of night. Especially not when it was already taking all of his power to stop himself from eliminating the gap that now kept them apart.

“No.” And before Justin could argue the point any further he sped past him, unlocked the door and was gone.   

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St. Francis high school Sleeping Quarters at 1:03am

As Brian conducted his random bed checks he kept avoiding Justin’s room, until finally he couldn’t postpone it any longer. He even considered not checking it at all, largely because of their last encounter and on a minor note but not less important because he was horny as hell. He truly questioned his resource if Justin were to invite him up to room S13 again. He would give in like a desperate teenager on prom night.

Biting the bullet, squaring up his shoulders and hoping to find Justin asleep he pushed the door open. Through the light of the moon and the open door, however, he saw that Justin was not asleep but neither was Ethan Gold.

The light that was shining through the door made the couple break apart and look up, both had equally horrified expressions.

“Shit,” he heard Justin muttered as Ethan helped him to his feet and onto the bed throwing blankets over both of them. If he weren’t so angry with the whole situation he would have appreciated the sight of Justin’s bare back in the light of the moon.

“What if it would have been any other teacher?” Brian scolded shutting the door. There is no other reason for my anger, none at all.

“I, we-” stammered Ethan.

“Well it wasn’t,” said Justin defensively, then added apologetically, “Plus you never show up at the same time.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“You’re the only one who does it,” said Ethan slowly.

Brian gave him a death glare before turning to Justin and commanding, “Never again.”

“What, get caught? Then I promise.” They stared at each for a long moment, Justin determined to stand his ground and Brian with a sinking feeling he couldn’t, or wouldn’t entertain.

Then the door to the room opened again and in walked Gregory, humming and oblivious to the scene that had unfolded. He closed the door and switched on the lights, then upon noticing Brian froze in utter bewilderment.

“And where the fuck have you been?” snapped Brian rounding on the newcomer. Fucking teenagers.

“I just went for a run around the field…” he said in a quiet voice pulling off his head phones as he turned to the couple in Ethan’s bed and then back at Brian, looking petrified.

“Uh huh,” he said but was satisfied when he saw what Gregory was wearing (white running shoes, blue Nike shorts, and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut-off) and the sweat that glistened his exposed skin.

“Look,” said Justin, whom Brian had seen pick up jeans and slide them on from the corner of his eye. “Can we talk about this?”

“Are they in trouble?” asked Gregory without taking his eyes off of Ethan.

“No,” Brian said to both Gregory and Justin.

“We didn’t even hear you unlock the door,” Ethan finally said.

“It wasn’t locked,” said Brian. Both Justin and Ethan turned to Gregory in accusation.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, I forgot, alright, It’s not like I was thinking properly,” he glowered.

Brian shook his head staring from one to the other in utter disbelief. What was he to do? He couldn’t report them and expect the other two to keep their mouths shut about what they knew about him, but even if they knew nothing he doubted he would have. No, the real dilemma here was what to do with this nagging feeling, this sense of entitlement that he did not merit.

Justin was pulling on his shirt and pushing on his shoes before Brian came to.

“Okay. Glad you’re all still alive. Have a nice night.” He turned on his heel and left the room, he was about to close the door but Justin was right behind him, he sighed, turned around and let Justin follow him. He heard the door close and then Justin’s footsteps behind him.

“Well, get in.” Justin obliged and Brian closed and locked the door behind him.

“Can I have a cigarette, I left my pack back in the room,” said Justin walking towards the window and opening it.

Now that they were alone Brian couldn’t help but recall the image of Justin’s enticing bare back in the light of the moon. He followed Justin to the window and taking the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket he extended it to him, and Justin took one. From the same pocket he drew out a lighter and leaned toward Justin to light his cigarette. He smelled soap, the distinct smell of sweat, and something that was purely Justin, he wished he hadn’t because it made it harder to move away. Justin took a long drag from his cigarette while looking up into Brian’s hazel eyes. Brian looked back without even attempting to back away, until Justin broke the contact by looking out the window. Sighing deeply Brian pulled back and moved away to lean on the other side of the window as he lit his own cigarette.

“Did I blow my chances?” Justin asked suddenly turning his head to look at him.

“Who said you even had a chance?” Brian inhaled deeply from his cigarette and then blew it out of his nose.

“Right.”

“Who you fuck is none of my business.”

“We weren’t fucking per say.”

“Right, right, look kid I’m not a toy.”

“I never said you were,” said Justin sounding offended.

“But you want to lose your virginity to me like I’m some kind of prize.”

“I don’t think you are some kind of prize,” Justin smiled that devil-may-care smile, “I think you are The Prize.”

“Cute,” drawled Brian trying not to be affected by that smile.

“What’s your favorite book?” Justin asked suddenly hopping on to the windowsill.

“Huh?”

Justin chuckled. “Well we can just talk right? I promise I won’t try anything,” then he smirked, “unless you want me to.”

“Right…”

However, he did end up telling Justin what his favorite book was, and they even talked about music, art, movies (he was impressed to hear that Justin was a fan of the classics), and their hobbies. And before Brian knew it Justin was yawning and his wristwatch read 3:37 am. But what was even more shocking than that, was that he wasn’t ready for it to end.