Dedication: To my dearest friend, Emma. Wish you were mine, I dedicate this to you, who helped me realize I roleplay a mighty good Todd to your exquisite Neil. xxoo.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Dead Poet's Society. I am merely borrowing them to settle my over active imagination. Anything recognized within this story is the genius of writer Tom Shulman and director Peter Weir. I thank thee gentleman for making such a wonderful, wonderful movie. It is my favorite movie.

Warning: This fanfiction that you are about to read contains both material of a homosexual nature and of a mature nature, and also contains young adults of 17 years of age. If you are not of the age where you live or you do not like this sort of thing, please press the back button now. If not, continue on and please remember to review.

Even Dead Poets Can Love
Chapter 1- Charlie

Charlie Dalton couldn't help but grin when he accidentally walked up on his best friend and the new guy. They had secluded themselves deep in a niche that was set in a corridor that was rarely, if ever used, by the whole of the student body. That was, except for Charlie himself. This corridor was his corridor, and he knew everything that happened in it.

He realized a little late that he had been watching Neil and Todd making out quite openly. Well, who wouldn't? It was very arousing. To him anyway. He was bisexual. He wasn't so sure what his other friends would do or say. Then again, he had a clue.

Cameron would regard it as indecent, immoral, disgusting, and just wrong. Knox would just shrug it off and go back to thinking about that stupid girl. Pitts also wouldn't care, just smile in his happy-go-lucky way he had, and say that it was whatever made them happy and he'd support them. And the others, like Meeks, would either agree with Pitts or Cameron.

He watched as Neil's hands worked diligently at Todd's tie, smirking as he turned and headed back down the hall. Who knew that Neil could be such a topper? He seemed much more bottom then top, especially the way he let his father walk all over him. Of course, Todd was a definite bottom, and Charlie applauded Neil's rise to the top.

When he reached the hall that their rooms were located, he immediately headed to the room Knox shared with Cameron, pounding on the door rather obnoxiously. What could he say? It was his way.

The door opened and Cameron poked his out, eyes flashing in a way that said he was clearly annoyed.

"What is it, 'Nuwanada'?" he asked in a tone that mirrored the look. Charlie merely rolled his eyes and pushed on the door hard, causing Cameron to step back and allowing him to slide into the room. He grinned as his eyes fell on Knox, laying on his bed, but the smile fell as his eyes took in the thing that his friend was staring holes into. Stupid girl and her stupid picture.

"Cameron," he said. "Out. And don't bother this room for your life."

"Hold up just a minute, Dalton," he whined, attempting pitifully to draw himself up. "You can't just barge into someone's room and then order them to leave."

Charlie smirked as he pushed the irritating redhead out of the room, the force he used enough to tell Cameron that he meant business. He watched as the boy, muttering under his breath about respect crossed the hall and entered the room he shared with Meeks. No doubt the little bug was going to tell the other redhead to keep his roommate in his own room, or something. Shaking his head, he closed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed, just staring at his friend, the smirk never leaving his face.

"You know what I want, Overstreet. Stop playing stupid."

Knox just sighed and finally looked up at him.

"What is it with you and sex, Charlie?" he asked, his tone suggesting that he really was awed by how much Charlie was driven by his cock, rather than anything else.

Charlie snickered. Was he seriously asking him that? "I'm a guy, Knox. It's what guys think about most of the time. What is it with you and that stupid girl?"

"Her name is Chris. And she's not stupid. If anyone is stupid, it's you."

Charlie watched as his friend slid open the drawer of his night stand, placing the picture on top of the stacked items before closing the drawer slowly. He then sat up, placing his feet onto the floor.

"Well, let's get this over with," he said, standing up and facing Charlie, arms at his side, a defiant look in his eyes. Charlie frowned and crossed his arms.

"Get it over with, Overstreet," he said, uncrossing his arms as he made his way to his friend. He chuckled softly. "You can't tell me that you don't enjoy these… study sessions. That is what you tell the others these are, right? Now, why not tell them the truth… unless you don't want them to stop."

Color flushed in Knox's cheeks but he said nothing and so Charlie continued, raised his hand to Knox's face, brushing his cheek in a surprisingly gentle fashion. Knox's eyes rose to gaze into his, softening slightly.

"Could it be you are afraid… afraid you might fall out of love with your precious Chris, and fall in love with another guy? Fall in love with me? Is that why you cling to her so desperately?"

He pressed his lips to his friend's gently, his fingers threading through Knox's hair. It was annoyingly slow but Charlie was rewarded as Knox, for a moment, kissed back. It was short lived, however, as Knox placed his hands on Charlie's chest, pushing him away.

"Stop, Charlie! Just stop! Weren't you the one with your stupid phone call to God asking that girls be let in to Hellton?"

Charlie shrugged. "I'm bi, Knox. I've said this before. Maybe you just can't comprehend what that means. Well, I'll save you the trouble. It means that I like both guys and girls. And maybe if girls were in this school, I wouldn't waste my time with you, but as that will never happen, a guy has to have relief somehow, don't you agree?"

If Charlie thought this would calm his friend, it only made things worse. "You said we'd never kiss, damn it! So why did you just break your own rule? Rules are set for a reason, Charlie. You don't just go breaking them at your every whim."

Charlie sighed, but his grin never faded. "When they are my rules, I do. And besides, I was proving a point. You kissed back."

Knox said nothing but began to pace back and forth. Charlie watched him. It was very entertaining to see Knox Overstreet like this, and very flattering to know that it was he who caused it. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Have you ever thought that just maybe you're into guys as well? You don't return a kiss to someone you aren't attracted to."

He smirked as Knox stopped cold and stared down at his shoes. Stepping forward, Charlie lifted his chin and placed a soft peck on his lips, pulling away before the other male could push him away. He then winked as he walked backwards towards the door.

"You know where my room is when you want to talk, Overstreet," he said. With one more grin at his obviously perplexed friend, Charlie left the room and headed for his own, kicking Cameron out the moment he got there.