Title: 10 Second Rule

Summary: University….oh what a joy.

It's cold outside , Michael can't help but moan out, sitting up inside the bed and realizing that the heat was shut off for the third time this month because Adrian wouldn't pay the bills. The apartment reeks of cigarettes and sex, not that he minds , but the hang over that he's suffering from doesn't help him as he tries to get out of bed without passing out from the pain. He squints a little and before spying Trent staring at him in amusement and slapping him on the cheeks. Snorts out," You've been out for like a day, Mikey. What did you drink?"

"God-" He starts, sitting up fully and holding his head," More like what didn't I drink" His vision is blurry and barely in focus when he suddenly covers his mouth before promptly throwing up. Trent makes a face and removes his hand from his face before rubbing it through his hair quickly and saying, " I'll go get a towel…and a bucket." Before his presences disappears from the room. Michael closes his eyes and tries to control his breathing- not to mention throwing up- when his other room mate yawns, t shirt rising as he stretches showing his perfect stomach and smirks at him, " Someone got trashed yesterday"

"Hey, fuck yo-" Michael tries to get it out, but ends up throwing up a bit more. Today is not his day, he decides as he groans out more and his other room mate bursts into laughter. He weakly sticks his middle finger up at him and wipes his eyes when he hears his first room mate talking. " Adrian, leave him alone. He's had a long two days"

"Please, Trent" The room mate, Adrian, sighs out - with the perfect stomach- and then turns back to look at Michael. " No one told little Mikey to go and party all night long. Now did we?" He makes another quick smirk in his direction before shuffling into the bathroom. Trent drops down next to Michael and hands him a towel. "Sorry, here" He presses the basket up against him and sighs tiredly. " Maybe you shouldn't go to class today"

Michael thinks about this for a while. He'd love to miss a day at Uni, but with his grades he doesn't think that he can afford it. " Do you have any aspirin?" He rasps out and Trent searches through his pocket - pulling out 3 Trojan Mans , a lolly pop, a pack of cigarettes and a sticker of a sun before finding it- hands a bottle of aspirin to Michael. Who really needs it at the moment.

Adrian comes out the bathroom, tooth brush in his mouth swirling around and shirt half buttoned, still amused. " I told you we shouldn't have taken him partying with us. He can't handle it yet"

"He's only a year younger" Trent frowns at his brother, taking up for Michael. " Besides, I remember the first time you got trashed like that"

"I was 13" Adrian drawls out and Michael can't help but laugh. Points out that Adrian buttoned his shirt wrong and proceeds to throw up again.

Michael loved University

Jake stuck his legs on top of the teacher's desk and smiled out leisurely, " Why did you ask me to stay after class?"

"Jake…you're behavior is not acceptable here" The teacher sighs out, running a hand through his hair. " It'- it's distracting to be honest"

"Oh really…?" Jake sits on the desk now, crossing his legs and smiling innocently. He looked a hot mess - black eyeliner rimmed around his eyes, and hair sloppy and shaggy, just the way he liked it. Tight school pants that left little to the imagination and a button down white shirt that just yelled for it to be ripped right off of him. " I didn't know I was distracting you professor….Dylan, can I call you by your first name?"

Dylan shook his head," No, you may not. Jake, you are a good student, you have such pro- promise to fail like this." Dylan stutters at the last part and stands up, clearing his throat. The class room door is closed. Jake simply smiles at him. " I'm sorry, professor." Jake sighs out, un crossing his legs and leaning forwards," It's just that sometimes it's so hard…." He pauses for a minute and Dylan raises his eyebrows at the kid's bluntness before he continues," For me. To concentrate. I'm sure you understand what I'm saying, sir. Maybe I need tutoring lessons of some sort. I don't want to fail, be a disappointment to my parents. They already hate me as is"

"I suppose that can be arranged" Dylan nods and they sit there in silence for a few minutes before Dylan wheezes out, "Fuck it" And Jake grabs him by his tie onto the desk, face first and capturing his lips into a sensational and smoldering kiss. " I was wondering-" Jake gasps out, kissing his lips and unbutton his collar," - how long you were going to tease me"

Dylan fumbles with his tie for a while, trying to get it off and smirks a little," I wanted to have a little fun-" He finally un does it and throws it onto the chair, climbing into Jake's lap and sucking on his bottom lip, hair beginning to stick to his forehead due to the sweat, " Had to wait 3 classes for you"

"I'll make it worth your while" Jake smiles against his mouth, hands traveling down to his fly when the door creaks open and a shy voice whimpers out," Professor Michaelchuck….I need help". Jake and Dylan stop in mid motion, and the boy's eyes become wide with shock before he blushes," I'm so sorry- I did- I didn't know. Oh god, I should go now right? I think I will…wow….ehm….okay…hi Jake" He flushes and then turns around and scurries off down the hall way.

"Hi Alex" Jake sighs and then looks at Dylan, who is suddenly pale. " He won't tell, will he?"

"Nope" Jake slides off the desk however, and shuts the door again, this time locking it. " Where were we?"

Dylan opens his mouth when his cell phone rings.

Jake loved University

Marco sits inside the dorm room quietly, wiping the tears from his eyes every now and then and sniffling. His clothes are soaking wet and his skin is pale as the phone rings. Finally Dylan picks up. " Hello?"

"Hey babe, what are you doing?" Marco sniffles a little into the phone and Dylan breaths out on the other line," Working hard, as usual. And you?"

"Waiting for my new room mate" Marco shrugs and there's a little shuddery gasp in the background," What happened? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Oh yeahhh…..Ahem, I mean….owww oww yea, something like that" Dylan seethes into the phone and gasps out "Fuck" quickly. " F- fucking pencil drawer closed on my hand!" In the background you hear the drawer slam shut another 3 times in a rhythm over and over again and Marco looks confused as he is depressed," Oh, I'll kiss your hand when you get off work then…okay?"

"Yeah….sure" Dylan murmurs," I have to go- goooo…class is waiting" And hangs up.

Marco sinks back into the bed even more and bursts into tears again when someone knocks on the door. Getting up and clutching his bloodied t-shirt he blinks at the person on the other side of the door and cocks his head to the side. " Are you my new room mate?"

"Yes, I think so" They look adorably confused. But still come inside the dorm and look around before meeting Marco's weak gaze. " You are Marco, right?"

"Yes…" Marco nods shyly, covering his shirt up and blushing. The boy puts his bag down on the floor and sits on the couch, sighing and closing his eyes. " I'm Ryan"

"Nice to meet you" Marco murmurs out and Ryan smiles," I hope you don't mind if I take quick nap here…It's been a long day for me."

"Oh no, not at all. Do you want me to get you a cover or anything?" Marco asks, sitting on the couch as well and biting his lips nervously.

"No, I'm fine" As the boy's eyes fluttered close he whispers, " You know, the best way to get blood stains out is with ice and bleach"

Marco hates University.

Yes, so the first chapter is short, but I'm just warming up the characters. Yeah so erm, review. An I know OMGWTF JAKE AND DYLAN believe it