Okay so this is a fanfiction about Eric Dean and Justin Darcy, two characters that appeared on The Closer, in the episode Homewrecker. Now I dont watch this show but I have a sudden obsession with Kyle Gallner (SO HOT) and i looked on youtube for Kyle Gallner acting and you should TOTALLY see this episode. Plus the math tutor (played by Brando Eaton) was totally hot, good match for Kyle :) Just to let you know it might be sucky because I dont really know these characters, but I tried! Also I'm going to be switching POV's a lot so try not to be confused ;D Enjoy!

(called Homewrecker from the show The Closer, Season 3 episode 1)

ERIC POV

The knock on my front door breaks me breaks me from my hair fix. Mr. Darcy - no Justin's - here for my tutoring session. Mom and Dad thought that I wasn't doing very well in Math so they decided to get me someone to help me with those stupid linear equations and inequalities, algebraic equations, and the worst of them all, geometry. I argued with them saying that I didn't need one and that I would be fine with what I know, but they insist that I just need to know this. I've been doing this for about a month or so from 6-8 everyday. Two hours of math. I'm almost never able to hang out with my friends. To make it even worse...I'm attracted my tutor. There I said it. I'm attracted to Justin. I'm not gay though! I want you to remember that. I. Am. Not. Gay. So why, then, am I in my room taking extra time with my hair and picking out what I want to wear? I don't know, but no matter how hard I try to look good, my messy brown hair, short body, or plain brown eyes, could never match up to Justin's tall built body, short cropped brown hair, or deep hazel eyes. I run downstairs quickly and do a fast hair check in one of the mirrors in the hallway before opening the door to reveal Justin standing on our front porch in the dark night with dark jeans, white shirt, and leather jacket.

"Hi Justin," I say smiling. God, the way I'm acting goes back on everything I said.

"Hey Eric, your parents not home tonight?" He asks walking in.

"Nah, there at some party all night. Want me to get the beer?" I ask. We usually get beer when my parents aren't home.

"Hell, why do you even need to ask?" We get settled, him sitting on our couch in the living room placing the beer between his full lips and me sitting on the chair diagonal from it holding the beer bottle in my hands and just staring at him thinking of what it would feel with that mouth on my own. God! Eric stop thinking like that! I yell at myself, First of all he's 19 and your 17, and second of all, the more important one, he's a GUY.

"What are you looking at?" He asked a look of confusion on his face. I snap out of it and quickly sip my beer.

"Nothing, nothing." Oh god I'm such a fucking idiot.

"Alright, so you wanna do it?" he asks me placing his beer on the coffee table and wiping his palms along the side of his jeans.

JUSTIN POV

"Alright, so you wanna do it?" I ask Eric, wiping the sweat off from the palms of my hands. Jesus, why does this kid have to have this effect on me? And him staring at me so intensely wasn't really helping with this...attraction I guess you'd call it, I have for him. I mean sure I could quit and say that I was to busy, but for some reason I just couldn't pull myself away from this kid. I don't know what it is about him that makes me feel like this though, maybe it's his soft, brown, and unruly hair that always makes me want to run my fingers through, or his short, muscular body that makes me want to pull him up against me and protect him from the world. It could possibly be those never ending brown eyes that I always get lost in.

"What?" Eric asks eyes wide, nostrils flared, and his breathing getting faster. I swallow hard at what he thought I meant. Us kissing, feeling each other's bodies, sweaty, shirts off... I snap myself out of it quickly and say what I hope is calm, "Math."

"Oh right, uh, Math. Yeah, I have the, uh, book over here. Just let me, um, get it." he mumbles and walks away into an office to get the book. He's just so cute at how he stutters and mumbles things. He comes back into the room and drops the practice book on the coffee table.

"Okay," I say flipping through the book, "let's start with-" I stop suddenly and look over at Eric who sat down beside me on the couch.

"You know what," I say closing the work book and flinging it to the side, "let's forget about Math, huh? Go get more beer."

(A/N: now I've decided that I like writing in Justin's POV so from here on that's what it is)

"So," I slur, and take a big gulp of my third beer, "you got a special lady friend?" I look over at Eric who, during our little drinking fest, found his way over so that he was almost in my lap.

"Nope," Eric smiles.

"Really? Whoa dude you don't got a boyfriend do you?" I hiccup.

"Nope," he smiles again.

"Now I find that *hiccup* hard to believe," I say, eyes unfocused and trying to point at him.

"Dude," he laughs loudly and lolls his head so that he's now looking at me, "you're drunk."

"And you're not?" I laugh placing my hand on his knee.

"Mmm… I like your jeans. They fit you very well." I say and work my hand up to the outside of his thigh and start to go to the inside, out, inside, out. His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens. Still holding his beer, Eric takes a quick sip and swallows hard.

"And your shirt," I go on moving my hand up his inner thigh to his stomach, "I like the pretty colors." Again Eric takes a hard sip and asks in a tight voice, "What are you doing."

"Just complimenting you," I reply and slip my hand under his shirt and rub back and forth.

"You're 19," he says. I've got a feeling he's sober now, cause most people wouldn't care.

"So?" I ask removing my hand from his abs and start to stroke his face, "You've got soft pretty skin."

"I'm 17, I'm underage." he says.

"Your lips are so pretty," I say like a little child and trace his mouth with my thumb.

"Dude, you're going to get into trouble," he speaks around my finger.

"No one will know," I tell him softly trying to get him to give in. I know he wants this.

"We'll be secret lovers," I continue and finally pull him in and kiss him. I don't get an immediate reaction, but after a bit of hesitation, Eric finally kisses me back. We battle for dominance with our tongues, me winning of course, and I run my hands through his hair just as I imagined so many times. I can't believe someone's hair could be this soft. I love the feel of it. His hands wind up on my hips and under my shirt as I push him down so that I now lay on top of him and I gently push my weight onto him, and straddle his hips. I pull away from his mouth and begin to kiss his neck, nibbling and licking at the pulse. I enjoy the moans of pleasure that escape his lips and continue in hopes of hearing more of this amazing sound. I run my hands under his shirt and pull it off, sitting up just to pull mine off and go to his strong, hard, pale, hairless, which I'm grateful for, chest. I kiss down to his waistline and slip my fingers under his jeans loving the way his breath hitches. I go back to his mouth, claiming my dominance again and start to unbutton his jeans and slide them off, letting my fingers linger on his legs, and then throw them to the side and begin to work on my own. Once free from the denim Eric looks even hotter, sweat on his chest and stomach, hair dampened, and only in tight boxer shorts.

"Dude, you don't know how long I've wanted this." I whisper huskily in his ear and gently bite down on his earlobe feeling him shudder underneath me. I'm about to slide off his boxers when he grabs my hand and says in a tight voice, "If we have sex you're going to go to jail."

"No one will know," I tell him again.

"No." he says sternly and takes my hand away from his crotch area, "I think it'd be best if you left Justin." I sigh and realize that I'm not going to be able to win this fight so I kiss him one last time before I get up and retrieve my clothes. Sadly, he does to, but not before I get one more good look at him.

"So I'll call you?" I ask.

"Justin, I'm underage-" he starts.

"Good, I'll call you." I cut him off and walk out the door.

Like it? Love it? Hate it? Well Review please and tell me what you think. Now I'm going to do another chapter with, for those who've seen the episode or will see it, with the sneak out thing they talked about, but didn't show.

love ya!

~Swirley