I was writing this in my friends ask box and decided to adapt and finish it.


Jeff scanned the halls of Dalton Academy, taking in the posh feel it gave off; luckily, his parents had scraped off enough money to send him to the famous zero-tolerance against bullying school that was quickly to become his haven. He glanced round the students, feeling himself sink in instead of the way he stuck out at his old school. He didn't see it as a bad thing, it was pleasant to not feel like everyone was melting holes in his back, silently want him dead. He continued walking to his set dorm, stopping to gaze at the labelled door he had been assigned, a sign hung over it reading: '36'. He gulped down the breath of air he had no idea he was holding, reached out his hand and entered the room; he was not expecting the scent of cigarettes to greet him immediately, he spluttered, trying to see through the smoke, however all he saw was a darkish figure, obviously wearing the Dalton uniform, his dark hair was styled so that it was spiked up. He moved closer towards the figure, only to be greeted by a beautiful dark face, eye-liner over his eyes, slightly twisting his lip ring, his lips curved up into a smirk at the blonde haired boy in front of him.

"S'up?" the mystery man asked him, suddenly lifting his posture up at the sight of the boy in front of him, his legs that were once sprawled out were now crossed in front of him, elbow resting on his right knee holding yet another cigarette in his hand.

"I'm your new roomate," Jeff told him shyly, captivated at how gorgeous the man was, once he realised he was staring for just too long his sight flickered to a random pack of cigarettes that were scattered on what seemed to be his roomate's desk.

"Wow, that thought-" he cut himself off, not wanting to come off rude to the boy, he did want to get into his pants. He chuckled when he saw that the blondie was avoiding his eyes. He stubbed his lit fag into the ash tray on his end table, just after taking his last breath from it. He motioned for Jeff to lean down to where he was, which he reluctantly did, and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to fuck you by the end of this week." Jeff bit his lip to release a moan, but unsuccessfully held in the shiver the mystery man's sultry voice gave him, his breath strangely making his eyes want to roll back into his head. 'No Jeff, he's probably going to fuck you then dump you. He's not worth it.'

"Whatever your head is telling you right now, I'm not just going to fuck you then leave you, don't be so prejudgemental. I do have a heart. And if you were wondering my name's Nick, but you can call me 'Master' or 'The Greatest Fuck I'm Yet To Have'." Nick whispered in his ear, Jeff's eyes softly closed as the warmth of his breath ghosted his ears sending shivers down his spine, also making his blood rush down south.

"And what makes you think I'm going to give into you?" he questioned, only to moan when he felt Nick's hands brush over his crotch. "You know I could file for sexual harassment."

"You're not going to and you know that," the dark haired boy pulled his hand away, turned on his heel and left the bright room.

"I can see he's going to be the death of me, I'm in for a whale of a time," Jeff sighed, moving over to his side of the room to unpack his things, glancing at a picture of Nick, obviously with his family, holding what he presumed to be a younger sibling or cousin. He smiled at the picture then continued unpacking. 'Maybe I shouldn't be so pre-judgemental next time.'