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Boarding School Hell

Wyatt Halliwell woke up from the sound of an alarm blaring. The sound was coming from Chris' nightstand, but Chris was nowhere about. As he slowly got up and turned the alarm off, he heard the door shutting behind him. The blonde 17-year-old turned to see his roommate in just a towel wrapped around his waist and water all over him. He could see his well-toned abs and arms, he may not have been as muscular as Wyatt but his body was definitely nothing to complain about.

"Morning." Chris smiled as he watched Wyatt moved to his wardrobe to get the towel that was hanging on the door.

"Morning." The Halliwell replied, yawning slightly.

"There's no-one in the showers, I'd go now and fast." Chris just stood still as Wyatt walked towards him and stopped inches away from him.

"What if I don't wanna go right now?" Wyatt pulled the boy in front of him in for a kiss, to which Chris responded but only for a second.

"Go on mister," the brunette smiled, "Shower, now." He watched as Wyatt left the room and then sighed. This was going to get awkward at some stage and he knew it. They had already said last night that nobody could find out about this, especially not yet. They were into the third day back, well Wyatt was on his third day here, and they were already starting a relationship, too many people would have too much bad stuff to say about it, even Chris' own friends would have something bad to say about it, namely 'you should never start a relationship with you roommate'.

Chris was just putting his shirt on when Wyatt walked back into the room, in a towel around his waist. He stared at the body in front of him, it was nothing he had not seen the past two days but now there was more behind it. Now, Chris could be open with what he was feeling and Wyatt would not freak out if Chris stared for that second too long.

"Like what you see?" Wyatt asked, seeing that his brunette roommate was staring at him. He saw as Chris smirked and finished getting dressed, "Random question, is there anywhere to go running around here?"

"You run?" Chris tilted his head to one side, with a smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, why? Bad thing?"

"Good thing. I go running all the time. We can go later on today if you want, I'll show you one of the best routes."

"Is that a good idea?" Wyatt smiled, raising his eyebrows, to which Chris laughed at.

"Just go for a run, that's all."

Interrupting their conversation was a knock at the door and Titch and Stick popping their heads around the door.

"You ready?" Titched asked and then looked at Wyatt, "Maybe not."

"Give us two seconds."

The day seemed to go without a hitch, Wyatt decided against trying out for the basketball team. He would rather have Chris as a friend, well a little more than a friend, than play a sport that even though he enjoyed it was going to compromise who he really was. Something he never though he would do, but boarding school really was changing him. During his free period he decided to go to the library to catch up on some work, since he had realised just how much he had missed while being home schooled. As much as Piper and Leo were great parents to him, they were useless teachers. Leo was a doctor and had to spend most of his time at the hospital, which was not his fault, and Piper had her own restaurant and often left it to Wyatt to do a problem himself while she checked on it. He loved them both, but was actually relieved he was going back to school, even if it was going to be a boarding school. As he sat down and got his books out of his bag, he started to think about last night. The kiss with Chris was absolutely amazing, but he still could not help feel that there was something wrong. He had never had a thought about a guy like that once, purely female, and now not only was he checking out his roommate's body, he was kissing him, getting turned on by Chris' touch. Wyatt was confused, as much as everything should have seemed totally wrong to him – after all he was straight – it still seemed right, and like Chris had said last night, do what seems right.

"Halliwell, wasn't expecting to see you in here." Wyatt looked up to see Naff walking over to him, "Mind if I sit?" The Halliwell shook his head, allowing the brown haired male to sit down. He looked around, there were plenty of free tables, Naff obviously had something to say to him.

"How you finding it?"

"Finding what?"

"The school? It's a change from being at a normal public school, trust me I know." Dane was talking from experience, and Wyatt knew, the first day he had found out that he had come to the school a year later than most, after moving from Boston, "You get scared of losing who you really are."

"Where is this going?" Wyatt shook his head, realising how harsh he had just sounded. He just watched as Naff sighed and then looked into his eyes.

"You and Chris, that's where it's going."

"Me and Chris?" Wyatt laughed, "What about me and Chris?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you," Naff explained to the blonde haired teenager, "He likes you and I know you're struggling to figure out in your head what you feel. But I'll tell you now, getting with your roommate is one of the biggest mistakes you could ever make." Wyatt gasped in shock at what the 17-year-old was telling him. What did he really know?

"Me and Chris are roommates, and I'm completely straight…" Now who was he trying to convince? Naff or himself? "There's nothing there for Chris, just friendship, ok." He could see a small smile playing on Naff's lips as the brunette sat back in his chair.

"It's cool, dude, none of us have any problem if you're gay, bi, whatever. I'm just telling you that this place can make you doubt who you really are. It did with me when I first got here. Back in Boston I played football for my high school, well junior football, I was only a freshman, but still I got here and thought that that was what I'd do here, but then I got hanging around with Chris and Titch, and realised that the whole jock scene really wasn't me. And I know you're going through the same thing."

"You don't know what I'm going through." I bet he never kissed his roommate.

"Ok, maybe not completely," Naff nodded, "But trust me, don't do something that you don't think is right. Just go with the flow and don't fight anything."

"This is going back onto me and Chris, isn't it?" the blonde haired 17-year-old sighed, now leaning back in the chair and folding his arms. He could see his friend nod slightly and then titled his head to the side.

"I'm just saying that if it feels right then don't be ashamed of it, who cares what people around here think," Naff sat forward, placing his hands on the table, "But getting with your roommate is a bad idea, and Chris should know that, and should have warned you."

"Why is it a bad idea?" Wyatt laughed slightly, starting to feel nervous that Naff had somehow found out. Had Chris said something to him? Or was it that obvious?

"Because if you two fall out, you still have to live with him, right?" Naff answered, "You still have to share a room with him, and there's no way around that. Hating your roommate is never a good thing."

For the rest of the day, Wyatt thought about what Naff had said in the library. He had to think about what he was feeling. Was it all just because it was something new? Or maybe he did really like Chris.

By now he was sat back in his room, waiting for his roommate to get back so they could go for their run. Maybe he could talk to him then about it all. The door slamming took Wyatt out of his thoughts. He looked around to see Chris grabbing a bag and packing.

"What's up?"

"Can we take a rain check on the run, I gotta get home."

Wyatt looked towards the brunette, he could see flashes of worry in his sea green eyes.

"What's happened?" The Halliwell knew there was only one person back home for Chris and it was his grandfather. The only reason he would have to go home would be for him, which meant something had happened for him to have to go home three days into the semester.

"It's nothing," Chris shook his head, his heart racing as he tried not to show what he was really feeling, "Really nothing." But that was a lie. Chris had the worst news he could have had. His grandfather was in hospital with lung cancer and there was nothing anybody could do to help. He had been given a month to live, something Chris did not need to hear. His granddad was the only person left in his family, the person that looked after him for the last nearly four years. The Perry threw some clothes into the bag, but they missed landing on the bed. He picked the clothes back up and threw them back to the bag, this time going where he wanted them to.

"Chris?"

"IT'S NOTHING!"

Their eyes met, and finally Chris let the feelings come to the surface. The fear, the worry, the sadness. The thought of losing his grandfather scared the life out of him. Wyatt's hands went to Chris' shoulders, as their eyes stayed locked.

"Chris, what's happened?" Wyatt looked straight into the sea greens eyes, searching for answers, but not receiving any. Suddenly, tears formed in the 17-year-olds eyes, "Chris, talk to me."

"I've got to get home," Chris shook his head, trying to pull away from the muscular blonde, but Wyatt would not loosen his grip on the brunette's shoulders, "Wyatt, I have to get home. My grandpa's got a month to live, I have to see him."

Wyatt felt as if his heart stopped beating as Chris finally explained the problem. His eyes grew wide with shock, fate was playing a cruel game with the boy, taking away his only family away from him.

Chris wiped a stray tear that was falling down his cheek and moved away from his roommate, going back to packing his bag.

"I'm just going home for a few days, see what's going on. He's the only family I've got and vice versa," Chris felt the tears running down his cheeks, and kicked himself for doing it in front of Wyatt, "I just…damn it!"

But Wyatt never saw his emotions as weakness, instead he pulled him into a hug and sat him down on the bed, pushing the bag to the floor.

"Talk to me, what's actually happened?"

"He's…erm…got lung cancer and never thought about telling me. He thought he could beat it, but I just got a call from the hospital. I don't understand why he never told me, what did he really think he was going to achieve from it?" Chris burst into tears from the fear and the anger, and allowed Wyatt to hold him, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be…"

"Don't be sorry," Wyatt interrupted his roommate, "You can cry all you want. God, Chris, I don't know what I'd be like in your position, just talk to me if you need to." Chris leaned forward, running his hands through his brunette hair, while Wyatt rubbed his back slowly in circles.

"Thanks." He whispered slightly, scared that if he spoke any louder, Wyatt would hear his voice crack from the lump at the back of his throat.

"What are friends for?" Wyatt smiled, making Chris sit up and look into his blue eyes again. Wyatt moved his hand, to wipe a fallen tear from Chris' cheek with his thumb, but left his hand on his cheek. He could see a weak smile forming on the brunette's face and kissed it lightly, "What are boyfriend's for?" Wyatt finally said, making Chris' eyes glisten under the tears. Wyatt moved closer, so their lips touched again, this time a little heavier than a few seconds before, and moved his hand from Chris' cheek to the silky brown hair.

Chris felt comfort as Wyatt kissed him gently, and opened his lips to allow Wyatt's tongue to snake it's way in to the fairly new territory. The eldest teenager felt himself being laid on the bed by his roommate, and a hand on his thigh, making him moan slightly.

As Wyatt heard the moan escape from Chris' throat, he moved his hand further up the teen's leg, rubbing it gently as his kisses became more passionate. Everything that Naff had said to him began to come back, Do what you think is right, and don't fight anything. This is right, Wyatt thought to himself, as he felt Chris' hand touch his own, This definitely feels right.

"Hmm…Wy…" Chris moaned through the kisses, "Wy, stop…"

"Why?" Wyatt stopped kissing and looked into Chris' eyes, slightly worried, did this not feel right to him?

"I seriously have to pack, I'm leaving in an hour."

"It won't take you an hour to pack, will it?" The Halliwell kissed his lover again, this time moving the kisses to Chris' neck and ear, hearing more moans coming from Chris.

"No…but…I gotta…Oh fuck, Wy!"

Chris rolled Wyatt onto his back and climbed on top of him, kissing, sucking and biting his neck, ear and lips, while his hard member began to throb. Chris began laying kisses on Wyatt's chest as he undid the buttons of his shirt hungrily.

Wyatt sat up to take off his shirt, and wrapped his strong arms around his lover, pulling him towards him and then began to undo the buttons on his shirt, lust getting the better of them. Their kisses stopped being gentle, and were hard and hungry, both never wanting their bodies to part each other.

Chris laid his lover back on the bed, sucking on his nipples gently at first, teasing him.

"Chris…" he heard Wyatt moan his name, "Fuck me…" Chris smiled and moved up to his ear. Wyatt felt the warm breath of the 17-year-old on his ear and neck, turning him on even more his hard-on now aching.

"Not today, when I get back," Chris whispered and slipped his hand down Wyatt's pants, "But I will give you a hand."

Wyatt gasped in pleasure, as he felt Chris' hand grasping his hard member. The bed began to move, so Wyatt opened his eyes to see Chris now laying at the side of him, watching his face while he played. His face in a smile, as Wyatt's showed the pleasure he was receiving. Their eyes locked again, as Chris moved his free hand to brush part of Wyatt's blonde curls away from his eyes.

"You ok?" Chris smiled, but all Wyatt could do was nod in reply. Anything he was saying was coming out as moans of pleasure. Soon, the pleasure was too much, and Wyatt grabbed the bed, biting his lip, as he felt himself explode into Chris' hand. As he slowed his breathing down, he saw Chris stand up, clean his hand off and go back to packing.

"Oh no…" Wyatt smiled pulling Chris back to the bed, and unfastening his trousers, returning the favour.

"Wy, you don't have to," Chris said as he felt Wyatt grasping his still hard member, "I can sort myself out."

"No chance," Wyatt answered, as he kissed Chris' neck gently, "Not after that."

Once Chris had gone, Wyatt laid on his bed that night alone in his room, thinking about the day. Any thoughts that he had against his relationship with Chris had gone out of the window in the hour before Chris had left. Everything he had done with Chris felt right, now he just had to find a way of telling his parents.

ok there will be a little more in the next chapter, i just had to throw all that in, to show that Wyatt was still confused about everything. :D So what did you think? Review to let me know, please?