Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): AU, Slash, Threesome, Teacher/Student, BDSM, pain kink, domestic violence, etc.


"What the hell kind of question is that? I already said that I love you. What more do you want? Do you want me to climb onto the school's roof and fucking shout it so that everyone can hear? Do you want me to get a tattoo of your name?" Jay hissed.

All of a sudden, Adam burst into tears. They poured down his cheeks in uneven waves, and no matter how hard he tried; he was unable to control them. With a small, startled sort of sound, he tried to wipe them away. However, the tears were faster. Eventually, he just let them fall. Jay could only stare as they mapped a familiar course down Adam's rosy cheeks, coating his ivory skin and making him look like a broken, aching angel. He just wanted to take him in his arms and hold him.

Adam tried to force out words, but it was difficult to form them around the choking sobs that were stuck in his throat. Jay felt his heart break as the blond bowed his head, fluffy hair falling down in front of his face. Without wasting another minute, he closed the distance between the two of them and scooped Adam into his arms. At first, the taller blond tried to fight it. However, he soon realized that that was useless and calmed down, sagging into Jay's chest and sobbing into his boyfriend's chest.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to go off on you like that." Jay whispered, stroking Adam's soft hair as he rocked them back and forth soothingly. "I just… Damn it, I don't know. Just pleaseplease stop crying."

"I-I'm n-not c-crying." Adam stuttered – he was proved a hypocrite seconds later when he sobbed into Jay's chest.

"Oh, yeah? Then why is my shirt all wet?" Jay asked. He continued to mutter sweet nothings to his boyfriend.

At first, Adam didn't say anything. He simply sniffled and clenched his fists around Jay's shirt. "I d-don't… I don't know. Maybe y-you're sweating o-or s-something."

Jay kissed his forehead, drawing him in closer and clutching him into his chest. "Calm down, sweetie. I don't want you to hyperventilate on me. Just take a deep breath and close your eyes. I'm not going anywhere."

"I-I'm… I'm not… I just… I just want to hear you say it." Adam said.

"What? You want to hear me say 'I love you'?" Adam nodded. "I love you, baby. Honestly."

"Really?" Adam peered over his lashes, hopeful.

"Yeah, baby. Really." Jay kissed the tears away from his boyfriend's cheeks, pulling him just a little bit closer. "Do you feel better now?" He asked, noticing the tears drying on his cheeks.

Adam nodded, drained of absolutely all energy. He bit down on the inside of his mouth, looking at his boyfriend sheepishly. Normally, they would have tried for another round or two. Their average was four or five rounds per night, after all. But after only two, Adam was almost certain that, if he tried, he wouldn't be able to move. Jay got the hint. Without a word, he stretched Adam's lithe body out and slid him underneath the blankets on his Queen-sized bed.

Adam smiled at him, nuzzling into Jay's chest and allowing his eyes to slide closed. His cheeks were still soaked with his tears, but now that Jay had told him the truth, he had calmed down considerably. Jay snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him in just a wee bit closer. He wanted to say something comforting to his love, but he didn't exactly know what to say. What could you say when your lover of two years doubted your love for them? What words could be said to convince them otherwise?

"You know what, Jay-Jay?" Adam said, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"What is it, Addy?" Jay asked, stroking his cheek gently. He wanted him as calm as possible.

Adam looked up, smiling at his lover sweetly. He kissed Jay's lips, before settling down on the pillow and closing his eyes. "I love you too." He whispered, before falling asleep.


Jeff thrust into Adam's tight channel, pinning his thin wrists to the bed as he made quick work of the blond's body. Adam had been quite clear about what he wanted. Instant gratification. That was all Jeff was to him. A quick fuck. He had all of the love that he needed with Jay. But still, Jeff couldn't help but wonder, if he was that in love with Jay, why was he in bed with him? Maybe Jay really was boring in bed. His thrusts slowed as he contemplated this, frustrating the lithe blond beneath him.

"What are you doing up there, Jeff? Planning out your grocery list? C'mon, I need more…" Adam moaned, thrusting his hips up to meet Jeff's. He clenched down, drawing Jeff further inside of him.

"Why are you here with me? Why here, when you could be out with Jay?" Jeff asked, his thrusts stilling.

Adam stared up at him. "Maybe I don't want to be with Jay. Maybe I want to be with you. Ever think of that?"

"Did you want to be with my brother, too? Or Shawn? Hunter? Randy?" Jeff could feel his heart beat start to increase. He felt sick, thinking that Adam – his precious, precious Adam – had been with his own brother.

"Let's not think about that, baby. I'll explain it all later. But right now…" he sank down, taking in more of Jeff's girth.

When he clenched down the second time, Jeff could no longer refuse him. He may have had a strong will, but nobody's will was that strong. He started a fast and brutal pace, sinking into Adam's tight channel and hooking a hand around Adam's cock. He worked his hand up and down in fast strokes, barely acknowledging Adam's muttered warning before he came. He didn't even get off before Adam slid out of bed and started to dress. And just like that, he was gone.