Chapter inspiration: Sexbomb (Tom Jones and Mousse T)
Sebastian Smythe walked through the front doors of Dalton Academy. He looked around with a bored look on his face. It was his first day at the prep school and wanted nothing more than to be out of it. However, his father, state's attorney Richard Smythe, had had enough of his son's "shenanigans"—as he put it—and paid two years' tuition in order to have Sebastian out of the house and into a decent education.
Sebastian looked down at the paper in his hand; he would board in room 37 with a boy named Joel Richardson. On his way there, he researched Dalton Academy on his phone and found that the all-male institution had a glee club known as the Warblers that were very popular all over the internet. He blew out one side of his mouth and lugged his overstuffed suitcase upstairs. Approaching room 37, he heard something coming from room 36. Curious, Sebastian pressed his ear to the door and heard moaning. He smirked, immediately thinking that two guys were going at it in there.
"Nick, stop!" A voice whined. Sebastian couldn't resist; he opened the door to find two boys—one tall and blond, the other short and dark-haired—standing in their undershirts. No pants were down or anything but they both looked mortified.
"Uh, hi," the brunet said, his hair disheveled. "You new here?" Sebastian leaned on the door frame and nodding, his smirk growing. "It's not what you think. I mean, Jeff's my boyfriend and everything, but..." The boy was silent for a moment before stepping forward, offering his hand. "I'm Nick."
"Sebastian Smythe." Sebastian walked into the room and looked around. Posters of popular pop and rock stars plastered the walls, along with a small corner devoted to snapshots of boys in blazers.
"Hi, I'm Jeff!" The blond said excitedly, sticking his hand right in Sebastian's face. Nick chuckled and put his hand on Jeff's shoulder.
"Relax, Jeffy. He's new. Don't freak him out on the first day." Nick pulled Jeff back a couple steps.
"So you guys are boyfriend-boyfriend?" Sebastian folded his arms across his chest and looked the two boys up and down.
"Yep! I love my Nicky!" Jeff hugged Nick around the waist and Nick blushed, clearly embarrassed
"So what room are you in?" Nick pried the hyperactive blond off of him and sat on his bed, pulling his blazer on.
"Thirty-seven. You know, if I'm going to be right next door, am I going to hear the unending affairs of Nick and Jeff?" Nick's blush darkened. "Kidding."
"You're in room thirty-seven? Have you met Joel yet?" Sebastian shook his head. Nick and Jeff looked at each other and back at Sebastian.
"What's wrong? Is he crazy?" Nick bit his lip and looked at Jeff, who nodded.
"I don't know how to put this without sounding mean," he said.
"Just tell him, Nick. Best he finds out now before he sees it for himself." Jeff put an arm on Nick's shoulder.
"Joel's far from the nicest guy in the world. I mean, he's vain, dishonest, perverted..."
"And those are just the nice things," a new voice said. A short brunet stood at the door, a lit cigarette dangling in his mouth. "Talking about me behind my back? Really? I always said you two represented the good of Dalton."
"Joel, put out the cigarette!" Jeff snatched it from his mouth and went into the bathroom to flush it. A moment later, he returned. "Remember what happened last time you were caught smoking in the building?"
"It was just the usual slap on the wrist," Joel scoffed. "You should chill, Sterling. And who's this?" Joel examined Sebastian up and down and his own smirk appeared.
"Your new roommate Sebastian Smythe," Nick introduced. "Sebastian, this is Joel."
"It's a pleasure. I've needed a new roomie." Joel walked around Sebastian, looking at him from all possible angles.
"Because Skylar couldn't take all those guys you had over," Jeff pointed out. Joel rolled his eyes and hitched himself up on the drawers.
"Skylar's problem was that he didn't know how to have a good time." Joel turned to Sebastian. "Do you know how to have a good time?"
"I do, actually, and you might have something to do with that." Joel did a double-take when he realized what Sebastian was implying.
"Oh, hell yes, I got the roommate. Come on, Sebastian Smythe, I'm taking you to your bed." Joel picked up Sebastian's luggage without any hesitation and set off towards the room. Nick and Jeff looked at Sebastian.
"Be careful, Sebastian," Nick warned. "I heard he's into some weird shit."
"I can handle myself, but thanks, guys." Sebastian shut the door on his way out.
"We're not getting any sleep tonight, are we?" Jeff asked. Nick shook his head.
