A/N: Jess and Melanie are both my creation. Melanie can be borrowed if asked (as long as you promise to have her home by her ten o clock curfew, of course) but Jess s grounded at the moment. Sorry! Hope you like this smut!

Charlie looked among the shelves in his closet, desperate to find something to wear. He had finally been invited to another party, one where he hoped desperately to get laid- something that hadn't happened in a really, really long time. Too long for Charlie. Finally, having resided to himself that he had nothing to wear, he pulled one of his old silk shirts out of his closet. It was black and felt cool against his warm skin, flushed with anticipation. He tried his best to spike his hair as he slipped in to the only pair of jeans he owns. Charlie slipped his feet in to his black tennis shoes and checked himself once over in the mirror. He smiled, noticing his dimples and thanking God yet again for making him as handsome as he was. It had most definitely come in handy. Charlie grabbed his Wellton letter jacket, which was covered in letters from both track and crew, and headed out the door.

Charlie walked silently out the front door and across the cold grounds. He didn't bother to say good bye to any of his friends. They were all busy. Meeks and Pitts were bowling with some friends who were visiting from California, and Knox was out with Chris. He would have said goodbye to Todd, but he remembered Todd saying something about having to go see Ms. Keating and talk about a paper or something like that. So Charlie slipped his arms in to his jacket and shoved his hands in to his pockets. It was surprisingly cold out, and Charlie grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket, shoving it in to his mouth and lighting it. As he walked, he realized how grateful he would be to have a car. But he knew that he wouldn't get a car until he graduated...if he graduated. Charlie shook his head and turned his thoughts to Ms. Keating.

He had to admit to himself that she was a good teacher, even if she wasn't John. Mr. Keating had changed Charlie's world. Charlie had started the year feeling like literature and poetry weren't ever gonna help him or be needed. He had sat in Mr. Keating's class that first day, preparing to tune out yet another lecture by yet another bad teacher on yet another bad subject. But Mr. Keating had been able to surprise Charlie- something that was not easily accomplished. Charlie was not the kind of guy who was easily surprised. But, by midterms, when Charlie had begun looking forward to English class everyday and had become more and more involved with the dead poets society, he was surprised at the change within himself. Charlie ran down the hill on the outskirts of Wellton property quickly, picking up the pace as he reached the main road.

He walked quickly, knowing he was already late to the party. The party was being held by the daughter of some of his parent's friends. Charlie had known her since he was five. Her name was Jess and she was one of those really nice girls who also had a really wild streak. She was having the party while her parents were out for the night. Charlie was really glad he'd been invited. Most of Jess's friends were really hot and really easy too. An invitation to Jess's party was an invitation to have sex, probably more than once with more than one person. Instinctively, Charlie reached around to his other back pockets and felt for the condoms he had stuffed there hurriedly. He counted four, and hoped that it would be enough. About a mile down the road from Wellton, Charlie reached the front gate and rang the buzzer. Another thing about Jess was that, like his, her parents were filthy, disgustingly rich. Soon the gate buzzed and opened, like the cave of the forty thieves, leading Charlie to gather a treasure he desperately wanted.

Charlie reached the front door and smiled, feeling the pavement shaking beneath him. Coming from what sounded like the basement was loud rock music, so loud Charlie was surprised that the police hadn't been called. He rang the door bell, even though he knew no one would answer. Charlie was just getting ready to head to the back door when the one right in front of him swung open to reveal one of Jess's friends.

Melanie Carmichael stood in front of Chalice Dalton, her skirt at mid-thigh and he top plunging low, revealing the top of her cleavage. She looked at Charlie with a drunken glaze and smiled slowly.

"Um, hi. I'm Charlie. Charlie Dalton."

"Charlie Dalton....oh, I've heard about you! You're Jess's friend! The one who guys to that guy's school, right?"

"Um...yeah. That's me. Can I come in?"

"Of course, silly! It's a party! Come on in!"

Melanie pulled Charlie by the hand and quickly laced her fingers through his. She led him downstairs, past the stereo, to the bar. They entered the group of kids and Charlie noticed Jess standing in the middle, surrounded by hot girls and guys at all different stages in incoherent drunkenness. Charlie took a place in the circle and looked around, smiling at the girls and nodding to the guys. He saw Melanie cross to Jess and whisper something in her ear. Jess shot him a look and then looked back at Charlie. He looked at both of them, confused, and before he had a chance to figure out what was going on, Melanie was back at his side and tugging at his hand again. She was leading him back upstairs. The walked up to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Sorry. It's just too loud down there and I wanted to talk. You know, Jess has told me a lot about you, Nuwanda."

Charlie looked at her, suddenly recalling a letter he had written to Jess about six moths ago, telling her all about the dead poet's society and his nickname and Mr. Keating. He smiled and scooted a little closer to Melanie on the couch. He slipped his arm around her shoulder smoothly.

"Well, you say you know a lot about me, but I'm afraid I don't know anything about you. I don't even know your name."

"Melanie Carmichael. Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you to, Melanie Carmichael."

Charlie had heard a lot about Melanie over the years from Jess. Melanie used to live in New York and had gone to a Catholic school there. She had been kicked out for smoking and getting caught having sex in her room one Friday. Her parents had been livid and ended up sending her to a private school in Maine, the same school Jess happened to go to. If only her parents had known how much more trouble she would end up getting in to over the years with Jess. And it looked like tonight would end up being just one more night of trouble.

Melanie scooted closer to Charlie on the couch, leaning in so that her head was on his shoulder. She was obviously drunk, but Charlie didn't care at this point. He had a clear view down her shirt, and he was growing hard just from the sight of her two large breasts which he knew were just dying to be touched. He felt her breath on his neck and began to quiver. He cleared his throat, hoping the action would clear his mind as well. He shifted, arranging his pants in a desperate attempt to id his swelling erection.

"So tell me...what's it like to go to an all boy's school? Do you guys really give each other bj's when you get too desperate for girls?"

"Not exactly. Jacking off may be one thing, but you'll get your ass beat in more ways than one if they catch you with another guy at Hell-ton. What about at St. Mary's? Do the girls really eat each other out when they get to desperate for guys?"

Melanie leaned in close, whispering in Charlie's ear, "Maybe we do. Maybe we don't. It depends."

Charlie closed his eyes and tried his hard to think of things to rid himself of his still growing erection, "On what?"

"On how excited that'll get you," Melanie placed a kiss on Charlie's neck, running her other hand though his hair before she sat back on the couch. He looked at her, surprised and excited. He shook his head at her tease and leaning forward, taking his hand from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her to him.

He pressed his lips to hers forcefully, feeling her respond to his urge. She allowed her mouth to open and accepted his tongue in to her mouth, letting him explore. She returned the favor as Charlie ran his hands gingerly up her sides and settled on her back, just below her bra straps. He began to undo her clasp as she reached down and began to rub his hard cock through the tough denim. Just as he was about to come he pulled away and scooted to the other end of the couch. He was getting to excited and needed to calm down- this was the first time he had been with a girl since he had brought two girls to the cave, and he wanted to enjoy it- not waste it on a make out session. He looked at Melanie and smiled.

"Lets go upstairs. I just don't think that this couch is gonna end up begin big enough for the both of us."

Charlie grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs. He opened the first door he found and was glad to see that he was a bedroom. He ushered Melanie in and turned to close the door. Before he had even had time to turn back around he felt her hands at the waist of his jeans. He smiled and turned around as her hand undid the first button of his jeans. He reached back and slipped his hand gently under her shirt and quickly undid her bra. He then put his hands at the base of her shirt and began to slide it above her head. She happily complied and let both the shirt and the bra fall quietly to the floor. He smiled at seeing her breasts free, her nipples pert in the cold room air. He embraced her again, wrapping his hands around her waist as her hands went back to the waistband of his jeans. He felt his jeans fall to the floor and e stepped out of them, kicking them aside quickly. He reached back around and found the zipper to her skirt. He began to pull it down slowly as he moved to her neck, kissing her tenderly below her ear. He heard her moan softly and his erection stiffened again. He unzipped her skirt the rest of the way quickly and walked her back towards the bed. He lay her down gently and kissed her forcefully as she unbuttoned his shirt quickly. She sat up slightly and began kissing his chest, sucking lightly and nibbling on each nipple. Charlie felt a moan escape his lips and he leaned down to find her mouth. He kissed her again, running his hands through her hair. He felt her hand make his way down his back and reach under the elastic waist band of his boxers. He felt her wrap her and around his erection and begin to pump, slowly at first, so slowly it made Charlie crazy with anticipation. Her pace quickened, and Charlie was so close to coming that he couldn't stand it. But he wanted to wait- he wanted to make sure that he enjoyed this. He didn't know when he would have the opportunity for something like this again. So he reached down and removed her hand from his shaft, looking her in the eyes and smiling.

"My turn," he whispered. He kissed her passionately, slipping his hand below her cotton panties. He found the place he was looking for- the place he didn't ever had any trouble finding- and began to rub in slow, small circles. He heard Melanie gasp before giggling and moaning slightly. He could tell that she was enjoying this, and that fact drove him even crazier. He slowly slipped one finger inside her and continued rubbing in faster circles, this time moving one finger in and out slowly as well. When she was good and wet, Charlie kissed his way down her stomach and slipped her panties down and over her waist, leaving them bunched around her ankles. Charlie took a mouthful of her and heard her scream in satisfaction. He continued until her breath came in short gasps and he was able to make out the words, "I'm coming."

"Not yet you're not," Charlie slid back up and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He guided his huge erection to her dripping hole and entered her slowly. She was tight, and Charlie loved the feel of her. As they both entered a rhythm that was good for them, Charlie closed his eyes, hoping to cherish every moment that he was spending with Melanie. Charlie bit his lip in pleasure, letting a small moan escape his lips as the rhythm they were keeping sped up. Charlie began to moan louder, looking down to see Melanie's beautiful face as he felt himself reach his climax.

The face that stared back at him smile,d his brown wyws twinkling. His cockeyed smile grew and his soft brown hair fell in to a natural part, the pieces at his forehead glistening with sweat. Charlie, as surprisedas he was, was happy, deep inside. As he looked in to the eyes in front of him, he felt himself come. He eard himself moan his new lovers name, "Ohhh....mmm....Knox..."

Melanie looked up at him, surprised. The moment for her was gone.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. All I did was moan. I should have told you that I'm a noisy guy."

"No, no, no. There was more than that. You said someone's name."

"No, I didn't. I never say names."

"But you did. You said...Knox. you most definitely said Knox. Who's Knox?"

"I don't know. I don't even know anyone named Knox. You were hearing things, I swear."

"Look, I know what I heard. If you want to deny that you're obviously a queer, than that is your deal."

"What the fuck are you talking about, queer? Do queers have sex with women?"

"No, but queers do say guys names when they come."

"Look, I fucking told you that I didn't say anything. So get off of it! "

Charlie was livid with rage. He couldn't help shouting at Melanie. He jumped quickly back in to his clothes and ran a nervous hand through his hair. He plowed down the stairs and slammed it behind him. He shoved his hand in to his back pocket and brought out a cigarette. He reached for his lighter but his hands were shaking too badly to light the cigarette. Charlie grew frustrated and ripped the cigarette from his lips and threw it on the ground. He sat down on the die of the road and slammed his head in to his hands. The tears of rage were pouring down his cheeks. He was so angry at himself for opening his big mouth. It was bad enough he had come to Knox's face again, but to admit it...to say it out loud. It was bad enough that sine his dream, every time he masturbated he thought about Knox, but to actually have sex and see his face...

Charlie sighed and stood up again, wiping his face. What did this mean? He couldn't actually be queer. He had just had sex with a woman and she had gotten him excited...but he had been thinking about Knox quite a bit. Charlie shook his head in frustration and decided to run back to school. He was early but decided the run would do him good.

He arrived back at his room sweaty, tired, and above all confused- three things Charlie hated feeling. He changed quickly in to his pajama bottoms and a dirty t-shirt he found lying on his floor. He sat on his bed and took out the book of early 19th century romantic poetry that had been assigned for his English class, but he just couldn't concentrate. Charlie decided to go to the bathroom for a drink of water.

On the way to the bathroom, he stopped in and said goodnight to Pitts and Meeks. He decided to say goodnight to Todd and Knox as well and was surprised to see their usually locked bedroom door left open. He opened the door lightly and was surprised to see no Todd and Knox asleep. The moonlight fell though a gap in the curtains on to Knox's sleeping face. The moon accented his high cheekbones and his full lips. Before he could stop himself, Charlie felt himself being dragged in to the room and standing above Knox's bed, staring at him. Charlie decided later that he could always just blame his actions on the power of the moon if anyone asked. Charlie bent down and softly brushed his hair to the side, and ten he leant down and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.

Charlie couldn't explain himself or his actions. He knew that he loved Knox like a brother, that women got him excited, that Knox made him come and that he was definitely confused. Charlie turned quickly on his heel and rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water in his face. He had definitely not expected this night to turn out the way it had. Charlie got his glass of water and hurried back to his room. He clicked off the light and snuggled down in to his old bed, feeling comforted by the feel of his old sheets. He closed his eyes and willed a dreamless sleep to come to him- quickly. The last thing he needed was a dream nightmare added to his real-life nightmare as well.