I don't want somebody to love me
just give me sex whenever I want it
'cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant Pleasure – Rufus Wainwright
Brian couldn't believe he was doing this. Brain Kinney teaching. Who would've thought? Definitely not himself…but he hadn't planned on that bastard framing him either and then getting him canned. Brian stared at himself in the mirror contemplating on what to wear and on what not to wear. A conversation that he had had with Lindsay the other night popped up into his memory. She had told him that he was going to teach a bunch of teenagers, not trying to wow a bunch of old geezers and win an account. She had strictly told him NO Armani. So, Brian complied and promised not to wear Armani. Plus, she was right. These were "young people" – Not senior citizens.
And he was twenty-nine. Far from being a senior citizen. He wanted to blend.
Or something.
So, no Armani. Sighing, Brian settled with a pair of jeans. Not just any jeans either. Brian didn't just have "any" jeans. All his pairs of jeans were name brand, expensive, and on him – fucking hot. No, he had on a pair of expensive 501s. They were his favorite pair of faded blue jeans. He liked the way they hung loosely on his hips and framed his perfect, all of him was perfect and he and everyone else knew that, legs. Next would be his torso. If it wasn't below zero degrees out there and snowing like there was no tomorrow he would've worn the infamous black, button up tank top that completed a lot of his outfits. But, no, thanks to the Christmas season he had to wear something else.
He got over it.
What he was wearing made him look fucking hot anyway.
Brian pulled on a long sleeved and, not to mention, very snug shirt. He figured that an expensive school full of rich, selfish brats would have the heater on so he didn't want to wear something too hot. He pulled on some expensive, everything he owned was expensive, leather shoes and, the one thing that he would wear that was Armani, his large black overcoat. And that was just until he reached the classroom that he would be assigned in. Lindsay wouldn't want him to freeze to death would she? That led to another conversation that she had talked with him about. Teachers didn't make loads of money. He had to be careful with what he bought and spent. He had quickly reminded her that he had enough money to last him the rest of his life into retirement.
He was loaded.
Then she had asked him if he really wanted to do this job. Of course he didn't really want to do it but he wasn't going to mind it. Part of the art that they had been doing was photography. Photography was Brian's thing. If Brian had not became the brilliant Ad executive that he had become then he would've been in photography. No doubt. He could remember the first time that he had used a camera. He had been thirteen; he and Michael were going to a summer camp that Debbie happened to be working at so they got in for free. His father had immediately agreed to letting him go – Anything to get his son out of his hair. Brian had readily agreed to go – Anything to get his father out of his hair.
It was at summer camp that Michael had shown Brian Debbie's camera. It was a nice camera. Not one of those ugly, shitty ones or one of those pointless disposable cameras. It was like "Pimp my camera". It had everything that a camera could have. All the things that a camera could have back then. Brian had gone crazy with it, talking pictures of everything that there was to take pictures of. The foliage, campers, camp leaders – Their leader at camp was fucking hot. How could he resist? -, Michael, Debbie…everything. Being the same cocky person he is today he had told himself that he had done a fucking awesome job. Debbie had called him a "genius with the camera" when she had flipped through the pictures on the last day of camp. One had particularly caught her eye – that of the lake right in the middle of camp. Secretly, it had been Brian's favorite too.
Debbie had even gotten him a "special" folder – Special folder had sounded kinda cool at the time - for his pictures so he could keep them protected and add new pictures that he happened to take while out of camp. Then he had returned to his "humble" home and back to the abusive nature of his father, Jack, and the unhelpful hands of his mother. So, when he returned home the folder had been tucked away under his mattress so his father wouldn't find it and do something drastic. Like rip the pictures to shreds. They were probably one of the most prized possessions that Brian had owned at the time. His father would do anything to ruin something Brian actually liked. So – he kept them secret. Easy.
Until he came home from school that one day.
- -
"What the fuck is this?"
Brian stood in front of his bedroom door in horror with Michael standing behind him cowering behind Brian's taller form to avoid the fiery and haunting gaze of Brian's drunk father. Brian and Michael had just gotten out of school and the thirteen and fourteen, Mikey was a year older, year olds were ready to get out of the brick prison and head over to Brian's house so he could retrieve a few things and then run over to Michael's. Michael had steered clear of Brian's house since the first day that he had met the brunette – Brian had told him to never come here unless it was an emergency. Michael had heard all the horror stories so Michael had no trouble staying away from the Kinney house.
Brian looked from the folder in Jack's hand to the beer clutched in his other hand and then to the outraged face. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, cheeks, neck, and ears red with the anger that was building up inside his alcohol drowned body, and lips were curled back into a disgusted sneer. Brian didn't answer, he couldn't, his mouth was glued shut and his palms started to sweat just slightly. He quickly wiped the palms of his hands on his corduroy pants before bravely stepping into the destruction zone – his bedroom. The place that was a safe haven to most kids but a dangerous place to step if you were Brian Kinney. His father repeated the question, spit spewing out of his mouth, and anger flooding the entire room.
"Answer me you fucking brat! What are you now?"
He gave the folder a few hard shakes causing the pictures to fall out like rain onto the floor, some upside down and some face up. His father kicked at a few with his feet before looking back up at his very pissed off son. "You aren't going to talk? Answer me! Are you some kind of fucking fairy? I sent you to that fucking summer land to play sports – be a man…not fucking…take pictures of flowers!" Brian kept his eyes trained on his father, he wanted to look down at the pictures to see, to check, if Jack had ripped any when he had began kicking them around but he didn't. He couldn't. That would give his father the chance to see that Brian actually cared about the pictures.
Brian didn't want to show Jack that he cared.
He tried to act like he didn't. But, oh, how he did.
"Is there something wrong with you? Answer me!"
With that Jack landed a punch, a none-to-gently punch, on Brian's jaw. The brunette stumbled back a few steps, he heard Michael let out a worried gasp behind him in the doorway, and he placed a hand on the jaw. Pain and burning pulsed through his entire face but focusing on that one punched spot on his jaw. Fuck – it hurt like a mother fucker but Brian stared squarely at his father. In all the years that Jack had hit him, kicked him, and beat him he had never cried in front of him or his mother and he didn't intend to today. Especially with Michael here. Brian didn't cry in front of people and he wasn't going to start today. Jack might've showed some appreciation for his son's strength against emotion if the pictures weren't still in sight.
"You're a fucking fairy aren't you? Answer me."
Brian still didn't answer. If he did he would have to tell the truth. He wasn't ashamed of his sexual orientation but he felt that his father didn't deserve to know the truth. His father was a bastard, pure evil, and just a sperm donor in his mind. His mother was just the women who popped him out. He didn't give a fuck about either of them – well, he tried his best not to. There was always that one part of him, that one very annoying part of him, that still slightly cared. Even if it was just a tiny bit…but he supposed everyone at least cared a centimeter about their parents.
No matter how horrible they were.
Instead of answering his father, Brian fell to the floor on his knees and began grabbing all the pictures and trying to get them all in his hands before Jack could do more damage. As soon as Jack saw what his son was doing the man kicked out his foot. Said foot connected roughly with Brian's side and sent the thirteen year old onto his back, hand grabbing onto the side that his father had abused. Michael could be heard gasping again and probably sniffling. He was crying. Brian would bet on anything that the comic loving idiot was crying. Brian slowly and carefully picked himself back up into a sitting position, hand still gripping his burning side. He was probably the only one who heard the crack of a rib fracturing.
Jack kneeled down on the floor in front of him. He began to rip each picture piece by piece until he came to the very last one, Brian watching on in pure horror but doing his best to hide it. The last picture – The Lake. Debbie's favorite. Brian's fucking favorite photograph. Brian let go of his side, grabbed the picture and held tightly onto it, knuckles turning white and a fiery glare shot at his father. He would die before Jack could have this picture. He didn't know why he was so passionate about keeping it so safe and he didn't know why he care so much but he knew he wanted it to last and not die like all the others. Jack let out a disgusting, smirking laugh and stood back up, hand still clasping his beer bottle.
"Keep the fucking picture you fucking brat."
Jack stormed out of the room, his right side rammed into Michael and sent the boy into a wall with a loud thump and an "ouch!". Brian stared at the lake in his hands and threw the picture into the corner of his room. It fell to the floor agonizingly slow and then landed face down. Brian quietly set to work on scooping the pieces of the other pictures and putting them into a single pile. Michael had seated himself on Brian's bed. Brian was sure he had heard Michael as if he was alright but Brian wasn't so sure. If so, then Brian was going to ignore him. Brian got up off the floor; he did his best to ignore the burning in his ribcage, and got a small plastic bag from the store and placed the torn pictures in the bag.
He placed it into the trash like he didn't care.
"Brian?"
Brian met Michael's large, worried, puppy-dog eyes with a steely look of 'I don't care about shit' on his face. Brian waited expectantly for the question that he knew would come. "Are you ok?" Brian quickly nodded and sat down next to his best-friend on his shitty excuse for a bed. Michael proceeded. "So – that was the infamous Mr. Kinney." Both boys ignore Mr. and Mrs. Kinney's screams at the other end of the house and then the scream of the women. Brian offered Michael a smile and nodded none-too-proudly at the statement.
"I'm sure he was glad to meet you."
Instead of going over to Michael's house that night – he was sure Michael would relay the whole story to Debbie and he didn't want the loud women fussing over him tonight – he stayed in the "comfort" of his bedroom and stared at his ceiling until his father was asleep, ass drunk, on the sofa. Then he carefully rolled over on his stomach, buried his face in his pillow, and cried his heart out but was still silent about it. He didn't want his mother or father to hear just incase they happened to wake up. It was times like these that he cried. When he was alone and there was no one to hear him.
Bliss.
- -
Brian stopped looking at himself in the mirror when his cell phone starting calling out to him in an annoying ring tone that said Michael was calling him. He contemplated on answer it. Would it be Michael calling just to ask him if he was still going on with this crazy plan to become the school's hottest teacher on campus? Was he just going to try and get Brian to back out of the plan? Brian decided to answer it anyway, pressed the 'TALK' button and held it up to his ear. He paused before talking wondering if it was too late to hang up. No, it was too late because Michael would know he was there since he had answered. Fuck.
"What the fuck do you want, Mikey?"
"To offer you my blessings."
"What?"
"Actually to wish you good luck on your first day on the job."
Brian smiled into the phone, reaching down to get his briefcase off the floor and stepping out the front door after, of course, making sure that his door was locked and the alarm was on. Brian laughed. "Yeah right. You didn't even want me to take it." Michael sighed on the other end, obviously thinking about the next thing to say. "Yeah – well, I've changed my mind. This is a good break for you."
"Yeah, I get to see a bunch of young, hot teenagers."
Brian could imagine Michael rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone.
"I've been meaning to ask you something."
Brian could only imagine what question Michael had for him.
"How did you even get the job? It's halfway into the year."
Brian smirked and he was sure Michael new he was doing so. Brian had his ways. This had been a snap, getting the teaching job. The principle happened to be a female, a single female, and all he had to do was offer her a few "suggestive" looks, act like the hot shit he was, and convince her that he was the perfect man for the job. Then, of course, the question of him being in possession of E hadn't even been brought up. Vance had somehow pulled some strings so that it didn't get onto his record or get to the media. Vance had readily told people that Brian had quit to move on to bigger and better things. Yeah – teaching was so much better and bigger. Brian slid into his jeep.
"The principle has a crush on me."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Brian grinned.
"Nope. I'm serious. For once. I completely understand why she would though. No one can resist my sexy charm and incredibly good looks."
Michael snorted on the other end.
"Whatever. I let you and your charm leave then. Oh and Lindsay told me to make sure you aren't wearing Armani."
Brian looked down at his overcoat and then focused back on the road.
"Nope. Armani free now shut the fuck up and hang up."
He did.
"I'm Brian Kinney. You're new art teacher."
God. This was fucking insane. Brian couldn't be a teacher. Since when did he have patience for a bunch of eighteen-year-olds? It wouldn't be that hard to get the girls to do what he wanted. They were all but giggling – No, some of them were giggling – at the sight of their new teacher. He swore he heard a few content and appreciative sighs when he shrugged off his overcoat and, of course he loved the attention, he thrived in it even if it was from the female population, he couldn't help but smile. He would be able to wrap those girls around his finger without a problem. The males on the other hand – God help him. They looked like a bunch of…stupid idiots. His predictions had been right.
The only reason most of these guys joined because it was an easy A.
None of them looked like they could draw a stick figure. The right side of the room held five guys. Jocks. Brian looked down at the sheet of paper he held in his hand and began calling names. Everyone was here except one student. "Justin Taylor." Brian looked around the room; all was silent except for a small comment ("The homo new kid!") by the Hobbs kid. Brian only had to take one look at him to know that he was the leader of the pack of dummies that sat next to him watching his every move and hoping to make him proud of them or whatever the fuck. It was the stupidest thing Brian had ever heard of. One of the blonde girls, Ashley something, raised her hand. Shit. He had to call on her.
"What?"
"He's here. He's probably late."
Brian rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, he's obviously late if you're right and he's here."
She looked offended at his tone of voice and sent him a small death glare before returning to talking about her nails or something to the flock of girls that surrounded her. Brian ran a hand through his hair. Yeah, maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Brian sat down on top of his desk and studied the students. There were only ten students counting Justin Taylor. He could get through this and, if worst came to worst, he could just quit. Suddenly the door burst open and in came, who Brian thought the kid was, Justin Taylor.
And damn.
He was fucking hot. It should be illegal for him to be running around the school and even more illegal for him to be wearing the school uniform. When the blonde turned around to pick up a paper that he had dropped in a rush to get inside the classroom he got the perfect view of his bubble butt and he would be lying to say that images of him sinking his dick into it didn't pop into his mind. Oh, no, they were certainly there and Brian was sure if he didn't stop looking his cock would never calm down. Clearing his throat, Brian got up off the desk and quickly sat down so no one else would notice his apparent appreciation for the appearance of the new student.
Brian was guessing he was new anyway. That's what that asshole, Hobbs, had said.
"You're late."
Maybe Brian could keep him after class and punish him. He could think of a million things to do with that tie and most of them involved tying it to something and doing some serious bondage. Brian watched as Justin stood there in the middle of the art room, he was obviously the most beautiful person in here, hands gripping his papers, his shaggy blonde hair in complete disarray, and his white starch shirt half un-tucked – Maybe Brian could help him un-tuck the rest of it – and out of breath. Yeah, Brian was getting the hard on of his life. Maybe this job hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
"I'm sorry."
Brian might be able to work up the heart to forgive him.
"Is there a specific reason you were late?"
"He was probably giving the janitor a blow job."
This earned Hobbs a couple loud guffaws from his buddies sitting next to him. Brian rolled his eyes, how touché this Hobbs kid seemed, and shot a glare over in their direction.
"It's probably more then you get so shut the fuck up."
This seemed to have the wanted affect and Chris' mouth immediately clamped shut and he tried not to look offended at the teacher's words. A couple of the girls, Ashley included, laughed. Yeah, Brian was making a great first impression on his wonderful aspiring students. Then the blonde, still standing in the middle of the room, smiled and, well, Brian would have to be blind to not notice how…Brian shoved the thought away. To put it shortly – Justin Taylor was the most beautiful but fucking hot kid he had ever seen in his life. The janitor, not that it was even true, was one very lucky guy. Well, his dick was anyway.
Justin directed that sunshine smile straight in his direction.
Brian did everything in his control to will his dick to go down.
"No."
Brian couldn't help but notice the slight teasing tone and small smirk/smile that the kid gave him but he did his best to ignore it. That was impossible but he acted like he ignored it. Suddenly the door opened again to reveal a girl with frizzy brown hair. Brian hadn't expected anymore students, there weren't anymore on his list anyway so he didn't know who the fuck she was. Chris obviously did.
"Hey, Taylor, your fag hag showed up."
Justin shot the jock a harsh glare and turned to the girl. The glare was quickly replaced with a smile. Brian wasn't sure just how new Justin was to the school but he obviously seemed to know at least two people here very well. Brian didn't stand up from his desk to make introductions, like it was even safe to stand up and show everyone just how much he liked to pay attention to students. Instead, he stayed seated and nodded over at the girl who was whispering something to her blonde friend.
"Who the fuck are you?"
She blinked before answering. No doubt startled by his choice of words. Suddenly she smiled. She obviously didn't mind it. "Daphne Chanders. I'm not on the list. I just quit Tech to join Art." Brian nodded and told the two of them to sit down before he made them stand the entire time, though he wouldn't mind staring at Justin standing there the whole time, and added Daphne's name to the list. He didn't care if the office knew about Daphne's change of classes. It was their problem – not his. Brian looked at each individual, his gaze probably lingered on Justin a little but longer then necessary, before speaking. Now he just had to decide what the fuck to do. He hadn't made a lesson plan. Screw lesson plans. Be adventurous and unpredictable.
"Who the fuck actually has talent in here?"
Only a few students raised their hands, Justin was one of them. Daphne wasn't, Chris and his buddies were defiantly not raising their hands but Hobbs couldn't help but add his two cents. "If you mean in bed…yeah." His friends all laughed like he had said the most hilarious thing that they had ever heard. Brian heard Justin mutter a 'yeah right'. Brian, on the other hand, rolled his eyes.
"I wouldn't count on it."
Chris didn't reply to Brian since he's smart enough to know not to mess with him. The brunette, after all, was bigger, older, and a helluva lot more hot then he is. At least he's not stupid enough to not realize that. Too bad he doesn't realize that Brian liked Justin a lot more then him and that Justin's a whole lot hotter then he is too. Chris flicked off the blonde. Justin, Brian was happy to see, offered the jock his own middle finger before turning back to Daphne and engaging her in a conversation. Chris, Brian noticed he always had to have the last word, didn't let the matter drop. No, he had to go on and talk. Brian hated it when he opened his mouth and he had only been in the classroom…fifteen minutes.
"This coming from Mr. Virgin?"
Justin raised an eyebrow but his cheeks heated up a bit. Daphne rolled her eyes before sliding down in her seat and focusing on her index finger nail. Justin, however, decided not to let this drop. Brian settled back into his chair. Maybe this would actually get interesting.
"Like any girl would have sex with you. Or is it guys you prefer? I can't quite remember…"
Justin moved his hand up and down in a suggestive manner. Yeah, this was getting good. Brian decided to let the two get at each other. Maybe Justin would get his shirt torn off or something. That would add to the already nice view that Brian was getting. Brian looked over at Chris and obviously this hand motion meant something because he suddenly looked ready to kill, his cheeks turned a dark red, and he was out of his chair before Brian could even grasp what was happening. By the time he did Justin was already pressed up against the wall, Daphne was shouting a bunch of profanities at Chris, the jocks were cheering him on, and all the girls were watching shocked and hoping for something good to happen.
Brian was over there as quickly as possible and pulling Chris away from Justin who didn't seem to care that he was being pinned up against a wall. As soon as Chris was off of him Justin's fist landed squarely across Hobbs' jaw. The whole class quieted and Brian could've sworn he heard someone mutter something about not knowing fags could throw a punch. Justin showed them. A bruise was already forming on Chris' face. Brian smirked and all but dragged Chris back over to his seat. He shoved him down harshly into his seat strode back over to where Justin stood straightening his shirt. Brian looked down at him for a moment, brilliant plan clicking on in his mind.
"You're staying after school for a detention with me."
Brian heard Chris snicker.
"You're going to the office. I'll let them deal with you. Now let's start fucking class."
He wanted to start it so it would be over soon. He wanted the whole day to end soon. Then it would be detention with Justin Taylor. This would be Justin's favorite detention ever. Brian's favorite too.