Oh, I count to ten
But I don't know how and I don't know when
To open my eyes
If you kiss me again
Like you did just now, like you did just then
Do it again
Monkey – George Michael

It's finally the end of the day. Finally the part of the day that Justin had been looking forward to. How could he not be looking forward to his detention with Mr. Kinney? God – He was most gorgeous man that Justin had ever laid eyes on before. He shouldn't even be allowed to be a teacher and not only because of his foul mouth. The next classes had been hard to get through, you know, with an extreme hard on and all. He was afraid that it would never go away. Thanks God he had one of those shoulder bags that you slung the strap on one shoulder and the strap went diagonally across your chest and the bag rested on your hip. Well – It wasn't resting on his hip today. More in front of his legs for obvious reasons that he didn't want to make obvious to the whole school.

Screw the new teacher and his good looks.

He was become a hassle. Daphne smiled over at the blonde.

"Wow, Justin. You've been here, let's see, two weeks and you've already gotten a detention and by the hottest teacher in the school. You're so lucky! I would give anything to trade spots with you right now."

Justin smiled over at his best-friend, eyes rolling although secretly agreeing with her. He had been doing nothing but awaiting for the last bell to ring and for his legs to carry him back to the art room where his gorgeous teacher would…punish him for being bad. "Ha, ha. Whilst I'm in detention you get to go home to a wonderful, big, empty house." Daphne punched him lightly in the shoulder and muttered a 'don't remind me' with a frown on her face. Her parents were always traveling around on business leaving Daphne with credit cards and money so she wouldn't die of starvation or boredom. There was also the pile of "Entertainment Money" that her parents had given to her specifically for the movies and putt-putt golf or something "exhilarating" like that.

"I'll come by after I'm done here. Can I spend the night?"

Daphne rolled her eyes at me.

"What do you think? Why do you even ask? You're always welcome in my house."

"As long as your parents aren't there."

"Yeah – well, if they knew you were gay then they wouldn't care if you came over. You should really tell them and then tell them not to tell your parents and then everything would be perfect."

Justin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, except my dad would probably get suspicious as to why your parents were letting a supposedly straight, male teenager sleep in their daughter's room almost every night of the week."

Daphne nodded in agreement and by then they were standing in front of the art room door. Justin smiled over at Daphne. "This is where I get off." Daphne laughed. "In more ways then one." Justin gently pushed her away and told her to go home and leave him alone to walk into heaven and she did so telling him that he better stop by her house when he got done. He promised her that he would. Now it was time for the best detention that any seventeen-year-old, gay, teenage boy could wish for. And he was suddenly nervous about walking inside and seeing what Mr. Kinney had for him. Hopefully it would be well worth the whole wait from this morning up into the end of the day.

Sighing, Justin pushed the door open, eyes peering around the room. There was no sign of man who had given him the detention so he walked fully into the room. Shrugging to himself, he walked over to the closest desk and sat down, setting his bag next to his feet on the floor and folded his hands on the table. Maybe his detention wasn't going to be spent with the hot teacher after all. Justin tried not to feel too disappointed at the outcome of this and rested his chin on top of his hands, eyes staring at the clock. That's when he realized that Mr. Kinney hadn't even told him how long his detention would last. That meant he would have to come. Justin smiled at the realization, sat up in his chair, and fingered the edge of his tie while waiting.

Suddenly the door burst open and Mr. Kinney strode inside.

"Mr. Taylor."

Justin offered a smile and then he realized that he probably looked a little too happy to be here in detention. It was too late now though. He'd already smiled. Fucking idiot. "…Mr. Kinney." The teacher stared at him for a moment and, Justin wasn't completely sure, thought he saw a look of…want maybe? Justin was sure his own look mirrored that of the teacher's then. Justin wanted nothing more then Mr. Kinney to drag him somewhere and fuck him into total oblivion. Right here on the desk if that's what he wanted to do. Justin was suddenly glad he was sitting.

"Call me Brian. 'Mr. Kinney' makes me feel old."

Justin nodded and forced his smile to go away.

"Then call me Justin. 'Mr. Taylor' makes me feel…"

In all honesty, Brian calling him 'Mr. Taylor' was an extreme turn on. Brian could call him that as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted as far as Justin was concerned. Justin immediately ducked his head, entertaining himself with the cracks and paint stains of every color decorating it here and there. Swallowing, Justin looked up from the desk to meet the watchful eyes of Mr. Kin- Brian and shrugged. "Anyway – we should really get this detention started." Justin really hoped he wasn't blushing but his body deceived him when he felt a light heat on his cheeks. Dammit. Justin watched as an amused and, not to mention, very sexy grin/smirk fell onto Brian's beautifulgorgeoushotwonderful – all of the above – face.

"You actually think I'm gonna give you a detention for punching Hobbs in the face? Fuck that. I only said I was giving you a detention so he wouldn't run down to the administrators and tell them I was being biased and unfair towards him and only giving him a detention. As far as I'm concerned – he provoked you. I almost walked over and punched him in the face. Good punch by the way. He'll probably have a bruise for a few weeks."

Justin couldn't help but smile. The whole thing had been a ploy. Suddenly Justin wondered if that meant that Brian was going to make him leave. God – Justin hoped not. Justin shrugged the thought away and shrugged, smile still on his face. "Thanks. My father will probably blow a gasket when he heard that I can actually swing a punch." Brian raised an eyebrow and walked over. Justin none-to-subtly lowered his eyes down Brian's chest – Frick. That shirt was way too tight to wear in his presence! – down to his jean clad legs – Those jeans looked way too hot on him. – and then back up to Brian's smirking face. Justin had never really been on for being subtle.

Soon his teacher was sitting across from him, casually leaning back in his chair.

"Why's that?"

Justin rolled his eyes.

"My dad thinks I'm not "manly enough" since I don't play sports and I'd rather sit around and draw or paint or something artistic. He'll probably even be proud of me for punching one of the jocks."

"Is that why you did it?"

Justin raised an eyebrow. Of course that's not why he did it although Brian did have a point. He could've easily been looking for a way to try and please his dad. That wasn't the case though. He didn't give a flying fuck what his dad thought about him, he didn't care if his dad didn't think he was a man, and he definitely wasn't going to try and do something to please him. His father didn't deserve to be pleased. Brian must've noticed the look on Justin's face. "I guess not." Justin nodded in agreement.

"No. I didn't do it to please him. I did it because Chris is an asshole."

Brian smiled, nodding in agreement.

"I've been meaning to ask you something about your little…fight this morning. What was up with this,"

Brian did the up and down hand motion that Justin had shot at Chris that morning.

"And why did he get so pissed about it?"

Justin felt his cheeks heat up even more then they had earlier. He should've known that this question would pop up. Shifting in his seat, Justin offered his teacher a small half-smile. "It was, like, my first week here and I kinda gave him a…hand job. He loved it. Came and everything. Afterwards he acted like I had…molested him or some shit. I think he's in denial about being gay." Brian smirked, shocked and amused at the same time, when Justin finished with his short story. The brunette even laughed, shaking his head and muttered something along the lines of 'stupid fuck. Justin was sure he was referring to Chris.

"So…yeah. That's why he hates me so much."

Brian was silent for a moment and he looked down at his watch. Justin sighed. Was he going to kick him out? Tell him to get out since he didn't have a detention anyway? Justin fidgeted in his seat, hoping that that wasn't the case. The brunette focused back on him. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. You can leave, although if this was an actual detention, you'd still have thirty minutes." Was it just his ears playing tricks on him or did Brian actually sound…hesitant in letting him go? In Justin leaving and not staying? Justin grinned and tried not to let on that he had heard the tone of Brian's voice and shrugged.

"I have nowhere else to be."

"So you don't have free hand jobs to give after school?"

Justin smirked.

"Only if they're requested and my request sheet his empty for today."

Shit. What the fuck was he doing? How did he even know Brian was gay? Here he was flirting with a man that could be straight. Just because he wasn't a homophobe and didn't act at all disgusted at his hand job tale didn't mean he was automatically gay. Justin felt another blush coming on and he mentally cursed himself. He was so stupid sometimes. However, Brian didn't take it too badly. Badly at all actually. "Where do I sign up?" Justin bit at his bottom lip, a nervous habit, and he was sure his cheeks were a dark crimson by now and he quickly ducked his head his hair would fall in his face and hopefully hide his red cheeks. He heard Brian chuckle and the chair scrape back against the floor.

"Paint something. You might as well do something while you're here. Plus, you raised your hand when I asked who actually had talent in this class."

Justin could think of a million more things to do while he was here then just paint. But he didn't say so, he had embarrassed himself enough, and he slowly got out of his chair, hoping that Brian didn't notice his hard on, which he probably did, and quickly hid himself behind an easel. "Uh…" He cleared his throat. "What do you want me to paint?" He peered out at Brian from behind the canvas and waited for an answer. The brunette only shrugged. "I don't care. Something you can do in twenty-five minutes." Justin nodded and decided to do the best subject that he could do. The man sitting down in front of him. "Do you mind if I put on some music? It helps me concentrate." Brian shrugged and Justin took this as an 'I don't care' so he reached into his bag and put in a mix CD. He turned it up to let the music flow through the room and himself.

He wet his brush and began his masterpiece. Well, he wished the subject was his.

Pretty soon into painting he quickly forgot all about the beautiful man sitting in front of him and focused only focused on the paint, the paintbrush, and the canvas that he was painting on. It was easy for him to get lost in what he was doing. Most people would probably be too distracted by Brian's hard, penetrating stare but Justin wasn't. When he first started his little detention project he had been slightly put under pressure with Brian's watchful eyes staring at him with such…intensity? Was that the right word? Justin decided that it was the perfect word. Brian's eyes, and this would sound ridiculously lame, were intense. They weren't one single color, no, they were green with specks of gold around the pupil; hazel. It wasn't like Justin had gotten that close to the man but he had looked long and hard. And saw. The man was God. Fucking beautiful.

Justin wasn't sure how much time had passed. All he knew was that he nearly jumped straight out of his pants when a hand suddenly fell on his right shoulder, a chin on his left one and a warm breath tickled across the skin of his neck and the lobe of his ear. "It's me." Justin drew in a deep breath, eyes skipping over to the chair and wondering how he didn't hear it's shrill scraping sound it made when it was pushed backwards and then looked back at the painting. Brian stared back at him from the white canvas and, not to be conceited or anything, he thought it was damn good. It looked exactly like him, ever dip and curve in his perfect face, every muscle apparent through the tight fabric of his shirt and the nice bulge in his pants. It was all there and Justin was proud of it. He would take it home and probably jerk off over it.

Unless Brian wanted it. Then he would gladly give it to him. Justin quickly nodded.

"Uh…do you like it?"

He tired his hardest – Speaking of hard… - to ignore Brian's hands that had now slid down to his hips, fingers gripping and thumbs sliding into the belt loops of his pants. He also tried his hardest to ignore Brian pressing his chest against his back and pulling him close. So close. Perhaps too close but Justin really didn't mind too close. Brian could come as close as his heart desired. The fact that this was an art room and that anyone could walk in at any time hadn't registered into his mind just yet. His mind kept on a single tract: It's just you and Brian. Just Brian and you. The only ones in the entire school. His mind was such a deceiving thing.

"It's perfect – The painting is nice too."

Justin couldn't help but grin despite the fact that his hands on his hips were so utterly distracting. Justin hoped Brian gave him detentions all the time. Everyday. It's not like they really went on his record. After all – they weren't really detentions. Brian had probably told him to come here this afternoon for more reasons then just to not get in trouble with the administrators. Which was totally fine with Justin. More then 'totally fine'. It was…well, it was great. "Thanks." Suddenly Justin's body was twirled around, the two males now standing chest against chest…that is before Brian lowered Justin's body onto a nearby desk. The brunette's hands held Justin's wrists captive above his head full of blonde hair. The brunette's body positioned itself between Justin's dangling legs.

Brian lowered his head until their noses were, like, centimeters away from brushing.

"How 'bout you act as my canvas?"

Justin had just registered that he was even on the desk and now Brian was talking to him. Things were all happening so fast and at once. His cock didn't seem to mind and neither did he, really. Wow – he was going to have so much to tell Daphne when he got out of here. If he did get out of here. Maybe he could get Brian to take him away somewhere for the rest of his life and do this to him all the time. He could always write Daphne and his family and tell them he was ok. More then ok. Justin opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He was probably the most inexperienced person, of the males and females, in the entire school and he was supposed to reply to that?

Before he knew what was happening Brian's tongue had swiped over his lips in a quick fluid motion. The very action, no matter how small it was, caused the seventeen-year-old, inexperienced, virgin male of the month, to let out a small whimper. Yes. He whimpered. He should be embarrassed but he was probably too turned on to be embarrassed right now. Brian offered him that penetrating stare again. The stare was probably burning a hole right through Justin's very soul. The brunette's nose brushed slightly against his. "Well, Sunshine?" He already had a nickname. Justin would be lying if he said he thought it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard of. He fucking loved it. Justin licked his lips, eyes traveling from Brian's piercing eyes downwards to his perfect lips and then back up to his eyes.

"…Y-yes."

He wasn't sure if that was a correct answer to the question. What had been the question again? All he knew was that he wanted Brian to take him right here in the art room. Right here on this desk. Right here where anyone could walk in at any moment. Right here so that if anyone caught him Brian could even get fired. The part had just recently registered and he almost told Brian so…if he could even speak. But it was too late. Brian's lips were already pressed against his so he guessed he said the right thing after all. Brian's hands released Justin's wrists and grabbed his waist instead. This let Justin shove his hands into Brian's hair. Something that he had been wanting and fantasizing about doing since he had met the art teacher.

He had nice hair; that was for sure.

Justin quickly forgot all about his hair when Brian's tongue slid into his mouth, dug deep, explored every crevice that was to be explored in his mouth. He forgot all about the fact that they were in school when Brian's teeth tugged teasingly at his bottom lip causing a small gasp/whimper to jump out of his mouth and into Brian's own. He quickly forgot about anything when Brian's hips grinded roughly against his own. Then, as soon as it had started, it was over. All of it was over. Brian's lips had pulled away, which caused Justin to feel a small emptiness inside of him, and Brian's hands were off his hips on his shoulders instead so he could pull the blonde upright. Justin stared – So obviously confused. And, if Justin wasn't mistaken, Brian looked slightly put off at the fact that he had stopped.

"D-did I do something wrong?"

Justin couldn't help but think he did. He hadn't thought that he was that bad of a kisser but maybe he was after all and Brian decided to leave the little virgin behind and find something better and not so…virginistic. Brian quickly relieved him of his worries and shook his head 'no'. Justin probably even sighed with relief. He hoped Brian didn't hear it. "No…" Justin raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly braver then he had a few seconds ago. "Then…why'd you stop?" Justin hoped he didn't sound like he was whining. He didn't want to change Brian's mind by sounding like a spoiled brat who got whatever he wanted because he wasn't like that. He didn't get whatever he wanted. He just really wanted Brian.

"You're a minor and,"

"So?"

"We're at school."

"My birthdays next week."

The declaration made Brian smile or maybe it was a smirk. Justin couldn't tell. Either way, it was an amazing sight. The brunette stepped closer to him and a hand came to grip the back of his neck. Soon Justin was pulled forward and back into another searing, perfect, hot kiss. Justin could get used to Brian's tongue digging into his mouth like that and acting like he owned it. Brian could have his whole body. He could own it. Hell – he could get tags, if he wanted, clearly stating that Justin was private property and owned by Brian Kinney. His teacher pulled away again and before Justin knew it, he was watching Brian gather his coat and briefcase and him opening the front door. Brian shot him one last smile.

"We'll celebrate next week then."

With a frustrated groan, Justin fell back on the table.

Fuck.

Brian had never been so fucking horny. in his life. And it was all that blonde twink's fault. It was that blonde twink's fault that Brian couldn't help but walk up behind him that practically attack him. Like any gay art teacher would be able to control themselves! Brian was also sure that no other smart art teacher would've left Justin sitting there on that table with just a smile and a 'We'll celebrate next week'. What had he been thinking? Brian rubbed his palm over his face and ignored the hard on in his pants. It would take forever for him to relieve that. It would take until…next week. Brian had a feel that his every though, dream, and sense would be filled only with Justin Taylor's face…and other body parts. Brian cursed to himself as he slid into his jeep. He sat there and nearly banged his head on the steering wheel. He should go back and finish what he started.

No.

For one, he was a minor. That was bad. Secondly, what if someone caught them doing the dirty on a desk in the art room? Not only would he be in extreme trouble with the cops – he would get fired from his job and probably not able to get a teaching job anywhere else – Not that he would want to get a teaching job but it was just a fact. Thirdly, he would enjoy teasing the blonde every single day in class. Maybe he could get Justin to punch another student or Chris Hobbs again so he could give him another "detention". Damn. The way Justin's hand stroked across that canvas had been…liberating. A major turn on. That's what had provoked Brian to get up in the first place and go "harass" him.

Brian started the jeep and sped off. God – it was hard to drive with a hard on. Distracting.

"You can't do that! He's a student!"

Brian glared at Michael from across the table at 'Woody's' and offered him a roll of his eyes. The brunette knew he shouldn't have told Michael about his little classroom escapade this afternoon. He should've known Michael would have a hissy fit and give him a lecture. God. The man really needed to get a life. No, he needed to get a boyfriend to keep himself busy. "So? He's turning eighteen next week and I'm gonna give him a present he won't ever forget." Michael glared at Brian and took a long sip out of his beer bottle. Brian followed suit but that was only because he had nothing else to say about the subject. Michael, however, did. How surprising.

"This is illegal."

"Not when he's legal."

An aggravated grown from Michael.

"I can't believe you. You're supposed to be teaching him…not fucking him."

"I can teach him a thing or two about fucking."

Michael stared at his best-friend like he had lost his mind. "What if he tells?" Brian looked lazily over at Michael and raised an eyebrow. "Tells what?" Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward slightly. Brian did the same, smirk on his face, only to mock him. "What if he tells his mother or…the school administrators?" Brian let out a laugh and took a swig of beer. "Why the fuck would he tell, Mikey?" Michael silenced and Brian finished his beer in peace. His clock told him it was time to go home. Ten. Early, yes, but he was a teacher and had to be a good example by going to bed early. Brian almost rolled his eyes at the thought. He set his beer down on the table. "I have to go. Busy day tomorrow."

Michael glared at him.

"Just be careful."

"I'm always careful, Mikey."

"Not like that."

"Ta, ta, Mikey."

He didn't get an answer as he strode out of the bar.