I'm drowning
So coming inside
Welcome to my
My filthy mind
Filthy Mind – Amanda Ghost

"Are you serious?"

Justin sat across from Daphne on her twin sized bed, both teens cross-legged and grinning. Daphne was grinning more from dazed shock then happiness – like Justin. God. He was probably going to have a permanent boner until next week when it was – Hopefully - relieved. Justin nodded his head enthusiastically. As soon as he had picked himself up off the desk he had practically ran the entire way to Daphne's town house – he couldn't wait to tell her the exciting but extremely sexual frustrating events that had gone in "detention". Despite the fact that he was still a tad put off at how much of a…tease Brian had been he couldn't stop smiling.

"One-hundred percent. Oh my God, Daphne. He is the best kisser ever. Oh, and his hands…and his tongue and his cock…"

Daphne reached over and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Damn you. I'm jealous. Wait – you didn't even see…it."

Justin smirked. "No, but I felt it."

Daphne laughed and slapped me again. The jealousy was written all over her face. "Why, I ask myself again and again, do the hot ones always have to be gay?" Justin shrugged. "We're just lucky." Daphne rolled her eyes and rolled off the bed and then laid down on her back, feet dangling over the edge. Justin followed suit and played with his hair, which was splayed out across her emerald green comforter. "I should punch Hobbs again tomorrow." Daphne turned her head sideways to meet his eyes and nodded in agreement, chuckle pushing past her lips.

"Definitely. Maybe I should do something really bad too…"

"Daph – remember the whole part about him being gay?"

Daphne laughed.

"How could I forget, Justin? No, I meant that if we both got a detention with…Mr. Kinney then I could watch him while he punishes you. That'd be hot."

Justin burst out laughing. "You perve." Daphne grinned over at him and patted him on the stomach. "I may be a perve but I'm your perve." Justin turned over on his side so he was fully facing his best-friend, silly grin still on his face. "How sweet."

"Now – get off your ass and lets do our beautiful homework."

Justin groaned. Daphne always was the practical one. Well, most of the time anyway. "Do we have to?" Daphne sat up and sat cross-legged once again, hand reaching down and grabbing her backpack up off the ground. "Yes, we have to…if you want to pass." Justin followed suit, legs crossing and backpack on his lap. He slowly began to dig inside looking for paper and the desired books he needed. "Who said I wanted to pass?" Daphne rolled her eyes over at me and raised an eyebrow. "You will if you want to get into college."

"No. If I fail that means I can't get into Dartmouth…where good ol' dad wants me to go. Failing school could actually solve all my problems contrary to everyone else's beliefs."

"Or, it could ruin your life. You don't have to get into Dartmouth. You can go to any college you want to go to. Screw your bastard father. He can't make you go to Dartmouth. Especially since you'll be eighteen."

Justin smiled slightly.

"And no longer a virgin."

Brian stalked, late, into his classroom. With his students. Too bad he only cared about one student being his at the moment. Everyone shut up as soon as the door flung open. When they saw who it was, clearly not caring, they all began to talk again. The jocks, no doubt, talking about the football game last night – Brian obviously didn't attend it. Like he cared. Then Ashley and her group of preppy friends, he had caught a fragment of their conversation as he walked past, giggled about some actor and make up. Then there was Daphne. Justin, to his disappointment, wasn't sitting next to her. He wasn't here period.

The girl smiled at him knowingly.

He should've known the twink would tell her. They were best-friends.

Brian rolled his eyes over in her direction and clearly told her with his eyes to keep her mouth shut. She laughed, no one noticing since they were too involved with themselves, and nodded. She mouthed 'Of course, Mr. Kinney' in his direction and went back to reading a book sitting on her desk. He only smiled over at her – the only student other then Justin that he actually didn't have anything against – and sat down at his desk. He loudly cleared his throat causing everyone to silence once again. Most of the students glared at him, especially Hobbs. Daphne only grinned. Wildly.

"Hand in your assignment."

No one moved. Chris made a 'what the fuck are you talking about' noise.

"What assignment? You didn't give us anything."

Brian raised an eyebrow over in his direction and then pointed at the board behind him – Where an assignment was assigned. The whole class looked to where his finger pointed. Brian got up and stood next to the dry erase board – He was glad that they didn't have those stupid chalk boards – and tapped his finger under the black lettering. He didn't look towards the door when it swung open. He didn't have to. His senses practically screamed at him that the blonde twink had entered the room. Plus, he could see the shock of blonde hair in his peripheral vision.

"Do you not know how to read?"

No one answered. Except Daphne.

"Oh, I did it, Mr. Kinney."

She waved a paper above her head proudly. The whole class looked like they wanted to kill her. As if they thought that if no one did it they would get out of the assignment. Yeah right. Brian smiled over at her, purposely not looking at the boy sitting next to her. He slowly strode over. "Thank you, Miss Chanders. Anyone else responsible in here?" He whisked the paper out of her hands, this time meeting Justin's bright blue eyes. Not to mention very shy blue eyes. He held a paper out. He betted Justin would never not do an assignment in this class since he was the teacher. Brian smiled down at him and took the paper from him. "Thanks, Mr. Taylor. Anyone else?"

He offered the blonde one more grin – it tainted Justin's cheeks pink Brian was amused to see – before turning around and heading back to the front of the classroom. Ashley let out an aggravated sigh, brown eyes rolling annoyingly in her head. "The teachers are supposed to tell us our assignments." Brian decided that he hated the girl. She was annoying and had an attitude. Brian placed the two papers he received calmly on his desk.

"And the students are supposed to know how to read."

Looking annoyed and offended, Ashley turned back to her little clique, who all looked just as equally annoyed and offended, and sunk down in her seat, eyes inspecting her nails. Brian settled back into his seat and propped his feet up on his desk and his hands clasped together on top of his stomach.

"You all get zeros,"

Everyone groaned and curse words were muttered around the room.

"But,"

Looks of hope. Brian mentally laughed.

"Since I'm so generous I'll give you time to do the assignment now with…no credit. Get to work."

Everyone groaned again except Justin and Daphne who were talking happily to each other. Brian grabbed a red pen and, without reading either of their papers – Their assignment had been to write a three page paper about utensils used in Art. Not Brian's idea. It had been on the board when he had gotten there the morning before. In his opinion, he thought the assignment was stupid so there was no way he was going to actually read it. He marked both their papers with a '100'. He looked up at the two students who did their work. The blonde immediately met his watching eyes as if he knew Brian had been looking in their direction before Brian even did so and smiled.

His stupid smile was annoying.

In a good way. Annoying as in Brian actually liked it. What was the world coming to? "You two. Get up here." Daphne and Justin obediently got up out of their chairs and walked to the front of the classroom. Brian, and very discreetly so no one in the room except himself and probably Justin and Daphne would know, started from Justin's feet and looked up the length of the seventeen-year-olds body. His shirt was untucked again, obviously against school rules, and his tie hung loosely around his neck just begging the older man to grab it and reel the young man on top of the desk and have him right then and now. In front of everyone. Stupid tie. So tempting. then he got up to Justin's face, pearly straight teeth, perfect cherry lips just asking Brian to grab them in his own…or to be around Brian's cock but either way…, and his eyes.

Brian hated what he thought about them Beautiful.

Justin offered him a knowing grin, all shyness disappearing into another world. He bent forward and rested his elbows on top of Brian's desk and rested his chin in the palms of his hands, looking Brian squarely in the eyes. Daphne, instead, leaned her hip against his desk and just watched as her best-friend smiled cheekily at their teacher. "Yes, Mr. Kinney?" Justin's tone was in 'Seductive mode'. Thank God Justin's 'Seductive mode' was quiet enough so other students couldn't hear. Good boy! Brian shifted in his seat and held his paper out in his direction.

"You both get an A+. Congratulations."

Justin stood straight up again and took the paper, carefully folding it and sliding it into his pocket. He leaned down on his hands, Daphne, while waiting for her best-friend to stop flirting with Brian, did the same to her paper. Justin smiled teasingly down at him, tongue coming out to swipe across his lips and the disappearing back into his perfect mouth. Brian shifted in his seat again. These jeans were becoming unbearably too tight. At the wrong time. "Do I get a reward?" Daphne laughed quietly next to him while Brian watched the blonde expressionless. On the inside he was far from being calm and collected. He was dying here. Brian leaned forward slightly, voice dropping a few octaves as Justin's had.

"If you're a good boy."

He leaned back into his seat, voice raising back to normal.

"You can both go sit back down now."

Smiling triumphantly, Justin headed back to his seat, Daphne following. She couldn't help herself from sending Brian an amused smile. Brian rolled his eyes over at her and slid his seat under his desk. There were some things that just didn't need to be exposed to the young and "pure" minds of his students. All was quiet, except for a few whispers from Daphne and Justin. The only sounds in the room were the scratching of everyone's ball point pens or number two pencils scraping against the paper. It all became very annoying but Brian did his best to ignore it. By staring at the blonde at the back of the classroom.

By thinking of all the things he was going to do to him the second that he turned eighteen. Well, as soon as he saw him and had free time anyway. But he could think whenever he wanted, thank God. He thought about that stupid tie and how he could tie the blonde up to something. Of course, he'd have to use more then one tie to tie up both his arms. He could throw that blonde hard on a desk, literally tear off his hot uniform, and ravish him right here in this very classroom. Then, however, he had the feeling that he would never be able to walk inside the classroom without getting hard. Maybe he could go all out, get out the bondage and make the blonde get on his hands and knees and beg.

No. He could do any of the above.

Not for his first time. Slow. Gentle. Easy. Brian could do that.

Suddenly the bell rang, startling Brian just slightly and the students began to gather their things together. Brian didn't stand up. He couldn't. Brian cleared his throat, loud and clear and everyone looked up at him. "I expect that paper to be turned in tomorrow morning and," He searched for the blonde and found him just about to step out the door with Daphne. "Mr. Taylor, I need to talk to you." Justin, obviously, didn't look exactly disgusted or upset about the request. He smiled over at Daphne who, in turn, winked – Brian inwardly rolled his eyes – and then stepped away from the door and set his book bag down on the table. Justin sat on top of the desk as he waited for everyone to file out of the room. It was empty quickly to Brian's relief.

"Shut the door."

Justin slid off the desk and quickly, more like eagerly, shut the door. "Lock it." Justin was already one step ahead of him. He had it locked before Brian said a word. Then he stood there, against the door, shy smile back on his face. Brian was amazed at how quickly Justin changed. One minute he was flirting and the next he wasn't able to speak and his cheeks were turning pink. Smirk on his face, Brian got up from his desk, like he cared if Justin saw how…happy he was with Justin's performance in class, he hoped he saw, and strode towards the minor. He kept reminding himself that Justin was a minor and he was going to do nothing, well, not nothing but definitely not fuck him, until he was eighteen.

Justin definitely saw. How could he not? It was blatantly obvious how horny the older man was. Justin's eyes met his once again, back still leaned against the door. Soon enough Brian was standing right in front of him, chest against chest, hips against hips, and the heat of the room almost unbearable. Brian's hand came to rest on the back of Justin's neck, fingers curling into the soft hair and brought their faces closer. Centimeters apart. Brian smiled at the blonde, his other and grabbing on of Justin's and placing it on his hard cock. Thank God there wasn't a window in this door or he would fucking die. He almost did when Justin's hand came in contact with his clothed cock. Brian squeezed his fingers tighter around Justin's as the pleasure pulsated from his cock throughout his whole body.

"I'd like to make a request."

Oh, God, how he wanted to request more. Justin, his blue irises growing darker with each growing second from caged in sexual needs, wrapped his free arm around Brian's neck and pulled the older man's face down and connected their lips for a few, wonderful seconds and then pulled back, head banging lightly against the surface of the door. His swollen lips curved up into a smiled and his fingers tightened around the bulge prominent in Brian's pants. "You just have." That said Justin took the liberty of swinging his teacher around so that his back was pressed up against the door and in a flash Justin was down on his knees, fingers hurrying to unbuckle Brian's jeans.

Justin couldn't believe he was down here on his knees unbuckling this gorgeous man's pants. He was in heaven. Soon his mouth would be too. Sure, Brian could've been talking about wanting a hand job but…what the fuck? Blow job, hand job…same difference. All Justin wanted to do was take this man in his mouth and suck him off until Brian was begging for release. Accept…Brian didn't, and probably wasn't, the begging type. It didn't matter though – All Justin wanted was for this man's dick to be inside his mouth, more like his ass but that obviously wasn't going to be happening until next week, and taste him. Then he remembered something….

He'd never given anyone a blowjob before. Fuck!

Justin ignored the voices in his head telling him that he was going to make this man laugh with his lack of skills in the blowing area. If he thought that way then he would suck. Justin, he just realized his hands were trembling – How pathetic he was! - , grabbed the man's hips, fabric clenching slightly under his fingers and his eyes moved up to stare at the man above him questioningly. Like he even needed to ask if this was alright. In limits. If this was off limits then Brian would never have let him get so far as to unbuckling his belt and undoing the buttons on his jeans. Then proceeding to slide down the zipper. Brian's hands came down and dug into his hair and Justin took that as a 'go ahead' sign. The jeans came down to reveal nothing.

As in no underwear. As for his cock…well…he had it.

…Big time.

Overcoming any fears that he was feeling at the moment, Justin took the head of his dick into his mouth. A flurry of feelings went straight to his cock when he heard a sharp intake of breath from up above. Justin slid his tongue down the underside of the man's cock, up and down and around slowly. Experimenting. The hands in his hair tightened so that it was almost painful but the pain quickly turned into something else that also went straight down to his leaking cock. Justin took more of the man into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth gently scraping against the tender and beautiful body part. The moan that slid out of Brian's mouth was fucking beautiful. Justin realized it was more then beautiful when he realized that he was the one making these sounds come out of Brian's lips.

Justin's hands slowly came around to land on Brian's bare ass. And what a beautiful and soft ass it was. Justin hummed softly, the sound vibrating around Brian's cock, which the man seemed to enjoy. A lot. "Fuck, Taylor…" Justin took this as a good sign and did it again, tongue darting across the slit and swiping away the precum. Again, the hands in his hair clenched and another intake of breath was heard from above. Justin, however, missed the intake of breath since the very taste, so sweet but bitter at the same time, caused his own vocals to moan in ecstasy.

Through all these events, Justin's fingers began to move of their own accord. He didn't even realize that his fingers were inching closer and closer to Brian's hole until Brian removed a hand from it's destination – Justin figured his fingers had a mind of their own. A smart dirty mind. – and held it in his hand to keep him from trying it again. "I don't think so, Sunshine." Justin concentrated extra hard on his other hand, which was still resting comfortably on Brian's perfect ass. Until he moved it, hand coming around to fondle with Brian's balls. A hiss of breath, a loud hiss it would seem since it sounded like it came from right next to his ear, came in response. Justin swore he as gonna come in his pants if Brian did that again. Suddenly, the man's hips came forward, the head of his dick bumping against the back of Justin's throat.

His first thought was to gag but he had always had good gag reflexes and his next instinct was to swallow. And swallow he did, throat squeezing around Brian's cock like a vice. A loud moan from above signaled down to Justin as 'Good boy!' "J-Justin…hurry the fuck…mmm," Justin swallowed again, fingers slowly massaging the balls in his hand. Brian's fingers clenched. "…or you'll be late for fucking," Justin hummed one last time around Brian's dick and the next second he heard a strangled moan from his teacher and was swallowing the liquid that was offered to his mouth. "Class." Smiling triumphantly, Justin helped Brian place his jeans back where they belonged and stood up, tongue swiping across his lips to get Brian's taste off of them. Though the taste still lingered in his mouth.

So. Fucking. Good.

Brian pulled him by the tie closer until their chest were pressed together again. Justin was proud to see he was breathing hard, eyes still heavily hooded with lust and dick coming back to attention. Justin nudged his hips forward slightly. Teasingly. He could be a tease too. Sometimes. Brian moaned just slightly, eyes fluttering shut and then reopening and pressing his lips roughly against Justin's. "When's your," Pause to nip gently at the blonde's bottom lip. "Fucking birthday?" Justin smiled and pushed himself away from the brunette. He calmly walked over to the desk his book bag was set on, shrugged it onto his shoulder and then walked back towards his teacher.

"Next Saturday."

"Good."

Justin grinned and closed his lips one last time over Brian's. God, how he wished it was his birthday now. Brian grabbed his tie again before he could walk out the door.

"You did an excellent job, Mr. Taylor. One hundred."

Justin laughed, cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Thank you, Mr. Kinney. It was a pleasure…helping you."

He winked at his teacher, probably the last ounce of 'Flirtatious mode' that he had left and quickly scurried out of the classroom. He heard Brian call from the door of the classroom.

"What's your next period?"

Justin stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"Literature."

"I'll call and excuse you."

Justin smiled and hurried off.

He was five minutes late to class.

"You're. A. Fucking. Idiot."

Brian glared at his best-friend.

"Thanks, Mikey."

"He blew you in a classroom? Scandalous!"

Brian smiled over at Emmett and nodded at him. "It was. And he was scandalous. He's the fucking master." Emmett raised an eyebrow. "I thought you thought you were the master…" Brian grinned. "I'm the master of fucking." Emmett rolled his eyes and took a long sip of one of the pathetic alcoholic drinks that he always got. Brian took a long swig of his beer, leaning against the bar. Him, Michael and Emmett were situated in Woody's. Ted and Blake, his boyfriend, were situated at the pool table laughing and talking. Michael glared over at Emmett and then glared at Brian.

"Do you know how much trouble you can get in for that?"

Brian raised an eyebrow.

"I won't if no one tells."

He looked pointedly at Michael.

"He's a minor."

Brian smirked.

"Not next Satuuuurday."

Michael sighed, slammed his beer on the bar surface, and stalked away. Emmett laughed and sidled up next to Brian. "He's just jealous." Brian looked over at the taller man and took a sip of his beer. "He'll get over it." Emmett muttered something under his breath. Brian raised an eyebrow over at him.

"What?"

"I just said that…I doubt it. He's only in love with you."

"Then do something about it."

Emmett looked over at Brian, obviously confused.

"What do you mean; 'do something about it'?"

Brian rolled his eyes.

"Find some hot guy to fuck the daylights out of him so he'll get off my fucking back."

Emmett nodded, taking a girly sip of his drink.

"You're right."

"I know."

"Well, you better go, sweetie. You've got school tomorrow!"

Brian smiled.

"I can't wait."

"Oh, I bet."