"You did what?"

"You heard me. I gave him a,"

"Yes, yes I heard you!"

Justin smiled over at his best-friend with a raised eyebrow. He was as giddy as hell and, at the given moment, he was sitting Indian style on Daphne's bed and bouncing up and down. "Then why'd you ask?" Daphne looked at her best-friend like he had grown a third head. "Why didn't you tell me any of this before? How did you contain this the whole time? I know you Justin and you can't keep your mouth shut." The blonde smirked. "Obviously." Groaning in pretend frustration, Daphne grabbed a pillow out from behind her and began hitting him repeatedly until he was giggling – yes, Justin was giggling – like mad and howling at her to stop, which she did but she gave him a few good blows, with the pillow, before doing so.

"How come you waited until now to tell me?"

"I obviously couldn't tell you in school! There's people around."

His tone clearly stated that he thought this was the most obvious thing in the world. Daphne hit him once again with the pillow before setting it on her lap. "Don't get smart with me, Taylor. There were plenty opportunities for you to tell me. After all, we're alone all the time." Justin shrugged, still beaming and resumed to bouncing up and down on his friend's bed. Yes, he was acting pretty…immature but it wasn't his fault that he was giddy with excitement. "Well, I'm telling you now."

"Gee, thanks."

"Your welcome."

Daphne smiled.

"So, how'd it feel?"

"How'd what feel?"

Justin shot her a feigned innocent grin and cocked his head to the side. She rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder like he was an annoying bug.

"Losing your blow job virginity."

Justin offered her that giddy-ecstatic smile again.

"Fabulous."

"Justin's sick."

Brian nearly groaned in annoyance. He kept it inside his head though. He hadn't seen Justin since the magnificent, scandalous as Emmett called it, blowjob on Tuesday. Today it was Friday. Three whole days Brian had left with only erotic fantasies about the blonde getting down on his knees again and sucking him dry. He nearly strangled Daphne when she brought him the bad news. Again. Stupid blonde, getting sick when Brian had needs that had to be met! Brian only nodded at the girl, who was smiling slightly but trying to hide it by thrusting her head into a book she was reading. Brian, already in a bad mood from lack of blonde-schoolboy-action, glared at her. "Miss Chanders, does that book have anything to do with Art?" Daphne, slightly confused, looked up from the book. She slowly shook her head, offering him no vocal answer. She could probably tell by his tone that he was in no mood.

"Then put it the fuck away."

Served her right for smiling at him like that. Rolling her eyes, so he could see, she stuffed the book roughly into her backpack and quickly folded her hands on her desk, sat up straight and mockingly gave him her full attention. Brian glared at her again and looked down at the papers that cluttered his desk. Everyone had managed to do their assignments, obviously not wanting to have his wrath come down on all of them with huge zeros for their grades. They had all learned since he had started that he was not the average teacher. He didn't take talking back, homophobe remarks – which dubbed him the nickname 'The Fag Loving Teacher'…how rude. It made Brian cry in a corner everyday -, disobedience. Nothing. So, naturally, everyone was good in his class.

For the most part. Hobbs was one annoying fucker.

He always had to add his two cents in to a conversation, he always had something to say and he never shut up when he thought he was right. Brian was very tempted to kill the little asshole. At the moment, Chris had just finished muttering something about Brian having something "lodged up his ass." Brian wished he was lodged up someone's ass. Shooting him a lethal glare, Brian quickly gained the jock's attention. "I'd shut your mouth if I were you, Hobbs." The football player smirked, obviously not understanding the look on Brian's pissed off face. "Or maybe it's the lack of something not being up his ass." This earned Chris loud guffaws from his stupid friends with the brains the size of peas. If they even had brains, which Brian highly doubted. Brian's hands clenched. He was going to deck him.

"Hobbs…"

Chris raised an eyebrow, trying to look like the man he isn't.

"That's my name,"

Brian cut him off before he could finish the phrase.

"Sadly for you because you're no longer welcome in this class. You can leave."

"You can't kick me out!"

Brian smiled sickeningly sweet. This was the best he felt all morning.

"Oh, but I can. I'll call the office. They'll be expecting you."

Huffing and puffing dramatically, Chris began shoving his things into his backpack muttering cursed under his breath as loudly as he could. Brian merely watched, small smile still playing on his face, and body leaning back in his chair. He rested hi folded hands on his stomach and remained silent until the door slammed shut behind a very pissed off football playing prick. As soon as he was gone, Brian turned his attention back to the rest of the class, eyebrow raised as if asking everyone if there was anything else that need to be said. Of course, no one spoke. The other jocks looked lost without their "mighty" leader. Brian offered a smile and leaned forward in his chair once again.

"Good. Let's start class, shall we?"

Justin was extremely pissed. Not only was he struck with a high fever – Since Tuesday! – He hadn't seen Brian either because of this. Imagine how annoyed he was. Is. Justin sighed as his mother left his room. Finally. She had been in there all morning making sure everything was all right. Do you want me to turn the TV a little? Fix your pillows? Do you want something to eat? Fucking hell. He only had a fever and it was going down as he laid here, daydreaming about his teacher. He could fix his pillows by himself, he could go downstairs and get his own food and he was pretty sure he could change the channel on the television. However, at the moment, he wasn't watching TV. He was doing homework that he had missed the last three days. Suddenly Jennifer popped her head back into his room.

Great. Justin wanted to scream at her.

"Daphne's on the phone for you."

Justin relaxed, thanked his mother, and grabbed the phone that sat on his nightstand. "Hello?" She heard Daphne on the other end telling some people goodbye before she answered him. "Hey, Jus! Guess what Brian did today?" Justin could only imagine. Justin sighed and slid down into his bed and further under the covers. God, being sick sucked. Well, when you had a hot teacher who wanted you, it did. "What?" He could practically hear Daphne's grin. "He kicked Chris out of art." Justin's eyes widened. Now he'd really wished he had been there. He would do anything to witness that. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am and, it's all because of you."

"Why? I wasn't even there."

"Exactly."

Justin ran a hand through his hair. What the fuck was she talking about? He was so confused. Justin sighed into the phone. "I'm lost, Daph." The girl laughed. "Of course you are."

"Hey!"

"That's why I'm going to explain it to you – As soon as I'm off school property and not anywhere where prying ears could hear my every word."

"Stop being so dramatic and hurry up."

"Ok, I'm in my car. So, anyway, ever since you've been absent Brian's been…grumpy. Pissed off. I'm pretty sure it's because you haven't been there to relieve him of his…problems." She giggled on the other end of the phone line and Justin wished he was there to slap her. "How do you know that's why he's pissed?" Though, Justin was pretty happy with the thought of Brian being mad because he wasn't at school. Despite his fever, he got that feeling of giddiness once again. Daphne offered him an aggravated sigh into the phone. "I'm not stupid, Justin. It's so obvious." Justin raised an eyebrow.

"It is?"

"Well, only me because I'm the only one who knows about…"

Justin nodded and then realized that she couldn't see him. "Yeah." She sighed again. "Anyway, he always looks towards the door like he's waiting for you to burst in or something. Then I come in, alone, and tell him your sick and he's all grumpy. I think he's sexually deprived." Justin laughed into the phone. "How can he be sexually deprived? He could fuck anyone he wanted." The thought made him feel slightly jealous and oddly disappointed but it soon evaporated. "I guess – but he obviously only wants to fuck one person at the moment." Justin grinned a lopsided smile and ignored the happy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Me."

"Justin, your intelligence astounds me."

Justin rolled his eyes. The two talked for about twenty minutes longer, Daphne telling him of the date she was going out on with some guy he didn't know. They would've talked longer if a knock on the door and his mother's soft voice from the other side saying his name hadn't interrupted them. "Daph, I have to go. My mom wants me."

"I didn't take her for the incestuous type."

"Gross, Daph! Bye."

"Bye."

Justin hung up his phone. What could she possibly want now? Did she want to bottle-feed him now? He sighed. His mother was acting as if he had never gotten sick before. For God's sake, he was allergic to a million things and she was worried about a little fever? "Come on in." He did his best to not sound enthusiastic about it. Inwardly groaning, Justin squeezed his eyes shut and tried to make himself fall deeper into the bed. Maybe he could disappear and his mom would leave him alone. He listened as the door flew open but he kept his eyes closed. He was getting tired of seeing his mom's concerned eyes.

"You have a visitor."

Visitor? Maybe it was Daphne and she wanted it to be a surprise. Woo hoo. Surprise. Justin quickly opened his eyes and, in mid-smile, froze. It wasn't Daphne who was standing next to his mother. It wasn't anyone from his school. Well, his age anyway. Why the hell was Brian Kinney standing in his bedroom doorway next to his mom? Why the hell was he here for that matter? Justin blinked a few times, thinking that he was seeing things. That this man could not possibly be standing here right now. Didn't Brian have better things to do then visit the sickly? Justin, his throat oddly dry, only nodded and his mother stepped out of the room and soft shut the door behind them. She obviously didn't suspect anything about her son being in a closed environment with his teacher. Oh, how blind she was. Thank God.

"W-what…What are you doing here?"

Brian offered him that smirk that he had perfected, locked the door – He hoped his mom didn't come up here again. Well, at least until the door was unlocked again – and strode over to his bedside and seated himself in a seat. Brian scooted the chair as close to the bed as he could, knees meeting Justin's mattress. Justin stared at him hesitantly, ears alert so he could hear the creaking of his stairs if she decided to come back up. "What? You aren't happy to see me?" Justin didn't say anything. Yeah, he was happy. Maybe a little too happy. Justin was thankful that his comforter was thick and wouldn't reveal what was underneath. "I just came to drop off homework to my favorite student." Justin wasn't sure how exactly it happened but in a matter of seconds the brunette was sitting on the edge of the bed and his elbows held his face only centimeters away from Justin's own face.

Brian smirked down at him.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Justin remained expressionless though his dick came very much alive.

"I'm never sucking your dick again."

Brian looked very confused.

"What?"

"Your fucking cock made me sick. It gave me a fever."

Suddenly Brian was laughing, his head shaking in disbelief. Justin knew how ridiculous it sounded – he was only saying it for lack of being able to say anything else. He knew and Brian probably knew his mouth would be wrapped around Brian's dick whenever the brunette asked him to do it. "You getting sick is not my dick's fault." Justin only offered him a stubborn pout but, otherwise, kept his mouth shut. Brian rolled his eyes, mouth inching dangerously closer to Justin's. "Have you ever gotten sick sucking someone's cock before?" Justin blinked and then shook his head, slowly. "No, I…" His expression must've said it all because Brian was suddenly looking down at him in disbelief. "No fucking way." Justin swallowed and raised an eyebrow.

"W-what?"

"That was your first blow job?"

Justin hesitated and then nodded. The brunette watched him for a second, as if registering the fact and then offered the blonde a smile. "I never would've known." Justin smiled proudly before Brian's mouth was crushing his mouth. For a few seconds, Justin was too stunned to not kiss him back. Then, after those few seconds were up, Justin quickly swerved to the side causing Brian's lips to slide to his throat. The brunette didn't seem to care, his lips stayed attached and his teeth nipped needily down on the pale skin of his throat. Justin used his hands to push at Brian's chest, although he very much wanted this to continue. Sighing, clearly annoyed, Brian lifted his head, eyes clouded with desire.

"What now?"

"For one, my mother's downstairs. Secondly, I'm sick. You might get sick."

Brian shrugged.

"You mom's not going to come up here. She's baking cookies at the moment,"

At the questioning look on Justin's face, Brian explained.

"She said she was going to while we…talked. And, according to you, I got you sick so it really shouldn't matter should it?"

Justin swallowed and stared up at the man hovering above him. "I-I-but you didn't get me sick." Brian shrugged, smirk back on his face. "No matter – I have a strong immune system. Do you want me to kiss you or not?" Justin swallowed. What kind of question was that? Of course Justin wanted this gorgeous man to kiss him. He wanted more then just a kiss and Brian knew it. Justin shifted underneath the blanket. Even though the material was thick, he was so hard there probably was a small chance that Brian would notice. "Yes…" Brian's face came closer, lips brushing against the tender skin of his throat. "Do you want me to ram into your tight little ass?" Justin moaned, trying to keep it low and silent. "Yes." The next thing he felt was Brian's hand removing the comforter and sheet and his hand sliding beneath the waistband of Justin's boxers. The blonde let out a whimper of want and a shudder stole over his body.

"Do you want me to fuck you until you can't think right?"

Fuck, he couldn't think right now! "Oh, god, yes." Brian's long fingers wrapped around Justin's turgid cock, finger swiping across his slit for half a second. Justin's mouth let loose another stifled moan and his hips rose at the touch. Brian moaned in response, low and husky, before his lips crashed back down on Justin's again. God, the husky, wanting sound alone could make Justin come in his boxers. Justin opened his mouth welcomingly when Brian's tongue asked for it. The man's hand began to steadily fist up and down, adding and releasing pressure on Justin's dick as he went, while his tongue searched every taste and crevice in the blonde's mouth. Maybe Justin should stay home sick more often because he really enjoyed the benefits it gave.

Then it was over. Brian was releasing Justin's dick and his mouth and sliding off the bed. Justin stared at the man, confused, sexually frustrated, and shocked. How could he just…stop like that? "What? Why'd you stop?" Brian smirked at him. Justin noticed the man was trying to look like stopping their activities didn't affect him in anyway but Justin could tell that all Brian wanted to do was continued and fuck him right then. The bulge in his pants was only a reassurance. "That's your punishment for being absent." Justin gaped at him. It hadn't been his fault that he had been sick! This was cruel punishment in Justin's opinion. "B-But…" Brian hurried over to the door and unlocked it. Seconds later, Jennifer popped in with a plate of cookies.

She obviously didn't make them from scratch.

"Care to stay a little while, Mr. Kinney?"

Justin prayed he would say no. He didn't and needless to say, Justin watching Brian wipe chocolate slowly and purposely off his lips for the next hour wasn't good for him or his dick. Jennifer had even asked him at one point if 'he was ok because he looked a little flushed'. This caused Brian to smirk triumphantly. Stupid bastard.