So come on
Yeah come on
Come on
You're gonna get what you need
Get What You Need – Jet

"Oh my god, he did that to you?"

Justin sighed into the phone, having just told Daphne about Brian's little visit to his house to give him his "homework". "Yes. Asshole." Daphne laughed and Justin had a feeling she was laughing at him. As in making fun of him because she thought it was extremely hilarious that Brian had been such a tease yesterday. Justin growled at her from his end of the phone. "Shut up. You wouldn't be laughing if that happened to you." Daphne sighed wistfully into the phone.

"The thing is, Justin, that it won't ever happen to me."

"Ha ha. Sucks to be you."

"Yeah, well, it obviously sucks to be you. Poor Jus, Jus…left alone and horny and no one there to help you out of your predicament."

Justin rolled his eyes.

"Very funny."

"Yeah, I thought so."

Justin sighed. He made a vow that he would be attending school tomorrow. Daphne laughed at him again. "What if you're still sick?" Justin shrugged and huffed into the phone. "I don't care. I don't want him doing that to me again." Daphne didn't say anything for a minute. "Do you know what I think? I think you should miss school every single day next week because you don't feel good and then, on Saturday, he'll be so fucking horny you'll get the best fuck of your life." Justin had to admit – the idea was good. Though he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it to Saturday without catching a glimpse of his teacher.

"I'll think about it."

"I bet you will."

"Shut up, Daphne."

"Fine, I will. I have to go anyway. The 'rents are comin' home tonight. The house needs to be clean."

"Have fun. Bye."

"Ta, ta!"

"Let me guess, Miss Chanders, he's sick again."

Daphne nodded furiously, small amused smile on her face. Brian wished he could walk to the back of the room and strangle the girl to death. She was getting on his nerves with her stupid knowing smiles. She thought this was…humorous! This was far from humorous. This was fucking un-humorous! Brian glared at her and began to give the class their assignment for the day. A self-portrait of themselves. This ought to be good. Brian was sure he was going to get a good laugh out of this seeing as most of the students in here couldn't paint to save their lives. It would get his mind off Justin and sinking his dick in the blonde boy's ass.

Then he remembered the painting Justin had done of him.

Fuck. Him.

Brian tried to not think about the way it had been so utterly mesmerizing – And a good deal hot – watching the student swipe his brush across the canvas. So concentrated. Focused. As if he was on the only one in the room. Brian suddenly had the desire to make the blonde feel that way – while he pushed into him, kissed him, fucked him into total oblivion. Brian sat down at his desk, tapping his pencil on his desk with an irritated look on his face. Now was not the time to get a hard on in class. Especially since he would have to stand up and make his rounds around the room to look at his student's "spectacular" work.

Eventually, Brian managed to get his dick calmed down and he stood up from his desk, eyeing everyone's work. It all sucked. Well, compared to Justin's anyway. Not that he was thinking about the stupid blonde twink who thought it was all right to miss his class five fucking days in a row. He was going to be punished. Then again – he had already punished him. He had showed up at his house, he had a nice home, and gone up to his bedroom making small talk with his lovely mother and then…he finally got to touch the gorgeous boy's cock. Every fiber in his being had wanted to keep that door locked and give him an early birthday present but, somehow, he had managed to pull away from him just in time.

It had been so hard. So had is cock.

He was surprised Justin's mother hadn't noticed. And his cock had remained hard the entire time he sat in Justin's room eating Jennifer's cookies. The blonde – God – when he got horny his eyes turned a dark shade of blue mixed with gray, his pupils dilated and, well, Justin being horny the entire time Brian had sat there had made Brian horny the entire time. He almost asked Jennifer to leave and make more cookies. That might give him enough time to at least blow the blonde's dick. Brian shook his head, coming upon Daphne's painting. It was obvious she had no idea what she was doing. Brian stepped behind her and smirked. "What the hell is that supposed to be?"

"What the hell is that supposed to be?"

She nodded downwards, smirk on her own face. Shit. Here he was getting hard again. All because he had thought about the stupid kid. He kept his smirk in place and tilted his head to the side. "Something that's gonna be up your best-friend's ass in a few days." He kept his voice low so no one else would here. Thankfully, Daphne sat far away from everyone else and everyone else seemed busy and content in their own conversations. Ashley was chatting up a storm, paintbrush moving through whenever she emphasized something. Brian quickly headed over and grabbed her wrist before she could give the whole art room a new paint job. Not that it didn't need it.

"You're supposed to be painting. Not talking."

She sent him a glare, her mouth clamped shut, and she began painted. She was good. One of the better students in the class. He quickly told her so just because he didn't want to be one everyone's bad side for the rest of the year. She suddenly beamed, stood up taller and acted like she was the best painter in the room. Brian didn't say anything else to her and walked around to everyone else's. At least there were a few good artist in here – One being, sadly, absent still. Sighing, Brian sat back down at his desk and began to tap his fingers on his desk waiting for the class to end.

He had a long jerking off session to attend to.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday passed. Justin wasn't faking his sickness either. He no longer had a fever but, instead, a bad cough. He only hoped, and prayed a million times a day, that it would go away before Saturday. It had finally disappeared Thursday evening. His mom had been ecstatic, running around the house saying how happy she was that Justin was finally better and able to go back to school. Justin hurried to get ready Friday morning, anticipating Art. Anticipating the time that he would get to see his gorgeous art teacher.

Daphne picked him up and told him how grumpy Brian had remained the entire week. Justin had a feeling he would no longer be grumpy since he was going to be there. He would probably get held back after class to 'Discuss the things he missed over the last seven days'. Justin couldn't wait. When they stepped into the classroom, however, he wasn't there. At least, not yet anyway. The two sat down in their usual seats, Justin looking anxiously up at the clock every two seconds. Daphne put a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be here, Blondie. Just be patient." Five minutes of Justin gnawing on his bottom lip later, the classroom door burst open and in came Mr. Kinney.

At first he didn't notice the blonde sitting there and smiling in his seat.

When he did, however, the brunette seemed to lose his mood quickly.

"Nice of you to join us, Taylor."

Justin grinned.

"Thank you, Mr. Kinney."

"You've missed a lot."

"Yeah…you told me a few days ago."

Daphne snorted in her seat but, otherwise, kept herself quiet. The brunette smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah, well, you have the rest of the class period to do a self portrait of yourself. Start working." Justin nodded, smirk on his face, and began setting up his painting utensils. Daphne helped him set up his canvas while Brian talked idly to the class about their next assignment. A five page essay on Picasso. The entire class had protest about that. Brian let out an aggravated sigh. Justin couldn't help but smile. "Just shut your fucking mouths and you'd probably be able to do at least two pages right now."

The class quickly silenced and began working.

Daphne too, after helping Justin set up.

Justin quickly disappeared into the world of painting again, wishing he could put on some music. But he made do without the music and concentrated on the music he had playing in his head and on the canvas in front of him. He had always hated doing self-portraits. Like he really wanted to paint himself when there were such better…subjects to be painted. Like the man who was suddenly standing behind him. Justin jumped, startled, when he heard the low voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder, blue meeting hazel, and blinked. He had totally missed what the man had said. "W-what?" The brunette smirked, tongue-in-cheek, and came from behind Justin to stand next to him.

"I was just complimenting your work."

"Oh – …thanks."

Brian nodded, looking back at the painting and the back at the blonde.

"You'll need to stay after class. I have some papers to give you. It'll only take a few minutes. But, you'll probably have questions…so, I'd be happy to call your next teacher and excuse you."

Justin smiled slightly, glancing back at his painting.

"Thanks, Mr. Kinney."

"My pleasure, Mr. Taylor."

The bell suddenly rang and Brian was walking back towards his desk telling the students to get the fuck out of his classroom. Justin, however, began to pack his back slowly – waiting for the class to filter out. Daphne winked and headed out with a little smile on her face. Finally everyone was out – Ashley had annoyingly stayed behind to ask a few questions about something pointless. It was obvious she had a crush on Brian with all her…annoying giggling – and Justin automatically walked over to the classroom door and locked it, a small smile on his face. Suddenly Brian's arms were wrapping around him from behind and his lips attacked his ear.

"I hate you."

Justin grinned, letting his full body weight lean into the man behind him.

"You have a weird way of showing it."

"Were you really sick this week or were you just doing it to annoy me?"

Justin laughed and struggled out of the man's arms, turning around and letting the older man push him p against one of the walls with his body, arms coming to rest next to his head. Caging him in. Trapping him. God, this was all making Justin way too hard. His cock was going to break off. Really. "I really was sick, believe it or not. But Daphne did tell me to fake it…just to make you extremely sexually frustrated." Brian smirked and nudged his hips against the boy's. The blonde let out a small gasp, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. "You mean like I am now?" Justin nodded. "Yeah, y-yeah…like you are now." Brian grinned, lips attacking Justin's throat. Justin threw his head back; he ignored the pain when his head met the wall, to allow more access to his throat.

His fingers flew into Brian's hair, squeezing and pulling.

"Tomorrow's the big day isn't it, Sunshine?"

Justin moaned out a breathless yes as Brian continued to attack his neck. God, he was probably leaving hickies. His mother was never going to stop asking questions. Brian's tongue flew across the skin, licking his way up to the lobe of Justin's ear, where he took the tender flesh in between his teeth. "That means…tomorrow's the day I'm going to ram into your perfect, tight ass…" Justin whimpered, he hated himself for it, hands clenching more tightly in Brian's hair. His hips, of their own accord, bucked forward, ramming against Brian's. He gasped into the brunette's mouth. He was going to come in his pants. He just knew it. Brian chuckled against the blonde's lips, hand trailing down his chest and between their legs.

Brian's fingers grabbed Justin's cock through the black pants, thumb moving over the head of his cock, and slowly jerking off the gasping and whimpering blonde. Justin's fingers tightened, he was sure he was probably pulling out Brian's hair by now and his hips moved with Brian's hand as the teacher continued to fist him. Incredibly and painfully slow. Justin pushed his lips roughly against Brian's in an attempt to distract himself from Brian's hand around his cock. It didn't quite work out since Brian had chosen that moment to speed things up, hand squeezing around his cock, thumb pressing against his slit. Justin groaned, furiously shoving his tongue into Brian's mouth meeting the brunette's own tasteful tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you,"

His hand squeezed again.

"I'm going to fuck you all night."

Justin could hardly wait. With a strangled cry - Brian crushed his mouth against Justin's to silence the cry from anyone who could be walking past - Justin came. Right in his pants. "Fuck. You. Brian." Brian chuckled, removing his hand from Justin's softening cock. He held the blonde up against the wall for a few more minutes, tongues exploring each other's mouths and skin all over again. Hands wandering to places they shouldn't be wandering and their dicks becoming hard as rocks all over again. Justin pushed the brunette away, lips swollen and chest rising and falling to catch his breath. "W-what about tomorrow?" The blonde suddenly felt shy and ducked his head to the ground while asking the question.

"Here."

Suddenly his chin was being lifted up with Brian's forefinger and a piece of paper was shoved into his back pocket, the hand lingering on his ass a little longer then necessary. Not that Justin didn't mind. He obviously didn't have any protest about it.

"Just stop by sometime after ten."

Justin only nodded. That's all he could do for Brian was crashing their mouths back together again until every ounce of air had been sucked out of his body. Justin grabbed his bag and slowly walked over to the door, doing his best to catch his breath and will away the hardening of his dick. Justin looked over his shoulder, hand on the doorknob, and smiled a small smile at his teacher who was sitting on the edge of a desk, arms crossed over his chest waiting for the blonde to leave.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow night then."

"I'll be expecting you. Don't get sick."

Justin quickly nodded. "I won't…bye." Brian didn't say anything and Justin stepped outside into the empty hall. He didn't make it to the next class. He had to go home and change.

A cold shower wasn't a bad idea either.