Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else, oh no
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else but you
Suffering – Jay-Jay Johanson

When Brian wakes up the next morning he expects the blond to be in his bed next to him. Or, at least, gone. He hadn't been expecting to be woken up to the sound of things being moved around in the kitchen and the smell of food wafting into his room. At first he thought he was seriously high and maybe a little bit more then a lot drunk because there was no way Justin was in his kitchen right now and cooking. Weren't students supposed to sleep until noon when they got the chance? Yawning, Brian looked over at the clock. Oh, it was noon. Still, Brian would've at least expected him to still be in bed with all that nonstop fucking last night.

Taking in a deep breath – It smelled fucking good. Who would've thought that Sunshine could cook? – Brian propped himself up on his elbows and waited to get up until he was fully awake and able to comprehend this situation. Justin was in his kitchen cooking. God, he had better be clean or Brian was going to kill him. It didn't matter that Justin had been an extremely good fuck either because his kitchen being clean was very important to him. Most of the time. If he was fucking someone in his kitchen then he didn't mind. Groaning, Brian forced himself out of the comfortable bed and pulled some pants on before walking off the platform. He would've left his pants off but he wasn't sure if Justin was even up for another fuck.

His ass was probably fucking sore.

Brian smiled slightly at the thought. The kid – man – never stopped. He was almost too much to handle, always ready to go. Raising an eyebrow, Brian stepped into view, Justin's attention immediately landing on him and away from the food he was making, and stared at him for a second and then: "What the hell are you doing?" Justin wasn't fazed by the man's tone and only smiled. "I'm making breakfast…for lunch." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and, Brian realized, it probably was. Brian stepped closer and then around the counter so he was standing on the same side as Justin, eyes inspecting the space. Every square inch. "You better not make a mess." Then he inspected every inch of Justin, still shirtless and wearing his pants from yesterday. Smirking, Brian came up behind the blond and wrapped a hand around his waist, fingers brushing against his cock momentarily.

"How does your ass feel?"

Brian snaked his other arm around Justin, hand pressing against the man's chest and pressing his back into his chest. Brian made sure to make his morning hard on known against the blond's ass. There was no way he could miss it. Justin laughed slightly, still paying very much attention to the eggs he was cooking. Maybe too much attention. "My ass is fine."

Brian's hand removed itself from Justin's waist and came around to Justin's back and, from there, slid downwards into the back of Justin's pants. He made sure to squeeze the blond's ass tight enough to make him jump. "Yes it is, Mr. Taylor." He laughed again, reached back with the plastic spatula he was holding and hit Brian hard on the arm that was attached to the hand still in his pants. "I'm trying to cook here." Brian bit Justin's neck in response, his fingers teasing Justin's hole. It was enough for the spatula to be dropped and for the breakfast to be forgotten for the remainder of the afternoon. It was very, very burnt. Brian ordered food in.

"Where were you?"

"Out."

As soon as Justin walked through the front door he was bombarded with the shrill voice of his mother and a look of pure worry and anger. Jennifer Taylor crossed her arms over her chest not letting Justin get past her so he could go up to his room. "That doesn't answer my question. You've been out since last night and it's four now. Tell me where you've been. 'Out' doesn't cut it, Justin." Justin sighed, thrusting his hands deep inside the pockets of his dress pants. Brian had been kind enough to throw his clothes in the wash before sending him out the door. At least there was no evidence of what he had been doing while he had been gone.

"Mom, I was just out discovering my newfound freedom."

"There isn't that much freedom when you're living here no matter how old you are. Especially when you don't even check in. I called your phone at least ten times."

Frowning, Justin pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen was black. He hadn't charged it and it wasn't working. At least he had an excuse for that. "My phone needs to be charged." The woman shook her head, clearly aggravated and stepped aside so Justin could pass. "At least tell me you were with Daphne the entire time." Justin nodded, eyebrow raised. "Of course I was with Daphne. That's where I went last night wasn't it?" Jennifer didn't reply. She only stalked away muttering something incoherent under her breath. Sighing with relief, Justin hurried up the stairs and flung himself down on his bed. Now his ass was sore. Surprisingly it hadn't been too sore after last night but after this morning and afternoon…

Sore.

As soon as he was comfortable on his bed, Justin reached over, grabbed the phone, and called Daphne. She would obviously want to hear everything about last night since she was the one who had gotten him out of the house. "It's about time you called." Justin smiled into the phone. "How'd you know it was me?"

"I have caller ID and I don't usually receive calls from your parents."

"Oh."

"Well, get on with it. How was last night?"

"Ok, ok. God. Well, I was late. Heavy traffic and-"

She gasped, interrupting his speech.

"Oh my god, was he mad at you? I bet that earned you a severe punishment."

Justin rolled his eyes and told her to shut up. She did.

"No, he wasn't mad. I called him and,"

"He gave you his number?"

"Yes, when he gave me his address so I could get there his number was under it. Thank God for me or he would've probably canceled everything."

Daphne was silent and then she told him to get on with the story. Justin did and, thankfully, didn't get any interruptions except for the occasional 'not fair', 'oh my god', and 'that's hot!' When he did finish his little story, he had to stop every now and then since his mom would appear in his doorway to ask him a question about something stupid, Daphne was gushing at how proud she was of him for finally losing "it." Justin finally hung up on her after demanding that she didn't call back or he would go over to her house and kill her or something. She didn't.

Well, not right away.

Monday morning. Brian wasn't sure if he wanted to go to work this morning. He wasn't sure if it was because he was tired or because his body – Not him in any way shape or form – wanted Justin still. After fucking him a million times, his body – Again: Not HIM – wanted the hot blond. Wanted to pound into him on every available surface. Like yesterday and the night before. After Justin had left Sunday afternoon Brian had spend the rest of his time cleaning everything he had fucked Justin on and placing things back where the belonged.

Brian had no idea how some things ended up in the places they did.

He didn't want to know.

But he ended up going to work anyway. That was a stupid reason to use one of his sick days for. Plus, he had self-control and he was sure that, since he had the blond, there was no way that he wanted him again. His body was just confused. So, Brian stalked into class telling himself that he was completely done with Justin. That he had gotten what he wanted. He told himself that tonight he would go out and fuck every available male in the backroom so he could get his student out of his system. It would work. Brian was sure of it. He cursed under his breath when he saw Justin though. He looked better then usual.

Damn it.

The only way Brian made it through the day was blatantly ignoring him. Either Justin just didn't get it or he was a determined little fucker. Brian opted for 'determined little fucker.' So, by Thursday things had to change. Not only had Brian held Justin back after class for a quick blow when his intent has been to tell Justin to fuck off and that things were over he also had yet to go to the backroom of Babylon and fuck everything that moved. What the hell was happening to him? Stupid Justin and his stupid…stupidness.

This time Brian held him back with every single intent of telling Justin to fuck himself.

So, when Justin's hands were suddenly down his pants Brian had a very hard time pulling them out and shoving his student against a nearby wall. Brian held Justin's wrists above his head to keep them from wandering anywhere again and screwing up Brian's plan of telling him to back off and that Brian had no interest in him. At all. And that he never had. "Listen to me." Justin nodded with rapt attention obviously not expecting what was to come. "Things are going to stop today." Now he looked confused but still watched Brian with every ounce of attention that he had.

"I saw you. I wanted you. And,"

He shrugged.

"I had you. Now, I'm done with you."

Now he looked hurt. Very, very hurt. Brian ignored it and released Justin's hands. This time they stayed obediently at his sides. Brian took a few steps back before he screwed this all up and lunged at him. "That means no more you staying after class, no more making eyes at me, no more," Justin interrupted him. Shit – was that tears in his eyes? Brian pretended he didn't notice. "So I was just a…fuck?" Brian also pretended that he didn't notice the choked up sound of Justin's voice. He tried to block it from his hearing. Brian smirked. "Yeah. What did you think? That we'd be…partners?" Brian chuckled, shaking his head. Justin shook his head, hand coming up to wipe at something on his face.

"But I think I lov-"

"Listen to me. Are you listening? Look, I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient. You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit. Love is something that straight people tell themselves they're in so they can get laid. And then they end up hurting each other because it was all based on lies to begin with. If that's what you want, then go and find yourself a pretty little girl and get married."

With only a few tears rolling down his cheeks, Brian was sure there were more to come, he gathered his bag and hurried out of the classroom without looking back. After he was gone Brian sat down at his desk pushing the blond out of his mind. Well, trying to anyway. Somehow he kept managing to get in. His sad expression, his tears, and then the look on his face when he had practically ran out of the classroom. For some reason Brian couldn't get it out of his head so, he left saying he didn't feel well, got drunk and, that night went to Babylon for some serious tricking.

"So…you dropped him right?"

Brian glared over at Michael as him, Emmett, Ted, and his best-friend stood up against the bar at Babylon. He already had a massive headache and Michael asking him over and over again if Brian really had gotten rid of Justin was just downright aggravating.

"Yes, Mikey, I dropped him."

Emmett shook his head.

"That's a shame…from Michael's description he sounded like a real looker."

Brian glared over at the flamboyant man too. He didn't need any reminders on how fucking hot Justin was. Emmett shrugged and turned around to order a Cosmo. Ted offered his own two cents. "So, how'd he take it? Getting trashed by you?" Brian glared over at him next. God, well are all his friends going to be unbearably aggravating.

"None of your fucking business."

Ted smile slightly.

"That bad? Were there tears?"

"No."

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him."

Brian kept his mouth shut. Ted chuckled.

"That means yes. The infamous Brian Kinney has really done it this time."

Brian shot him another 'Fuck you' glare and his eyes then turned back to the dance floor. Scanning. Michael sighed heavily, shaking his head. "See, that's what you get for," Brian slammed his beer bottle down on the bar surface and turned to meet the 'See, I told you that you should've left him alone' look of his best-friend. "Mikey, if I needed your advice I'd ask for it. You aren't my fucking mother so shut the fuck up." Ted smirked. "Someone's grumpy tonight. Must be feelin' a little forlorn about his loss. Even Mr. Kinney, here, has hit an all time low. Making kids cry."

Brian wanted to kill all of them.

"I'm not feeling forlorn and he isn't a kid. He's eighteen. He'll get over it."

Emmett smiled apologetically at the brunet and patted his shoulder tenderly.

"Yeah, sweetie, but will you?"

Brian glared at him. Again. He was just in that type of mood.

"I have nothing to get over."

The three men rolled their eyes at him. Emmett shrugged.

"Whatever you say, Brian. Whatever you say."

"If it's whatever I say then shut the hell up."

That said, Brian took himself to the backroom and fucked.

He didn't imagine any of them as Justin. He didn't.