I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long make you shout
Oh, lover! Yeah
I wanna be the only one you come for, yeah
I Wanna be Your Lover – Prince

"He doesn't even like me."

"How can he not like you?"

Justin was upset. Beyond upset. Fucking depressed…and over some…stupid guy. One very stupid hot guy. As soon as he had ran out of that room he had headed straight home. There was no way he would be able to go through the entire school day upset like he had been. As soon as the time for school to get out came he called Daphne and told her everything. And about how, after he had gotten home, he had moped around and eaten a lot of food. "He only believes in fucking." Daphne snorted and muttered a string of curse words directed to their art teacher.

"What an asshole."

"I know."

"Well, there's only one thing you can do."

"What?"

She sighed impatiently.

"Get over it. Him. You can do so much better than that."

Justin sighed. If only it were that easy, getting over someone like him. You just can't…do that. "Are you serious?" Daphne quickly tells him that she's dead serious. "I can't just…get over him." Daphne is silent for a moment and Justin fears that she probably hung up on him for being so stupid and forlorn. "Fine. Then there is another thing you could do…" Justin perks up, sitting up in his bed and pressing the mute button on his TV. "What's that?"

"What do you think? Get him back or something. Make him think you don't care like he dropped you like you were a piece of shit. Invade his territory."

She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Justin realized that it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't know…" Daphne snorted. "Justin. You need to learn how to defend yourself. You let him walk all over you. You don't deserve that." She's right. At least, that's what Justin was telling himself. All of this was said easier then actually done. In the end, Justin agreed to act totally normal…if that was even possible. "Jus, nobody can resist you. And that means Brian Kinney." Justin wasn't sure if he agreed with her or not. "If you say so…"

"I do say so. I also know so."

Look at him. Acting all…normal. Uncaring. Happy.

Brian mentally cursed. He shouldn't have come to work today. He should've stayed home. It was Friday…he could've made it an early weekend. Brian pretended not to watch as Justin and Daphne sat in their normal seats smiling and laughing and…being retarded. Brian wanted to walk over there and strangle one of them…maybe both of them. Daphne for being able to talk to Justin and Justin for being…happy. He should be sad. Depressed. Fucked up because Brian had treated him like shit. Brian forced himself to look down at the papers he was supposed to be grading. Stupid essays.

When his eyes came across Justin's neat handwriting, he cursed.

And he got a perfect score.

As usual.

Brian marked Justin's paper with a one-hundred and quickly shoved it away. Stupid blond twink. He let his eyes stray towards the two students in the back again. Justin must've said something funny because Daphne started giggling, hand over her mouth trying to conceal it. He had had enough. He couldn't watch this shit anymore. "Enough noise you two. Get to work." They were supposed to be molding the clay into sculptures of whatever-the-fuck they wanted. Brian looked around at the work from where he sat. Chris had managed to make his look more like a blob than it had when Brian had given it to him. Fucktard. Brian looked back over at Justin and Daphne who had both quieted.

He shouldn't have looked because Justin was doing his work. Working the clay beneath his fingers and it looked fucking…Brian glared down at the paper as to not look at Justin and his stupid…clay molding technique and glared down at the name 'Chris Hobbs'. As usual, he got a low score and Brian didn't mind giving it to him. His eyes strayed back to the blond, again, and met blue eyes head on. And Justin's hands doing inappropriate things to his clay and Brian was certain that it was on purpose. Fucking idiot. Brian was never going to give his class clay again. Justin was abusing the activity. Brian rolled his eyes, tried to act like what Justin was doing wasn't making him hard and glared back down at the papers and hurriedly graded them. Maybe if he worked faster the clock would work faster and class would be over soon.

It didn't work.

The thirty minutes dragged on and on and…fucking on. When the bell finally did ring Brian had never been so fucking happy in his life. He watched, relieved, as Justin got up out of his seat, swung his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door. Once everyone was gone Brian slumped in his chair. He hated school.

"I did some snooping and…you're going to Babylon."

Justin was confused. What the hell was Daphne talking about? "What?" Daphne rolled her eyes and sat across from Justin on her bed. It had been two weeks since the clay episode and Justin hadn't come any closer to cracking Brian Kinney. Justin was starting to lose hope. No, he had lost hope. He had lost hope the day Brian told him to fuck off. He had told Daphne countless times to just…give the whole thing up. Daphne was adamant about not doing that. "Brian is known to go to Babylon every now and then…and, lately, I've heard he's been going a lot more. Like…since he dropped you." Justin rolled his eyes.

"How the hell do you know this?"

"I told you…I've been doing some snooping…"

"Oh my god. You're stalking him aren't you? Following him around?"

Daphne grinned. "Of course. And, every night at eleven he goes to Babylon. I leave before he gets out 'cause I do have school to attend the next morning." Justin rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. "Don't your parents wonder where you are?" Daphne shrugged. "What they don't know won't hurt them. Usually they aren't home anyway. Business all the time." Justin didn't reply. This was fucking insane. He couldn't go to Babylon. "I'm not going." Daphne slapped him on the arm. "Yes, you are. You have to. After all those long nights I stayed up late for you? You're going and you're going to look hot and he's going to fuck you."

"Yeah, and dump me again. There's only so much I can take, Daph."

"Coward. He will not tell you to fuck off again. Especially after he sees you tonight. I'm going to make you look hot. Hotter then you usually are…he won't be able to keep his hands off of you. Ever." Justin rolled his eyes and fell on his back. "Whatever." He felt Daphne get off the bed, move around, and walk in her closet and come back out again. Suddenly she was throwing clothes at him. "Time to get out of your "semi-hot" Justin clothes and put on the "super-hot" Justin clothes." Justin opened his eyes and sat back up, checking out the clothes that she had thrown at him.

"You bought me clothes too? God, you need to get laid."

"You need to get laid more than I do so…take a shower and put them on."

"Yes, mother."

"Oh, look at that hottie."

Brian ignored Emmett and stayed leaning on the bar, glass of beer in his hand. Michael stood next to him as he usually did. He was talking about something stupid and was annoying the hell out of Brian. He took a long gulp of his beer; it burned as it slid down his throat. Michael stopped talking and Brian saw him out of the corner of his eye turn around to face the dance floor to see who Emmett was talking about. "Never seen him before. Must be new." Emmett grinned, leather clad hips moving to the beat of the music and eyes on the target of his comment. Brian still didn't look. He didn't give a shit about the man who had entered. He was too busy trying to clear his mind to look.

"It's about time we got some new meat."

Ted, who was next to Emmett, took a swig of his beer.

"Probably an asshole."

Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Teddy, you're always so pessimistic."

Michael turned to Emmett. "Well, are you going to attack him?" Emmett pretended to think about it. "Well, I do have a thing for blonds and-" Blond? New? Hot? Brian did spin around this time and fuck. It was him. ShitshitshitFUCK. Brian's eyes followed Justin as the blond walked hesitantly on to the dance floor. Hungry eyes immediately landed on his small form and Brian wasn't surprised. Sure, Justin could've came in here without even trying to look good and still get looks but now…fuck. He looked better then usual. How had he gotten that shirt on anyway? It was tighter than fuck…and those jeans…fuck him. Brian's jeans had tightened considerably. Everyone's pants were probably getting smaller by the second.

The pants didn't leave room for much imagination and Justin had beautiful arms, which his tank clearly showed as he moved in and out of dancing bodies until he was in the middle of the dance floor. And all that stupid fucking glitter that fell from the ceiling made him look even more…fucking beautiful than was allowed. Brian cursed, which attracted the attention of Michael, Ted and Emmett. Michael's eyes immediately narrowed. "That's him isn't it? That kid you fucked!" Emmett immediately looked interested. "Well, well, I don't blame you. Look at that ass." Brian glared over at him. For some reason he didn't like the fact that Emmett was talking about Justin's ass.

"I already have."

Michael spoke again. Brian wished he would keep his mouth shut.

"It is."

"Bingo. You win the grand prize, Mikey."

Brian's attention was brought back to the blond who, at the moment, had about three guys, if not more, surrounding him and even more watching from a distance. Stupid twink. Justin's eyes suddenly met his and Brian didn't bother to look away. It didn't matter. Justin's lips curved upwards into a smirk, an overly confident smirk, and he began to move. The little fucker could dance. Good. Brian slammed his glass on the bar and watched as hands traveled up and all over his lithe little body, lips attacked him from all angles, and eyes leered at him from every direction. Brian had come to a decision. He wasn't going to watch this shit any longer. Practically growling, Brian pushed away from the bar and headed into the writhing crowds of bodies. He ignored Michael's protest.

Michael could fuck himself.

And Brian was going to fuck Justin.