I can pull this story along for a while I think. Definitely going to have a sequel or more. So my lovelings, how have you been?

X x x x

Dorian woke forty minutes later to find the coach empty and Dominic nowhere in sight. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, it felt good to have a nap.

"Oh, you're finally awake," Dominic said walking into the room. "You over slept ten minutes."

"Sorry, but I don't have an inner alarm clock," Dorian retorted and stood up so he could stretch, popping his back and joints.

"Let the lesson begin."

X x x x

A few hours later Dominic was driving Dorian home in his black Mercedes with, of course, a black leather interior.

"What's your favorite color?" Dominic asked suddenly.

"What's with the random question?" Dorian asked and quirked a brow.

"I just want to know."

"Black, let me guess, yours is black as well?"

"Exactly."

They asked random questions until they reached Dorians' home.

"See you tomorrow," Dominic bid and stopped the car by the front door.

"Bye," Dorian said and closed the door.

Dominic waved as he drove away leaving Dorian feeling slightly lonely.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Dorian asked himself as he opened the front door.

"I don't know, but talking to yourself isn't a good thing."

Dorian looked up and saw Tucker and Sam getting ready to leave.

"Hey guys!" He greeted and hugged them both.

"Man, you've grown," Sam said and tugged at a strand of his platinum hair. "You're just as breath-taking as your Father."

"No hitting on my son," Danny laughed walking down the stairs.

"I'm not hitting on him, just complimenting him," Sam scoffed and much to Dorians' dismay, she ruffled his long hair.

As he was fixing his hair, Dorian realized that he smelled like Dominic. 'This is not good,' he thought when he saw his Father walk down the stairs to join them.

X x x x

Once Sam and Tucker left, the three sat down for dinner.

"Dorian, why do you smell like cologne?" Vlad asked as he ate.

'Just tell the truth, he won't get mad about the truth.' "Mr. Black tripped and fell on me during our lesson," Dorian said with a shrugged.

Vlad just gave him the if-I'm-that-big-of-an-idiot-then-bunnies-shoot-out-your-ass look, but didn't press further.

"So, what are you doing in advanced English?" Danny asked, ignoring the look Vlad was giving their son.

"We're reading and discussing Dr. Faust."

"Anything else?"

"Not unless you count nap or snack time," Dorian said and Vlad quirked a brow when he said 'nap'. "Mr. Black said since these lesson are cutting into his private time, there would be a thirty minute nap time before the lesson and at five there's a snack time."

"He doesn't have to give you these lessons," Vlad sneered and Danny hit him under the table.

"I really like these lessons Father. Mr. Black's a great teacher; he really understands the meaning of the books. I think he actually likes being a teacher," Dorian sighed. "May I please be excused?"

"Yes you may," Danny said.

X x x x

Once in his room, Dorian decided that it was time to try and justify his emotions, so he wrote a list.

1-Dominic is hot

2-I'm gay

3-It feels good to sleep next to him

4-He makes me feel safe

5-I've only known him two days

6-I've never felt this way before

Six things that proved he only had a crush on his teacher. With his mind clear once more Dorian laid down on his bed and went to sleep.

X x x x

Dorian woke to the sound of his alarm eight hours later. He was sticky with sweat and his release. The most erotic dream of his life had been about his English teacher.

X x x x

I need to practice my piano soon; I haven't for a few days.