A/N: Hey peeps. Two things: Sorry this is so short, and sorry it's taking me so damn long! I've (Again) had this huge writersblock and I just- I haven't been capable of writing, the past weeks.. months.. Yeah.. Sorry. But here it is, after all! Chapter eight!

Enjoy?

The phone in his hand buzzed once more, just like when it had been in his pocket. Reading the letters on the screen without really caring, he made sure that he'd read the name of the caller right at first glance. He really didn't want to answer. He didn't, so he wouldn't. He just waited for it to stop buzzing, before he turned it off without caring if he cut the outside world off by this particular gesture. He slit the phone back into his pocket, as he lifted the bottle in his other hand and put it to his mouth. He really didn't care about much at this moment. Everything was so confusing, he agreed with himself, as he removed the bottle and gazed out over campus, with the bitter taste of beer, playing on his tongue.

Sitting there on the thick stone fence, around campus, he realized how he'd never felt this way before. Never felt so out of order and disable. Simply disable. He had never felt this way and never felt anything the slightest like it. The confusion was fighting itself inside his brain and kept giving him different and wrong answers, to all the questions he was asking himself.

This was so not like him. The guy he once was would never stay out after curfew. He would have never touched alcohol on campus. Generally, who he was before, would never had broken any rules, like he was right now when he lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke.

The old him, would never do anything like this. But he was not the same anymore. Something had changed inside, back when it all collided and his world collapsed.

When he laid his neck back, he blew out the rest of the smoke through his mouth. With closed eyes he sat there. He didn't hear the quiet steps, getting closer. He didn't see the tall silhouette making its way towards him.

He didn't notice a thing, before the guy was standing right next to him. "Sitting out here, all alone?" a well known voice asked right into his ear; making him jump in surprise.

"What are you doing here? I thought ignoring your call would be enough." He grumbled, when he'd settled after the surprise, his eyes fixed on one Sebastian Smythe.

"You know, it really isn't polite to just ignore someone's calls." Sebastian's voice was dripping with something that couldn't be described any better than with the word sugar. It was so sweet it almost hurt ones teeth to listen to and so fake, no one would even question it.

"What do you want Smythe?" Asked Nick; spitting out the other teens name.

"Oh, don't you use those defenses on me." Sebastian purred. "I know what you're doing out here. I saw that pretty little angel-face of yours, run off today." He added and caressed Nick's face with two fingers before he took the cigarette out of the brunette's hand and put it to his lips. "He cried." He stated, before breathing a mouthful of air and smoke down in his lungs.

"What?" Nick choked, his attention now fully directed to Sebastian, as his face were taking a light red color on what had been until now been pale skin, because of the cold outside.

"Oh yeah. He was a mess. Shaking and sobbing. The tears kept streaming down his face." Sebastian said to him, with a smug smile on his face. Somehow it didn't seem to have bothered him the least, to have seen another person break down. He honestly only seemed to enjoy the way Nick was reacting.

Normally Nick would have yelled by now, and he would have left Sebastian behind, or slapped him across the face, but something held him back. No matter how much they argued, and how much Sebastian's words felt like a stab through the heart; he understood. He knew what it was like to be a bad guy, and how this kind of treatment, sometimes was needed, to get back on your feet.

"And you haven't even heard the best part." Smythe grinned, sending shivers down Nick's spine. "Yeah, when I found him and comforted him, we went to my place, and totally got it on." Waggling his eyebrows once as he spoke, he drew it even closer to the border.

"You're lying." Nick said, more to himself than to Sebastian, and jumped down from the stone fence, turning his back on Sebastian.

"Yeah, I did." Sebastian said and took a step closer. "But he did cry. A lot." He said; putting the cigarette to his lips again, sucking the end, before continuing. "Mumbled something about Danny." He finished, as he very well knew that Nick would be furious by the moment that comment slipped.

"He what!?" Nick yelped and turned on his heel; suddenly facing the taller one of them, closer than he'd expected and before he got to do anything more, a set of hands were placed on each side of his face, and a pair of lips were pressed to his own.

Nothing but the kiss was filling Nick's head. It wasn't like that kind of sappy romantic kisses, you see in movies. It was heated and filled emotions, which could not be clarified as love. But when Nick closed his eyes, he imagined it to be another person he was kissing, he even made himself believe that he could taste Jeff on is lips.

That was when Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle and Nick's eyes flew open, the illusion was gone and now there was just him and Sebastian and the light taste of Jeff, still lingering in his memory. Nicks hands moved to Sebastian's chest and pushed him away.

"Aww, little Nicky doesn't want to play?" Sebastian teased and then licked his lips, with his eyes fixed on Nick.

"Don't call me that!" Nick muttered and turned his head, to hide the slight blush on his face, from the embarrassment he felt from the nickname.

"Oh, come one Nick. Don't be like that." Said Sebastian, whilst trying to get the attention of the smaller brunette. "Let me take care of you, eh?" He said, and took a step closer.

"And why would I do that?" Nick asked; his old cocky self, back in place. "Now give me my damn cigarette!" he shot, when he realized that it was still hanging between two of Sebastian's fingers.

"Because I can make you feel better." Sebastian reasoned and held out the cigarette for Nick to take. "I can make you feel good." Sebastian's voice was low when he said this, and shivers ran down Nick's spine, when he took the cigarette and sucked on it.

"You don't say?" The smaller one of them said, after blowing out the rest of the smoke, he'd just inhaled.

"I do." Sebastian only said.

"And how do you know, exactly?" Nick scoffed with an eyebrow raised.

"Please!" Sebastian said; his voice full of scorn of Nick's attempts to resist an easy fuck. "You don't think I would know, after hearing several guys screaming my name, in pure pleasure?" He continued, with the scornfulness still lingering on his voice.

"What if I don't want to be 'just another guy'?" Nick asked and suddenly sounded very tired as he sighed heavily.

"But you do, don't you?" The taller one asked, taking a step closer and raising his and to caress Nick's cheek. "You're far gone in Jeff, that's obvious to everyone, but you also want sex, which you're not getting with Jeff; so what's there to lose?" his hand cupping Nick's cheek.

"Let's see. My pride!?" Nick shot back, after slapping Sebastian's hand away, maybe a little harder than intended, but he was frustrated, and who could blame him, really?

"Pride? You? You're making me laugh." Sebastian said and rolled his eyes, with a little laugh on his voice, only to emphasize his point. "Listen Nick. You've been fucking around, for just as long as me, with far less class than me. Baby, whatever pride you might have had? It's gone now." He finished coldly; whether it hurt the smaller guy, didn't bother him in that particular moment.

"Oh really?" Nick growled; the sound coming from the back of his throat. "Then maybe you should stuff that stupid little laugh up your own butt!" He fired and felt his face heat up from his temper, beginning to coil.

"Maybe I will. But you wouldn't get much out of that, now would you?" Sebastian smirked; pleased with himself, for the glimpse of a surprised look, flickering over Nick's face.

"And I would have if I let you 'take care of me'?" the scoff was back on Nick's voice, but only slightly covering up the anger.

"Oh, believe me you wo-"

Hands settled on hips in a tight grasp. Hands turned the body around. Back pressed against the fence. A low gasp sounding over the silence. Lips pressed on lips. A hand intertwined in dark brown hair. Lips parting, tongues darting out, eyelashes brushing together. Heavy breathing through the nose. One set of lips pulling away, to trail kissed down over the other's neck.

A low moan escaped from Sebastian's throat and his eyes flew open, when Nick's teeth suddenly dug into the flesh, right where his neck connects to the shoulders, leaving a purplish love bite. He suddenly realized what was happening, and pushed off the wall, to turn them around. To take control.

Nick felt himself being backed up against the fence, just like he's pushed Sebastian against it, moments ago. He was suddenly not able to tell what went on, and to push away; he just let it happen. Let his hands slide under Sebastian's blazer, as the taller one of them attacked his neck and covered it with kisses, bites and small licks, that all send shivers down the spine, of the smaller boy, as he tilted his head back, to give better access to his sensitive skin.

"Thad?" Jeff asked with a shaky breath.

"Yeah?"

"You're not busy, are you?" He asked into the phone in his hand, praying that Thad was in fact not busy. He really needed to talk, and it was like the only one he could talk to about this, was Thad, who just so happened not to be there.

"Not really no? What's up, Jeff?"

"Something happened-" Jeff begun but stopped to swallow and never continued.

"What happened, Jeff?"

"Between me and Nick." He then said, as though he hadn't heard a word of what Thad just said to him, from the other end of the conversation.

"Jeff? What happened between you and Nick?"

"I-" Jeff started, and tears began to whelm up in his eyes. "We-" He then tried again. "He-" a single tear now rolled down, over his cheek. "He kissed me, Thad." He then finally burst out.

"What?"

"Or- Well- At first it was only him, but then-" Jeff then inhaled sharply. "I liked it. I think," He added the last part with his eyebrows furrowed, as he wasn't exactly sure, but he did know that he felt something. Something that came so suddenly, he just pulled away the fastest he could.

"Jeff, I'm sorry. I don't really know what you want me to say." There was a pause. "How did it happen?"

"Well I got a text from Wes and- I suppose that was Nick to. Well he told me to come to extra warblers practice, but only Nick was there, and the leather jacket and stuff, must have made him act on it, I think, I don't know-" He was then cut off.

"Hold on! Leather jacket?"

"That was Austin's idea!" Jeff defended himself.

"But you kissed, and you liked it. Jeff I think maybe-" Once again, there was a pause. "Have you considered that you might actually, really like him?"

"What? Like him!? Thad haven't you listened at all? He's just going to use me. I can't- I don't want to be just another toy." By now, a few new tears fell down over his cheeks.

"Do you want me to come back?"

"What?" Jeff asked; quite taken aback.

"Do you want me to come back to campus? I don't have much to do home anyways. I'll come if you want me to?"

"No. You don't have to. I mean- It's just a couple of days." Jeff said, not really sure if he was actually capable of handling it; yet he didn't want to ruin Thad's weekend home with his family.

"Think about it Jeff. He might be worth it, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay, I'll think about it. Thank you Thad. But it's late. Lights have to be out soon." He said; realizing what time it was.

"Promise me you'll go to sleep then?"

"Sure. I promise." Jeff swore. "Goodnight Thad. And thank you again."

"Goodnight, Jeff."

Jeff pushed the box saying 'end call' on his phone, locked it and put it on his desk as he sighed deeply. He should go to sleep, like he promised.

Hands on bare skin. Bodies barely feeling the cold night. Lips locked on the skin of a half-naked body. A simple, deep moan, rolling over Nicks lips, as he lets it all happen to him. No regrets. At least not yet.

Sebastian fumbled with the fly on Nick's trousers, trying to get it open without looking; succeeding shortly after. With a little smirk on his face, as he places a kiss on Nick's chest, Sebastian moved a hand into the now open trousers and palmed the smaller brunette's erection, though the fabric of his underwear.

Another moan fell over Nick's lips, as he used his hands to pull Sebastian's face up to him, and crashed his lips against his, in a sloppy, heated kiss.

Sebastian's face was still turned into a slight smirk, as their lips moved in synch, and their tongues met in a duel for dominance, that neither of them could ever win. A slight shiver ran down Sebastian's spine, as Nick let his hands trail down over his sides to settle on Sebastian's hips, pulling his closer and trapping his hand between them, making both of them moan at the friction.

Nick's back was still pressed against the fence behind them, when Sebastian got his hand free, and used both of his hands, to pull down Nick's pants along with his underwear, as he dropped to his knees along with it.

With a little laugh of malicious pleasure, Sebastian let his nails dig into Nick's hips, almost breaking skin. Above him, Nick whimpers from the pleasure; yet a groan sounds in his throat, when Sebastian wraps his mouth around his throbbing hard erection.

Nick's mind was soon turned into nothing less than a total mess. The only thing that is still clear in his head is how incredibly good Sebastian is at this; hand in hand with a slight memory of the fact that he should be mad at the guy.

Soon Nick's legs started shaking. This though, did not stop Sebastian from what he was doing, he just dug his nails further into the other brunette's skin to keep him standing, now actually drawing blood; making Nick whine out loud.

Nick's hips jerked under Sebastian's nails, when Sebastian had twisted his tongue, just the right way, making him take the length even further in, than he already had.

Sebastian himself was lost in the sex and the anger he felt, shining out through the other teen's body, directed right against him. Not that he cared though, about the anger. To him, it was only exciting. The way he was able to make people throw all of their inhibitions overboard, just by getting them angry, to the point where the anger is enough to make them want him so badly, they could not resist.

With his nails, still buried in Nick's hips, Sebastian bobbed his head back and forth. He moved forward and took Nick's length all the way in, relaxing his throat; hummed till he could feel Nick's cock throbbing, and he pulled off with a pop.

Nick was about to complain, when Sebastian was suddenly standing and spun him around. He only just caught the fence with his hands, before he stumbled right into it. His breath hitched when Sebastian suddenly pressed up against him from behind; his hands on Nick's hips, clenching around the newly made scars from his own nails.

"Just go. I'm coming, okay! I just- Need to get my- thing." Nick said, when Sebastian had asked him whether he was coming along or not, up to the dorms. He felt bad. He felt tipsy and his head were spinning like crazy. He just wanted Sebastian to leave him alone.

"Whatever." Sebastian mumbled as he turned is back on Nick and began wandering up to the dorms, on his own.

Nick didn't even wait for Sebastian to be out of hearing range, before he hammered his clenched fist, into the fence. "Damn it!" he swore. Since when did sex begin to feel wrong? How did sex begin to feel wrong!? In all of Nick's time, as sexually active, had sex never felt so wrong. It's not like he noticed, under the act. It's just sex. Right? But after.

"Don't break your fingers." Sebastian grumbled to Nick, over his shoulder. Normally he would have ignored it completely. Pretend like he didn't hear it. But he knew how Nick felt; they took share of the same part society. He just couldn't shut up.

"Shut up." Nick whispered; very well knowing that Sebastian would hear him. Turning around to lean against the fence, Nick let himself slide down, to sit on the ground; thoughts suddenly overwhelming him.

Maybe this was really wrong? Maybe he'd done it all, the wrong way? Maybe he didn't even have a chance?

"Maybe I'm the one, who's wrong." Nick mumbled softly out into the wind.