Sorry it's been over a week but this chaps nice and long to make up for it! Hope you like it...

Justin led on the bed looking up at the ceiling. The room was amazing, blue strip lighting giving the room a sultry, sexy glow and he wanted to stay there forever. He could see Brian's chest rising and falling not far away and hear his slow melodic breathing. He wasn't sure how the older man could sleep. Hadn't he witnessed the most perfect moment of ecstasy? Hadn't he been part of the life changing, the moment that Justin Taylor fell in love with the man of his dreams? It had been perfect. Brian was perfect! Brian's flat was perfect.

It was incredible. The kind of place you dreamt of being fucked in and Justin couldn't stop his eyes from looking around and taking everything in. The open plan, the Italian motor-furniture, the widescreen TV, the sliding doors and the priceless décor. The bed raised like an alter with a blue light that gave the room a indescribable sexiness.

Justin heard a weird mumbling from beside him and Brian shifted slowly in his sleep. His eyelids were twitching and Justin knew he was waking up. He wriggled down the bed so his face was in line with Brian's and waited. He wanted to be the first thing Brian saw in the morning. Brian's eyes fluttered open and he locked gaze with Justin. Then, he frowned. It took his drug-addled mind a few moments to work out where he was and what was happening but as soon as he had, a look of horror took over his face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded.

"You brought me here, remember?"

"I did?" Brian asked, clutching his head as he pushed himself up onto his elbow and desperately tried to piece together the previous night's events. "Wait … did we…?"

Justin frowned. Did this mean that Brian couldn't remember? But he forced a smile anyway and said, "it was amazing."

Brian flopped back onto his bed and covered his face with his hands. He slid them down slowly until they were only covering his mouth and nose. His eyes were looking straight at Justin.

"FUCK!" he yelled and Justin jumped violently. "You have to go."

"What? Why?"

"Why?!" questioned Brian, as though he'd never heard such a ridiculous question in his life. "Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd be in if any of the faculty found out I'd…" He trailed off, running his hand through his hair.

"Fucked a student?" Justin finished helpfully.

"Exactly," Brian said throwing the duvet back and getting out so he could pace. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." He kept repeating like a vulgar ticking clock. He was shaking his head and running his hands through his hair.

Justin got up and walked over to him. He put a hand out and rested it gently on Brian's shoulder, who stopped his pacing in favour of staring at the kid in complete disbelief masked with hatred..

"You're all tight," Justin said in a way he hoped was sexy. "Why don't you let me release some of that … tension?"

There was a moment where Brian Kinney thought, well, I've already fucked him once, what difference does in make if it's twice but then rational thinking kicked in and he pushed Justin away with one hand.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to help you. I just thought that, now we're together…"

"Together!?" choked Brian. "We're not together. We're not even a we. I'm me, Brian Kinney, lecturer and you're you, erm," Brian faltered as he tried to recall this boy's first name before getting fed-up and settling for, "something Taylor, a student."

"Justin."

"Whatever. The point is, last night was a mistake. You can't tell anyone about this … ever. Got it?"

Justin wanted to sob. He wanted to curl up in a ball and cry forever but first he had to leave this place. So he gritted his teeth, holding back a river's worth of tears and nodded.

"Good. Now, grab your shit and get out. I'm going for a shower," Brian thought out loud. Just as he shut the bathroom door he added, "and don't be late for your lecture first thing. This," he gestured vaguely around them, "will not count as an excuse."

Justin didn't say anything. He just watched the bathroom door close and the tears began to leak from his tear ducts. He forced the tears away with his knuckles and began to pull on his clothes. He was retrieving his watch from the bedside table when he spotted it. He knew immediately he wanted it as a souvenir. A little black bracelet with white shells stitched on it. He was sure Brian wouldn't miss it. He picked it up and tied it around his wrist before leaving.

Daphne was looking around frantically. The lecture would start in five minutes and she hadn't heard from Justin since that text last night. Ethan had promised her that everything would be alright but that hadn't stopped her dreaming up a million and one horrific things that could've happened to him and the closer it got to the lecture, the more confident she was that Justin had been murdered in his sleep so when he came around the door, her reaction to scream his name and hug him wasn't as strange as everyone else thought.

"I thought you were dead," she hissed when they sat at their seats.

"I sent you that text," he shrugged.

"Yeah but when I tried ringing you, you'd turned your phone off."

"I was … busy," he blushed.

"So, did you go home with a guy?" Daphne's eyes lit up.

Justin nodded a little distantly. He was very wary of giving away too many details.

"Was he hot?" Daphne asked, grinning nodded again.

"So what did you do?"

"Erm, he fucked me," Justin said.

"Really?" she giggled, her nose wrinkling. "What was it like?"

"It hurt a bit to begin with but after a while you get used to it and then … then it was amazing. We did it all night."

Daphne chuckled and touched his shoulder. "So are you gonna see him again?"

"Erm … I'm definitely going to see him again," Justin answered honestly. "But I don't think it'll be like that again. He seemed to think it was a mistake."

"Oh. I'm sorry Justin."

"No, it's fine. He was right really. He was probably too old for me anyway."

Just at that second the door flung open and Brian walked in. Justin caught his gaze for a moment and Brian smirked. Justin turned bright red and looked away flustered.

"And of course, you're already in love with someone," Daphne giggled, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Am not!"

"You so are, you go all wide-eyed and dopey every time you see him."

"I don't"

"You do. You looooooove him," she sang. "You love Brian Kinney."

"I do not!" Justin exploded and everyone turned to look at them including Brian.

"Have you something you'd like to say, Taylor?" he asked calmly.

Justin blushed bright red and looked down at his knees muttering, "no Brian … er, sir, Mr Kinney."

Brian raised an eyebrow but went back to his lecture without mentioning it again. Justin felt Daphne poke him in the ribs with her pen and whisper,

"It's probably a good thing you don't love him, he'd never look twice at you."

"I bet he would," Justin blurted.

"Whatever, he's a professor. You're a student. I bet he's not even gay."

"He is."

"How do you know? Wait, is this that gaydar thing? Do you have one of those?"

"No, that's bullshit," Justin grinned. "Some myth idiot straight people made up."

"Oh," Daphne said, "so how do you know?"

"I saw him … at Babylon."

"No way!" she laughed, "you're such a liar."

"I'm not lying."

"He's not gay and he certainly wasn't at Babylon. And even if he was, he still wouldn't go anywhere near you."

"He already has," Justin hissed, before he had time to stop himself. He wished the words would come back but he could see the half confused, half delighted look on Daphne's face and he knew it was too late.

"Justin!" she giggled, pushing him in the shoulder. "Oh my god, I can't believe you fucked a lecturer."

"Shhh, keep your voice down. No one can know."

"Okay, okay," she sighed.

"No. I mean it," he urged, "you can't tell a living soul."

"Okay, I won't," she promised, looking back at Brian and giggling. "I can't believe it. He's gorgeous!"

"I know," Justin chuckled, staring dreamily at the man at the front of the class before adding, "you should see his body."

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The class was over much sooner than either Justin or Daphne anticipated. Neither were ready, they were both completely lost in there own giggled conversation, which meant they were the last two to leave the room.

"Taylor," Brian said, as the two picked up their bags to leave. "Could I see you for a moment please?"

Justin's heart began to pound in his chest. Maybe Brian had changed his mind, maybe he wanted more from Justin, maybe they could start a secret relationship. Justin was sure it would be worth the risk of getting caught. He grabbed Daphne's hand and squeezed it excitedly. Daphne just burst out laughing and practically ran from the room.

"You twot," Brian sighed as the door shut. "You told her."

"It was an accident. It just kinda, slipped out."

"I don't care. You can't go around ruining my name like that."

"But who cares? So long as we can be together, what does it matter if people know?"

"There's nothing to know! We made a mistake when I was very, very high."

"Should you really be taking drugs if you're a member of the faculty?"

"What I do in my own privacy is my business."

"Does that include doing me?" Justin asked. He could hardly believe he was saying these things. He felt brave and more than a little stupid but he knew somewhere deep down that this man wanted him, why else would he have asked him to stop after class?

"Don't be ridiculous. Now," he said calmly, holding his hand out, palm up, "I think you have something that belongs to me."

"Huh?"

"My bracelet, you little twot. You stole it from my apartment this morning."

"No I didn't."

Brian sighed very deliberately and then lowered his voice to an angry hiss, "you're wearing it on you're wrist under the sleeve of that hideous sweater." Brian grabbed the loose material and pulled at it disgustedly.

"Oh," was all Justin could utter.

"I want it back."

"Right, yeah." Justin fumbled around with the clasp and handed it over sheepishly. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Hmm, sorry's bullshit. You're lucky I didn't call the cops," he said tying the bracelet back in it's proper place. It took a moment or two and Justin just waited patiently, fidgeting a little on the spot. He thought about offering to help but he knew Brian would just snap his head off. Even in the short time he'd known Brian, he knew the man wouldn't accept help from anyone. When Brian had finally finished tying the clasp, he looked up at Justin frowned and said,

"what are you still doing here?"And Justin belatedly took his cue to leave. As soon as he got outside Daphne bombarded him with a million and one questions which he tried to ignore and fob off with semi-answers and dismissive muttering but she kept pestering and pestering until he admitted the whole embarrassing truth.

Every lecture was more difficult than the last, Justin couldn't even concentrate on the words Brian said, let alone write them down. He just watched those perfect lips form the perfect shapes of the perfect letters. He watched the lips pushing the air around, so plump, so kissable and then there were those eyes, brown so deep you could drown in them if you weren't careful and Justin wasn't being careful, he found himself drowning every single day. He could hardly bare it anymore and yet Brian just looked straight through him. He hardly even acknowledged Justin's existence until the Friday evening tutorial.

There were only six people in this tutorial class and that meant Justin should have at least a sixth of Brian's attention although he couldn't help feel he was getting even less than that. It seemed Brian had something to say to each and every member of his tutorial group except Justin and Justin wanted to find out why. As the rest of the class left, Justin stayed behind and waited for Brian to acknowledge him. He waited a very long time.

"You know," Brian said eventually, after he'd packed away all his notes, pocketed his pen, adjusted his tie, smoothed at his jacket, checked his hair and stood up to leave. "It's very difficult for me to conduct a seminar when you're staring at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you've just seen a great piece of steak and you haven't eaten for weeks."

Justin smirked a bit but he reigned it in before it became a full blown smile and said sternly, "I wanna know why you're ignoring me."

"Just because we fucked doesn't mean I'm going to give you any special favours."

"But you're not doing anything for me, you're actively ignoring me."

"Stop behaving like a child, Taylor. If you wanna go to Babylon and pick up men then man up and deal with the consequences."

"B-but … this is persecution. I could have you arrested."

Suddenly, Justin found himself flung against the wall. A sharp pain tore through his spine and Brian had a scrunched up hold of the front of his shirt, his face just inches from Justin. There breathing was quick and heavy, like they'd been duelling for hours.

"You think you're a man, don't you Taylor?"

Justin just stared back defiantly as he drowned yet again in the brown lagoon of Brian's iris'.

"Well, you're not," Brian spat. "You're only a boy. You can talk big, you can act tough and you can pick up guys in Babylon but you're still a boy. And you can make all the smart-ass comments and do all the tight-ass tricks in the world but it ain't gonna change the fact that you're a stupid kid with no idea how the things work."

Justin swallowed slowly and replied steadily, "aren't you supposed to teach me?"

Brian closed his eyes tight and with one last press to the wall, he let Justin go. The kid didn't move he just stood by the wall and watched as Brian stormed angrily over to pick up his bag.

"Lesson number one," he said. "Never fall for a trick."

Justin watched as his lecturer stormed away his reverberating around his skull. It was weird. Never fall for a trick. He'd never once told Brian he'd fallen for him. Maybe it was obvious from the way he looked at him with a love-struck, puppy-dog eyes but it didn't explain why Brian was ignoring him or why he'd gotten so angry. Justin knew there was more, he knew Brian wasn't as okay with all this as he was making out.

Brian got back to his loft and went immediately to his phone. He called his friends, Michael, Emmett; yes, even Ted, and told them to meet him at Babylon pronto. He needed a drink, he needed a dance but what he really needed was a fuck. He couldn't understand how that goddamn kid had got to him so badly. He could hardly plan a lecture knowing he'd be there in the front row, chin resting on his palm, staring unblinkingly at him. Brian felt a tingle run through him at the memory. It was an impossible situation and he couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He'd tried to rationalise the problem and finally he'd discovered the solution. He couldn't remember the fuck so it was like it had never happened. He still yearned for the fuck maybe he could break his 'once only' rule this time. After all, if you're high and you can't remember, it didn't happen, right?

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