Brian saw the guy almost immediately. A short, blonde twink dancing all alone in the centre of the dance floor. There were a couple of guys eyeing him up but Brian knew they were no match for him. He strolled over confidently and span the twink around, he was almost disappointed to find the guy had brown eyes. He shook his head a little to clear his mind of any thoughts and leant forward whispering in the guys ear. They were the words he knew would get him laid. They were a failsafe, they worked on everyone and they worked every time. The guy smiled and nodded as he stepped away and Brian pulled him into a kiss before dragging him to the backroom.

It was just a fuck. It didn't mean anything but Brian couldn't concentrate properly. His head was being flooded with images of that fucking kid, his bright eyes and blonde hair. The way he gazed at Brian. The way he laughed. The way he smiled. The way he fumbled his words.

"Fuck!" Brian shouted as all the images in his brain got too much. He couldn't cope, he needed to fuck that kid and move on.

"Yeah!" The twink groaned and Brian just frowned and finished the job.

--

The lecture was torture. Brian could hardly concentrate, he could just feel blue eyes in the front row staring intently at him. He felt like he was under a spotlight as though his every move was being scrutinised. He coughed and loosened his collar but nothing was working. The lesson came to an end and Taylor was one of the first to jump to his feet and make his way to the door.

"Er, Taylor," the kid turned back, "I need to speak to you about your assignment."

Justin nodded slowly although he didn't know what assignment Brian was referring too. It didn't matter, he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to spend time with his lecturer. The class filed out slowly and Daphne said something about waiting outside. And then, it was just the two of them.

They were silent for a while. They both just stood there deliberately not looking at one another. They could hear the clicking of heels on wooden flooring outside the room and the faint buzzing of the heating system in the background, through the open window there was the humming of car engines and the chattering of carefree students but in the room they were deafened by the perpetual silence.

"Sir," Justin said eventually. "Brian. What's wrong with my assignment?"

"It's something I need to speak to you about personally … away from other people."

"I see."

"Perhaps you could come to this address," he smirked, handing over a card. Justin read it; 6 Fuller, corner of Tremont. He frowned. He knew that address. He'd been there once before, he'd spent the night once before.

"This is your address."

"Alright," Brian hushed him. "Just be there. Tonight. 9.30pm." And with that, Brian walked out of the room and straight into Daphne, knocking all his papers and folders everywhere. He swore sharply under his breath.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, quickly helping him pick everything up.

"Eavesdropping a habit of yours Daphne?"

"Erm, no Brian," she said holding out a folder tentatively.

"Let's hope not," he scowled, snatching the folder back before stomping down the corridor.

Daphne watched him march away and frowned. She turned her attention to Justin who'd just appeared at the doorway grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"How did it go?" she asked.

Justin just beamed back at her and held up the card with the address.

--

Justin flopped back on the bed and turned his head to the right. Brian was lighting a cigarette and smiling slightly to himself. It had been amazing. They both knew it.

Justin twisted his body a bit so he was lying on his side, trying to make himself more comfortable. He sighed contentedly. He felt a happy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and he did nothing to stop it from taking over his face.

Brian's eyes slid to the side and he stared at Justin for a moment before sighing and returning his attention to the ceiling.

"What?" he asked eventually.

"Nothing," Justin smiled.

"You've got a stupid grin on your face," Brian said, not quite managing to sound as angry as he's intended.

Justin pulled a face to show he didn't know what Brian was talking about, though the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. Brian wasn't one to beg so he just shrugged and went back to his cigarette, trying not to think of the possible consequences if any of his colleagues found out about this. Instead, he focused on the taste on his tongue, the warmth of the smoke filling his lungs and the revelled in that calm, post-coital feeling that was overcoming him. He even closed his eyes and was succumbing to the peace when;

"I knew, you know" and his eyelids snapped back open and he saw blue eyes staring lovingly at him. He didn't want to encourage the kid. He wanted him out but they'd already negotiated that Justin would stay the night; but that had been when Brian had been hard and desperate for a fuck. Now, he was wishing he'd been stronger and forced Justin to agree to leave straight away. Having said that, he was kind of interested to hear what the kid had to say so he asked,

"Knew what?"

"That you'd cave in eventually?"

"Cave in?"

"You know, beg me to come back and do this again."

"I didn't beg."

"You didn't have to," Justin smiled, reaching his hand out tentatively and tracing a finger along Brian's perfectly toned bicep. "I'd have come anyway."

"And come you did," Brian said smugly.

Justin smiled a bit and leant over to press his lips to Brian's shoulder, then his collarbone, that bit of flesh below his ear, his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked slowly.

"Ready for one more … old man?"

Brian's face was expressionless as he leant over to the bedside table and stubbed out his cigarette. Then he turned slowly back to Justin and flipped the kind onto his stomach, pressing against his back he pressed his lips to that sensitive bit of skin just behind Justin's ear, kissing it gently before whispering;

"who're you calling old?"

--

Justin pushed open the door of his flat as best he could. The bags of rubbish in the corridor had already multiplied in the space of 2 weeks. The flat stunk of skunk, alcohol and piss. It flooded his nose and he gagged as he pushed his way past the bags. Justin found out why the flat was so disgusting, when Chris Hobbs stumbled around the opposite end of the corridor holding out a beer in one hand and chugging from the beer in his other hand.

"Twenty four hour party," he beamed, staggering towards Justin.

"Yeah. I really can't. I've got a lecture to go to. I only came back to get some books."

"Have you only just got in?" Chris asked, leaning heavily against a wall and raising his eyebrows, looking mildly impressed.

"Yeah."

"Someone got lucky!" he bellowed and he was immediately joined by the rest of the flatmates.

"Tell us what she was like," demanded the other boy, Jim.

"Yeah," Chris agreed, "did she have big tits?"

Justin thought of Brian's incredible pecs. "Not really," he shook his head.

"Then was she a dog?" Jim asked.

"No."

"So what was she like?"

"Beautiful," Justin sighed dreamily.

"Awww," the two girls giggled. "That's so romantic."

"Urgh, romance," Chris scorned. "It wasn't romantic, was it Taylor?"

"No," he shook his head decisively. "It was just fucking. That was made very clear."

"Good man," Jim grinned, taking the spare beer from Chris and handing it to Justin. "Breakfast beer is a must in a situation like this."

Justin smiled and took the drink politely. He took a sip and then made an excuse to leave, slumping off to his room. He poured the rest of his beer out of the window, not bothering to check if anyone was below him. He heard swearing, a lot of it, and peeped his head cautiously out the window.

"There you are you little asshole!" the man was shouting, glaring directly at him. Justin was horrified and ducked back inside, calling, "sorry."

He looked at his watched and groaned. If he didn't leave now he'd be late for his lecture, Brian's lecture, but if he did leave now, he was confident the beer-soaked man would kill him. He pulled up his hood so it almost covered his face and grabbed his bag, maybe the man wouldn't recognise him. He walked out the door snuck a look to the right. The was a man was pointing right at him. Damn.

"That's him," he shouted. "That's the kid."

Justin looked up properly this time and gasped. He recognised the man immediately. He was the weird bug-eyed man from Babylon, Brian's friend. What was his name again? Michael? And next to him was Brian. They were both glaring in his direction but Justin was pretty sure they didn't recognise him. Brian beckoned him over angrily and Justin sighed. He knew he was about to get into a whole heap of trouble.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized as soon as he came into ear shot. "I didn't know anyone was there, I swear."

"Sorry's bullshit!" Brian snapped. "You shouldn't be throwing beer out of your window," he licked Michael's face slowly, "especially not beer of that quality."

"Brian!" Michael whined, wiping his face clean of saliva and alcohol, "get off."

"Just savouring the taste of you," Brian said suggestively and Justin felt his stomach churn with jealousy and his fists clenched a little. "So, boy," he returned to Justin, "apologize to Mikey and we'll all be on our way."

"Sorry Mikey."

"It's Mr Novotny to you. And take your hood down when you're addressing an adult."

Justin ducked his head and slowly pulled back his hood saying,

"Sorry … Mr Novotny."

"Oh great it's you," Michael scorned, though Justin couldn't miss the smirk on Brian's face. He looked genuinely amused by the situation. "Aren't you gonna say anything?" Michael demanded of his friend.

"What would you like me to say? Taylor's apologized and if he doesn't leave now!" Brian hissed the word and glared at his student, "he's going to be late for his lecture."

Justin took his cue to leave and ducked away almost running down the sidewalk away from them. Michael turned to glare at his chuckling friend.

"Well, I'm glad you think it's funny."

Brian just shrugged and hoisted his bag further onto his shoulder. He had no desire to explain himself to his best friend. There were so many things Michael couldn't understand about Brian, one of which was if he wanted someone he'd have them, however big a risk. And the truth was, he'd wanted that kid. A Kinney fuck was a one time thing (or two time thing is this one specific situation) and that was all it had been, a good old fashioned, no strings attached fuck. Hopefully, Justin would understand that.

--

"I think I love him."

"Justin," chuckled Daphne, pushing him fondly in the shoulder. "You hardly know him."

"I know him and he knows me, better than anyone's ever known me before."

"Hmm, so when are you gonna see him next?"

"In about ten minutes," Justin grinned, looking up at the clock on their lecture theatre.

"I mean outside lectures."

"Oh. I was thinking I might go around there tonight."

"Tonight? You can't. It's Ethan's concert."

"Shit," Justin hissed.

"Taylor, watch your language," Brian barked, "Smith, sit down and Edwards, will you pull your shirt down or your skirt up. I don't need to see your thong, I've just eaten breakfast."

"You're such a pervert," Courtney Edwards scowled, pulling her shirt down and sitting at the chair. "You know it's illegal to fuck your students, however much you want to … however much I want to."

Brian's gaze flicked to Justin and back to Courtney, so quickly no one but Daphne and Justin noticed it but that didn't stop them nudging each other and giggling knowingly. Brian, however, didn't flinch. He just stared at Edwards and told her he'd sooner fuck his own mother's pet cat than her and to sit down before she embarrassed herself any further.

Justin couldn't help smiling to himself. He knew he'd been an exception the rule. He knew he was special and he knew Brian knew it too.

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