disclaimer: Just like I don't own Charmed, I don't own Panic! at the Disco or their lyrics to But It's Better If You Do either.

Thank you to all those who reviewed the last chapter. Yes, poor Chris, but it had to happen for a reason, like so much does in my stories...Anyway, on with the chapter.

Boarding School Hell

'And isn't this exactly where you like me,

I'm exactly where you like me you know.

Praying for love in a lap dance,

And paying in naivety, oh!

Isn't this exactly where you like me,

I'm exactly where you like me you know…'

Wyatt sang along with the song whilst doing some work.

"Yes, you're exactly where I like you. But don't go for a career in the singing business."

The 17-year-old turned around from his desk to see his roommate stood at the door with a soft smile. Chris stepped over the threshold finally and threw his bag on his bed.

"How was home?" Wyatt asked, wondering whether Chris really wanted it bringing up, as he turned his music player off. The brunette just went straight to the bag to unpack his clothes. Wyatt sighed and stood up, it obviously had not gone well at home. He walked behind his lover and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Hey, Chris, talk to me."

Chris turned around as he felt Wyatt's arms wrap around him. He looked into the blonde haired teen's soft blue eyes.

"Can we go for a smoke, I really need one." Wyatt frowned slightly, realising that Chris was hiding his pain, but decided to agree. Maybe once they were in the hut Chris would talk to him. The Halliwell gave a roommate a quick kiss on the lips and flashed a soft smile.

"C'mon then, for a smoke we go."

The two boys made their way to the hut in silence, Wyatt wanted to talk to Chris but could see that he was not ready to say anything yet, and Wyatt could not bring himself to start the conversation, this was up to the eldest of the two.

Once they made it to the hut, Chris took out his packet of cigarettes, and lit one up. Both boys just sat opposite each other, still in silence. Chris had his eyes to the ground, not daring to look at his lover, he could feel his eyes burning into him wanting to know what had happened.

"He's not got long," Chris finally said after taking a few drags from the cancer stick, "He looked really bad. I can't believe I never saw it over the summer. I just thought it was all old age, but he was really ill and I never saw it. I'm the worst grandson in the world."

"No, you're not, Chris," Wyatt shook his head, "You didn't see it because you didn't think you had to look out for it. Was he that bad?"

"He'll get worse, or so the doctors were telling me," Chris still could not meet Wyatt's gaze, scared that his tears would come back, "I don't know what to do now. He's told me to get on, don't let it affect me, but he's all I have left Wy…Without him…"

Wyatt slid over to his brunette lover and pulled him towards him into a hug, as he felt his body begin to shake, "Hey, Chris, it's ok. You don't have to deal with this on your own, let me help you."

"How can you help? My grandpa is dying and there's nothing I can do about it," Chris finally met Wyatt's gaze, tears running down his cheeks, "I'm gonna be left all alone, Wyatt, how can I let you help me with that."

"Because I won't leave you all alone," Wyatt sighed speaking in a whisper, "I'm not about to let you feel like you've got nobody in your life to help you. And even if we hadn't kissed and started fooling around, I'd still be saying the same thing."

Chris let himself smile at Wyatt's words, he really had found a great friend, someone who was sweet, caring and loving, which was something Chris really needed right now. As he took the last drag from his cigarette and put it out, he leaned his head on his lover's shoulder.

"Thanks Wyatt," he said softly, "I'd be going crazy right now if it wasn't for you."

"You'd probably still be at home if it wasn't for me." Wyatt laughed gently, since he had only been away for a week, Wyatt was expecting him to be away longer.

"Yeah, maybe," Chris smiled, "But I couldn't stay away from you too long and needed comfort from you."

"And you've got it." Wyatt replied, kissing the top of the brunette's head. The hand that was wrapped around Chris' body moved to his neck, stroking him gently, and Wyatt could tell from Chris' breathing that Chris was becoming turned on from the touch, "You ok?" Wyatt whispered kissing his silky brown hair again.

All Chris could do was mumble a yes, and let out a sigh as he felt the pleasure from Wyatt's touch on his neck. He looked up, meeting Wyatt's blue eyes, and then kissed him. He ran his hand through Wyatt's blonde curls as the kisses became more passionate, their tongues battling for control and Wyatt's winning. Chris moaned into Wyatt's mouth, as the youngest male's hands moved to underneath Chris' T-shirt, stroking his toned abs. Slowly, Wyatt pushed Chris' T-shirt, nudging the elder to take it off. Once Chris did, they resumed their kissing, but this time Wyatt moved his lips to Chris' ears and neck, while all Chris could do was moan and curl his fingers around Wyatt's blonde hair. As the brunette felt Wyatt's lips and tongue on one of his nipples, he also felt his member growing hard.

"Oh…Wyatt…" Chris let out a sigh, arching his back as Wyatt began to lick, nip and suck down Chris' stomach and to the top of his jeans. The sound of a belt unfastening could be heard clearly around the hut, making Chris look up to his lover, "Wyatt?" But there was not response from the youngest 17-year-old, just Chris' jeans being unfastened and pulled down to reveal his black boxers.

By now, Wyatt was aching inside. His rock hard member was throbbing and aching against his restricting jeans. He was about to lay more kisses on the brunette's body, but felt himself being rolled over, and Chris sucking on his neck, making his hard-on worse. He was stripped of his T-shirt straight away, but Chris took his time on Wyatt's nipples, teasing him before he stripped him of his jeans, revealing that the muscular blonde was wearing no underwear.

The Perry let out a low moan, as he realised that he had such easy access and went straight to work taking Wyatt's throbbing member into his mouth.

Wyatt let out a gasp as he felt Chris' warm mouth around his member, sucking him like a hungry child with a Popsicle. He had had girls do this before, but it had never felt this good. Chris knew exactly what he was doing, and knew exactly which buttons to press.

"Chris…" Wyatt moaned, feeling the pleasure running through him, all his blood rushing south, making him feel he could release any second. He ran his hands through Chris' soft brunette hair as his back arched because of the pleasure running through him, "Chris…I'm go…gon…gonna come." The Halliwell managed to say just as he did. His semen spurting into Chris' mouth, who swallowed every last drop. Wyatt stayed laid on his back as Chris kissed back up his body until their eyes met again.

Chris gazed into his lover's baby blue eyes with a smile, as he felt himself being rolled onto the bottom.

"I don't have a clue on what I'm doing here." Wyatt whispered truthfully

"You don't have to do it if you don't want." Chris replied. Wyatt was about to say something, but Chris put his hand to his mouth. Wyatt's eyes asked Chris what was going on, but all Chris did was put a finger at his own lips to tell Wyatt to stay silent. That was when Wyatt heard it, the sound of the bushes around them rustling. Wyatt's heart rate rose as he realised that they could be caught. Both teens shot up from the floor, quickly getting dressed, before whoever it was outside came into the hut, only just putting their T-shirts on as the door to the hut opened. The two 17-year-olds looked to the door to see it door.

"Mr Perry, Mr Halliwell, my office. NOW!"

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