And again, thank you to those who took the time to review. It's very much appreciated :D Here is the continuation of the next chapter, to find out how Naff really will take it...

Boarding School Hell

"Thought so, what?" Chris asked, slightly nervous, knowing he had been caught out by one of his friends.

"You two," Naff smiled, "I could tell as soon as I saw you both." The two lovebirds shared a look and then looked at Dane Naffelitie.

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt folded his arms, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Don't bother with hiding it," Naff shook his head, "But don't worry, I won't tell a soul, as long as I don't hear you both when you're at it – you know, with being in the room next door to you?"

The two busted teens looked at the brunette, who was still smirking, and laughed.

"Thanks, Naff," Chris smiled, "You won't hear us…"

"You won't hear me." Wyatt corrected, earning a slap from his brunette lover.

"We had better get going now," Chris shook his head and his lover's comment, it was not his fault Wyatt could have him pretty much screaming in pure ecstasy, was it? "We do actually need to see the principal."

"Cool man," Naff smiled as he started walking up the hall, "Oh, and party in mine and Teapot's tonight, celebrate your return."

"Catch up with the work you've missed, and I don't want to see either of you in my office for the rest of the year…" The Principal then looked at Chris, "Well, at least for a month, possibly two Mr Perry?"

The comment had Wyatt sniggering slightly, he never realised how much trouble Chris must have caused in the school.

"Ok, out you go."

Once the two teens left the office, Chris turned to his lover.

"You found that funny then?"

"Like to cause trouble do you?"

"You know it." Chris smiled seductively, wrapping his arms around the Halliwell's neck pulling him in for a kiss, but Wyatt stopped him.

"Not here," Wyatt looked into the hurt eyes of his lover, "Back in the room." They had already been caught once today, luckily by a good friend, God only knew what would happen if they were caught by one of Chris' enemies or a teacher.

As they made their way back, they bumped into Stick, the only one they had not seen since their return.

"Yo! Dudes! When did you get back?" The 16-year-old questioned, slapping them both on their backs standing in between them.

"Not too long ago," Chris answered, trying hard not to sigh in disappointment, were they going to get any time alone? "Where you been?"

"Playing the drums," Stick answered as they walked down the hall, "You see Titch and the guys?" Chris just replied with a nod and then heard the African-American say something about a party tonight, he already knew about a party tonight, Naff had already said to them, "I'm gonna have to love you and leave you both," Stick stated as he seemed to look down a corridor, "Got something to do before I come along for the drinking session." The two roommates said their goodbyes and watched as he ran down the corridor and high-fived one of the teens stood there, then continued down he corridor. Chris finally sighed 'finally' but resisted from taking his lover's hand in his own until they made it to their room.

As soon as the door was closed, the kisses and touches started, sending both teens in a wild frenzy of passion. The Perry perched on his desk and wrapped his legs around his lover's body, pulling Wyatt as close as possible, while Wyatt began to nibble on Chris' ear, making him moan. Chris quickly unfastened Wyatt's shirt, stripping him off it before he could say anything. He threw the discarded shirt to the floor and looked into the blonde's eyes. Nothing needed to be said, as Wyatt stepped back so Chris could get off the desk and push him to the bed. Wyatt instantly laid down as Chris removed his own T-shirt and climbed on top of his lover.

The Halliwell moaned as he felt Chris' lips, tongue and teeth all over his upper body, especially when he stopped at his nipples, teasing him by licking the small pink buds and then sucking them. Chris continued on Wyatt's nipples as one of his hands felt up the blonde's thighs, rubbing through the denim material, feeling Wyatt's erection growing. All Wyatt could do was run his hand up Chris' bare back and then play with his hair while he felt himself growing uncomfortable in his jeans. He moaned low and huskily as he could feel his lover's lips moved down his six-pack and kissing along the line of his jeans, the hand still feeling through the material of his jeans.

Chris moved his hand away from Wyatt's groin and began to unfasten the jeans, slowly, in fact painfully slowly, just to tease the blonde. Once the jeans were unfastened, the 17-year-old brunette moved back up his lover's body and looked into his blue eyes while his hand slipped beneath the material of the jeans so he could feel Wyatt's hard-on through his boxers. He smiled as the blonde bit his lower lip, trying to conceal a moan, but it did not work.

"Please…Chris…" Wyatt groaned and then gasped as Chris' cold hands took hold of his full erection. The Perry moved his hand up and down the shaft, fast to please his lover, kissing Wyatt's lips as his back arched in pleasure. The Halliwell's hips bucked as the pleasure increased, causing his moans to get slightly louder, "Aw…Ch…Chris…st…stop….stop."

"Stop?" The brunette questioned, but did as he was told, slightly confused, until he saw Wyatt grab the tub of lube from his bag and kissed him, "Wyatt? The door isn't locked." But the blonde seemed like he did not hear. Wyatt quickly unfastened Chris' jeans and stripped him, stripping himself in the process and he rolled the brunette on his front, asking him to get on all fours. As Chris did as he was asked, Wyatt applied lube to his hard member.

"Do you trust me?"

Chris bit his bottom lip, looking around to see into Wyatt's eyes and nodded his head. The blonde 17-year-old put the lube to one side and positioned himself so he could push straight into his lover, kissing his neck to make the pain seem easier. Chris cried out in pain, as he grabbed the headboard of the bed with one hand, grasping it as hard as he could. Wyatt never moved inside of him, just allowed him to get used to it, this was the first time that Wyatt had not used his fingers first, although Chris did this to Wyatt a few nights ago, and he was obviously getting his own back. Once Wyatt felt his lover relax around him, he began to move in and out, his hands on Chris' shoulders to help him bury deeper inside, hitting Chris' prostate straight away, causing his moans of pain finally turn to pleasure.

"You ok?" Wyatt asked in a moan, it was different not being able to see his face. Making out a 'yes' in a moan, Wyatt pressed on, pushing harder and faster, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm rising inside of him.

Chris' grip on the headboard had loosened slightly once the pain had subdued, but as soon as his lover began to catch his prostate just right, the grip began to tighten, this time in pleasure. He bit onto his arm, muffling his moans, as he felt Wyatt getting harder and faster inside of him. He could feel a hand on his erect member, and the pleasure increased, he was in pure ecstasy as his blonde haired lover masturbated him. He began to feel his legs going weak as he reached closer to the point of no return, pushing back onto Wyatt every time he pushed into him, their bodies moving as one. The brunette threw his head back, moaning slightly too loudly, causing Wyatt to move his free hand to his lips to quieten him. Wyatt kept pushing, feeling a new sensation as he felt Chris suck on his fingers, helping him to stifling his moans. It was something so innocent, but turned him on so much, and just made him continue as fast as he could pushing in and out of his lover and rubbing his member at the same time.

Chris felt his body tense as his orgasm got closer. His fingers grasped the headboard and the sheets as he sucked harder on his lover's fingers. Once again, he threw his head back, letting out another moan.

"Bi…bite…m…my…my hand…Chris." Wyatt moaned, feeling the same as his lover, stifling his own moans by biting on his lip, his eyes closing tight.

Chris did as he was told, but only bit lightly, as he finally came, blasting all over the sheets. His legs and arms felt so weak, but he kept himself up, while Wyatt finished.

Feeling his brunette lover come, his muscle tightening around him, Wyatt instantly filled him with his seed, moaning into Chris' back, hoping nobody would hear him. As he felt Chris' body begin to shake, Wyatt pulled out of his lover and laid to the side. Straight away, Chris collapsed on the bed, both boys still panting, trying to get their breaths back. The blonde 17-year-old rolled on his side, and ran his finger up and down Chris' spine, hearing a slight whimper of pleasure coming from him.

"Wy…not again…" Chris turned his head, their eyes locking, "I don't think I can right now. Not after that." Wyatt had to admit, that was hotter than their love making had ever been. Probably the change in position, or maybe the thought of being caught at anytime.

Their conversation was stopped by a knock at the door, causing both the teens to look at each other searching for what to do. Wyatt quickly jumped off the bed to throw his jeans back on and hide the discarded clothes while Chris grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist to open the door. On the other side stood Ben.

"Thought you'd be back from the principal's office," Ben stated, "Wondering if you were coming down to mine and Titch's room."

"We'll be there in a bit," the brunette smiled, he knew there was still something that Ben felt for him and began to feel guilty for leading him on last year, "We decided to finish unpacking and go for a shower, you know, being on a train all day." Ben nodded and left the two roommates alone. As Chris closed the door behind him with a sigh, Wyatt trapped him between himself and the door.

"Nice lie."

"Yeah, well, shower time."

"Shame I can't join you, hey?" Chris smiled and rolled his eyes as he kissed his lover gently.

"At least we're in the same room."

As Chris left, Wyatt thought back to what Naff had said a few weeks ago about falling for your roommate. He began to wonder whether they would be able to go back to how they were the first couple of days if something happened between them, but with how Wyatt felt for Chris he highly doubted it.

"Guys, 15 minutes to headcount," Teapot said, looking at the clock on his nightstand and then back at the group of teenagers in the room, "Start getting ready to go."

"Back in here after, right?" Speedy asked, taking a swig from the vodka bottle. They were getting to the bottom of their alcohol stash.

"Of course." Teapot laughed. Wyatt sat on the floor, with his back against the frame of one of the beds, still tired from his activities with his roommate a few hours ago. He looked around the room to see Naff looking at him, as the brunette motioned for Wyatt to follow him outside, he stood up and left the room. Confused, Wyatt stood up and shut the door behind him as the two stood out in the hallway.

"I said don't get with your roommate."

"You also said to do what feels right." Wyatt replied, folding his arms, wondering where this was going

"Just be careful with him at the moment, he's vulnerable…"

"Don't you think I know that!" the Halliwell exclaimed, "I was there when his grandfather died, I was with him every night after his death and after his funeral, looking out for him, stopping him from doing something he'd regret."

"So you stopped him from sleeping with you?" Naff laughed, "Because they way you are around each other, I don't think so."

"I did, actually," the 17-year-old answered with a smug smile, "And if you don't believe me you can just ask him. I know you warned me about getting with my roommate, but what can I do? It felt right."

"Do you love him?"

"Naff, we've been together for less than a month!"

"I can see the way he feels for you," the younger 17-year-old stated, "And I don't want him to get hurt. He was my first friend here, just like yours, and I like to look out for my friends."

"So do I," Wyatt argued, "And why are you putting all of this on me? Chris was the one who kissed me, not the other way around. I was straight until he did that." He could see Naff shake his head, but nothing more was said as the teenagers piled out of the room to their own rooms. They both found Chris standing in front of them both, looking suspiciously at them.

"Wh…what are y…y…you two talk…talking about?" Chris slurred to the two, obviously having had too much to drink. Wyatt sighed, realising he was doing it to hide his pain from the funeral while he was around his friends. He put his arm around his waist as Chris stumbled back slightly.

"Not here, Wy…Naff's watching…"

"C'mon, bed."

"What are you gonna do to me?" Wyatt refrained from answering as he helped the brunette down the corridor and into the room, avoiding Naff's gaze.

As soon as they made their way into the room, Chris collapsed on his bed.

"Chris, you can't sleep in there tonight, you still haven't changed the sheets."

The brunette 17-year-old pulled himself off the bed and stood again, looking into Wyatt's crystal blue eyes, almost losing himself.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"You can sleep with me," Wyatt nodded, "But no sex." He was still not going to let Chris do something he may regret in the morning, and plus he was still to tired to do anything after their session earlier, "But first I just need you to sit on the end of your bed for when Jenson walks in." Sure enough, just as soon as Chris sat on his bed, there was a knock at the door and a tall, dark haired, young looking teacher opened the door. Wyatt smiled at the teacher, hoping he did not see that his roommate was drunk, and then sighed as he left and shut the door.

Even though the party was continuing in a few minutes, Wyatt decided against it and just decided to put Chris to bed. He moved to lock the door and when he turned around he found the brunette already shirtless. Beginning to wonder if he would be able to refrain himself tonight, he took his own shirt off and then his jeans, moving closer to his own bed, getting his lover to follow him. Chris was in no state to think for himself, so Wyatt began to unfasten his jeans and he felt the lust begin to grow.

Not tonight, Wyatt thought to himself, Control yourself. He quickly kissed Chris, as his jeans came off and then moved back to the bed. The Halliwell climbed into the bed, and moved over for Chris to join him. As soon as Chris was in the bed, the covers were pulled back, then Wyatt thought about the light.

"Stay here, Chris." Wyatt said as he got back out of the bed to turn the light off and climbed back in, pulling his lover to him, feeling his head on his own chest.

"I love you, Wyatt." Chris mumbled quietly, as he fell asleep, making Wyatt smile in the dark.

"I love you too, Chris." He replied, kissing the top of Chris' head, closing his eyes, letting exhaustion take over his body.

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