Michael’s POV I can’t believe the audacity of that little shit. He thinks he’s so clever getting Brian to make a fool out of me. They’re not going to get away with it, I’ll make that little slut pay for what they did. Smiling, I take one last glance over at Justin and Brian and head to my next class.

I ring the door bell and wait for somebody to answer. “Yes, may I help you?” “Hi, could I speak with Mrs Kinney please?” I ask. “Come in. One moment, I will see if she is available. Who should I say is asking for her?” “Michael Novotny, I’m the headmaster’s son,” I reply. Stepping inside the man shuts the door behind me and walks down the hall. He returns a few moments later with a woman, who I assume is Mrs Kinney. “Hello Michael, I’m Mrs Kinney but you can call me Joan. What can I do for you?” “I’m sorry to bother you, but I left something in Brian’s room the other day…” “And you were wondering if you could get it?” She interrupts. “Yes, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all, top of the stairs, third on your right.” “Thank you,” I reply, running up the stairs towards Brian’s bedroom. I enter his room and open up my bag. Now where should I put it?

Brian’s POV Standing in my bedroom I check myself over in the mirror. When I’m satisfied with how I look, I grab the bottle of champagne and carry it over to the bedside table. Tonight is the night, the night I finally will get to fuck Justin. Smiling at the thought, I don’t hear the knock at my door. “What are you smiling at?” Justin asks, causing me to jump. I turn around and see Justin standing there in a pair of tight black trousers and a navy see through shirt. “Nothing. Just thinking about tonight,” I reply, walking over to him and running my hands over his body. “Let’s just get this over with,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. Strolling over to where Justin is standing, I kneel down and begin to unfasten his trousers, while planting soft kisses on his torso. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his trousers, I slide them down over his perfect ass before standing up. Justin steps out of his trousers and makes his way over to the bed. “So, how do you want me?” he purrs, stretching out on the bed allowing me to see every inch of his flesh. “I want you on your back. I want to see you.” I reply, quickly stripping out of my clothes and joining him on the bed. Reaching over I pour the champagne into the flutes and hand one to him. Justin accepts the glass and down’s it all in a matter of seconds. I pick up the bottle again and pour some over his exposed chest, then lean down to lick it off. I hear small gasps coming from Justin as I work my way up his body, stopping to swirl my tongue around each of his nipples. I want this to last but I can’t wait any longer. I seize a condom and some lube from my bedside drawer and place them on the bed. “Take it easy. I’m not a bottom boy, remember,” Justin says, hooking his legs over my shoulder. Nodding my head I slip the condom over my cock and coat it with lube. Using my lube covered fingers, I insert one into Justin’s tight channel. I hear him gasp when I start to insert the second and third finger. Once I’m satisfied that he’s fully prepared, I position my cock at his opening and push slowly inside. “Are you okay?” I gaze down at him and marvel at how beautiful he is. His mouth is slightly parted and his tongue darts out every now and then to moisten his lips. Hearing my question, he opens his eyes and stares up at me. He gives me a slight nod of his head as a yes, before closing his eyes again. Pulling almost all the way out I slam back inside and ride him hard. The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and the slight squeaking of the bed. Our bodies are covered in sweat as we move in perfect rhythm with each other. “God Justin,” I pant. “So close. Fuck… Brian,” Justin cries, as his cum splashes onto my chest and mine fills the condom. I collapse on top of him, as we both try to catch our breath. That was so amazing, well worth the wait.


Michael’s POV I pick up my glass and throw it against the wall, shattering it. I turn back towards the TV screen and watch Justin quickly get dressed, before running out of Brian’s room. Picking up my phone I dial the number that’s written on the card and wait for somebody to pick up. “Hello?” the man answers. “It’s almost time, get ready,” I tell him. Hanging up, I sit back down and wait for the show to really start.

Justin’s POV Laying here with Brian feels strange to me, I’ve never been cuddled by anyone after sex before, It feels nice. Turning around I face Brian and find my hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. He leans into my touch and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I suddenly feel something in my heart. No, it can’t be love, can it. Panicking, I jump out of bed and scrabble to put my clothes on. “Jus?” Brian asks concerned. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I snap. Dressed, I race out of his room as fast as my legs will allow. I hear Brian shouting after me but I can’t turn back. I can’t have feelings for Brian. I can’t have feelings for anyone. I’m supposed to be heartless. What the fuck is happening. “Justin, Slow down please,” Brian yells, running after me. Stopping dead in my tracks just outside his mansion gates I turn around to face him. “What do you want?” I scream in his face. “You fucked me. You’ve got what you wanted, now leave me alone.” I start to storm off but Brian grabs my arm and forces me to turn back around. “I just wanted to see if you were alright, you little shit.” “I’m fine,” I reply crossing the road. “Justin, wait. Let me get the driver to take you homE,” Brian shouts, walking across the road towards me. Ignoring him, I continue to walk away until something tells me to turn back around. Stopping I face Brian once again and see a car heading straight for him. “Brian!” I scream, rushing towards him and pushing him out of the way.