Swollen Heads & High School Boys

The Quiet One

A night of partying was all it took. Some of my friends had smuggled some Vodka and Tequila from their parents and a ton of us stupid seniors got totally s**t-faced at my friend's Ryan house. I lost count of how many cups I'd drunk after my 4th shot. Ryan, Chip and I planned on celebrating our last months of High School, and Ryan's acceptance into Ohio University.

Sophomore Brennan , Ryan's little brother whom we call Bree , was put to 'mommy' our drunk-fest, and made sure that noone had the bright idea to drive home after getting plastered. He didn't complain. Actually, Bree never did say anything. He would only put in a word or two if some one asked him a question specifically, but apart from that, he barely interacted with us. I imagined him thinking how dumb the current generation of Seniors are, as he seemed to have a kind of bored expression when hanging with us.

I vaguely remember our eyes meeting and connecting a couple of times through out the night, but he never said or did anything. Through my hazy memory, I remember we were talking at some point during the party. Then him rushing me to the bathroom as I was about to hurl on their carpet, and holding back my long hair, that regretted letting loose that night.

After that, it all went black.

That was until I woke up, naked as the day I was born, next my friend's sleeping little brother, also naked as I was. Oh yes, you heard right. I found myself in Brennan's room, next to him in my birthday suit. I quickly tried to replay everything in my head that could have happened but there was a huge bump at the back of my head, as if I'd gotten hit by a glass bottle.

I tried to recall anything that could have lead to this point but Tequila did things to you, man. And the fact that it seems that I hit my head, wasn't making the hangover any less enjoyable.

I saw his dirty blonde hair peek out from under the sheets, as he stretched and yawned, showing off perfectly aligned teeth and a pair of fang-like canines reminding me vaguely of a cat. His neck and torso were covered by hickeys trailing even lower underneath the sheets covering his lower half.

Suddenly, in mid stretch, he cringed in pain his hand instinctively going to his back, eyes popping open. His eyes were honey-colored as he looked up at my stupefied expression. He lifted a brow at me, and proceeded to get up trotting towards the bathroom in the nude. His backside slightly red, also covered in hickeys.

My mind was racing. I, Stuart K McGee, a male of 19 years of age, have just woken up beside a boy -hoping he's at least 16 years of age- completely naked. By the looks of it, I'd say we definitely had s*x, though I don't feel as if I did. I don't usually leave hickeys, unless the s*x was real good; drunk or not. "What the f**k have I done?" I asked myself out loud, burying my head in my hands.

"Nothing. You were drunk, vomited and got some on your clothes," he explained coming out of the bathroom with my clothes that seemed to have been cleaned the night before. He was standing in front of me, still naked with his hands on his hip waiting for me to get dressed. My eyes dared to go lower, feeling my face heat up at seeing more little purple bites around his thighs and other areas in proximity.

Oh god, I've defiled this poor kid.

I eyed him up. I had to admit, for a teenager, he had a gorgeous figure. A body any... girl would want, minus the huge breasts, that is. To add, he had a pair of shapely legs that could give any runway model a run for their money. His n*****s looked raw and red, but adorable and succulent nonetheless.

Did I do that? Why couldn't I remember? "Nothing huh? And those hickeys?" I asked.

Darting across his face was a hurt expression, quickly covered up by his usual bored look. "Get dressed," he mumbled digging through his drawer and finally pulling on a pair of boxers. I quickly got dressed and sat down as he started to mumble on about me asking too many questions. Giving me a side look he smirked, "a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, now do they?"

Did I really sleep with him? Was he messing with me? He acted like it was nothing, as he went on doing his morning routine. "Okay, um... well," I wanted to get the hell out of there to collect my thoughts. It was roughly 6am in the morning, and I knew Ryan nor Chip would be up until the next four hours.

I saw him sigh into his bathroom mirror as he looked at me annoyed, "Are you waiting for an invitation? I'm not chick you know, leave anytime you feel like." He said this, as if he was speaking to a child.

I ignored his arrogance, and did just that.

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The emotions he did show on his face were as fleeting as they came.

Bree only sported a permanently bored expression most of the time. Not that I was looking at him constantly or anything. I don't want to say that he was a nobody, but in a way he was. He didn't stood out in anyway, he was a plain guy that always tagged behind his bother's crew quietly. I had idly wondered if he was getting bullied, but as it turned out, he wasn't.

He just seemed uninterested in socializing with anyone within our group... or outside of it. He seemed rather content to just trail behind us.

After a short drive to my house, I flopped down on my bed utterly exhausted from the morning I'd had. All the while racking my brain to try and cough up the deleted scenes missing from my memory. Wouldn't people be ashamed in that position? Ashamed to have been violated by your big brother's friend?

I mean, if Bree was into that, I would've liked a heads up. With these questions in mind, I slept the Sunday away, eager for Monday to come for some weird reason.

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Slowly, my room disintegrated into the soft black and white kitchen panels of Ryan's house. The counter-set in the middle of the room was over flowing with empty cups, spilled beer and cans. There were some botana and dip laid out seemingly untouched, surrounded by rum and alcohol. I had slinked my drunken way into the kitchen, when I saw a lonesome Bree throwing away dirty and unused cups and cans.

"Want me to sneak you beer?" I asked as I leaned against Ryan's kitchen counter for support. God I was so drunk. Everyone except Chip and Ryan, had fallen asleep in a drunken stupor. In fact, I didn't even notice when Chip and Ryan had disappeared.

Bree looked me over, his eyes dark and twinkling, his lips parting slightly reflecting a surprise, that was quickly schooled back to normal. "I actually need my liver, but thanks for the offer," he had said and continued tidying up the place.

"So you tired of zhe floor spinnin'?" I continued, not picking up on his intent to ignore me.

He chuckled despite himself. "My floor's just fine. Why? Is yours spinning honey?" he asked, his brow doing that one lift thing, and his voice sickly sweet.

I flashed him a drunken grin. "Pretty hard."

"How hard?" honey-eyes dancing as he came closer to me.

"Very hard," I answered wondering why he was asking me repetitive questions.

"That hard huh?" he asked almost playfully.

I was too drunk to pick on the lingoes. He came straight up to me mumbling something along the lines of 'I did tell Ry that I wasn't going to prey on his friends', as he knelt down. He gave me a evil smile, licking his lips, "He and Chip are... busy anyway and I can't possibly say no to you, can I?"

Hazily, I watched him unbutton my Jeans with a flick of his fingers, as he brought down my zipper with his teeth. It was sensual and had me getting hard instantaneously. "You mind?" Bree asked, still on his knees, kneading my junk through the material. His hand felt too good to say no, and so I gave him a nod to go ahead. "Bon appetite to me," he whispered as he fished out my d**k, to place it in his mouth.

A groan escaped my mouth at the ardent heat beyond his lips as he wasted no time and bobbed up and down on my hardening prick. My eyes about ready to pop out of my head, as I saw him pull back to trail his tongue across my sac, looking up at me as he did so.

A blush creeping into his cheeks, as he tried to swallow my length, only to be able to down half of it before gagging. His hands stroked my twitching member, as he knelt there giving me the best blowjob of my life, tongue dancing across my nerves from base to tip. Always giving the tip extra attention, as I tried to control the urge to thrust repeatedly into the back of his throat.

"Oh Stew," he whispered licking at me. "Oh Stuart!" he moaned.

Hearing him moan out with such a lust filled face was edging me towards my release. "W-wait, w-wait, I'm..."

"Stuart!" he repeated over and over. "I like that about you too," said an unknown fading voice. It was inaudible, and soft-spoken, but I heard it nonetheless. Hearing it, only made me see a burst of bright light and heightened my arousal to its peak.

Shit, I was going to blow all over his face! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Stuart!"

My eyes bolted open to rays hitting right into my eyes and I groaned with the sudden brightness. I curled up into my sheets, realizing that I had just had a wet dream about my friend's brother.

Little brother, at that.

"Time to get up or you'll be late," my mom said as she opened the curtains. Her fiery red head gleaming in the sun, as if her head were on fire.

"Instead of worrying about me being late, how 'bout worrying about the hazards of me getting blinded by sun in the mornings," I groaned and proceeded to shield myself from the light with my blanket.

She laughed lightly, already used to my grumpy morning moods. "Yeah, sure. I'll make a note of that. After reaching yesterday morning and passing out, I was more worried about you being dead than blinded. That is, until you farted like your father."

"C'mon Mom," I grumbled from under the sheets. I could hear her rummaging through my room for the basket of dirty clothes. I'd been singing to her that I can do my own laundry/ Being an only child, I think she secretly likes picking up after me and has made a vow to do so until I'm married. Probably even then if the wife doesn't do a good job of it. "And I don't fart in my sleep," I retorted sleepily.

"And I don't snore in mine," she replied in return. I snorted at that. She snored like thunder. Both my parents did. Some times it was like they're trying to out-do each other. Suddenly, the blanket was yanked right out of my grip, leaving me without any covers and in my boxers with an obvious tent from the really hot dream that I was brutally awaken from. "Nice dream huh?" she teased.

"Jesus Mom!" I cried out as I darted towards the bathroom in embarrassment. Mom and I were pretty close, but there are things you just don't do.

I hear her laughing behind the door hysterically. "Nothing new to me son. I did change your diapers," she hollered as she exited my room.

Why do Moms feel the need to remind you that?

I quickly took a cold shower trying to bring down the blood flow of certain expanded areas, but I was left wondering if that was really just a part of a dream or did it actually happen? It was way to vivid for it to be just a dream. It felt way too real to be my imagination, but then again, I couldn't really picture Bree's face showing anything else other than pure boredom.

Skipping breakfast, and my parent's mockery of this mornings humiliation, I jumped into my car heading towards school. I didn't really have classes since exams were already over. Some Seniors came in to make extra credit for college, while others tended to pull pranks during the down time. I guess it was just another way of making that one last memory before moving on to better paths.

And speaking about paths, down the sidewalk, I saw a dirty blonde scrawly teenager walking his fastest towards the school. The same one that starred in this morning's dream with honey-coated lusty eyes. I slowed down the car to a crawl and brought my window down.

"Hey kid, I got a bunny in here want to pet it?" I asked giving him a grin. I was honestly just trying to be cute.

He glared at me with barely visible pink cheeks as he continued to walk. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing," he mumbled. Okay, well that's... not cute. I guess he didn't expect to see me today.

"You know, it takes 40 minutes to reach on foot, and 20 minutes in my car," I replied as if it wasn't obvious that I was trying to give him a ride. He proceeded to ignore me and trudged on. I thought for a minute to come up with a different approach. I drove up a couple yards ahead, and got out waiting for him to pass. As he came walking down, I started, "Psst. Psst. Hey kid, I got some candy. How 'bout you get into my car, so I can give it to ya."

He cracked a smirk striding towards me, biting into his lip in the process, on purpose. It quickly reminded me of the alluring face he gave me in the dream. Fine, I stand corrected. He can show other emotions apart from that bored expression. With one hand, he pulled me into him using my belt buckle. His shoulders were flushed against my pecks. "So that's your plan? To 'give it to me' in your car?"

Okay, so that sounded very s****l. I snorted laughing, "Maybe."

His hand slid down and caressed the front of my pants as he watched my mouth fall open, eyes go wide. "And are you still gonna let me pet the bunny?" he asked with a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Were you always such a pervert?" I found myself saying. I couldn't believe he was doing this on the sidewalk. What's worst, his actions were making the possibility of that dream being true, shoot through the roof.

Bree took a couple steps back, and gave me a mocking smirk. "You're the one asking little boys to get in your car for candy, done this before?"

"I should ask you the same thing," I shot back, straightening myself to my full height. I probably had two feet on him, but I was still a bit a shaken up. Did I really know this kid? Was his personality this bad all this while?

He looked away, and mumbled, "Ha, ha, I'm the one with the sore ass."

"What?!" I shouted. "W-wait, so did that really.... D-Did we really...?"

"Are you still gonna drive me? It's getting late you know," he interrupted and gave me a slight shove towards the driver side of the car.

The drive was silent as we sped out of the suburbs unto the Freeway. His right hand was clenched tightly, as the other one scrolled through his playlist. With his head down, his hair fell in front of him and I watched as he kept trying to tuck it behind his ears. It looked like it was obscuring his vision.

Unlike my awesomely long red hair, Bree's was too short to be pinned in a ponytail. Every time he smiled at what I assume are funny memes, his canine would flash from the side. I don't know why it made him look sexier.

After 10 minutes of trying to find a parking spot, I found one hidden from everyone's view. It was conveniently under a small tree that cast a shadowed over my car. Pulling open my glove compartment, I eyed the clip and Bree's distracted form. I attached the clip to where his bangs kept falling before he would object.

Chuckling, he asked with a quirk in his brow, "were my bangs bothering you that much?"

I narrowed my eyes at him warily. "I was just telling my mom this morning about the need to have good eyesight."

Bree rolled his eyes, and maneuvered himself into my lap, trapping me in the front seat. There was enough space that he could settle himself comfortably between the steering wheel and myself. "If you wanted to touch me, you could've just said so," he whispered into my ear.

His voice sent thrills through me and he ground down his ass unto my pants. He's sixteen goddammit! I reminded myself. He grinned wickedly at me daring me to back down.

I didn't and gripping unto his hips roughly, I lifted my waist so that he could feel my b***r tenting my pants. He groaned at the contact and let his head fall back a little. Why did he feel so good to me? His neck was so pale that I could see his vein thumping under his skin.

I traced my tongue over it and earned myself a surprised gasp from his lips. Hesitantly, my hand glided up his firm legs and reached for his obvious hard-on. I felt it twitch through the material as he let out a small mewl.

The sounds he made were so sweet to my ears.

My hesitation turned into boldness and I gripped unto his front, pressing my entire palm over it. I watched his reaction, his eyes scrunching close, biting into his bottom lip so not to moan out loud. My loose hand slid up his shirt, finding his n****e, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. This time he moaned loudly, sweetly as he looked at me with clouded eyes.

He licked his lips before proceeding to tongue his way into my mouth with expertise. His tongue swirled with mine and his teeth nipped at my lips when another urgent moan escaping him. I had given his tent a nice squeeze, loving the way his hardness felt in my hand. Holy f**k, how lewd of him!

His next words slapped me back into reality. We were in the parking lot. In the front seat of my car, am I really going to do this here? "Ah, w-wait, you g-gonna make me c*m," he panted out, his eyes glossy and dark. A deep need for release lacing his words, as if he didn't want me to stop.

But this kid was no fool, he saw me tense-up the minute, the school's bell went off in the distance. Looking down at me, I could literally see all his walls going up. He was now guarded back again.

"Saved by the bell huh?" he breathed, face unreadable, honey-eyes hooded. "Tch." Before I could say anything, he had grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat and was out through the driver's side of the car, slamming the door behind him.

What the hell? Both my hands gripped unto the staring wheel for strength, as my head fell on it. My head was spinning but this time I knew it wasn't because I was drunk. Bree's kiss was as I thought, toxic. I could feel my breath ragged and my heart was doing little flips inside my chest.

He was the one making me feel these things. Now I was more than positive that the dream was 100% real.

I watched him jog towards the gates and some people running up to him, giving him hugs and gifts. His classmates, I presumed. Am I missing something here? All the guys around him, were giving him hugs. And he, Bree, was smiling sweetly at them. Oh so he can make that face too huh. Watching that, made something dark well up inside me. I could hear the little voice in my head singing a word I hated hearing.

"f**k. I can't be jealous over a kid," I cursed to myself, and watched as Bree disappeared inside the gates. He didn't even spare a look over at me as he ran off. "or am I?"

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Fast forward to Thursday, and countless wet dreams since then. Dreams that I've awoken from during the nights, filled with my wildest fantasies. And Bree. I wanted him so bad, that it had become my 'me time' religion. I was pretty sure I was halfway to hell.

"Sup Stew-beans, you look like hot-s**t!" Chip, who was my lab partner, said cheerfully as he plopped down beside me happily. I felt shitty, and sleepless. As I said, there was no reason for us Seniors to still be going to class but we did anyway. All our classes were finished, but what if I told you that I dragged myself to school today. Correction, I've dragged myself to school through-out the entire week.

My mom didn't even have to wake me up. Why?

Because I'm being avoided like an Ebola patient. "It's Mister Hot s**t to you, thank you," I retorted at the shorter guy. Why was he so happy about anyway? He was glowing. Ugh! "What's with you vibe? You look like you won God in a poker game."

He had the audacity to blush bright red. Aaarrgghh!! "I did win a poker actually," he snickered looking over at Ryan who was a few seats down from us, looking utterly exhausted. The bigger guy caught us looking over and straighten up to wave at me, only to cringe in pain, his hand going to his back.

Chip coughed out a laugh as Ryan glared over at him, ears turning pink. What the hell? What was up with those two?

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The day went on as it usually would, but now I was aware of certain things.

I couldn't just turn a blind eye to it. Usually, during breaks, Bree would always find us and follow behind, but he hadn't appeared since Monday morning. When we'd go over to the library to chat with Junior examinees, he'd always be in a corner with a book in his hands. He hadn't come around at all and I was itching to see him. I couldn't even deny it anymore.

It was funny in a sense. I have claimed that I've never paid attention to the kid. Yet I remember exactly where he should've been.

During lunch, Chip and Ryan were side by side chatting away about mundane stuff. I was mentally scanning the cafeteria crowd for any sign of a dirty blonde haired kid with honey-colored eyes.

"Here have a snickers," Ry said throwing me a mini snickers. "You get cunty when you're hungry."

I caught it out of the corner of my eye and scowled.

"Aww, tell us your love troubles?" he cooed mockingly.

I saw Chip gave him a slap on the thigh and watched Ry's eyes pop open in pain. The move was way too familiar; even for them. That pained expression was way familiar as well, reminding me of Bree's pained face Sunday morning. Ryan was our huge quarterback and Chip was the receiver, even if he was the shortest guy on the team. If anything, I expected him to be the receiver, not the giver.

Oh god! Why am I able to pick up on this?!

"Correct me if I'm wrong but are you guys... going out or something?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Um..." Chip seemed distressed as I imagined him thinking of a way to answer me. He eyed Ryan, who was looking at me suspiciously from where his head was set on the table. "Why would you think that?"

Clearing my throat again, I answered, "well, because all of today, you guys seem... extra cozy. Very chummy."

There was an eternal pause, before Chip asked concerned, "Is it obvious?"

"Very" I answered.

"Good. That was the plan."

"Chip!" Ryan hissed, his ears now fully red. It was so unlike Ryan to blush. It looked almost comical. My suppressed chuckle only made him fume even more. "Keep that up and I'm going to end you," he spat at me flustered.

That did me in and started laughing out loud. "First off, it's obvious to me since I've known you guys for a while," I answered looking at Chip. Then I turned to Ryan, and teased him, "You're not ending anyone mister, with you being on the receiving end and all." Chip snorted out a laugh, and Ryan seethed red-faced.

"Not for long," Ryan answered slyly. I found them unexpectedly cute. Being as close as they were, it wasn't a surprise that they ended up dating. Ryan gave Chip a cheeky grin as the two gave each other gag-worthy googly eyes. Would Bree and I be able to get along like that? Who am I kidding? How could we if he kept on avoiding me?

I sighed, and rubbed my face tiredly. "---time you'll be there"

"What?"

"We've been talking about this for the past week? Brennan's birthday was on Monday, remember?" Chip said waving a paper at me with a really long list. "It was on Monday, but we're celebrating it on Friday night."

I groaned. "I doubt he'd want me there." Why hadn't I noticed just how aware I was of his presence?

Chip's brows furrowed at me, looking up from his list. "Why wouldn't he want you there?"

I threw my hands in the air, "That's the same thing I've been asking myself!" I said a bit too loud that some of the students on the other tables begun looking at us.

"W-wait a minute here. You little s**t. What'd you do to my baby bro?" Ryan asked, his eyes murderous.

Just as he said that, I saw a dirty blonde head peeking through the cafeteria doors quietly scanning the crowd. My eyes had found him immediately, just as his eyes found mine. His eyes widen, surprised that I'd caught him. "Me? It should be what has he done to me?" I shot back at Ryan and got up sprinting in Brennan's direction, whom by the way, had already took off.

That little shrimp might be small but he sure did run like the wind. If I wasn't sure that I was being avoided, I definitely knew then. He'd easily stand out if he would only join the Track team. I'm pretty sure, he was running way faster than their current Captain.

"Quit it!"

"Then don't follow me!"

"Then stop running goddammit!!" I yelled at him.

Finally reaching him, I yanked him by his wrist to come to a stop. We found ourselves in the halls of the old gym building. Only school delinquents hung out in these sections of the school. There I was, with a kid four years younger than I was, panting in the middle of the empty, echoing hallway. The walls were a bit dilapidated and the wallpaper was peeling off like scales. The lockers that aligned the walls were either broken off completely, or some hanged opened to the side, all covered by dust and cobwebs.

"Why are you following me?" Brennan asked in between breaths.

"Why? You ask," I repeated more to myself than him. I held my breath for a minute, and let out a genuine laugh. Why, indeed. Though I already knew why. "Why are you avoiding me? Are you saying that you only slept with me for the fun of it? Does that mean anyone will do for you?"

His honey-colored eyes stared wide at me before looking away irritated. "You don't get it. W-we didn't sleep together."

"Huh?" I swear, Brennan had me going around in circles, and he doesn't even know it. "B-but... you said your ass was sore."

His hand reached up into his hair, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Yes. Because after you vomit all over my bathroom floor, yourself and me, with the kindness of my heart, I tried to put you into bed. You wouldn't have it, and we both slipped. I dropped hard unto the tiled floor, hitting my butt on the edge of the shower. I think you hit your head in the process too, but my butt was the one feeling the pain. I'm sure your hard-head could withstand a knock or two."

"But we were naked," I countered.

"I sleep naked. Initially you were suppose to sleep in Ry's room, but um... he was occupied. Which also meant, I couldn't get any clothes for you. And I, for one, wasn't going bother myself with clothes after I had been inconvenienced," he explained folding his arms in front of his chest.

No. This couldn't be. "And those hickeys."

That's when his face went tomato red, and his hand turned into little fists balling on the side. "That was all you. You begun licking my back, a-and telling me about how good I smelt and more licking and sucking. I'm a man too, you know! You were d-doing t-things, and who would say no when you're all up in people's face, with your flowy hair and shit... a-and then there was that blowjob..." I gawked as Brennan spoke faster than I had ever heard him speak before. Did I do that? That's it!! I'm not drinking again! I really wanted to remember that night just to get a glimpse of how his face could've looked. "...and we were just about to do it, but... you f*****g fell asleep!!" Brennan continued in a fluster.

That was literally the most I'd ever heard him speak before. All his words echoing off the walls as he ranted, his face a color that my mom would adore; red as her flaming hair.

I see. I'd avoid me too if I was done in that way, I thought idly. "But you knew I was drunk! Why'd you let me do that?"

"I've bedded people in worst conditions. I don't see your point."

"Oh really? Then why kiss me?"

Silence settled for a minute as I stood there feeling dumb. "If you don't remember, it doesn't matter," he mumbled in a desperate sigh. "So stop following me around with that sense of responsibility or something. I'm not some chick."

This was frustrating. He wasn't caving in. "I would if you'd just..." Bree's eyes glossed over, as if he was about to cry, bottom lip trembling. He was looking to the side, with both hands still balled up. Did he do that when he was nervous?

At that very moment, I remembered what had happened. His expression gave me a full on flashback. Sure enough, everything Bree had said had actually happened. What triggered the memory was that face he was making. It was similar as that night's.

Like a beacon that shone down on me, I hazily remembered his words before passing out. 'You've gotta me kidding me! You damn drunken idiot... Oh well, I like that about you too' he had said.

I smiled as I remembered the missing link. Looking at his face, I didn't have to ask anymore. It showed on his face if I only bothered to look hard enough. He actually liked me. That made my heart do a couple somersaults, instead of measly flips. Knowing that made me so incredibly happy, that I couldn't stop my hands from lifting him up in a huge hug, giving him a spin.

He seemed exhausted and a bit confused.

I was surprised to find the clip still in his hair. Though it was bedazzled, it was still able to clip down his stray strands. "Well, I like you now, Brennan," I said. "and I demand you take responsibility or suffer the consequences for making me have all those steamy dreams," I claimed, giving him my best evil smile.

He gaped at me cutely, and narrowed his eyes. "Spoken like a true pervert; not my fault that you got a naturally filthy mind."

"This is what you get when you make a perve fall for you though," I whispered huskily in his ears, and pulled him into one of the empty class rooms. "You may moan as loud as you want. I doubt any one will hear you."

Pushing him against a wall, I roughly sucked in his lips, earning myself a moan. He responded to my kiss in an instant, giving as much as he took. Distracting him with my kiss, I discreetly undid his pants seeing it fall to his ankles. I knelt down immediately to have him in my mouth. He hissed and whimpered above me, his fingers pulled lightly at my hair. I licked his harden prick, finding myself loving his taste and smell.

He was so hot as he panted above me.

Lapping away like hungry dog. swallowed his length which seemed to fit perfectly in mouth. "Ah, Stuart," his voice came strangled.

Leaking profusely, I relished seeing him getting done-in by my tongue. My hands and fingers were equally as slippery, and I let a finger slip between his cheeks. As I reached his entrance, I rubbed my soaked middle finger over his bud which caused him to begin saying my name loudly. "Stua-ah-ah," he squealed deliciously, and I enjoyed that even more that I should. Continuing my relentless assault, I pressured my finger just enough to enter him and felt a thrill run through my body, as Bree begun gasping for breath. "I can't... front.. and back.. I can't," he whimpered urgently.

His voice throaty and lewdly deep.

I stroked away faster at him, watching the way his hips swayed and bucked. He wasn't even standing, he was holding himself up between the wall and my shoulders. "Stuarrt!" he screamed as my middle finger moved inside him. I felt his hole clench around my knuckle greedily and something hot, bitter and salty spewed in my mouth. Even then I continued to suck. His cries was f*****g amazing. He body shudder and quivered at the last spurt. His hole had been contracting through-out his entire orgasm, while I fingering him as fast as I was sucking.

I felt him grow soft in my mouth. Spent and exhausted, he let himself slide down the wall. His dazed, lusty and utterly satisfied expression was ten times better than in those dreams I've had. His eyes were closing on me. Oh I know that look. He was going to past out.

"That good?" I asked chuckling, pulling up his pants. I don't think he had any strength left to do so.

"Shut up. You've blue balled me twice," he spat weakly. "I can't think right now."

It's got to be criminal to be this star-strucked by someone as young as him. He placed his hands around my neck, setting his chin in the crook of my shoulder blade. Aww, He was snuggling me like a baby koala, I snickered faintly. "I like that about you too," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

Snuggling even more into me, I prepared to piggy-back him towards my car, before he said, "You remembered," and was out cold.

Jeez. He was still just a kid even if he acted all high and mighty. I could only imagine our upcoming problems. Namely, his big brother whom I'm pretty sure will kill me when he find out that I put the first moves on his baby brother

Even if I was late in remembering how it all got started, there is no way that I'll be able to forget the moment that Bree became mine.