"Sweet Lord," I groan.

A. How did I get here?
B. Where was I going?

"Shh Dylan!" Julian scolds, and then continues kissing down my neck. My Adam's apple blob up and down, feeling Julian nuzzling his face in my shoulder. His cheeks were so soft, as they brushed against my skin. 

I focus, on the broom resting against the wall, and start to recollect what happened. I was walking for my class. I didn't notice the hand that snaked out from the corner, and pulled me into a janitor's closet. Next thing I know, I was sitting on a bucket and Julian was kneeling on the floor between my legs. I couldn't even utter a word before he had my lip between his teeth, his hands opening my shirt buttons. 

"Juli-" 

"Shush!" he whispers furiously, before pushing his tongue into my mouth. My hand pulls his hair when I feel his warm hands slipping deeper into my shirt. Even though all this feels absolutely mind-numbingly good, I think Julian's reason for abducting me is because he was sad.

Recently Lia's Grandma passed away. She had left for the funeral the exact day. Julian felt helpless at the entire situation. First, because he himself was close to the old lady. Second, cause Lia didn't pick anyone's calls. I would often catch Max and Julian deep in discussions sometimes. They both were deeply worried about Lia. We all tried to lighten the atmosphere by making jokes but it was useless. 

"Julian, I can't-" I begin, when Julian placed his hands dangerously near my area.

"Would you relax!" he snaps. "I'm not doing anything!" I let out an involuntary whimper, which sounded very similar to Comfort. Julian chuckles quietly, his one hand grabbing my jaw for another hungry kiss.

The last bell for the classes rang loudly. It startles Julian, which results in his hand brushing against my crotch. In response, my body jerks forward and before I could help it, I am falling on Julian.

"Shit, I am sorry," I apologize, landing over Julian. And that's when I notice, falling wasn't the biggest problem. 

"Oh dear God.." Julian gulps. Our hips were pressed together and I felt his hardness rubbing against my own wood. Julian's eyes have gone black, and he licks his lips our breaths getting heavier. 

Before I did something I would regret, I push myself up, and leave the closet wordlessly ignoring Julian.

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"Fuck, and I thought this wouldn't be awkward."

Julian bites his inner cheek, fumbling with the open door. His face was getting a deeper shade of red every passing second. 

"Julian I came to check on you. And if you keep blushing, I'm gonna go," I threaten. I was totally bluffing. His red face was actually adorable, and I could watch it for hours.

"No, I'm fine," he squeaks, then clears his throat. "C'mon in."

I follow him into his kitchen. Today after our morning press session, I was dreading lunch. But like a miracle, Lia showed up and took all the spotlight away. Everyone was relieved, but I couldn't get over how Julian got bullied by Ava at lunch, and I wanted to see if he was okay.

"How you feeling?"

"Horny, and dissatisfied," he answers pouring me a glass of juice.

"No that, you idiot. I meant after Ava's cute teasing," I take a seat on one of the chairs at dinning table.

"What about it?" he frowns, taking a seat opposite to me.

"Umm.. Cause.. she called.. you.." 

"Is it over the way she said faggot?" he asks. I nod, feeling a little clueless over his calm expression. I was expecting a little more tears and sniffing.

"Dylan it's okay. I mean, yes it's offensive and yes it's hurtful to see how people still have problems and can't mind their own business, but I'm used to it. Besides I've been called worse," he shrugs.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, and I hardly notice it anymore. Right now I have bigger issues, like that stupid chic who showed up after 5 days and is acting like nothing even happened," he sighs.

"Is Lia not okay?" I ask.

"I don't know. I really don't know. I'll have to talk to her and find out," he mutters rubbing his forehead. 

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think, there's anything I could do to help," he laughs sadly. 

"It'll be okay," I give him a comforting smile. He returns half a smile. He was wearing an old sweatshirt, with shorts. I gulp remembering how his hands were inside my shirt this morning. To cover my flustered state, I down the entire glass.

"You want more?" he asks taking my glass. I shake my head. 

"I'll get going then," I mumble getting up.

"No you are not," he frowns. "You just got here. Stop freaking out, and spend some time with your friend," he sings smiling. Like a mature teen, I stick my tongue at him, and walk into the living room.

"Nice place you got here," I observe. "Thanks," he responds, standing beside me as I quietly look around.

"Your parents okay with that in the living room?" I ask, staring at the poster of a half-naked Brad Pitt. He doesn't say anything.

"Julian?" I ask turning to look at him.

"I live alone," he grins. 

"Alone like alone alone?" He nods.

"Where are your parents?" I ask cautiously.

"Back in Oregon," he replies.

"What are you doing here?"

"Followed my best friend," he smirks.

"You came here cause Lia shifted here?"

"Sort of. And also some other stuff," he shrugs.

"Wow, that's quite a friendship. And your parents allowed you to move, that's even more.." I trail off. Julian laughs.

"Dylan, my parents are rich. They give me enough money, to keep me from complaining. Otherwise they don't really bother."

I think about my Dad. He once freaked out, when a spider bit me. While I kept telling him, to let me turn into Spiderman, he rushed me to the hospital. 

"That's.." I gulp.

"Sad? Yeah it is," he smiles sadly. I step forward and hug him, because he needs one. According to me, he should always be hugged. By me. Julian responds by putting his hands around me.

"Thank you Dylan," he says pulling back. "Thank you for checking on me. You are a sweet fellow," he smiles, holding my chin and quickly pecking my mouth. 

"You know," he continues. "I might have thanked you with an excellent suck. But you are too much of of a pussy," he teases.

"C'mon now," I groan, stepping away from a laughing Julian. 

"Why do you freak out so much big fellow?" he questions with a dirty smirk. 

"I don't know," I glare at him. "All I know, is that I'm not gay."

"The sooner you realize the truth, the better," he mutters. 

"Just cause I like kissing you, doesn't make me gay," I say defensively. "Maybe it's your lips. If I found a girl with cherry lips like yours, I'll be out of here in a snap."

"As romantic as that is," Julian says blankly. "In future, I would prefer the term strawberry lips. It's more flattering."

"Fuck you," I mumble.

"Hey, I am ready. You are the one delaying," he teases. I don't have any comeback, so I sit on his couch, put on some TV and sulk quietly.

"Honey-bunch, are you mad?" he coos sitting next to me. I ignore him, casually focusing on the TV. "After your remark, to replace me with a girl having lips like mine, you don't get to be mad."

"I'm sorry about that remark. I didn't mean it," I say, not looking at him. I feel him back away surprised.

"That was fast," he chuckles. "Usually I have to milk out an apology. Anyway.." he sighs and crawls over my lap.

"What do you think you are doing?" I frown as he leans his back against the couch's handrest, and places his thighs over my lap, sitting sideways.

"I'm sorry. I never really had any guy friends. Is this inappropriate?" he asks innocently.

"Just don't move around," I mumble, placing my hands over his legs to keep them at one place.

"So it's not inappropriate?" he asks.

"It is. But I'm a better human than you, so I'll let you get away with this," I wink, tapping his nose. "No, please don't. Spank me Dylan," he says sarcastically.

"Alright. How many?" I ask abandoning the Tv remote, and pulling him sideways so he was right in my lap.

"A half," he squeaks out, looking scared. 

"A half?" I whisper, biting his ear. "C'mon Julian. I thought you had more into you."

"I'm turned on and scared. That's never happened before," his voice quivers, making me laugh.

"You stupid muffin," I chuckle, kissing his cheek. I pick him up and stand up.

"Bridal style, I like it," he grins, but I place him back on the couch. "And I thought you'll carry me into the bedroom," Julian mumbles.

"I'll see you tomorrow monkey," I ruffle his hair before leaving.

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