"It's nothing, El," Adrian insisted, directing his eyes to his lunch tray, refusing to look at his best friend.

"Dri," She said, and when he quickly glanced up she was grinning. "There's something there". There was, but Adrian most definitely didn't want to admit that to Helen.

"There isn't". She gave him a pointed look and he rolled his eyes. "Helen, do you honestly believe that Ezra Drake, Ezra fucking Drake, has feelings for me. He's the star of our soccer team. One of the most popular boys in the entire school. A sex god". He added the last part because it was the most true of all of them. After all, he did have first hand experience.

"So you're saying," Helen said slowly, drawing a chip out of the bag and chewing it thoughtfully, "you're saying that sex god Ezra Drake doesn't have any feelings for you".

"He doesn't".

"Not at all interested..."

Adrian smiled at her, trying to look a bit sad but he just couldn't after yesterday. It had been an overly amazing day, and nothing exciting had happened. They had just spent the afternoon together, studying and laughing. It had been perfect.

And then this morning. How when Adrian stepped into Mr. Smith's room, Ezra was staring at the door, waiting for him to come in. He looked so nervous and tense, and Adrian had given him a reassuring smile before taking his seat. As usual, Adrian had finished the test first, which gave him the entire rest of the period to watch Ezra complete his, his eyebrows furrowed cutely as his pencil scratched against the paper quickly. Adrian was developing serious feeling for this boy, and there was nothing he could do, or wanted to do, to stop it.

"Then tell me, Mr. Vang, why Ezra Drake has been staring at the back of your head for the last twenty minutes with a stupid ass smile on his ridiculously perfect face?"

Adrian couldn't help himself. He turned, catching Ezra's eye immediately, and the boy didn't even seem to be embarrassed that he had been caught. One of his eyelids dropped in a quick wink that did ridiculous things to Adrian's body.

"You're just about to cum in your pants, admit it," Helen said, and Adrian quickly turned back to her and glared, but it was hard to be angry when an exquisitely beautiful man had just been checking him out with no shame.

"Could you not say things like that?" He snapped, and then sighed, his shoulders dropping as he said the scariest words he had ever said before. "I think I'm falling in love with him". Helen choked on her lemon water, her eyes bulging in surprise. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern as she coughed loudly, and she nodded quickly.

"Well fuck, Adri. I didn't realize you felt like that".

"I didn't want to". Adrian had always wanted to fall in love, but getting these kinds of feelings for Ezra Drake, the school's main heartthrob, the stealer of many girl's virginities, the sex god, seemed a little too risky, even for Adrian. "I'm scared, Helen. His mind isn't made up yet, or at least he hadn't mentioned it, but when we're together..."

"Yes?" Helen asked softly, setting her bag on the table and reaching over to grasp Adrian's hands, her fingers just a tad bit longer than his own.

"He treats me like I'm important," he said, dropping his eyes as he felt stupid.

"You are, Dri," she said softly, reaching up to turn his chin towards her. She smiled kindly. "If he sees that in you, then I think you should most definitely go for it.

"I thought you didn't like him". Helen grinned evilly, and her eyes shifted beyond Adrian, and he could almost picture Ezra's confused face as she stared him down.

"Yeah," she agreed, "but I can still kick his ass so I'm really not too worried about it".

***

When the bell rang, signifying the end of the school day, Adrian waited for all the other students to filter out of class before leaving himself. All of them wanted to get home, while he didn't, so it seemed fair to all that they get to leave first.

His hallway was nearly empty when he got to his locker, save for a few kids who treated him with smiles and hello's before hurrying off to downed the restored of their day not doing homework. Silence fell quickly, and he was immediately able to hear Ezra calling out his name. The sight of the tall boy jogging down the hall towards him, away for seven or so members of his soccer team, was almost in slow motion in Adrian's head, and he couldn't help but to grin and lean back against his cold locker.

"Hey," he said softly when Ezra approached, and the boy stopped so close to him that he had to tilt his head up to talk to him. "How are you?"

"I'm great". Ezra's teeth were very white when he smiled. It was quiet for a long moment as they just looked at each other, and Ezra's lips parted, presumably to speak, but he was cut off.

"Ez, man! We're going to be late for practice," one of his team members yelled and Ezra's shoulders dropped as he pouted, quite adorably.

"One second!" he yelled back, and then looked back down at Adrian. "Are you going to go to the band room?" Adrian wasn't planning on it, but he nodded. "Don't leave until I come in. I can give you a ride".

"Alright," and then Ezra was running back down the hallway away from him and Adrian could hear a team member saying:

"I thought you hated that kid," to him.

Adrian texted his mom and informed her that she didn't need to give him a ride, though she had probably forgotten anyways, before he started towards the music room.

Benson was just leaving, about to lock the door to his room, but he pushed it open when he saw Adrian approaching, smiling kindly. "I wasn't sure if you'd be coming or not," he claimed, flicking the light on and following Adrian into the larger room.

"I told you I wouldn't be".

"You say that a lot". It was true. Every time Adrian's mother forgot to pick him up, which was quite often, he would go to the band room and practice, regardless if he told Benson he would or not. "Alright, Adri. It's my anniversary tonight, and lord knows that I'm not about to miss that, so take my keys, and just be sure you lock up when you're finished". Adrian took the keys when they were offered to him, tossing them down on top of the piano and grinning at his teacher.

"Go get laid," he said, and Benson rolled his eyes, but said:

"Gladly," as he left.

And then Adrian was alone. He didn't actually practice like he should have. His song was getting rather overwhelming to him and he wouldn't be able to play it well anyways with all of the nerves jumping around in his stomach.

He sat down at the piano, thinking of Osmond as he did so, only to take his mind off of the sexy freckled boy who was supposed to come and get him in a few hours.

Osmond was different. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, but he also had a unique personality. He was stubborn as fuck, easily irritated, and had many secrets, but he could also be caring and even sometimes funny.

Something had happened with Osmond's parents, and the boy refused to speak up about it.

All he would say was that he lived with his aunt and he didn't want to talk about his parents. It really was none of Adrian's business, but given his social standard, and having mostly everyone adoring him, it was kind of easy to find out anything he wanted. Except this. Normally, if Adrian wanted to know a secret, he would go to the friends of the person involved, but Osmond didn't have any friends. He had left them all a long time ago, or at least that's what he told Adrian. That meant his only two friends, even though they weren't really friends with him, were Helen and Adrian himself.

Helen had a great home life. Her parents were supportive, and her brother would drive back from college twice every month to visit her and take her out to eat. Everytime she talked about them, Osmand would get a pained expression on his face that Adrian was sure mirrored on his own. It was a vain jealousy, but neither of them could help it. It was hard when your family didn't love you, or in Osmond's case, when you didn't even have a family, to listen to someone talk about what they do on christmas morning.

Last christmas morning, Adrian got to sleep in as his parents exchanged gifts and then went out to his grandmother's house for the rest of the day. All Adrian got for christmas was a pair of socks, and a snow globe from Australia that Helen had bought for him over the summer while she was on her family trip.

When Adrian's parents had family trips, they either left him home, or sent him to his grandmothers, and that woman hated him just as much as his parents did, and had even before he came out as gay. Surprisingly, she actually seemed to like him more once he had come out, and was even the one who got him his pair of socks for christmas.

The door to the band room opened, and Adrian stood quickly, glancing at the clock on the wall and realized that he had been dwelling over Osmond's life, which was truly, once again, none of his business, and his own messed up family to realize that Ezra's practice had ended ten minutes ago.

Adrian pressed back against the piano keys as Ezra approached, still wearing the clothes he had worn for soccer practice, and looking mighty fine in them.

"How was-" Adrian had expected Ezra to stop in front of him, but he didn't. Instead, he grasped his face in his large hands and moved forwards until their lips were touching, kissing the smaller eagerly as he rested back against the keys of the piano. They both ignored the out of tune notes as they kissed, Adrian's hands moving to Ezra's slightly damp hair as his tongue desperately searched the older's mouth, fighting for dominance he knew that he would never win.

Ezra tasted like salt and mint and some how, summer, and Adrian couldn't get enough of it, trying to pull the boy even closer, which was impossible at this point, but was what both of them needed.

Pulling back for a second for breath, Ezra took the opportunity to ask Adrian a spectacular question. "WIll you go on a date with me?" He was too shocked to be happy, and this must have shown because Ezra looked a bit worried as he began to explain. "You make me a better person, Adrian. You make me try harder, and want to do well".

"Language arts?" Adrian asked, and Ezra grinned.

"I got a ninety eight. Because you're a fucking genius and I want to date you". And then there were no more words that needed to be spoken because they were kissing again, and Ezra was pulling at the front of Adrian's shirt with one hand as the other slid up the front to gently brush against his already hardening nipples, and Adrian was moaning in his mouth as he gripped the front of Ezra's sweat pant, pulling them away from his skin so he could slip his hand in the front of them.

Ezra pulled back, his mouth dropping open and his eyes fluttering closed as Adrian stroked him with careful but skilled fingers. "Are you just going to give me a hand job or-" Adrain spead up the pace, rendering the other speechless for a long moment before he cleared his throat and groaned, "fuck Adri," and then, "stop". This scared Adrian to the point that he completely removed his hand from Ezra's sweat pants and looked down in shame. "Hey," Ezra tilted his head up and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I didn't mean stop because I don't want it, I meant stop so that I could fuck you". Adrian raised his eyebrows.

Yes, he wanted this. Badly. But he didn't know how it would work when they were inside of the school, in his favorite teacher's room. Wasn't that a bit disrespectful? "Here?" His voice cracked and Ezra grinned and hummed loudly in agreement, ducking his head to kiss the sensitive skin just below Adrian's ear.

"There's so many different places," Ezra said, his hands moving to grip Adrian's things tightly as he leaned back to look around the room. "The piano, the desk, the chair, the-"

"Practice room," Adrian said on an exhale, drawing Ezra's eyes back to him. "Then we don't need to worry about people hearing me scream". And based on how his body was reacting, there would be lots of that.

"What if I want them to hear you?" Ezra asked as he lifted Adrian without warning and the boy squeaked, clutching at Ezra so he didn't fall.

"They still probably will," Adrian muttered and Ezra laughed, carrying him into the nearest practice room and dropping him gently down onto one of the plastic chairs. He seemed to be surveying the room, finding the most proper way to take him, but Adrian was being selfish, and wanted the attention to be on him, so his small hands moved to the front of Ezra's sweatpants, reaching inside so he could grip the boys boxers too and pull them down his legs. Ezra looked at him in surprise, and Adrian didn't hesitate to envelop the other's cock into his warm mouth.

"Fuck," he said simply, and when Adrian peered up at him from underneath his eyelashes the boy's eyes were very wide as he looked down. Adrian allowed him to enjoy it for one moment longer before pulling back and looking up at the older expectantly.

"Where do you want me?"

Ezra took a quick glance around one last time before making his decision. "Piano bench". Adrian laid down there, unbuttoning his grape purple pants with one hand and rubbing the front of them with the other. "I don't have condoms or anything, if that's okay". Adrian couldn't help himself, he laughed.

"When did condoms start mattering?" Adrian asked, and Ezra looked a bit ashamed.

"I was too caught up in the moment the last two times to care".

"I think we're okay," Adrian assured, "just like, fuck me already".

Ezra chuckled but moved so he was standing between his legs. "Demanding". He aided Adrian's shaking fingers in removing his jeans, and laughed once more. "No boxers?"

"I couldn't get my pants on so I took them off," he admitted, feeling his cheeks flush.

"I'm not complaining," Ezra mumbled, his hands sliding down Adrian's thighs slowly before gripping his ass with large hands. "I don't have lube either". Without a word, Adrian reached down and grabbed Ezra's dominant hand, pulling it to his lips and sucking in three of his fingers, running his tongue over them repeatedly to moisten the digits.

Ezra seemed to be enjoying himself, so even when they were wet enough to be effective, he continued until Ezra pulled his hand away himself. "Alright baby," he said softly, lowering his hand once again to Adrian's ass, but this time brushing over his entrance with his fingers teasingly. "Tell me what you want". Not this again. Adrian felt his cheeks flame and bit his lip to keep from responding. Ezra, seeing his stubbornness, pressed just the tips of his finger's into Adrian, and the boy mewled loudly, but the fingers were soon removed. "Come on. Use your words".

"Could you just fuck me already?" Adrian asked impatiently, and Ezra grinned evilly, thrusting two fingers into the boy's tight hole and immediately striking his prostate. Adrian cried out, his back arching against the bench and Ezra added a third finger, fucking him with them before he even had time to adjust to the first to. It hurt, but Adrian's cock was still leaking consistently, and after every single aimless thrust, Ezra would gently curved his fingers to brush against his prostate, causing him to completely forget about the pain for a short second before Ezra was aiming elsewhere. It was driving Adrian mad.

"Fuck me. Ezra. Please. Please," He begged, and the older boy grunted. Adrian watched as Ezra removed his fingers from the boy, and then stroked himself twice before grazing Adrian's knees and parting them further so his entrance inside the boy was more accessible. Adrian's body twitched in anticipation as he felt the head of Ezra's cock pressing into him, and he raised his eyes to look at the boy above him.

He was his. His to date, to kiss, to fuck. Adrian loved it.

"My god, you're even tighter than you were last time," Ezra grumbled, his eyes very blue as he looked ahead blankly, as if he was trying to distract himself from thrusting into Adrian, who was currently withering in pain as his body adjusted.

"I think that's because you've gotten bigger," he groaned, and Ezra's body shook as he chuckled, and Adrian winced in pain.

"Sorry".

"It's fine," and it was, "move please".

And boy did he ever, taking the words to heart as he lost control and pounded into the smaller, over and over. Adrain was to overstimulated to make any noise, so his mouth simply fell open as he threw his head back, ignoring the faint pain as his head slammed against the piano bench. Between the two of them, for the first time, Ezra was the loud one, seeming unable to control the noises that fell from his lips, which were only making the entire experience better for Adrian.

"Please, Ezra," Adrian begged once his mouth began to work again, and the tall boy nodded, knowing exactly what he was asking for. There were a few more sloppy thrusts that drove Adrian insane, and then Ezra's hips shifted and he was hitting Adrian's prostate, dead on, and Adrian's hands grasped the edges of the bench as he screamed.

"Oh god," Ezra groaned, and Adrian wanted to open his eyes and see his expression, but his body wasn't responding that way, and his vision remained black.

"Harder, please," Adrian begged, and somehow, Ezra found strength to do so and Adrian could only think one thing. God bless athletes. "Faster, Ezra. I need more".

"Adri-" Ezra's voice was weak and shaky, "I'm going to-"

"No," Adrian demanded, and Ezra whimpered. It was the most the taller had shown vulnerability, and Adrian almost came at the sound, but forced himself not to. He wasn't ready. Not yet. "Keep, uhh going". Ezra's hips slowed a bit, and he seemed to be thinking about it for a moment. "Yes!" Ezra, having made up his mind began thrusting his hips enthusiastically.

Ezra began chanting, sexily, and it was that that pushed Adrian over the edge. "Fuck, Adri, fuck. Oh god. Oh god". It was a loud release, his loudest yet, and Ezra responded, cumming deep inside of him, yelling himself as he lost it, collapsing on top of Adrian's half naked body.

"How do you do this to me?" Ezra asked, lightly kissing Adrian's temple. Adrian opened his eyes and looked up at the boy above him.

Ezra looked absolutely gorgeous. No. He was absolutely gorgeous, with his brown hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, and freckles splashed across his perfectly sculpted face. Part of the reason why Adrian wanted to meet his parents so bad was so that he could see what beautiful people had made this wonderful specimen.

"So that date?" Adrian asked, ignoring the previous question and Ezra grinned and goddamn that boy and his dimples.

"I'm going to treat you so good baby," he promised, but Adrian had only caught one word.

"Baby". The word tasted foreign in his mouth, but he loved the sound of it coming from Ezra.

"Yeah," Ezra looked temporarily nervous, and it was a new expression for the boy. "Is that okay?"

Adrian couldn't help but to grin. "I love it", and I'm starting to love you.