Brit Valentine

Hayden's POV.

His name is Brit Valentine and he is the subject of everyone's conversation. He's the prettiest boy the world has ever seen and also the most antisocial person in the world. Everyone in the school either wants to be him or wants to be with him. He turns straight boys gay and gay girls straight. No one understands how the entire school still loves him despite the fact he doesn't acknowledge anyone's presence. He comes to school almost everyday, looks straight ahead and sits in the front of the classroom. The only time you hear his voice is when he answers a question from the teacher. And he doesn't volunteer anything. It's obvious all his teachers want him to socialize more. They almost always assign group projects just so he can make friends.

"Ok class, since we're starting the Civil War section. I'm putting you into groups of 5 and you will make a sketch acting out a battle. Each group will be assigned different battles. You will do everything about this project away from school."

"Teacher, I don't have time for all of these petty group projects you people put me through. So I need to be excused from it." Brit raised his hand and stated flatly.

"It's a project... you won't get excused; you'll get a zero." The teacher smiled. "Do you want a zero?"

"Well, I just figured since you counted wrong one person would be left out, and that's me."

"I didn't count wrong." the teacher recounted and realized her mistake. There was a student absent.

"We have 21 students in here, not twenty. You put us in groups of five, so you counted wrong."

Everyone began whispering about how much of an asshole Brit was for correcting the teacher so harshly or about how they were shocked he noticed.

"Actually Brit, that student isn't in our class anymore. We're going to have a new student come in tomorrow and fill his spot. Will you miss Colton?" Colton was the student who had been gone for a few days.

"He didn't die. Big deal."

Everyone was speechless that Brit answered with more than a 'no'. The bell for class to end rang and no one heard it except for Brit. He got up and left like he always does. No one had heard Brit talk about a peer so much before. No one also remembered that Colton spoke to Brit on the first day of school.

[Flashback]

Brit was a new student here. He didn't know anybody. We all thought he would be instantly popular. But he didn't acknowledge anyone else in the school. If you bumped into him, he kept walking. If he knocked your books out of your hand cause you were in his way, he kept walking. The entire student body didn't exist to him. Except for Colton.

Brit sat down in the front row like he would do everyday from then on. Colton was in the back talking to some friends. He walked over to Brit's desk and sat on the desk next to him.

"Will you model for me sometime?" Colton set his card on Brit's desk. "Call me when you're free."

"I don't call." Brit wrote something on the back of the card and handed it back to him as he walked back to his seat. When asked Colton called it business. No one made a big deal about it, they weren't infatuated with Brit then. Colton was the big deal. He did pictures for everyone. He was a nice guy and adjusted his prices for the people who weren't so wealthy and for the people who are wealthy, and everyone wanted their picture taken by him.

[End Flashback]

People were shocked. No one could figure out how Colton and Brit knew each other, and why Colton would be homeschooled. People asked Brit, but like always he ignored them.

Colton's POV, right after u.s. history class.

The front door slammed shut. No one was supposed to be home. Before he could get to his bedroom door to see who it was, Brit came storming in. Colton just looked up from his computer chair and waited for Brit to say something. We both knew he was welcome at any time, he had a house key.

"Why aren't you in class anymore?" Brit was pacing. His arms kept moving, holding his hands together, holding his head, crossing them, twiddling his thumbs.

"I'm being home schooled now." I stated calmly.

Brit turned abruptly. "Why are you being home schooled?"

"I'm HIV positive." I looked down at the floor and then at my computer screen. I was editing pictures when he came in. I closed the page while he stood there. When I did look at him his entire body had relaxed. He reached out his arms and gently placed himself in my lap, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head next to mine. I don't know how, but I had broken down his walls after our first photo shoot. "Did you skip school to come see me?"

"You were a perfect excuse to leave. That u.s. history teacher assigned another group project. Every new thing we do, she assigns one. I'm tired of them. Does this mean we can't do it?" It seemed as though a light bulb went off above Brit's head.

"C'mere." I kissed him intimately. It didn't take long for Brit to get horny and when he did he began rocking his hips on my lap and taking off his clothes. I picked him up from the chair and walked over to the bed.

His black hair blended in with the sheets and his porcelain skin looked even lighter. He laid there patiently as I took off my shirt and his pants. I crawled on top of him and kissed him while he took off my pants. He pushed me over so I was on my back. He sat over my pelvis, our erections touching. It made me nervous.

"We have to be careful."

"Of course." Brit spoke sarcastically. He didn't care if he got HIV. To him it means that he would be put out of his misery faster.

He kissed my lips and worked his way down my body. He took his sweet time as he teased me, slowly kissing my neck and down my chest to my nipples. He slowly licked and nibbled on them, looking up at me with his sexy blue eyes. When I moaned that it was torture he continued, even slower. He slowly kissed and touched almost every curve on my torso, till he got to my happy trail.

He sat up taking my dick in his hand, slowly rubbing it. I rocked against him.

He nodded to me, with part of his hair in his face. I clutched the sheets and rocked again. I wanted to take him more than ever, the temptation after not doing anything for a month was killing me. He knew I couldn't resist him and he teased me with it every time.

"You ready?"

"Fuck Brit, just do it already!" I knew I should tell him to put on a condom but he wouldn't listen anyway. And now that he was so close that would mean he would have to leave it cold and alone.

When he gently licked my head I shivered. He sucked the tip gently before slowly taking everything in his mouth, making sure he had enough spit to keep it slick. I rocked against him once. When I looked down, I couldn't see anything. His shoulder-length black hair was covering everything. I reached down and pulled it back, out of the way. Brit moaned and I got even closer to the grand finale. He slowly moved his tongue around every part of my dick. He never told me how he could deep throat my ten inch cock but I didn't care. It felt amazing whether he told me or not. When he went down all the way to the base again I couldn't take it. I pulled his hair back, lifting his head off my dick as I came.

"I can swallow it, you know I can." Brit pushed my hand away.

"Not anymore." I pushed him off me and got up to get a towel, condoms and lube. It was going to be a long 5 hours till my parents get home.