A/N: Attention people of the land! I, jma, have actually updated Frumos Baiat. YAY! -dances about her head- I'm so terribly sorry for the long wait, as I am with all my stories... -sniffles- Anyways, here it is! Thanks to all you reviewers that have been asking me to update this for so long. Sorry, I didn't get around to it until now. --

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Chapter Five

Brae glared at the spot Darrin had last occupied wanting nothing more than to punch the prick in his eye. Why of all the stupid fucking things he could say, did he have to proclaim Stian his boyfriend? Not such a big deal normally, but right in front of the kid? And what then should come from his lips? It fucking figured. Now he had two choices. He could say no, he wasn't his boyfriend and lose what ground he had made, and possibly lose his chance altogether with the brunette. Or he could say yes and play boyfriend until he got what he wanted. Not that hard of a decision.

Groaning a bit, he plopped down lazily beside the gray-eyed boy, rubbing his smooth cheek against his partially exposed shoulder.

"Do you want me to be?" he whispered softly, sliding his face farther up that shoulder, his lips verily itching to kiss that smooth neck.

Brae had felt Stian stiffen a bit as his question was answered. He’d heard him take a deep breath before muttering a soft, "Yes."

Stian's heart felt as though it was going to explode from his very chest. His eyes were lowered, his hands clenching the sheets. His mind raced, a million thoughts running about his head. Oh but he hoped Braeden was not just joking with him. That would be so terrible, so cruel. He had never before had a boyfriend, never before had he been kissed or touched in the ways the other boy had touched him. Even more so, he had a liking for the blue-eyed man, a veritable crush, and the other knew that. If he refused him it would be-

"I'm yours then," Brae said abruptly, having watched the myriad of expressions cross over the youth’s face. He smiled as a look of pure shock then happiness came over those features. Then he sighed and lightly kissed a trail up Stian's neck, the younger boy just didn't realize how gorgeous he was. He didn't realize how much he could have with just that. He was too pure, too innocent, to ever think that he could be just as Brae and his friends were. And for some odd reason, Braeden was damn glad of it.

He had thought about what Tynan had said the other night. After he was done with the little Romanian, would the boy go around the rest of his friends like all his other conquests had? Would he kiss the others with the same quiet passion as he kissed him? The mere thought of another touching Stian made Brae livid. His stomach actually hurt, sickened by the thought of someone else so much as looking at Stian in a manner other than friendly - and nonsexual. He shook his head at himself. He had better get over this crap. Maybe Darrin was right. Okay, so Darrin was right. But that was more or less only because Stian was a virgin. His virgin. As soon as he got what he wanted before anyone else did, it wouldn't matter anymore - right? He hoped so.

Stian was at a loss, though undoubtedly jovial. He didn't know why, but he didn't expect the other to say that. But boy was he glad he did. Rather abruptly, he threw his arms about Brae's neck, launching his body towards the other, hugging him tightly. He effectively knocked the wind from the larger boy, before smashing his mouth against him. Kissing him as best he could. He was no expert by far, but Brae seemed to enjoy it, so he didn't stop.

Braeden wasn't complaining, indeed he took over the other’s mouth thrusting his tongue in with sure strokes. Sliding his hand up to thread in that long mahogany hair, he turned his head to the side just a bit, giving him even more access to the recesses of Stian's mouth. The boy’s taste was intoxicating, addictive. Causing him to want to taste more and more of him. And the way he was kissing him made damn sure the youth knew he couldn't get enough of him. Slowly, he slid his hand about the other’s waist, finding the end of the shirt and sliding his hand up his back. It soon came about to slide over his sides and then his chest.

The gray-eyed boy couldn't believe all this was happening, couldn't believe the amazing feel of his boyfriend's hands as they caressed his bare skin. He moaned as a nipple was captured between the other’s thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging and –

"We could-uhm-consummate," his mouth slid once again down his neck. Over his collarbone and straight to the nipple he was teasing so incessantly. The brunette could hardly believe it was his throat making those low, throaty, moans. "Consummate our union..."

His tone was suggestive even through the haze Stian was presently in. Though it took him a moment, he did pull away, pushing on Brae's shoulders as he did so.

"I-I do not think this is the proper time, Braeden," Stian whispered, his voice low, a soft Romanian burr that served to harden the other even farther.

Brae fell back upon the bed, more or less slamming back really. Childish, yes, but understandable considering the frustration he was presently going through. He glanced down at his tight pants. They were damn near cutting off circulation by this point. He then looked over at Stian, watching as he rose to kneel upon the bed. His knees tucked beneath him, his pants just as tight. He reached his hand out and grabbed the other through his pants, lightly massaging with his hand as he looked up at him.

Stian gasped, eyes wide as he stared down at that big, white hand covering him, moving in a delightfully wicked manner, causing him to feel something close to bliss. His eyes widened ever wider when he heard a husky voice say, "At least let me blow you." He had no idea how he managed not to faint after that one. But an even more trying question, could he allow the other boy to do it? It seemed the decision was taken from his hands however, as he was pushed upon his back. His legs still tucked in the kneeling position. His trousers were undone and abruptly pulled down, and for the life of him he couldn't say a word. Though he was rather anxious as to the other’s reaction to his dick. He didn't look though, simply closed his eyes and shivered a bit as the cold air of the room hit his swollen flesh.

And then it happened. A warm sheath covered him to the hilt. Consuming him, seemingly swallowing him whole. He was gasping for breath within mere seconds as Brae's mouth moved up and down, his tongue creating the most amazing sensations. Just when Stian thought he would erupt, the other would pull off to lick about him and suckle upon his tight sac. He was then upon him again, pausing to ghost his fingers up his shaft as his warm tongue encircled the head and slit, before slamming his mouth down upon the other, over and over, until Stian was neigh screaming with the pleasure of it all. He did scream as he came, his hips thrusting harshly into the other’s face. Not that Brae seemed to mind, just opened up and took it. Swallowed his essence before pulling off to lick away the few escaping drops.

Stian just lay there afterwards, not knowing what to do or to say. Though he did not regret it, he wasn't sure he had done the right thing by letting the boy do such to him. But ... Braeden was now his boyfriend, that did grant him privileges, did it not? Just like that of a man and a woman. And he had not disliked what the other had done, it had felt better than he had imagined. There was no doubt in his mind from Braeden's performance that he was a pro, quite used to giving and no doubt receiving pleasure.

"Did that feel good, baby?" Braeden asked, pulling the other’s legs from beneath him then crawling up to lay down beside him, kissing his cheek gently. He didn't have to look. He could feel the heat on the other boy’s face. That was to be expected, the boy’s first time and all, but hey, it wasn't like they actually did anything that counted. He just blew him. Until actual intercourse was made, the other was still a virgin in his eyes.

The youth wanted to tell Brae how amazing he had felt, how wonderful the other’s mouth had felt upon him. Yet when it came down to it, he could do no more than nod, blushing gently and lowering his eyes.

"We could do that and more from now on ... if you wanted, Stian," the blue-eyed boy stated, resting his hand lightly upon the other’s face, forcing him to face him. "But only if you want, baby," his eyes widened at himself having said that. Where the hell did that come from? He didn't have time and he didn't give time! Bah, bloody fucking hell. Sighing, he pecked the other’s lips and laid back, ignoring his still hard member. Some moments later, he asked casually, "What time do you have to be home? It's 1:48 now-"

"Oh no!" Stian jumped from the bed, unknowingly giving the other a view of his lovely backside as he yanked his trousers up and all but ran from the room, only to come back moments later. "Will you take me?" Brae nodded and pulled himself from the bed.

"Stop it! He is your son, for God’s sake!" Stian heard his mother cry from his present position in the floor. His nose and lip were bleeding like endless fountains, his right eye swollen from a terrible left hook. His back ached from the many belt welts that now adorned it. "Teenagers get in late all the time! He is almost eighteen years old! He has that right."

"He lost that right when he became a fairy," his father said stonily. "And that is not bad enough! Now he has to go out and ruin our name by advertising it -"

"And how do you know he has done this? Do you stalk him now? Stalk him as well as beat him, you beast!" She screamed, losing her temper.

A loud slap resounded through the room. "You forget yourself, wife. He is my son, my curse, and my sin. I will deal with him - and you, as I see fit. Now get from my sight - and take that queer with you. You both sicken me."

Braeden looked about the classroom, tongue in cheek, he had not seen his new boyfriend since Darrin's party, nearly four days ago. He had not shown up for school in two days nor had he called all weekend. Was the boy avoiding him or something? He didn't think so, mostly because pride wouldn't allow him to believe that, not to mention they had parted early Saturday morning on extremely good terms. Did something happen? Was he hurt?

He bit the inside of his lip as his brows furrowed a bit, was he worrying over nothing? For some odd reason, he didn't think so. Something had to be wrong otherwise he had no doubt the little Romanian would be here beside him. Not particularly caring about the consequences of his actions, he rose and abruptly walked from class.

He had to find out where Stian was. It would eat him up if he didn't find that out soon. He figured the boy’s house was as good a place to find him as any. He jogged to his car and hurriedly made his way to Stian's home.

jma: I updated... whoa...

Brae: -kissing sounds-

Stian: -whimpering and kissing sounds-

jma: -swallows- Heh... -nudges her characters- Uhm... Review?