Okay, so this is just an idea I had... I have been in need of som inspiration lately... and came up with a seven short story series. Got this idea from an old musical my auntie forced me to watch... (yes, you may cry for me and send messages of undying sympathy) All the same, here it is and I hope you guys enjoy.

Okay peoples, this story is 'slash' as in male/male relationships, you don't like, you don't read. Or if you read and still don't like, well then, get over it.

Now to all of you lovely peoples... huggles reviewers read on and please, lemme know what you think.

Ken and Caine

R-for some sexual acts and quite a bit of cursing... but seriously...it is a bit milder than usual.

It is his face I see as I touch myself, my fingers slipping about my hard cock as I imagine him. Suddenly my fingers are his as a hand starts to to roll my balls about. A single finger reaches out to run over my asshole. The muscles tense a bit before a strangles moan escapes me, "Caine..." It startles me a bit, just how loud my moan is. Biting my lip, I silently pray no one else heard it.

One finger moves about, circling and probing gently over my ring. I flex a bit, neigh crying out for entrance-

RING!!

"Fuck..." I mutter lowly, wiping my hand of on a nearby towel and picking up the cordless phone. "Yea?" I answer, my tone a bit strained before clearing my throat.

"Ken? Hey," my heart speeds up all over again at the sound of Caine, my love! Well.. at least he'll soon be... I hope.

"Hey," I say a bit shyly back, my cheeks filling with color as I imagine he can tell just from my voice what I was doing.

"What are you doing tonight? Wanna go for coffee or something, so we can discuss this whole college thing?" Cain mutters, his deep voice causing me to shudder a bit.

"Oh, nothing and sure!" I say, trying not to sound too terribly desperate for his company. Then I remember my brothers 'friend', Liza, down stairs, I had promised him I'd take him with me If I go anywhere. "Fuck," I mutter, "Do you mind if I bring a friend along? I mean, he's really my brothers friend, but..."

There is a silence on the other end of the phone, before a somewhat sulky, "Sure, bring him. Meet me at your brother's cafe', eh?" Well, he didn't sound too pleased at all.

"Sure-twenty minutes?"

"Yes, see you then."

I hung up the phone only after hearing him do so. I always do that, I think it's my subconscious hoping he'll tell me something more before he hangs up.

Now, you may be wondering why on earth I'd be going to a cafe' to talk over colleges-especially since I'm only 17. Well, first off, I may not be a genius, but nor am I an imbecil. I'm finished school, well at least I will be in another week, a year early? Yes. No big to do, but hey, I'm phyched.

Next off, why would I be discussing such at a cafe' with Caine? Well, simple, Caine Wickersham is a college professor, also a counselor of sorts. Over summers through most of my highschool years, I took college courses-thus less time spent in college. I only just met him this past summer, though he teaches a great variety of classes, I just happened to take his creative writing class. I wonder if he got the hint of my undying love in that story...

Hmmm-err-anyways! He's been spending alot of time looking over our highschool this year, talking with students about their choices for college and what they would do. Even though he does that with all these other students, I know he spends extra time with me-no, not because I'm slow or anything! I think he likes spending time with me-I mean how many teachers do you know call a potential student and ask them out for coffee?

See he does love me! Muahahahahahaha!

Glancing at the clock, I see that I have rambled four minutes away. I jump up, silently cursing my big mouth-ha, even in my head I have a big mouth-I grab some clothes and quickly yank them on. Rushing to the bath room I check my hair, wash my hands, and quickly brush my teeth. Jetting downstairs I see Liza curled up on the sofa, watching some documentary or another, I quickly flick the tv off and pull him up.

"Come on, come on," I say hurriedly, "Get your shoes on, we're going for coffee."

Liza raises a slender brow at me as he pulls his shoes on. Cute little thing really, chin length strawberry blond hair and pretty doe eyes, he was quite petite as well. Quite a bit different from my own short bright red hair and blue eyes, my bod's a bit bit more, I dunno, boyish? Than his, but hey... I'm still hot! But then again so is he.

I sigh, If only I weren't in love with my darling Caine. Well... even then Danny-my brother-would probably kill me. I take his hand as he rises and pull him behind me to my car. I pull out of the driveway like a crazy person and drive even worse-but I just can't be late! Not for Caine!

"Uhm... Ken?" I glance at him briefly before cutting in front of a rather large truck, "You're scaring me..." he says in that soft voice of his. I grin.

Precisely eighteen minutes after Caine's call we are walking in the front door. My brother, Bengy, waves over at us with a smile before turning to poor some guys coffee. Yea, he owns the place-well technically all seven (yes, I have six brothers, that makes seven including me) of us do, but he runs the place, so as far as I'm concerned it's his.

Turning away from Bengy I see the object of my dreams! My desires! Caine! I fight the urge to squeal as I walk over to the booth. Moving to the side I allow Liza to slide in, me sitting on the outside, directly across from Caine. He smiles at me with that engaging smile of his before turning to look at Lize, his eyes roaming over him a moment. It's funny, but I could swear there was a frown upon his face as he did so. Did he not like what he saw? I mean, not that I wanted him to think Liza was hot-hell no! He's mine I tell you! Mine!-but the look he was giving the other boy...

"Hiya," I say, trying to turn my loves attention back to me. It works the older mans lovely amber eyes turn right to me. He smiles softly and mutters the same. He seems a bit uncomfortable that the other was there. "This is Liza, Liza, Professor Caine Wickersham!" I joke.

Liza tears his eyes away from the window long enough to nod. Caine does the same, he looks as if he is sucking upon his teeth a moment before he runs a big hand through shoulder length black hair. Oh! How I long to do so! To run my fingers through it, to feel it's silky softness! Erm..hehe? Clearing his throat, he looks over to me, "I, ah, I wasn't aware you had an, ah, had anyone, that is." His voice is a bit low, a bite in his undertone. His eyes look into mine, they look faintly betrayed-wait a minute!

"Huh?" I ask, I'm sure the expression on my face could elicit a few laughs. "Wait a minute! He's," I point to Liza, "Danny's boyfriend! Not mine, I don't even have one!" Yet.

Liza gasps and turns to glare at me, "I am not Danny's boyfriend!"

"Yet," I reply, grinning cheekily as the other flushed and growled. He quickly turns his face back to the window, muttering something too low to hear.

I then look back at Caine, his face seems to have relaxed a bit-see! Ha, he loves me, he cares for me! He- "I hope you don't mind but I brought someone too," he mutters lowly, his eyes staring at my face for a reaction as a short black haired man wraps his arms about my Caine. My eyes narrow, what the fuck! No this wasn't supposed to happen! Never once had I considered the fact that he might already be involved. Oh god! He was supposed to be mine!

My eyes widen a bit as the short man kisses Caine's cheek and giggles a bit. I feel tears prick my eyes as my heart begins to ache worse than anything I've ever felt before. Not wanting to cry in front of the two and make a complete ass out of myself-I quickly grab Liza's hand, "I-I've got to go," I mutter quickly, rising and rushing from the building. I dont even wait for Liza to snap his seat belt as I jet out of the parking lot.

"What's the matter?" Liza asks me softly, he asks me as if he knows the answer already. I shrug, but don't say anything. He sighs softly and scoots over to hug me a bit. I feel like stopping this damn car and crying on his shoulder. I don't however and simply drive home. Once there I go straight to my room. Liza starts to follow me but is quickly grabbed by Danny-I'm grateful, I dont feel like talking.

Pulling my clothes off, I climb into my bed in my boxers. Burying my face in my pillow, I cry. I feel like such a wuss. I hate crying. Especially when there was no real reason to cry, I mean, I should have thought about this possibility... But even as I think it, my heart lunges again in my chest as even more tears flow from my eyes.

My phone rings, I pick it up really wanting to throw it across the stupid room. Looking at the ID I see it's the Cafe'. It's probably Bengy calling to see where I went to so fast. He worries alot, I suppose being the second oldest gives him that right. Sighing, I click the talk button and try to clear my voice a bit, "Bengy?"

"Ken? What happened? I-" I hang up as I hear Caine's voice. Yet again my heart feels like it's going to explode. I'm never going back to school again! At least not highschool. I haven't missed but a day this year, I don't suppose four half days will make me fail. Nope, not worried about graduating or anything, just mail me the stupid diploma. And as far as college goes-ha! I'll just have to find another one to go to! Yep, I mean I was excepted to every school I applied to, I don't think I'll have a problem getting in anywhere.

I mean, it's not like it's that big of a deal anyways, right? I groan, roll over and smash my face into my pillow. I spend the remainder of the night crying on and off in my bed.

It's been two days, I've came out of my room maybe four times total. Well, this time makes it the fifth, but who cares anyway? I didn't go to school yesterday or today and I don't plan to go the next two days either. I took my final exams last week anyways, so it's not like I have anything better to do than sit and watch movies as our teachers says goodbye and wish us a happy life. Ha, if she only knew.

I growl a bit as I stump my toe on the stupid couch, I kick it with that same toe and nearly whimper as the pain shoots up my foot. Okay, so I'm an idiot-see? See what love does to people? Love stinks! There is still a sneer upon my face as I push the door open leading into the kitchen. I stop a bit shocked.

There upon the counter is a very flustered looking Liza sitting with his legs spread and neck arched. My brother, Danny stood between those legs, his mouth seemingly glued to the boys neck, his hands... "Well, that's a sight to wake up to." Both gasp and jump a bit, I grin a bit as I look at Liza, "Not your boyfriend, eh?"

Liza blushes prettily and buries his face in Danny's neck. The latter glares over at me, "Shouldn't you be, I dunno, at school or something?"

I raise a brow, "Shouldn't he?"

Danny laughs humorlessly, "People in glass houses shouldn't cast stones," he says matter of factly. Pulling Liza from the sink he walked him from the room, holding the boy close to him. He shot back a glare over his shoulder as they vanished through the door.

"Blah, blah, blah," I mumbles sullenly as I pull open the fridge and get a soda, "Glass... stones...bah." I walk out of the kitchen to come face to face with a very annoyed looking Adam.

Adam, my oldest brother, him and Bengy took care of us when our parents died six years ago. Thus, he holds the highest station in this family and is considered generally the boss-well, except in Bengy's case...

"Why the hell aren't you at school? I just got a call from the school saying that you haven't been in two days!" He growled a bit, "God sakes, Ken, you only have two more days!"

I stand there my eyes narrowed, my arms crossed over my chest, "So? I'm not going back."

Adam's eyes narrow a bit, "Like hell you're not."

"I'm not, I finished, they can mail me the stupid diploma!"

"Since when was it stupid? God, Ken, what's the problem? You normally enjoy school." Adam says, his anger quickly turning to concern.

Then to my total and utter horror, Danny, who had been invisible up until now sneers, "That was before his teacher broke his wittle heart." I hear Liza gasp and kick Danny in the shin, he look's over at me a mutters a soft 'sorry' before bolting.

"Ah, princess, I'm sorry," Danny says forlornly, running after Liza.

Adam raises a brow at the two, his head cocked to the side a bit, a habit all of us seem to have."When did that happen?" he asks curiously, still staring after them.

I shrug, "I think it's been hapening for awhile now... I caught them on the counter a few seconds ago, all over each other," I grin evilly. Ha, ha! That's what Danny gets for telling my business! Now he has to deal with-dundundun-concerned older brother/parental figure!

He shakes his head a moment, a faint grin upon his face, that is before he turns his attentions back to me. "Is that true, Ken?" He asks, softly.

"No!," I shout a bit too soon, snapping my head to the side to glare at the window. Trying to supress the sudden tears that cloud my vision.

"Don't lie to me, Ken," Adam mutters softly, moving to give his younger brother a hug. "What teacher is it? What did he do?"

"Nothing..." I say softly, a bit brokenly, "Nothing at all. But have a boyfriend." I look away from Adam, "I'm just stupid, okay? I thought he was interested in me, like I was interested in him. Only he brought his boyfriend to coffee yesterday." I must say, I do feel a bit better, then again I always do after speaking to Adam. He's got that whole phychiatrist thing down pat-all those visits he has to one might help a bit, but still.

"I see," Adam says, his mouth in a thinking frown, or at least thats what I call it. He always frowns his mouth up like that when he's in deep thought. "How old is this teacher?"

"Twenty-three."

Adam sputtered a bit, "Twenty-three? You can't-"

"Oh, don't even try to give me a lecture on too young and too old." I snapped, glaring at my older brother, "You dated an eighteen year old six months ago."

"That's-"

"The same thing! In fact the exact same thing!" I argue, then realize, "Bah, this is ridiculous anyway, he doesn't want me, so what difference does it make?!" Tears fall from my eyes as I say it.

Adam's face goes dark, "And why the bloody hell doesn't he want you?" Ah, back to the defender, Adam's so odd.

"I dunno," I whisper a bit brokenly, "I'm going to my room now..."

Adam sighs, then turns to me, "Look, we'll figure this out, Ken, but you have to go to school."

I sigh defeatedly and nod, going back to my room.

"Damn, Ken, you look like shit," Andy says, clapping on my back.

"Yea, dude, what the fuck?" Royce asks, slinging an arm about my shoulders.

"Nothing, guys, I'm okay," I end up muttering the same thing to forty other people as I go through the school day. If they only knew. Bah, half of the people I know don't even know I'm gay, the other half are-how am I supposed to explain what was wrong with me?

I haven't seen Cai-Professor Wickersham, since I've been here. Todays a half day and it's the end of second period now, one more period and I get to go home and cry a little more. I can't help but be relieved that I haven't seen him, even though I kinda want to. My gut clenches at the mere thought. No I don't want to see him. I mean what the fuck would I say to him? 'Yea man, I love and want your body-unfortunately you have a boytoy so I can't-

"Ken Shaughessy, please report to the counselors office. Ken Shaughessy to the counselors office." Okay, they did say 'counselors office' so maybe the actual guidance counselor just wants to talk to me about my absences. Yes, that's it. It's not Caine using the weird lady's office. I am excused from class and slowly walk the long hallways leading to the counselors office. I knock softly, wishing and praying it would be the weird red headed lady who answered the door.

It was. Ha! See, Ken? All that worrying over-" Hey, Ken, I'm off-Mr. Wickershams inside waiting to see you." I groan to myself and try to nonchalantly turn the other way, "No, no silly, he's in there," she laughs, pushing me through the door and into the room to face him. "Bye bye," she waves, closing the door firmly behind her.

Caine had barely acknoledged her, his eyes were upon me. I don't think I've ever felt so subconscious in my life. "Have a seat, Mr. Shaughessy," he says in a somewhat emotionless voice, I seat myself in a chair just across from him. I find myself quite grateful for the indifference, it made my situation abit easier to deal with. Staring at me a moment he tosses a yellow folder upon the desk. "Says here you pulled out of college..."

"Yea? So?" I mutter, my voice none too pleasant, "I'm going somewhere else."

"Oh?" He asks, a single black brow raises. "I thought we had established that here was the best place for you?"

I shrug, I don't have to explain myself to him, "Well, maybe we were wrong."

"I don't think so," he says a bit softly, his eyes seem somewhat menacing all of a sudden.

"Look," I growl slightly, "What I do and where I go is none of your damn business. So why don't you go keep tabs on someone who gives a fuck?!" I push myself up from the chair only to be pushed somewhat roughly back into it.

I look up to see Caine's bright eyes glittering, his hands on either side of me, gripping the arm rests. "What happened to you the other night?" he asks, lowly.

"None of your damn business," I snarl, my eyes piercing into his.

"What? More interested in the blond than me?" he sneers, his nose curled slightly at the mere thought of myself and Liza together.

I snort, "Looks like you were the one more interested in other boys, that dark haired one for instance. You know, the one who hugged and kissed you!" I spat.

Caine blinks a moment, then amusement flickers over his face. "You thought..." he chuckles a bit, "Coren is my brothers boyfriend, he's like that with everyone he knows."

"Sure, If that's what you want to call it," I mutter lowly.

He lowers his head, his eyes staring unblinkingly into mine, his lips so close... "I believed you," he says breathily, I can feel the air from his mouth brush over my lips. I open my mouth a bit, my eyes widening slightly, "You won't believe me?" he asks, brushing his lips lightly over mine for a quick moment.

Slowly, I trail my hands up his neck to his face, my eyes never leaving his I whisper, "I believe you." I then pull his mouth down upon mine. He doesn't seem to mind at all. His tongue meeting mine stroke for stroke. Pulling my mouth away once more, a hard thing to do I assure you, I ask, "You're not...not just playing with me are you?"

He smiles softly, backing away and pulling me into his arms, "You're mine, love, all mine." I groan as his mouth reclaims mine.