Whatever it Takes

“Benny. I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?”

Benny groaned as the voice invaded his ears, pulling one of the pillows over his dark blond head for a moment in an attempt to ignore the request. Still, the worry in Sally’s voice proved to be to much, and with a sigh he shifted, lifting the blankets to allow the young child to climb in beside him.

“No whining when my alarm clock goes off though. You might not have school yet, but we do.” Not that their brother would likely notice the whining, or even the alarm. The kid slept like a rock, and Benny had always envied him for it.

Instantly his sister’s face lit up before she wiggled into the bed beside him with a muffled whisper of “I won’t.”

Hardly five minutes passed before she was out, snoring away without a care in the world while Benny simply lay in the bed beside her, looking up at the ceiling. After an hour he gave up, carefully working his way out of the bed and heading to the kitchen in hopes of finding something to eat. A frown crossed over his face when he saw the flickers and heard the canned laughter coming from the living room, and a quick glance made it clear that his mother’s current boyfriend had fallen asleep in front of the television again. A look of disgust was sent to the man and his pile of beer cans for the night. Jim, that was this one’s name, though in the end they all really were the same, just having different levels of violence. Some took it out on his mom, some on him and his siblings, some just took it out on everyone, but somehow his mother always seemed to find the worst assholes out there.

Benny finally made his way to the fridge, simply standing in front of it for a good five minutes before finally deciding that a slice of the cold pizza would have to do. With his midnight snack in hand he closed the fridge, only to freeze in surprise when the man he had thought was passed out for the night gave a slurred order. “Bring me another beer babe.”

For a moment he hesitated, torn between ignoring the man and simply doing what he wanted to keep him from lashing out. A sigh escaped as he finally opened the fridge again, carrying the drink over to the recliner and passing it over. If Benny was lucky the man would drink himself to death, not that he expected that the next man she found would be any better.

“Thanks kid. Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

At least kid was better than being called babe. Benny simply gave a shrug as he took a seat on the arm of the sofa, his green eyes turning to watch the screen. Infomercial... That’s all that ever played at three in the morning, at least, all that ever played on the few stations their television could pick up. The two simply sat in silence for a while, Jim sipping at his bottle until finally he dozed off once more, loud snores drowning out the woman on the screen trying to sell some sort of fancy purse. Like anyone who was watching that channel would be able to afford such a thing. Benny rolled his eyes before finally pushing himself up and heading back to the kitchen and digging his homework out of his backpack to try and struggle through it.

Three hours passed, and while Benny had finished his math homework he hadn’t even managed to get through one full page of his reading, and it was simply getting more and more frustrating. Finally he gave in and grabbed his cell phone. For a few moments he simply paged through his contacts before finally stopping on Ken. He’d be up at that hour, probably doing workout at the gym at the school. Benny sent him a quick text “Wat r u up 2?”

His attention turned to packing his books back up, pausing to check his phone when the buzz signaled a reply. “Nuthin. U cumming this morning?”

Benny paused, his green eyes flicking to his backpack before texting his reply. “Yeah.. B there the usual time.”

With that he headed to his bedroom, yanking on fresh clothes and making sure the alarm was set for the right time for his brother to be able to make it to school before leaving the apartment. A quick swipe of his bus pass soon had him on the subway, ignoring the crowd of mostly older men and women on their way to work. After a few stops he got off, catching a bus for another dozen blocks before arriving at the school he’d spent nearly four years at. It didn’t take long for him to make his way to the locker room, the sound of the shower running making it clear that Ken had already finished his workout and was washing off. Silently Benny dug out his book, setting it on the bench beside him as he sat and waited.

Green eyes swept over the glistening body as Ken stepped out of the shower, and Benny took a few moments to simply enjoy the sight. Ken was one of his favorites really. Sure, he was a jock, but he wasn’t the brainless type, nor was he stuck up . He was actually a little comforting, a big wall of muscle with a firm, but calm voice that no one seemed to argue with. When his gaze finally met Ken’s eyes the jock smirked, his tone teasing. “You sure do know how to make someone feel appreciated.”

Benny laughed at that as he stood, lightly trailing his fingers over Ken’s damp chest. “Only because you make it so easy.”

Ken laughed in return as he led Benny back over to the seat, his brow lifting at the sight of the book. “Literature again? Can’t you ever find something more interesting than homework for this?”

“Mmm. Just what I happened to have on hand. Please? You know what your voice does to me.” Benny knelt between the jock’s knees, placing a light kiss on the inside of his leg. Another two kisses and Ken caved, opening the book up to the bookmark and starting to read while Benny licked and nibbled his way up to the other teen’s cock, doing his best to split his attention between the task at hand and the words Ken was reading.

The hitch in Ken’s voice when Benny took the other teen into his mouth drew a smirk from the blond, and he made sure to give the head a little tease with his tongue to draw out a moan. Ken was soon struggling to read again, and Benny made sure to draw things out as long as he could, even past the required reading assignment. After all, who knew when he’d have the chance to get someone to help him out again? Ken finally snapped the book shut, the jock’s voice pleading. “Please Benny, I can’t keep this up!”

Having that deep voice begging for him made Benny’s own cock jump, a soft groan vibrating around Ken’s shaft before he swallowed the thick length down. Ken’s hand fisted in his shaggy hair, the whole reason he kept it a little longer in the typical surfer’s cut. Men tended to be more willing to do crazy things like read to you while you were giving them a blow job if you didn’t look completely masculine, and a little longer hair went a long way with that. It wasn’t long before Ken gave a soft cry, trying to keep his voice down so they didn’t draw attention as he shot down Benny’s throat. Only after swallowing all the jock could give and licking him clean did Benny stand, making his way to the bathroom to deal with his own little issue in one of the stalls.

By the time he was done there were a few other people in the locker room along with the mostly dressed Ken, who pointedly ignored Benny, just as Benny ignored him. There was no need to advertise their little arrangement. The book was shoved back into his backpack before Benny made his way out of the room and to the hall just outside of the still locked classroom to wait for the teacher show up and let them in. Benny pulled the worksheet that had been assigned with the chapter Ken had read to him, getting a fair amount finished before the teacher finally arrived to let Benny and the other early arrivals into the classroom. Questions were easier than reading whole chapters most of the time, they weren’t as long, not so many chances for the letters to get muddled, though his spelling was still a struggle.

The morning was normal enough, though instead of his usual trip to one of the empty classrooms to do some extra credit work for one of his teachers during lunch break Benny made his way to the counselors office, nibbling at a pop tart he’d brought from home as he finished up the worksheet. Finally he was called into Mr. Garson’ office, settling into one of the small chairs and watching the older man warily as he settled in behind his desk, his gaze instantly dropping to Benny’s file. “Well, I must say, I was surprised to find that you want to become a lawyer Benjamin. With your grades... Well, they certainly aren’t the worst out there, but you won’t be getting many scholarships, and most of your teachers say you don’t apply yourself in class. How do you expect to get into a good college, much less pay for it?”

Benny stiffened, his eyes narrowing slightly at the subtle insults. If only those teachers knew just what he went through to even pass their classes, what he’d been through to even make it to his senior year. “Well Mr. Garson, that’s kinda what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

“I’m not a miracle worker Benjamin-”

“Benny.”

It was the first time that Mr. Garson looked at him, a hint of surprise crossing over his face. “Excuse me?”

“It’s Benny. My name. Not Benjamin.”

“I see. Alright Benny, I’m going to be frank with you, with these grades, no extracurricular activities. Well, I just don’t think that any college is going to be that interested in you, especially the ones you want to attend. They’re looking for the best they can find, and they don’t really give out scholarships to anyone of your level. Now, if you had your own funding, or maybe something that put you apart, maybe then we could work something out, but as it is there really isn’t anything I can do to help you.”

Benny sighed as he stood, grabbing his bag from next to his chair to leave. The words were delivered as kindly as the counselor could, but they still hurt. “Yeah... Whatever.”

Mr. Garson stood as well, sympathy in his voice. “There are plenty of other things you could do with your life Benjamin. Law is only one path.”

“Sure. Thanks Mr. Garson.” His tone was dull, Benny pulling away from the counselor and leaving his office as soon as he could politely do so.

The rest of the day truly seemed like a blur, Benny shuffling along from class to class as he mentally cursed himself out. How could he think that he, some poor white kid from a single parent family in a bad neighborhood, could ever become something more. Hell, if he at least had a bit of color to his skin he could probably find some kind of minority directed scholarship. But no, he’d been far too optimistic about his life. Too many Disney movies with the rugrats, that had to be it. Everyone in those always ended out happy, too bad that wasn’t how the world worked.

Finally the school day came to an end, Benny hopping on the bus that would take him to work, simply letting his eyes close for the trip instead of struggling with his school work like he normally did. It didn’t take long before he could hear the splash of waves and caught the scent of the ocean, his body instantly relaxing. As soon as the bus pulled to a stop he was off, jogging across the street to the tourist beach. After a quick detour to change into his lifeguard uniform he made his way out onto the sand, wiggling his toes for a few moments before walking over to relieve his fellow lifeguard. “Any problems today Jenn?”

The woman grinned down at him from her seat, brown eyes twinkling. “Five phone numbers today Benny. One looked like he might even have some money!”

Benny laughed as the two switched places. “You’re such a gold digger Jenn! What are you going to do when your looks run out on you?”

“Well, by then you’ll be a nice, rich lawyer and you’ll be able to take care of me!” She paused, catching the angry look that passed over Benny’s face at her words. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You just might have to figure out a different backup plan. Turns out I’m probably not going to get into college after all.”

Pity instantly filled her eyes at that, something that Benny had to look away from, though it was still heavy in her voice. “Oh, Benny. I’m sorry. Hey, if you ever need anything-”

He cut her off quickly, not comfortable with the sympathy. “I’m fine, really. Now go chase your rich man. And if he happens to have a gay brother who can afford to send me to college...”

Jenn laughed, tossing her blond hair back over her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll send him your way. See ya Benny!” She waved back at him as she headed to the changing rooms, Benny’s attention soon shifted to the beach and waters. The job was boring as hell, but at least he got to use the beach and surfing area for free on his days off, and he could even bring the rugrats with if he wanted. Plus, a little warmth and sun was always a good way to relax after a bad day.

All the worries and stresses from the day were quickly shoved aside when Benny spotted a little head out in the deep water, and he was already sprinting across the sand and into the water before his mind had completely registered the child’s panicked flailing or the broken cries for help. Strong strokes split through the water, and Benny soon made it to the young boy’s side just as he was sinking under again.

Carefully he situated the boy onto his boogie board, talking with him softly to keep him calm. “Hey, it’s alright now. We’ll get you back to your folks.”

It always amazed him how a parent who wasn’t paying attention one moment was suddenly right there, but it was clear that the woman who splashed into the water to meet them on the way back was the kid’s mother, her arms wrapping tightly around her son and yanking him close. “Micky, what on earth were you doing out that far?! I told you not to go past where your feet could touch!”

Benny shifted a little awkwardly in the water, his gaze wandering away from the dark haired woman in her skimpy bikini to the beach as he waited for her to finish lecturing her child. Suddenly his breath caught, eyes focusing on a man standing at the edge of the water. Sunglasses hid the man’s eyes from view, something that always bothered Benny, though he had strong muscles, clearly someone who spent some time in the gym, though there were a few scars on the dark skin marring the otherwise perfect picture. Benny studied the pale blond hair for a moment, trying to decide whether it was natural or not before he suddenly realized that someone was speaking to him.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” His gaze shifted back to the woman, surprised at her slight Spanish accent as she spoke. Usually trophy wives were blond sorority types, though it certainly seemed as though someone would have married her for her looks. Even Benny had to admit with the toned skin, long, loose curls, and shapely body she certainly was the type of woman people seemed to want to see in magazines, and that was apparently even after having at least one kid.

“I just wanted to thank you for saving my little Micky. I don’t know what we would do if anything happened to him!” Her arms were tightly wrapped around her young son, making Benny feel a little guilty about what he had to say. Still, it was part of the job.

“Ma’am, you need to keep a closer eye on your son. The ocean is a very dangerous place, and a wave could easily knock him down, even in the more shallow areas. It may be a good idea to get him into some swimming lessons if you’re planning to be visiting the ocean often.”

“We will be certain to do that, won’t we Perty?” The voice that answered was not the one he had expected, and Benny turned toward the speaker, only to stop in complete shock when he realized that it was the same chocolate skinned blond he’d been eyeing only moments before. Great, just a perfect way to crush that dream. Figured the guy would be a married breeder.

“Good. Just make sure you keep a close eye on him. He might not want to go into the water again for a while, and it’s probably best not to push him into it.” Benny did his best not to squirm under the gaze he could feel coming from behind the sunglasses, instead turning his attention to the child. “And you need to promise me you won’t go so deep without an adult again, alright?” At the little nod Benny grinned, ruffling the dark hair. “Good. Now I have to get back to my post. You all stay safe.”

He only made it a few steps before a hand closed firmly over his arm, making his heart skip a beat in a near panic before he controlled himself enough to see the blond holding him. “What’s your name? I want to make sure you manager knows how much we appreciate your help.”

Benny forced a smile, still struggling to hold down the fear at being held, even if it was just his arm. “Benny. My name’s Benny, though there’s no thanks needed. Just part of the job.”

For a moment he wasn’t sure that the man was going to let him go. He certainly wouldn’t be able to force him to if he didn’t. Finally the fingers relaxed enough for Benny to pull his arm free, resisting the urge to reach up and rub the spot he’d been held at as the man spoke. “Even so, you deserve our thanks.”

“Really, it was nothing. Just don’t let it happen again.” With that Benny made his getaway, taking a moment to try and settle his nerves. It wasn’t like the man had meant anything by it, hadn’t planned to hurt him. It was just Benny’s instincts working overtime. Anyhow, the guy was far too well off to ever end up as one of his mother’s boyfriends, so there wasn’t anything for him to worry about.

By the time Benny made it back to his seat the family was gone, and Benny gave a little sigh of relief, his attention soon shifting back to the waters as his mind pulled up the mental image of the dark skinned father, soon wandering into his imagination as he tried to decide what kind of lover the man would be.

Benny paused at the door when he got home near sunset, the sound of breaking glass and yelling making him reconsider going in for a few moments before he finally sighed and opened the door. Instantly Sally flung herself at him, arms wrapping about his legs and tear streaked face pressing against him. The fight seemed to be restrained to his mom’s bedroom for the time being, so Benny scooped his sister up, pausing in the kitchen long enough to grab some bread and peanut butter before heading to his room. His brother was already there, ignoring the noise and focusing on his video game instead. He hardly even looked up when Benny and Sally entered, simply grunting in response to the “Hello John.”

Benny rolled his eyes as he set Sally on his bed, dropping his bag next to it before he took the bread and peanut butter to his desk to make some sandwiches. “John, you gunna do your homework?”

Instantly the game was put on pause, his brother taking the time to glare at him. “Why? It’s not like they care. Anyway, I can drop out in two years, get out of here-”

“And do what exactly?” Benny handed one of the sandwiches to Sally, a frown on his face at his brother’s words. Truly it had been something he’d thought of himself when he’d been about John’s age, but nothing had ever come of it, and he’d quickly decided he wanted to be a lawyer when he saw just how powerful they were when his older brother ended up going to prison. “You know, Simon dropped out of school too-”

John rolled his eyes at the comment. “Yeah, but Simon was stupid and slow, and his gang didn’t even try to help him out when he did get caught!”

Benny rolled his eyes. “And you think any that you join would?”

His brother glared at him before snatching up one of the sandwiches and storming to the door. “I’m going out.”

“Don’t forget to get your homework done.” Benny smirked when his brother snatched up his bookbag from the door, even though he slammed the bedroom door behind him a moment later. It faded at the look his sister was giving him however, her lower lip trembling at the argument. “Hey, it’s okay Sally. He’ll figure shit out. Now, tell me how Aunt Ruth’s was.”

Benny wasn’t surprised when midnight rolled around and John hadn’t come back home, not bothering to even let his mother know. The kid had plenty of friends he could stay with, and he’d often done it before when they got into an argument. With Sally already being tucked away for the night and his homework as completed as he was going to get it that night Benny decided that he’d earned himself a little fun. He took the time to dress carefully, a tight, neon pink shirt with a slightly looser fishnet over the top, and black jeans tight enough he had to wiggle to get into them, then a little bit of tasteful makeup just to enhance his looks and help him look just a little older.

The fake ID was good, and his favorite club rarely bothered to check his anymore, the bouncers usually recognizing him right away, so Benny made his way into the large room filled with pounding music and a large dance floor. It wasn’t any harder to get a drink since the club was for 21 and up and no one bothered to check once you were inside. For a few moments Benny simply stood at the bar with his neon green mixture, green eyes sweeping over the crowd. His gaze even lifted, surprised when he spotted a familiar form in the VIP area. The man from the beach himself. He licked his lips at the sight of the man in a suit, and his companions seemed just as tasty, if not a little frightening in their size. Such a pity he was married. It was a shame to have a man that gorgeous wasted on breeding.

A little sigh escaped Benny before he drained the rest of his glass, setting it back on the bar before making his way out onto the dance floor to allow the music to sweep away all his cares and worries, just as he’d let the sound of the ocean do the same earlier. Benny didn’t even bother opening his eyes when a firm body pressed up behind him, simply allowing the stranger’s body movements to join his own. Big and strong, it was the only way to describe the hands that started trailing over Benny’s body, and the organ he could occasionally feel against his back, and the thought of trying that was starting to make him just as hard.

Finally he turned, green eyes finally lifting to examine the stranger, both their bodies still moving with the music. Huge, built like a tank, though it was clear that the man had some grace as well. His clothing was nice, a dress shirt and carefully pressed pants, though the black hair kept in a braid that disappeared behind the native’s back certainly didn’t fit the typical businessman look. Neither did that dangerous glint in his black eyes, though that simply sent a jolt of longing through Benny’s body. Quickly he caught hold of the man’s wrist, turning to pull him along through the crowd and toward the bathroom.

Once there Benny didn’t bother to move to a stall or lock the door, instead he pressed the larger man against the door, lips and teeth brushing desperately over the man’s neck as his hands dropped to start loosening his pants. As soon as the stranger’s thick shaft was free Benny dropped to his knees, taking a moment to lightly nuzzle against the prince albert, a surprise, though it was one he was already looking forward to experiencing. Soon Benny was licking along the length of the man, even placing the occasional soft nibble once he learned that it instantly earned a groan or cock jerk. Seemed his new friend had at least a passing interest in pain, though it certainly wasn’t Benny’s main focus for the night, not when he could try and see just how much of the stranger he could fit down his throat.

Slowly he drew the length into his mouth, smirking when those big, strong hands fisted in his hair, not forcing him, but certainly offering a silent encouragement. Swirling his tongue around the head and it’s lovely prince Benny started sucking and bobbing, trying to get just a little more in each time, until, with a victorious hum around the meat in his throat his nose finally brushed against flesh.

Surprise swept through Benny as the hands suddenly pulled him back, then lifted him up for a bruising kiss, the black eyes certainly needy, and a rough voice growling in his ear as soon as the kiss was broken, “I wanna cum in you.”

Instantly Benny whimpered, his own cock giving a jerk at the idea of the thick man filling him. That seemed to be all the permission the stranger needed, a smirk crossing over his face as he lifted Benny, letting the blond wrap legs around his strong body as he moved them into one of the stalls. After a few moments of frantic fumbling to remove pants and pull out the lube and condom Benny always kept in his pocket he felt one of those large fingers entering him, eyes closing as another needy whimper escaped him. “Oh god, please...” Already he was starting to loose his ability to use complete sentences, and the dark chuckle, followed by another slicked finger sliding into him didn’t help.

They didn’t waste much time on preparation, both already too anxious to get to the real show, though as the stranger slowly pressed his thick covered length into Benny he had to question the choice. The native man was larger than most of Benny’s teenage partners, and a few soft whimpers of pain escaped him as his body was forced wide. The stranger took a moment once he was flush against Benny to smooth his hair and place a few soft kisses on his neck, giving the blond he had pressed up against the side of the stall a few moments to adjust before he slowly started to move, setting a gentle pace to start with.

Benny tightened his legs around the stranger’s waist, his back arching and a sudden cry of pure lust escaping him as the unnamed man finally found the right angle to brush against that lovely ball of nerves. The sound drew a smirk from the native, who instantly thrust hard into Benny, their pace instantly shifting to one of frantic need as his prince rubbed over Benny’s prostate over and over again, bringing them closer to the edge.

The sudden burst of music made them both pause in surprise as someone walked into the bathroom, though after the first moment of hesitation the stranger smirked, his finger pressing to his lips in a warning to keep quiet before he slowly started to move within the blond once more.

Benny’s eyes widened in shock, and he quickly clamped his own hand over his mouth as the thick length jabbed up against his prostate once more. They were going to keep going? Even though they were so close to getting caught? He had to admit, his body was enjoying the extra little rush, and even with his worry he was soon enjoying himself once more, teeth closing over the muscle of the tan shoulder in an attempt to keep quiet. The large fist closing around his shaft didn’t help that goal, nor did the suddenly nearly violent thrusts into him, and Benny soon gave a muffled scream against the clothed shoulder, his seed spilling out between them. After a few more thrusts the stranger stiffened as well, holding Benny close as he filled the little bit of rubber separating them.

The pair took a few moments to catch their breath after that, and carefully Benny lowered his feet to the ground as the stranger pulled free. The two exchanged looks as they fixed their clothing and cleaned up a little, neither remembering if they’d heard the door open again. Finally the large man simply shrugged before opening the door and making his way out, the sound of voices soon making it clear that whoever had come into the bathroom was still there.

“Tristan, I thought you had the night off.” Why did that voice seem so familiar?

“I do Boss, just here to relax a little.”

Benny’s heart practically stopped at that. The man out there was the stranger’s boss? The guy who just fucked him worked here, and his boss was outside. Shit, was he going to be in some kind of trouble? Had they kept quiet enough that he hadn’t heard anything? Should Benny make a break for it? With all his worries he missed the rest of the conversation between the two, finally deciding that the best plan would be to try and make a quick escape so that Tristan wouldn’t get in any kind of trouble.

The plan may have even worked, Benny had slipped out of the stall carefully and started making his way to the door before he risked a glance to see if he’d been noticed, only to stop, jaw dropping at who was there. Blonde beach dad. Apparently he’d made some sort of noise in his surprise, as the man’s gaze shifted to him, leaving Benny a moment to wonder if silver eyes were even natural before a voice broke through his shock.

“Well, I certainly didn’t expect to see you here. Benny, wasn’t it?”

The native’s dark eyes also turned to Benny, his expression unreadable as the pair examined the teen as he tried to figure out what to say. Both were surprised as Benny suddenly turned, darting out of the bathroom door in a clear escape.

Over the next few weeks Benny’s grades started dropping, mostly because he now knew that his goals were beyond him, but partly from the small amount of guilt for possibly getting Tristan in trouble with his boss. His wonderfully sexy boss. A sigh escaped Benny as he rested his head on his desk, ignoring the teacher at the front of the room. Why couldn’t he get his mind off of them? Even when he was with someone else his mind kept turning whoever he was with into them, sometimes strong enough that Benny startled himself when he realized that it was someone else with his cock in Benny’s mouth.

The intercom system suddenly crackled to life, drawing even Benny from his thoughts, especially when he heard his name. “Please have Benny stop in Mr. Garson’s office when class is over.” Instantly he straightened up, worry clear in his face. Was something wrong? Was someone hurt? Why would they make him wait until class was over then? Maybe someone died, wasn’t that a reason a counselor would be involved? Green eyes focused on the clock as Benny tried to figure out what reason he could be needed there, his dread growing as he tried to mentally force the minute hand to move faster.

As soon as the bell rang Benny was out the classroom door, pushing a little to get through the crowd in the hall with a few quick apologies. Finally he skidded to a halt in the office, only to freeze, complete shock crossing over his face. Blonde beach dad? “What the... how the fuck did you find me? What are you doing here?”

Mr. Garson coughed lightly, the expression on his face one of distaste. “Benny, please have a seat. I’m assuming you know Mr. Deltamine.”

Benny gave a slight nod as he forced his gaze away from one of the men who had been haunting his thoughts all week, only to narrow his eyes at the sight of what was obviously a bodyguard. It took a moment in the different setting and with how stiff the bodyguard was, but a slight turn of the man’s head instantly had Benny blushing deeply when he spotted the tight, long black braid. Tristan. How had both of them ended up at his school?

Slowly he sank into one of the seats, still eying the two men warily, only to blink at Mr. Garson in surprise when the man coughed once more. “Ah. You seem to have missed what I said. Mr. Deltamine informed me about how you helped his son at your job, and he would like to extend his thanks.”

Benny frowned, his brow wrinkling. “It’s just part of my job.”

The blond man actually had the nerve to laugh at that. “Never the less, I want to extend my gratitude, Your counselor informs me that you were hoping to become a lawyer?”

The sudden change of topic had Benny blinking in confusion before he gave a little shrug. “I guess. Not really something practical though. And the job I have at the beach is pretty good.” Even if it wasn’t enough to pay for anything more than a tiny apartment once he was out of school and could get out of the shithole house he was stuck in.

Mr. Deltamine nodded slightly. “Of course, I understand that a good university can be quite difficult to afford. I would like to extend a personal scholarship to you for your good work at your job. I’ve quite strict expectations, and you will have to work hard, but I believe you deserve the chance to accomplish your dream.”

Benny simply gaped at him for a while, finally closing his mouth with a slight thought that he must have looked like a fish out of water. “You... a scholarship?”

“Yes, full ride, including rent, though you will have to find a way to pay for the rest of your own living expenses.” The silver eyes were practically dancing in amusement as he watched Benny’s expressions. “And I’d also like to hire you to give my children swimming lessons.”

“Children?” God, why couldn’t he make his mind work? “Uh, okay.”

Again the blonde man laughed, the sound going straight to Benny’s cock. Did everything he do have to be completely sexy? Why did he have to be a breeder? “Good. We can discuss the terms of your scholarship later.” With that Mr. Deltamine moved to the door, Tristan opening it for him as he paused to rest a hand on Benny’s shoulder. “I’m looking forward to our future dealings Benny.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? His mind puzzled over it as the two men walked out, once again missing a good portion of what Mr. Garson was saying. “... I just don’t know if it’s a good idea Benjamin. I mean, it’s nice that he wants to repay you for saving his son, but you don’t really know him. How can you be sure he isn’t going to take advantage of you somehow?”

Benny’s eyes narrowed as he stood. “If he does it doesn’t make him any different from anyone else. At least I’m getting something out of it.” With that he turned, leaving the room before Mr. Garson could say anything in return. What right did he have to try and stand in the way of Benny’s dreams when he had already made it clear that he couldn’t help Benny reach them?

Anyhow, being taken advantage of could always turn out kinda fun. Benny’s mind soon wandered to just how Mr. Deltamine could take advantage of him, his body stirring slightly at the mental images. Teenage hormones, sometimes they really were a wonderful thing.

He was brought to a sudden halt when he ran into a large body, apology already on the tip of his lips when he looked up, eyes widening in shock. “Tristan.”

The large native laughed, teeth flashing in a grin. “Hey Benny. Come on, we need to talk.”

Benny didn’t argue as the other man caught hold of his hand, pulling him to one of the many empty classrooms and closing the door, twisting the lock behind them. The two studied each other carefully, Tristan finally speaking. “So, you’re in high school.”

Benny rolled his eyes. “Really? That’s what has you so worried? It’s not like I’m jailbait or anything. I turned eighteen a month ago.”

Tristan visibly relaxed at that, fingers dipping into his suit jacket to pull out a card. “Call this number next week to set up an appointment with Mr. Deltamine Make sure you’re keeping your grades up too. Bribery will only get you so far if you don’t have the grades to even get in.”

Bribery? For a moment Benny hesitated before deciding it wasn’t worth worrying over. Instead he took a step closer to the other man, taking in his scent as he took the card, sliding it into his back pocket. “You look good in a suit.”

Surprise crossed over Tristan’s face, though it was soon replaced by amusement. “Do I? I think you looked better at the club. Especially with my cock in your mouth.”

Benny’s cheeks reddened at that, though he felt himself hardening as well. “Care for a repeat performance?”

Tristan’s answer was clear enough, his hands catching hold of Benny’s arms to pull him close, lips sealing Benny’s in a deep kiss. Benny’s hands instantly dropped to Tristan’s pants, loosening them and giving them and the briefs underneath a little push to let them slide down the other’s legs. He broke the kiss, smirking up at Tristan as he lowered himself to his knees. His gaze shifted to the shaft in front of him, leaning in to lightly nuzzle it. Soon he was once again drawing the length into his mouth, this time teasing Tristan more, drawing back to lick as his fingers gently played with the lightly fuzzed balls. His tongue teased at the prince albert before Benny pulled back, giving it a little tug and smirking at Tristan’s needy groan.

Finally Tristan couldn’t stand it anymore, his hands catching hold of Benny’s hair to keep him from pulling back again, a low growl escaping him. “Stop playing.”

Benny smirked around the shaft, swallowing Tristan deep into his throat. The native groaned as he felt muscles moving around him, and it wouldn’t take much work for Benny to draw him over the edge, swallowing his essence down before pulling back to gently lick him clean.

Tristan gently ran his fingers over Benny’s hair, smoothing it out before he pulled back, tucking himself away. “Mmm... I’m impressed with the talent you show for your age.”

Benny simply rolled his eyes at that, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before standing. His age, as if it really mattered how old he was. “Yeah, sure. Need anything else?”

Tristan blinked in surprise at the tone, gaze sweeping over Benny’s body before he shrugged. “No, just make sure you call that number to make an appointment with Jerit.”

“Jerit?”

“Mr. Deltamine His name’s Jerit.”

Benny thought that over for a while, finally deciding that the name suited the blond chocolate man. “Alright. I should get to work on my homework now.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tristan watched Benny, concern clear on his face, though Benny pointedly ignored it, instead waiting until the larger man moved to the side and out of his way before leaving to get his things and head to class once more.