Trissa smiled as she got off the plane. Alan…wait for me… I’ll be there soon… Finally she could watch him, touch him, hold him as she fantasized about. His cold, glinting eyes and tense muscles would relax and soften, letting her see the passion she instinctively knew blazed inside a well-kept cage. If she could only find the key to that cage, then Alan would belong to her at last.

“Miss Trissa, your car is ready,” a servant pointed out dutifully, pulling her thoughts away from the enigma known as Alan Vanell.

“Thank you.” She slid into her ever-present limo. “How long before we reach the school?” Trissa asked her driver, masking her excitement with practiced ease.

“About half an hour, Miss Trissa,” he responded automatically, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Good.” Soon, Alan… She allowed a small smile to flicker predatorily over her lips.

*******

Trissa strode down the boy’s dormitory hallway, heading unerringly for room E243. A helpful and rather greedy student had told her the new transfer student, Alan Vanell, should be there with the other new transfer student, Christian Reno.

Christian’s with him again, huh? Trissa shook her head and sighed.

She squared her shoulders as she came within sight of the little plaque reading E243, and raised her hand to knock on the door. Her heart began to beat faster, and a nervous sweat broke out across her skin… Finally, finally she was here. Her Alan – her knight in shining armor – was just a knock away. All she had to do was knock on the door and claim what belonged to her…

A rather loud, nervous voice from the other side of the door caused her hand to stop centimeters from the wood, knuckles still poised for that final tap. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I mean, I know we both had excellent educations, but this wasn’t part of my curriculum…”

Isn’t Christian ever away from Alan? I swear… she grumbled silently to herself. Her curiosity had gotten hold of her, though, and she shamelessly pressed her ear to the door. What were those two talking about? Whatever it was, it made Christian worried. That was a good thing, right?

A snort from within the room. “Idiot. Just do what I say. I know what I’m doing,” Alan commanded. She could hear the smug smirk in his voice.

“But…damn, this is embarrassing…”

This wood is remarkably conductive to sound…what kind of shoddy materials did the school use? one part of her brain asked derisively. She ignored it in favor of listening to the interesting conversation the two were having. She’d always wondered what those two did when she wasn’t around, and this was her chance to find out.

“Trust me,” Alan told him softly. There was something more behind the words, something she couldn’t quite identify…

It was apparently enough. There was a loud, dramatic sigh from the other student. “Okay, fine – work your magic, Alan, but if this doesn’t relax me…” Trissa guessed he made a hand gesture to signify what would happen if…whatever they were going to do didn’t work.

There was a small, unworried chuckle. Alan…laughing? Trissa nearly didn’t catch his next words; she’d never heard him laugh before, and it threatened to short-circuit her brain. He never laughs!

“It’ll work. Now strip.” It was impossible to miss words like that, though, no matter what the state of her frazzled mind.

Trissa barely contained her gasp of shock, and she gulped as her blue eyes widened in maidenly horror. It couldn’t be what she was thinking about! …right? They were both guys, after all, and… and Alan was her knight in shining armor!

She could hear the rustle of clothes being hastily thrown off. In her mind, a very vivid picture of a naked Christian arose unbidden. She blushed and shook her head, trying to get details like a lean, lithe chest; long, athletic legs; and a waterfall of ebony hair pushed out of her subconscious. It wasn’t working, much to her embarrassment.

“Lie on the bed, face down.”

“Right, right… But this is still embarrassing! I’ve never…” Christian protested weakly one last time, voice muffled by more than the door.

Thirty seconds ticked by in which Trissa couldn’t hear anything beyond the occasion rustle of something. Thirty seconds of complete silence, and it drove her curiosity level even higher. She strained her ears trying to listen, but it didn’t help. She frowned and pressed her ear harder onto the door.

That was when Christian began to moan, the breathy, throaty sounds pounding deliciously in her eardrum. Trissa gave a small eep and jumped several feet in the air, eyes bugging out. She had to spend several minutes getting her breath under control, before daring to press her ear up against the door once again.

Christian was practically purring, intermingled by the occasional gasp and moan. The sounds were incredibly erotic, and her imagination conjured evil images for her torture: soft lips pressed against sweaty, impassioned skin; gentle hands skimming over silky, pale limbs. The blush she’d been fighting roared back, redder than ever. Only the occasional word was coherent, but it didn’t give her any comfort, not when the words that spilled from Christian’s soft lips were “Harder! Harder!!” and “Ooooohhhh…”

The sounds making Trissa envision sordid fantasies ended abruptly as Christian yelped in pain. She blinked her eyes and raised an eyebrow as she listened intently. “Shit, that hurt! Be careful how hard you press into me,” Christian said.

Oh…my…

“You said you wanted me to push harder,” Alan pointed out calmly.

“Yeah, but…it depends.”

“Then tell me whether to push harder or softer,” Alan responded, again with that smirk. He almost sounded…amused… No…No, no, no no nonoNO!

The rustles died down as Christian’s melodious voice filled her ears once more. The moans had intensified dramatically, as had Christian’s vocabulary, ranging from curses, to definite commands, to incoherent murmurs. The occasional slaps which could only be flesh on flesh weren’t helping her imagination die down.

It…it just can’t be! How could he…he do…THAT…with a guy?! Is he just desperate? Then why didn’t he go to me?!

“Better?” Alan asked.

“Much… If I knew you were this good, I would’ve taken you up on your offer before.”

Another chuckle, and then the groans began anew…

The sounds went on for several more minutes, and in her mind each loud moan from Christian became ten times more passionate, more wanton than the last; and each slippery slap that could only be the sound of skin rubbing sensuously against skin became a betrayal, a testament to the ugly truth.

Trissa couldn’t take it anymore. Her active imagination was calling up images that couldn’t be true of her Alan! He just wouldn’t do…that…with a fellow boy! And certainly not someone like Christian! She ignored the little voice that whispered sarcastically, So what kind of boy would you imagine Alan being with, hmm?

“Alan!” she cried, throwing open the door she’d been hiding behind in one, overdramatic gesture. “Alan, what are you… doing…” The last word was a whisper as she stopped just within the doorway, one hand covering her mouth as her eyes bugged out in shock and revulsion.

Christian was laying on his stomach on a neatly-covered dorm bed, his smooth, slender body stretched out across it, and his chin propped up on his folded arms as he regarded the intruder with mortified blue eyes. Perhaps it was because he was completely naked… Sitting just below the small of his back was Alan, glaring even harder than usual. An old expression came to mind, as she looked at those cold eyes. If looks could kill…

“T-Trissa?!” Christian gasped. He didn’t move, but a hot blush swept across his cheeks.

“Alan…I can’t…how could…with…with a boy!” she got out incoherently, pointing a shaking finger at the very nude, very mortified Christian who could do nothing but stare at her in dumb shock. Alan didn’t move a muscle, merely raised an eyebrow at her unexpected appearance.

Then her eye caught something. She pointed to the small jar of oil on the nightstand, her voice catching for just a moment in the back of her throat before she was able to work past the lump.

“The proof! You were…! Alan, I’ll never trust you again!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face as she gave a broken sob and ran from the room, slamming the door with jarring force on her way out.

“Alan…did she think we were…”

“Yes.”

“But…you’re still fully dressed…and …” Christian rambled dazedly, his entire face the color of a bright red tomato. “And…and…you were just using the oil on my back, not…”

Alan shrugged and placed his hands on Christian’s back, not deigning to comment further.

“I mean…all you’re doing is giving me a massage…” Christian finished. “Right, Alan?”

Alan smirked.

“Right…?”