the sex talk? - justin

[Carter Lee Collin]

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Carter was furious. That much was obvious to anyone who was watching him get dressed after gym class. He tugged his pants on and his shirt and grabbed hold of his jacket, throwing it back on again and he left the boy's locker room and made his way to the office located behind the goal posts. He climbed two flights of stairs up to the main floor of the gym and then another smaller flight into the office. He opened the door, not standing upon ceremony to knock. The man knew he was coming, had told him to stay after class. This whole mess was fucking bullshit. He shook his head slightly as he walked into the room, slamming the door shut behind him and throwing himself down into a chair opposite the desk.

Apparently, he was there because he had broken some sort of unwritten rule that those at St. Helena's for sex addiction weren't even allowed to talk to the ones that they were attracted to. That was all that he had been doing, after all, so obviously he was breaking his... what was the word...? His rehabilitation. He looked at the teacher across the desk from him and he crossed his arms across his chest. "Alright, go ahead and give me the damn lecture so I can go and get lunch," he stated bitterly. Okay, so he'd been talking to a hot girl. He even had her number written on his hand so that he could text her later. She had been cute. What had her name been? Well shit, that probably wouldn't do. What the hell had her name been?!

Kelly? No, that wasn't it... Kellar? No. Damn it! Fuck, what was her name? He wasn't even focused on the teacher across from him, so intent was he to remember the name of the girl. Oh! Kellan! He had already met her once before, but she'd gone by something else. She'd gone by Lily at that point. He wasn't sure exactly how many names she had, but hey, who was he to dispute it? The only thing that was odd was that she acted like they'd never met. Maybe she was a split personality disorder or something. Oh well. He made a note of the 'new' name. Maybe he just wouldn't use her name when he texted her. He shook his head slightly and looked back at the male across the desk. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something, I totally wasn't listening," he stated honestly, watching the other male.

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[Justin Andrew Davis]

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- - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

Justin sighed and ran his hands through his hair, his elbows resting on the Gym desk. He really hated moments like this. Telling of students was actually the worst part of his job and for something like this? Heck. Justin had been a schoolboy not that long ago and he was flirting with all sorts of girls. He knew that this was a bit different because he was dealing with a sex addict but still. This was a teenage boy, of course he was gonna be flirting with pretty girls. If Justin wasn’t doing this though his head could be on the chopping block. When he’d arrived here as a teacher he’d been given a long list of rules and one of those was restricting the sex addicts from flirting with girls. As he was beginning to wonder how he was going to tackle this, the door flung open and Carter flopped himself down on the chair. Typical Carter, always one to make a dramatic entrance. Justin noticed the number written on Carters hand. No if he didn’t see it then he couldn’t get it trouble for not picking up on it. He wasn’t going to get Carter to wash it off, that was definitely a territory Justin didn’t want to enter. When he’d found his feet a bit more, yeah maybe but Justin just didn’t have the confidence just yet.


Again a deep sigh left Justin’s lips. “Carter look you know the rules. With your…condition it’s really not acceptable to be flirting with other girls. I know it’s hard but you really need to try and get them off your mind and just focus on your study. Just until you get out of this place then you’ll be an adult and be old enough to make your own decisions. Do you see what I’m saying?” Yes that was okay. Fair but authoritive. Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something, I totally wasn't listening Justin leant back and crossed his arms, looking at the young boy sat across from him. “Right Carter look. I’m not talking to you as a teacher I’m talking to you as a man who was your age not that long ago. Yes sex is fun but it shouldn’t be something that is taken for granted. You’ll see that when you settle down with the right person. It’s more about sharing that intimacy with someone. Sleeping with them because you truly love them, that’s why it’s called ‘making love’. I know what it’s like to be a teenage boy but seriously, just try and calm it down a bit. You have nothing to prove to anyone. You’re friends won’t think of you as less of a man if you’re not bedding a girl every night and if they do they’re not very good friends.” Inside his head Justin was groaning. He used to hate it when teachers would say annoying things like that to him. Things like ‘there’s no such word as can’t’ and ‘if they do they’re not very good friends’. It was the truth though.

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[Carter Lee Collin]

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Carter watched the teacher across teh desk from him. Finally, the words that the other had said while he was thinking about other things made it through his head and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "My 'condition'? he demanded, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You make it sound like its some sort of fucking disease. Shit man, what the hell?" he asked, glaring at the other male. "There is nothing wrong with me. Just my sister thinking that I'd brought home one to many girls in my lifetime. For fuck's sake, man. Go out there into that hallway and point out one teenage boy my age who doesn't have sex on his mind," he growled viciously.

What the hell was their problem? They treated him like he was sick. Like there was something wrong with his brain patterns or something, he was surprised they hadn't demanded to do a catscan, as a matter of fact. "And I'll have you know Mr. Davis, that so long as I have been in school, I've had a 3.8 GPA and gotten straight fucking A's," he added, leaning back in his chair. "I'm not stupid. In middle school, I was the top of my fucking class, had the highest IQ in my damn school, so don't you sit there and tell me how important studies are. I can hotwire a car in thirty-eight seconds, can you do that? I can hack into a top notch security system and disable the alarms in one minute and fourty-three seconds. Can you?" he demanded.

He hated being treated like he was stupid. He'd been the head of a fucking family since he was thirteen years old. "I've had to manage family budgets since I was in middle school. I've had to provide not only for myself, but for my younger brothers and sisters, they counted on me and my sister, we were the head of our family. Do you have any idea the stress that put on me? So I go out and sleep around a bit, it gets my head off of all the fucked up things I've had to do in my life just so my three-year old brother didn't starve to death or freeze to death in the middle of the winter. Do you know what that's like? To have a father who is addicted to drugs so bad that he doesn't even remember how many kids he has? To have a mother who... fuck, I don't even remember her fucking name right now."

He looked away from the other male for a moment, trying to get a handle on his temper. "So I flirt with the pretty girls... its my outlet, alright? And its a damn sight healthier than my brother Meeka's. He's here too, you know. For drug addiction. My sister and I enrolled him. Then my sister goes behind my back and forces me here like she thinks I have a problem. But its whatever. I don't fight it 'cause I know I can watch out for Meeka here." He sighed, slumping in his chair as he watched the other male. "Also... I've only been here... god... maybe a month? I have no friends to look good for."

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[Justin Andrew Davis]

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- - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

Oh shit. Why was Justin having this battle? He could see the anger flash in Carter’s eyes. Justin was so new to this. He hadn’t been trained how to deal with these situations. He didn’t know how to react. Justin shook his head. He’d got through the interview, they obviously thought that he was good enough for the job so he would get out of the situation he’d got himself in. “God Carter. I know. It’s in a teenage boys body to be thinking about sex and wanting sex all the time but actually going out and having sex all the time is a completely different matter. It’s not healthy it really isn’t. When I was a teenager it was constantly on my mind but I never went around sleeping with every girl I saw. You don’t need to bed every girl… or I guess maybe guy you know.”


Justin’s mind suddenly flashbacked to when him and his friends used to go round hotwiring cars. That had definitely not been the right crowd to get into. Those friends had made his drinking problem worse and made it so he was breaking the law which he would have never dreamed of doing before he met them. They were in his past though and he was now looking towards the future, trying to be a better person. There was no way he could tell Carter about that though. “Look Carter. I know you’re not stupid. I meant that… you just need to play by the rules a bit more. If you do, teachers will respect you and trust you more and we won’t be constantly breathing down your neck when you even look at a girl,” Justin said with a shrug. He knew how to play the schooling game. If you play by the rules, just a little bit, then teacher’s won’t be constantly watching over you. They’ll be keeping an eye on the kids that are not playing by the rules. Justin knew he shouldn’t really be telling Carter to be trying to cheat the school system but he knew what it was like to be a teenage boy so he kind of understood where Carter was coming from. Shit. He really hoped he didn’t get in trouble for this.


As he looked at the boy getting angrier and angrier, Justin just sat there, listening sympathetically. Ugh no. Justin hated sympathy. It just made you feel worse about himself and Justin didn’t think that Carter was looking for sympathy either. “Yeah that must have been hard for you Carter. I couldn’t begin to understand but it has made you into a bright boy who has more life skills then most of the boys in your grade put together” Justin said simply. Justin leant forward, looking at the male squarely. “I have no issue with you flirting. I have no issue with you having a bit of fun. I don’t have an issue with any aspect of your life except that unless you try and calm it down a little, the teachers and counsellors are gonna make your life hard. Just don’t make it so bloody obvious and you’d be still able to have your fun.” Justin said slowly, looking away from Carter slightly. He understood exactly where Carter was coming from and Justin wanted to help the boy, even if it wasn’t with his sex addiction.

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[Carter Lee Collin]

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Carter arched an eyebrow as the other male tried to play this whole thing off as if he were the perverted window-peeper that lived down the street from him. That there was a difference between wanting it all the time and actually doing it. "What, so I'm penalized just because I'm popular? Just because I can get more girls to fuck around with than the average teenage boy?" he demanded, arching an eyebrow as he watched the older male try nad lecture him. Though at the end of his little speil, Carter's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. "I do not go around picking up on guys, and those that do are completely disgusting, by the way," he stated, flopping back in his chair. "I'm not gay," he restated, hoping that the other male would get the hint.

Gay people were... reviled where he was from. Hell, he'd been what... 9?... when he'd watched that gay guy get beaten to death 500 yards from their front porch? He never wanted something like that to happen to him. Better he be labeled a slut for sleeping with so many girls than to be labeled as 'gay' for not sleeping with girls and get beaten to death. Literally. "Look, the chicks I hook up with know the deal. They know that I'm not looking for a relationship or any of that shit, so I'm not leaving behind a string of broken hearts. I don't have any kids of my own, cause I always wear condoms, so I'm not being reckless in that manner. That also means I don't have any kind of disease either," he stated firmly.

He shook his head slightly, not really being able to believe that he was having this talk with his fucking gym teacher. "I can't help it that you seem to be paying more attention to me. I have been obeying the stupid fucking rules of this damn school, but its kind of hard not to talk to people. I talk to a girl, y'all immidiately jump to the conclusion that I'm boning her. I talk to a guy, and y'all are gonna think the exact same fucking thing. So what am I supposed to do? Stop talking to people?! Oh, I suppose I can probably talk to my brother, right? Or are you all just gonna assume that I'm fucking him too?" he demanded, narrowing his eyes slightly and shaking his head slightly. These idiots were unbelievable!

He'd been there a month and... alright, so he'd slept with that one person he'd met at The Cell. But hey... he'd gone to the club for a good time, maybe thinking he could get someone to buy him some liquor. He was supposed to refuse when some hot young thing came up to him and started grinding on him on the dance floor? Invited him to leave the club? If anything, he had been the seduced, not the seducer. It hadn't been his idea to leave the club, but they had gone back to his room. 'course, he didn't have a roommate, so his room was the obvious choice. Max had a roommate. He smirked as he remembered Max... hot, tight body over his... god, no, he didn't need to think about that right now. But the point was, it wasn't all his fault that people just threw themselves at him! He was sexy! He knew it! And damned if he was gonna say no to a free orgasm that wasn't by his own hand.

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