New In Town (boyxboy) (student/teacher)

I One This Round.

Summary: When Dristan moved to New York, he expected to go to school, he expected to go to clubs, he even thought he could meet someone, but he never thought it'd be all connected.

A/N: Alrighty-tighty, this is my first story posted like this, on Wattpad. This will be a teacher/ student fic, boyxboy; homophobes can run away with their tails between their legs, because I will only laugh at their statements. *smirk* I'm still trying to figure out who will be Dristan, I'm thinking Cody Linley, but Jake will be Ian Somerhalder. *wink* Also, Jonathan will be Shawn Desman, because he's sexy and has great music. I was listening to 'Shiver' as I wrote this. Vote and Comment please! I'm new and a review-whore. Lol

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   It's weird being in a new town, especially one such as big as this. Not that I hadn't been in a big city before, but it had been a while. With my father in the military, I had been a lot of places, but had been in the same small town for two years before the move this week. Walking down the lively streets of New York, I decided to find a good party spot. I wasn't that far from my new home, but I knew there had to be a club around here somewhere. Sure enough, turning another corner, I heard the telltale thump-thumb beat coming from a warehouse club at the other end of the street. I smirked to myself, patting the wallet with a fake ID in my back pocket. I knew I didn't look like a typical sixteen-year-old, and always used that to my advantage. "ID please." The bouncer grunted when I finally made it to the front of the line. Smirking, as the man looked me up and down, obviously liking what he saw, I showed the card saying I was twenty-one. "You don't look twenty one." He said.

"I know. My birthday was only last month and I still have trouble believing it." He looked at the card, checking the birth date again. I withheld the next smirk, knowing I had studied it well. He waved his hand behind him, letting me through. I felt the bounder's eyes, as well as many others, following me through the dark doorway. I made a trip to the bar first, flirting with the bartender and ended up with two free shots. I smirked one more time at 'Alex' before making my way to the dance floor. I knew I could dance, I knew I looked good, and I knew half of the guys here were already watching me, trying to get courage to approach. It didn't matter if they did though, I normally would turn every one of them down. I would always be the one to chose who would I danced with, until then, I would be dancing, sensually, in the middle of the dance floor. It was about twenty minutes after I made my way to the crowded floor that I spotted my eye candy for the evening. A glorious Adonis stood at the edge of the dance floor, looking at me. Even though I could see the obvious lust in his eyes, I had trouble summoning the courage to approach him. Swallowing thickly, I made my way to him, running a hand down his arm before grabbing his hand and leading him to the floor. The man didn't speak through three songs, and neither did I, but we continued to dance, closely, until my legs started to tire. "Drinks?" I asked the Adonis, right against his ear. The man shivered in response before nodding. The bartender pouted slightly when he noticed me with someone else, but served us either way.

"What's your name, cutie?" He asked, finally revealing a sweet, husky voice.

"Dristan. You?" I replied.

"Hmm, sexy name." He winked. "I'm Jake."

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   I groaned loudly, rolling over and away from the bright light. 'Why was it so bright in my room?' I asked myself. I 'hmm'ed aloud, snuggling into the warmth I found. The warmth snuggled back. 'Wait. What?' I snapped my head up quickly, my hangover making me instantly regret the movement. I held my head up, squinting through the bright light, to find another man. I groaned again, some of last night coming back to me. I remembered finishing the unpacking of my room, my dad leaving for work; I remembered that I had roamed the streets of New York City for a while, before finding the club. I even remembered first meeting the gorgeous Jake, but not much after my fifth shot of Tequila. I heard an identical groan from the man. "What time is it?" I asked, wincing at the sound of my own voice. 'I knew I had my first day of school today. Why did I go out and drink?' Jake reached to his bedside table sleepily, grabbing his phone. What he saw had him sitting up quicker than he obviously wanted to.