Sheraton Academy

The Sneak

Rating: PG-13. Warnings: sexual innuendo

Sheraton Acedemy was the most prestigious boys' school in all of England. Perhaps in all of the U.K. Their students were held to meticulous standards of propriety and excellence. This was especially true of the boys and young men chosen as Heads of House and Prefects. It would be unimaginable that a single one of them could ever be taken in by bribery or coercion.

Unless it was being performed by one Yuki Toshiya.

Yuki had the money to dazzle, a wit to drop guards, and a tongue that could convince even the angriest of hellhounds to just chill out and take a nap already, so it was child's play to find someone who just needed the right nudge to give him a key to a certain boy's room.

His birthday is coming up, you know, and I want to decorate while he's out, leave him some cupcakes from that wonderful bakery at the end of the village. We've been mates since day one and I want to show my appreciation for him.

The Prefect devoured it, being barely a year ten, new to the position and eager to please the older students who had more clout with the professors.

When he opened the door, Yuki turned to him and asked, "And your name was ..."

"Jensen," the boy grinned. "But you can call me Jenn. Two 'n's," he said, holding up two fingers to match.

Yuki smiled and patted his shoulder. "Thank you, Jenn. When it comes time for the professors to do an overview, I'll put in a word. But don't tell Livia, okay?" He held a finger to his lips and Jenn nodded. Yuki smiled, winked, and said, "Good boy. Let's keep it a surprise."

Jenn nodded and grinned, then trotted off proudly as Yuki slipped quietly inside Livia's room.

He flipped on the light. He'd been here in Livia's room multiple times, sometimes one-on-one, sometimes with a group of friends, but this was the first time he'd been here alone.

And he was on a mission.

Livia, the fucking tease, was always going on and on and on about his sex life with his hot-as-hell boyfriend, and it was not fair that the smaller boy would always stop and smile coyly and say, "Oh, but I don't think I should tell you that," before he got to anything really good. But Yuki did know that Livia kept a journal, and he would bet his entire fortune that there was at least one delicious story hiding somewhere in its pages.

He carefully checked all of the typical journal-hiding places, first: under the pillows, under the bed, in the desk drawer. But then he found it underneath the back left desk leg, of all places, keeping it level. With a quick glance to gauge the thickness of it, he grabbed another book of about the same thickness off the shelf next to it and switched them out.

It was bright pink and tied closed with a little pink ribbon. In large black letters, it said, "Queen Bitch," and, underneath, "not to be read without permission under pain of execution." Yuki smirked and rolled his eyes.

He was careful to only glance at the first few words of any page, not wanting to accidentally stumble across something he shouldn't know. He wasn't here to learn deep, dark secrets. He was here to read about his best friend's sex life.

He took his right glove off and gently placed it on Livia's desk. The bare skin of his fingers made it easier to turn the pages without slipping or doubling them up. Most of it was boring or none of his business: how Livia's leukemia treatment was going, a detention he got, how he was helping his other friend decorate his room.

After he got about a quarter through the book, he paused. Then he closed it and opened it from the back, where the pages were covered in pink gel pen. A smile crawled across Yuki's lips. That sneaky little bitch.

His hands are amazing, the entry started. His fingers are so quick and nimble. Like, he could be a professional. He'd be rich. Yuki smiled, just barely showing perfect white teeth through dark blue painted lips.

The way he moves, oh, Jesus, the way his fingers slide, I'd bet he could do it just as well with his eyes closed. I could faint at the expertise. It's almost beautiful.

I've never known anyone who could type out code so fast Yuki you asshole I know you're reading this. You dick. I hope you liked my story!

Yuki sighed, closing the book and placing it down on the desk. His eyes rolled toward the ceiling and he pinched his nose.

"Goddammit, Livia," he muttered.