Wilkinson didn't have much to do except drift on in some linguistic process. Roumanian I think. Despite my inability to talk or recollect any of it, Elixir was parlaying the Good Book perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's back talk. Maybe I got his accent mark wrong ? I've never met an English somebody. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the real spate. And he was so handsome.

Like those Greek statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every inch of them perfect. And I mean, every in, which left little to my imagery. It was unimaginable not to steal a glance at his genitalia, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a couplet of very divulge black jeans littered with chain and buckles. The slight bulge beneath elixir's belt buckle sent my mind into madness, and the tiny representative of my conscience screamed at me not to do it affair up by being irrational.

As I had expected, Wilkinson was finally summoned from the room in that ‘ duty calls'style, and the whole room let out a suspiration of relief.

Elixir seemed to want to shit me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That accent was driving me wild, and I had to contract a long breather to slack up. As calmly as potential, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of awkwardness, but I soon kicked myself inside, shouting at my conscience to fuck off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

"How about you ? How do you speak Rumanian so well when you're English people ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the death chair, one human elbow rested on the street corner of mine. Avoiding contact would've been ideal for me, however, I didn't want him to cogitate me as a freak or something.

"Tricks of the trade, my friend. ”, he soothed, the voice derived of enthusiasm, but strangely captivating,"nigh of my family are from Romania."

"Where the vampire come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a casual conversation, but the commentary made philosopher's stone's lips pass into a spacious smile, and he chuckled quietly through his olfactory organ. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; different, peculiar, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux smiling.

I hated smiling ; my braces made me seem about six, but the precious dimple in my cheeks evened them out. Still, if no braces meant no dimples, I wouldn't fear as long as I didn't have two fucking rail road in my mouth ...

"What's your story ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to turn over profoundly inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or vice versa, but had no idea of his orientation or preference. Fingers crossed the odds would be forever in my favor. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The Hunger Games.

The yakety-yak in the room was strong, so I assumed it safe to talk openly with him without wondering ears joining our banter.

"My mom died when I was five, in a car stroke. I was in the car, but I only broke rib. I have these horrible scar on my back where the glass shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to drink in, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't quotation it still happened now, I couldn't trustingness him yet,"I've had to fend for myself for a spell, but I've pulled through. We move states a lot because the police are after him. I would turn him in for my safety, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't break into my vocalisation once, and I was silently proud of myself. The unscathed explanation had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed someone to love me. Little did I know, he got the jest well.

The bell of the campana, pitchy as it is, was the most wondrous interference to get wind, and everyone practically leapt from their seating area for lunchtime. Only two More periods of this melodrama then home time ... then another one and half semesters ... and More geezerhood ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one friend.

This admirer's phonation, low and seductive it was, suggested,"mind if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ line not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my want to shout ‘ score'at the approximation of us hanging out. Passing some people in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the former Goth hombre, as there seemed More than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a friendly nod, to which he always returned.

The prospect of lunch also quickened my stride, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nozzle. For the retiring few days I had survived solely on non alcoholic boozing and combat here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling stomach.

And for something to distract my mind from the five-nine spectre of beauty striding alongside me.

My shoulders sagged in disappointment when I saw the clump of dickhead propped up against a wall in the corridor leading to the canteen. It was almost as though they were waiting for me.

"tone, fellow. It's our little Friend flower eye ! ”, chorused the dick of a leader, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his entourage of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to represent myself, all I could manage was a little squeak of seismic disturbance as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled class between scrawny little me and the strapping jock, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through contract eyes at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My mind was a fuzz ... Why was he sticking up for me ? He barely knew me ? What the fuck is going on ? !

"Oh, ain't that sweet. You defending his little ass ? You got some nut kid. ”, spat Trent River, the jock Alpha male person, squaring up his brawny chest with philosophers' stone. He attempted to grab round to me, but my guardian holy person pulled us both divagation quickly, hissing,

"I'd restrain your handwriting off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even leaven his tone of voice.

"Pfft. Don't differentiate me what to do you twisted faggot. And who are you anyway ? ”, Trento growled back.

"I'm his boyfriend."shtup ... fuck ... fuc ... fu ... f ... ...

"Break it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr President Arthur, the rugby teacher. No one messed with that lump of junk, so the jocks backed off in an instant, nodding to their coach.

As for philosophers' stone, he turned, took me by the mitt and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A field of baron scrub with one tree diagram in the midriff, which we plopped down beneath. This blank space had once been a fief for the gangs and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two disjoined offspring of society. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

Elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the boggle look I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. Mouth spreading into that familiar grin. hilltop furrowing, I cursed,
"halt fucking laughing ! It isn't funny !"

He stopped on my command. Speechless."What's amiss ?"
"What's wrongly ? ! ”, I echoed,"You ... they ... I'm not ... you said ..."

"I said I was your boyfriend ? It made them lay off didn't it ? ”, he finished, arms raised and hands behind his pilus. I was astounded by my misconception of the place, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ boyfriend ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my feet, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like heart, Elixir watched me flame and claptrap and boiling point with anger.

"You didn't take it seriously did you ?"There was no laughter in his deadly severe articulation, and the sudden effrontery made me pause, mid-seethe, standing right in front of him.

"Well ? ”, he pressed, look still doleful. heart filling with rip, I collapsed hard into the dirt, heels apart and butt banging against the soil, stinging.

"Why do I fall in dear so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to whiff back bout, but not succeeding. philosophers' stone sat forward, confused and intrigued by my confessions and motion."Why ? We don't know each former ... But when you called me that ... I almost broke down."

"Alice ... ”, his magnetising articulation purred gently, but I gave him no luck to answer,
"No ! How could you use that verbal expression so carelessly and not regard how I felt ? !"

"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, workforce laying upon my shoulder joint. Through muffled whoreson I managed to gasp,"I know ... but why can't ... we get to bed ... each early ..."

"Are you asking me out ? ”, Elixir chuckled. His cold digit tips and coarse gloves clutched my cheeks, the little pressure he applied lifting my capitulum, and with it my center. He made it impossible to avoid his captivating gaze, and my voice caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his heart.

I suppose the context of my maiden, passionate gay kiss could bear been better, and not occurred after a one sided argument, but it couldn't be helped.

And neither could it be helped that, as his firm lips met mine, I released the hunger for him within me. It coursed through my mineral vein in a myriad of pleasure and pain. Pleasure as his tongue parted my athirst lips and endeavoured to search my mouth.

Pleasure as his roaming hands landed on my second joint, and he pulled my physical structure onto his lap.

joy as our bodies and intimation mingles, and his thigh pressure into my crotch got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain in the ass of knowing I was letting it chance again. The botheration of knowing it would all turn around and seize with teeth me in the arse.

Erasing the joy, and partly nuisance, elixir pulled back. Our hint came heavy and shallow, as though the creature within us were only now receding back into their shanty, awaiting our following familiarity.

"So I guess I really am your beau then ? ”, I panted, cheeks flushing.

"Congratulations, Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.. Your low successful deduction. ”, elixir murmured back. Muttering a little scourge to his sarcasm, I let his implements of war surround my consistence, and his lips close over mine again ...