Wilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some lyric. Romanian I think. Despite my inability to speak or remember any of it, Elixir was parlaying the Logos perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's mouth. Maybe I got his accent wrong ? I've never met an English people person. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the real number sight. And he was so bounteous.

Like those Grecian statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every inch of them perfect. And I mean, every inch, which left lilliputian to my vision. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my dress for that day was a couplet of very revealing black jeans littered with chain and buckles. The slight bulge beneath Elixir's bang buckle sent my mind into lyssa, and the tiny voice of my moral sense screamed at me not to do it things up by being irrational.

As I had expected, Wilkinson was finally summoned from the way in that ‘ duty calls'manner, and the completely room let out a sigh of relief.

Elixir seemed to need to make me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That accent was driving me crazy, and I had to pack a long breath to decompress. As calmly as possible, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of clumsiness, but I soon kicked myself inside, shouting at my conscience to screw off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

"How about you ? How do you address Romanian so well when you're English language ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the chairman, one cubital joint rested on the quoin of mine. Avoiding link would've been nonesuch for me, however, I didn't want him to consider me as a freak or something.

"magic of the trade, my friend. ”, he soothed, the voice derived of enthusiasm, but strangely bewitching,"Most of my family are from Romania."

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a perfunctory conversation, but the gossip made philosophers' stone's mouth chap into a panoptic smile, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; unlike, odd, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux grin.

I hated smiling ; my duo made me look about six, but the precious dimples in my cheek evened them out. Still, if no braces meant no dimples, I wouldn't care as long as I didn't have two fucking rail roads in my mouth ...

"What's your news report ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to delve deep inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or vice versa, but had no idea of his predilection or preference. finger's breadth crossed the betting odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The Hunger Games.

The chatter in the room was solid, so I assumed it prophylactic to speak openly with him without inquisitive auricle joining our banter.

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

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

The toll of the ship's bell, pitchy as it is, was the most marvellous noise to find out, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunchtime. Only two more periods of this melodrama then home metre ... then another one and half semesters ... and more years ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one friend.

This friend's voice, low and seductive it was, suggested,"Mind if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ trend not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my indigence to shout ‘ score'at the idea of us hanging out. Passing some people in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the other churl guys, as there seemed Sir Thomas More than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a friendly nod, to which he always returned.

The panorama of lunch also quickened my gait, as the olfactory modality of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the past few twenty-four hours I had survived solely on non souse drinks and trash here and there, so I was desperate for something to satiate my growling stomach.

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

My shoulder sagged in dashing hopes when I saw the cluster of assholes propped up against a rampart in the corridor leading to the canteen. It was almost as though they were waiting for me.

"looking, blighter. It's our little Quaker flower eyes ! ”, chorused the putz of a loss leader, lurching off the paries and stomping towards me, tailed by his retinue of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to defend myself, all I could make out was a small squeaker of stupor as philosophers' stone grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled form between boney little me and the strapping jock, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through narrow eye at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My nous was a blur ... Why was he sticking up for me ? He barely knew me ? What the screw is going on ? !

"Oh, ain't that confection. You defending his lilliputian ass ? You got some bollock kid. ”, spat Trent, the athletic supporter Alpha male, squaring up his brawny pectus with philosophers' stone. He attempted to grab round of golf to me, but my guardian angel pulled us both away quickly, hissing,

"I'd hold on your manpower off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even raise his tone.

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

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

"prison-breaking it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr Arthur, the rugby teacher. No one messed with that hunk of junk, so the athletic supporter backed off in an instant, nodding to their coach.

As for Elixir, he turned, took me by the hand and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A bailiwick of business leader bush with one tree in the midsection, which we plopped down beneath. This post had once been a feoff for the bunch and emos, when ‘ fight'commenced between the two separate offspring of society. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

philosopher's stone glanced over to me, and upon seeing the dumbstricken facial expression I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. sass spreading into that familiar grin. Brow furrowing, I cursed,
"Stop fucking laughing ! It isn't funny !"

He stopped on my command. Speechless."What's wrong ?"
"What's wrong ? ! ”, 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, sleeve raised and hands behind his pilus. I was astounded by my misconception of the place, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the form of address ‘ young man ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my feet, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like oculus, philosopher's stone watched me flame and claptrap and boil with anger.

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

"Well ? ”, he pressed, expression still doleful. Eyes filling with tears, I collapsed hard into the malicious gossip, heels apart and butt banging against the basis, stinging.

"Why do I devolve in love so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to sniff back weeping, but not succeeding. elixir sat forward, confused and intrigued by my confessions and enquiry."Why ? We don't know each other ... But when you called me that ... I almost broke down."

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

"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, hands laying upon my shoulder. Through muffled prick I managed to pant,"I know ... but why can't ... we get to know ... each other ..."

"Are you asking me out ? ”, philosophers' stone chuckled. His frigid finger tips and coarse glove clutched my cheek, the slight imperativeness he applied lifting my mind, and with it my eyes. He made it unacceptable to avoid his captivating gaze, and my voice caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eyes.

I suppose the circumstances of my first of all, passionate gay candy kiss could have been upright, and not occurred after a one sided disceptation, but it couldn't be helped.

And neither could it be helped that, as his business firm lips met mine, I released the thirst for him within me. It coursed through my nervure in a myriad of pleasure and infliction. pleasure as his tongue parted my hungry lip and endeavoured to research my mouth.

Pleasure as his roaming hands landed on my thighs, and he pulled my consistency onto his lap.

pleasure as our dead body and breaths mingles, and his second joint press into my crotch got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain in the ass of knowing I was letting it happen again. The pain of knowing it would all sprain around and bite me in the arse.

Erasing the pleasance, and partly botheration, Elixir pulled back. Our breaths came heavy and shallow, as though the creature within us were only now receding back into their shanty, awaiting our side by side acquaintanceship.

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

"extolment, Holmes. Your number one successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a small curse to his sarcasm, I let his weapons system surround my body, and his mouth close over mine again ...