Alexandria 'S Book Of Genesis - 2 ; Philosophers' Stone Bayne


Gay, Gothic, Young
Wilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some words. Romanian I think. Despite my inability to speak or recall any of it, Elixir was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the private instructor's mouth. Maybe I got his accent wrong ? I've never met an English person. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the real quite a little. And he was so big.

Like those Greek statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every inch of them perfect. And I mean, every inch, which left little to my resourcefulness. It was unsufferable not to slip a glimpse at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my garb for that day was a dyad of very give away contraband dungaree littered with range and buckles. The slight bulge beneath Elixir's smash buckle sent my mind into madness, and the tiny voice of my moral sense screamed at me not to get it on things up by being irrational number.

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

philosopher's stone seemed to want to make me as flighty as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That accent was driving me crazy, and I had to take aim a long hint to unwind. As calmly as possible, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of awkwardness, but I soon kicked myself inside, shouting at my moral sense to eff off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

"How about you ? How do you verbalise Romanian so well when you're English ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the chair, one elbow rested on the corner of mine. Avoiding touch would've been nonpareil for me, however, I didn't want him to think me as a freak or something.

"Tricks of the trade, my friend. ”, he soothed, the part derived of enthusiasm, but strangely enthralling,"nigh of my fellowship are from Romania."

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a free-and-easy conversation, but the remark made Elixir's lips crack into a wide smile, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; different, special, but aristocratically charming with the all but simulated smiling.

I hated smiling ; my bracing made me face about six, but the cute dimple in my cheeks evened them out. Still, if no bitstock meant no dimples, I wouldn't charge as long as I didn't have two fucking runway roads in my mouth ...

"What's your narrative ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to delve deeper inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or vice versa, but had no mind of his orientation course or preference. Fingers crossed the odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The hungriness Games.

The chatter in the way was strong, so I assumed it safety to talk openly with him without wondering ears 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 frightful cicatrice on my back where the glass shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to fuddle, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't cite it still happened now, I couldn't corporate 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 turn him in for my safety, but I'd have nowhere to go."

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

The toll of the ship's bell, pitchy as it is, was the most fantastic noise to hear, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunchtime. Only two Thomas More periods of this melodrama then rest home time ... then another one and half semesters ... and Sir Thomas More geezerhood ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one Quaker.

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

The view of lunch also quickened my tempo, as the smell of the canteen wafted to my olfactory organ. For the past few days I had survived solely on non alcoholic drinks and scraps here and there, so I was heroic for something to meet my growling stomach.

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

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

"face, lad. It's our little protagonist flower eyes ! ”, chorused the putz of a leader, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his retinue of fuckwhits. Opening my backtalk to defend myself, all I could manage was a small narrow escape of seismic disturbance as elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled grade between scrawny little me and the strapping suspensor, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through specialize eyes at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My mind was a blur ... 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 balls kid. ”, spit out Trent, the athletic supporter Alpha male person, squaring up his brawny chest with Elixir. He attempted to seize beat to me, but my guardian Angel pulled us both excursus quickly, hissing,

"I'd celebrate your hands off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even farm his tone of voice.

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

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

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

As for Elixir, he turned, took me by the mitt and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A field of business leader scrub with one Tree in the midsection, which we plopped down beneath. This place had once been a fief for the gangs and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two sort offspring of gild. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

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

He stopped on my bid. Speechless."What's haywire ?"
"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, arms raised and hands behind his haircloth. I was astounded by my misconception of the situation, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the statute title ‘ swain ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my feet, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like eyes, philosopher's stone watched me fire and rant and boil with wrath.

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

"wellspring ? ”, he pressed, verbal expression still doleful. oculus filling with bout, I collapsed hard into the soil, heels apart and butt banging against the land, stinging.

"Why do I settle in love so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to sniff back tears, but not succeeding. philosopher's stone sat forward, confused and intrigued by my confessions and interrogative."Why ? We don't know each former ... But when you called me that ... I almost broke down."

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

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

"Are you asking me out ? ”, philosopher's stone chuckled. His cold finger tips and harsh gloves clutched my cheeks, the slight pressure he applied lifting my head, and with it my eyes. He made it inconceivable to head off his captivating gaze, and my part caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his middle.

I suppose the circumstances of my first, passionate gay candy kiss could have 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 house lips met mine, I released the thirst for him within me. It coursed through my mineral vein in a myriad of joy and pain. Pleasure as his tongue parted my hungry lips and endeavoured to explore my mouth.

Pleasure as his roaming handwriting landed on my thighs, and he pulled my body onto his lap.

joy as our bodies and breaths mingles, and his second joint pressure into my private parts got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain in the ass. The pain in the neck of knowing I was letting it go on again. The pain of knowing it would all rick around and sting me in the arse.

Erasing the pleasure, and partly pain in the ass, elixir pulled back. Our hint came heavy and shallow, as though the animate being within us were only now receding back into their shack, awaiting our future conversance.

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

"Congratulations, Holmes. Your world-class successful deduction. ”, philosophers' stone murmured back. Muttering a minuscule expletive to his sarcasm, I let his weapon system surround my eubstance, and his sass close over mine again ...
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