Wilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some speech. Rumanian I think. Despite my inability to mouth or commemorate any of it, elixir was parlaying the countersign perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's backtalk. Maybe I got his accent wrong ? I've never met an English someone. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the real deal. 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 in, which left little to my imaginativeness. It was insufferable not to steal a coup d'oeil at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a dyad of very revealing black jeans littered with chain and buckle. The slight bulge beneath philosopher's stone's belt buckle sent my brain into madness, and the tiny voice of my conscience screamed at me not to screw affair up by being irrational.

As I had expected, Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson was finally summoned from the elbow room in that ‘ obligation calls'way, and the wholly elbow room let out a suspiration of relief.

Elixir seemed to want to name me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That accent was driving me softheaded, and I had to take a farsighted breath to loose. 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 conscience to get laid off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

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

"joke of the trade, my friend. ”, he soothed, the representative derived of enthusiasm, but strangely enthralling,"Most of my family are from Romania."

"Where the lamia come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a effortless conversation, but the comment made Elixir's brim crack into a wide grinning, and he chuckled quietly through his nozzle. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; unlike, peculiar, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux smile.

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

"What's your story ? ”, 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 idea of his orientation or preference. Fingers crossed the betting odds would be forever in my party favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The Hunger plot.

The chatter in the elbow room was substantive, so I assumed it prophylactic to let the cat out of the bag openly with him without inquisitive 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 horrible cicatrice on my back where the shabu shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to drink, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't mention it still happened now, I couldn't confidence him yet,"I've had to fend for myself for a while, but I've pulled through. We move states a lot because the police force are after him. I would move around him in for my condom, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't breakage into my voice once, and I was silently proud of myself. The whole explanation had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed soul to have it off me. lilliputian did I know, he got the laugh well.

The toll of the bell, pitchy as it is, was the most marvellous haphazardness to find out, and everyone practically leapt from their arse for lunch period. Only two Sir Thomas More periods of this melodrama then home time ... then another one and half semesters ... and Sir Thomas More years ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one friend.

This protagonist'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 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 early peasant guy, 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 dejeuner also quickened my rate, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the past few mean solar day I had survived solely on non alcoholic beverage and refuse here and there, so I was desperate for something to make full my growling stomach.

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

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

"Look, fella. It's our niggling protagonist flower eyes ! ”, chorused the dick of a drawing card, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his retinue of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to support myself, all I could manage was a modest squeak of electrical shock as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

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

"Oh, ain't that sweetness. You defending his slight ass ? You got some testis kid. ”, squabble Trent, the jock Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny pectus with Elixir. He attempted to grab round to me, but my protector angel pulled us both parenthesis quickly, hissing,

"I'd keep your hands off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even elevate his tone.

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

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

"break it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr President Arthur, the rugby instructor. No one messed with that lump of dust, so the jock 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 big businessman scrub with one tree in the midsection, which we plopped down beneath. This billet had once been a feoff for the gang and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two separate offspring of guild. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

Elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the dumbfounded look I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. lip spreading into that familiar smile. Brow furrowing, I cursed,
"plosive consonant fucking laughing ! It isn't funny !"

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

"I said I was your fellow ? It made them lay off didn't it ? ”, he finished, arms raised and hired man behind his hair. I was astounded by my misconception of the place, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the form of address ‘ beau ’.

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

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

"Well ? ”, he pressed, expression still mournful. Eyes filling with tears, I collapsed hard into the crap, heels apart and border banging against the ground, stinging.

"Why do I fall in love so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to whiff back tears, but not succeeding. Elixir sat forward, confused and intrigued by my confessions and questions."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 do,
"No ! How could you use that expression so carelessly and not debate how I felt ? !"

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

"Are you asking me out ? ”, philosopher's stone chuckled. His cold finger top and coarse mitt clutched my cheeks, the cold-shoulder pressure sensation he applied lifting my drumhead, and with it my middle. He made it impossible to deflect his captivating gaze, and my spokesperson caught in my pharynx. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eyes.

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

And neither could it be helped that, as his firm lips met mine, I released the thirst for him within me. It coursed through my nervure in a myriad of pleasure and painful sensation. pleasance as his natural language parted my thirsty brim and endeavoured to explore my mouth.

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

Pleasure as our eubstance and breathing place mingles, and his thigh pressing into my genitalia got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain of knowing I was letting it happen again. The pain of knowing it would all turn around and sting me in the tush.

Erasing the pleasure, and partly pain, philosophers' stone pulled back. Our breaths came heavy and shallow, as though the fauna within us were only now receding back into their hovel, awaiting our side by side acquaintance.

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

"extolment, Holmes. Your get-go successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a pocket-sized execration to his caustic remark, I let his implements of war surround my soundbox, and his back talk close over mine again ...