Wilkinson didn't have much to do except roll on in some voice communication. Romanian I think. Despite my inability to verbalise or think any of it, Elixir was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the private instructor's oral fissure. 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 rattling deal. And he was so fine-looking.

Like those Grecian statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every inch of them perfect. And I mean, every inch, which left little to my imaginativeness. It was unimaginable not to steal a glance at his genitals, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a pair of very revealing black jean littered with chain and buckles. The svelte jut beneath Elixir's belt buckle sent my intellect into lunacy, and the tiny voice of my conscience screamed at me not to hump matter up by being irrational.

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

elixir seemed to desire to build me as neural 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 a long breath to unstrain. As calmly as possible, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of stiffness, but I soon kicked myself inside, shouting at my conscience to love off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

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

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

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a fooling conversation, but the comment made elixir's backtalk cleft into a wide grin, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; different, odd, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux smile.

I hated smiling ; my braces made me reckon about six, but the cute dimpled chad in my cheek evened them out. Still, if no twosome meant no dimples, I wouldn't tending as long as I didn't have two fucking rail route in my sass ...

"What's your story ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to cut into inscrutable 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 party favor. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The thirst plot.

The chatter in the room was substantial, so I assumed it safe to talk openly with him without questioning ear 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 cover 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 acknowledgment it still happened now, I couldn't faith 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 reverse him in for my refuge, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't open frame into my vox once, and I was silently majestic of myself. The altogether 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 toll of the bell, pitchy as it is, was the most wondrous noise to hear, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunchtime. Only two more periods of this melodrama then home prison term ... then another one and half semesters ... and more age ... It dragged me down, but at to the lowest degree I had one admirer.

This friend's voice, low and seductive it was, suggested,"Mind if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ form not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my pauperization 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 boor guys, as there seemed more than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a friendly nod, to which he always returned.

The candidate of lunch also quickened my step, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the yesteryear few twenty-four hours I had survived solely on non alcoholic beverage and scraps here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling breadbasket.

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

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

"looking at, fellas. It's our little friend bloom eyes ! ”, chorused the hawkshaw of a leader, lurching off the bulwark and stomping towards me, tailed by his entourage of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to oppose myself, all I could manage was a minor squeak of shock as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

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

"Oh, ain't that sweet. You defending his minuscule ass ? You got some balls kid. ”, spat Trent River, the jock Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest with philosophers' stone. He attempted to take hold of one shot to me, but my guardian angel pulled us both aside quickly, hissing,

"I'd maintain your hand off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even raise his shade.

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

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

"fracture it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr Arthur, the rugby football teacher. No one messed with that hunk of junk, so the jocks backed off in an instant, nodding to their four-in-hand.

As for philosopher's stone, he turned, took me by the bridge player and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A discipline of magnate scouring with one tree in the middle, which we plopped down beneath. This shoes had once been a feoff for the ring and emos, when ‘ engagement'commenced between the two separate offspring of society. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the flabbergasted look I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. Mouth spreading into that companion grin. Brow furrowing, I cursed,
"Stop fucking laughing ! It isn't funny !"

He stopped on my program line. Speechless."What's haywire ?"
"What's amiss ? ! ”, 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, weaponry raised and hands behind his tomentum. I was astounded by my misconception of the situation, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ boyfriend ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my ft, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With disordered, puppy-like eyes, philosophers' stone watched me fire and claptrap and boiling point with choler.

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

"Well ? ”, he pressed, reflection still doleful. Eyes filling with tears, I collapsed hard into the dirt, heel apart and butt banging against the ground, stinging.

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

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

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

"Are you asking me out ? ”, elixir chuckled. His cold finger tips and uncouth gloves clutched my cheeks, the slight pressure he applied lifting my head, and with it my eyes. He made it impossible to avert his captivating gaze, and my articulation caught in my pharynx. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eye.

I suppose the circumstances of my number one, passionate gay kiss could have been better, and not occurred after a one sided parameter, 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 vein in a 10000 of pleasure and pain. Pleasure as his tongue parted my athirst mouth and endeavoured to explore my mouth.

delight as his roaming hands landed on my thigh, and he pulled my body onto his lap.

Pleasure as our bodies and breathing place mingles, and his thigh press into my genitals got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain in the neck of knowing I was letting it pass again. The pain of knowing it would all sprain around and bite me in the posterior.

Erasing the pleasance, and partly pain, elixir pulled back. Our breaths came heavy and shallow, as though the animals within us were only now receding back into their shanty, awaiting our adjacent conversance.

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

"praise, Holmes. Your beginning successful deduction. ”, elixir murmured back. Muttering a little cuss to his sarcasm, I let his weaponry surround my consistency, and his rim close over mine again ...