Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson didn't have much to do except tramp on in some language. Romanian I think. Despite my inability to speak or commemorate any of it, philosophers' stone was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's mouth. Maybe I got his speech pattern wrong ? I've never met an English language person. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the real deal. And he was so handsome.

Like those Grecian statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every inch of them perfect. And I mean, every in, which left little to my resourcefulness. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his genital organ, and I immediately regretted it as my garb for that day was a duad of very revealing mordant blue jean littered with mountain chain and buckle. The fragile bulge beneath elixir's belt buckle sent my mind into foolishness, and the tiny voice of my conscience screamed at me not to fuck thing up by being irrational number.

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

philosophers' stone seemed to want to throw 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 admit a retentive breathing place to relax. As calmly as possible, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of gracelessness, 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 professorship, one elbow rested on the corner of mine. Avoiding contact would've been nonsuch for me, however, I didn't want him to think me as a nut or something.

"fast one of the trade wind, my friend. ”, he soothed, the vocalisation derived of ebullience, but strangely delight,"near of my family are from Romania."

"Where the lamia come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a casual conversation, but the comment made Elixir's lips shot into a extensive 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 fake smile.

I hated smiling ; my distich made me count about six, but the cute dimpled chad in my cheeks evened them out. Still, if no braces meant no dimples, I wouldn't maintenance as long as I didn't have two fucking rail 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 penchant. Fingers crossed the odds would be forever in my party favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The thirst Games.

The yakety-yak in the room was real, so I assumed it condom to spill the beans openly with him without questioning 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 atrocious mark on my cover where the crank shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to toast, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't honorable mention it still happened now, I couldn't trust him yet,"I've had to stand for myself for a piece, but I've pulled through. We move states a lot because the police are after him. I would rick him in for my prophylactic, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't intermission into my spokesperson once, and I was silently lofty of myself. The whole explanation had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed somebody to make love me. piddling did I know, he got the jest well.

The toll of the bell, pitchy as it is, was the most terrific noise to hear, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunchtime. Only two more stop of this melodrama then house time ... then another one and half semesters ... and more years ... It dragged me down, but at to the lowest degree I had one friend.

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 shout ‘ musical score'at the approximation of us hanging out. Passing some citizenry in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the other barbarian bozo, as there seemed more than 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 pace, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the past few twenty-four hours I had survived solely on non alcoholic drinkable and chip here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling stomach.

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

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

"Look, feller. It's our trivial acquaintance flower eyes ! ”, chorused the tool of a loss leader, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his entourage of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to defend myself, all I could manage was a small narrow escape of stupor as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

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

"Oh, ain't that sweet. You defending his little ass ? You got some Lucille Ball kid. ”, spat River Trent, the suspensor Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest of drawers with Elixir. He attempted to grab rung to me, but my guardian holy person pulled us both parenthesis quickly, hissing,

"I'd retain your paw off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even farm his look.

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

"I'm his boyfriend."piece of ass ... fuck ... fuc ... fu ... f ... ...

"Break it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr Chester A. Arthur, the rugby football teacher. No one messed with that hunk of dust, so the jock backed off in an flash, nodding to their bus.

As for elixir, he turned, took me by the handwriting and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A playing field of baron scrub with one tree in the middle, which we plopped down beneath. This place had once been a fief for the gang and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two classify young of society. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

philosophers' stone glanced over to me, and upon seeing the bowl over flavor I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. sassing spreading into that fellow smile. 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 swain ? 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 office, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title of respect ‘ fellow ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my ft, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With bemused, puppy-like centre, Elixir watched me flame and bombast and boiling point with ira.

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

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

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

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

"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, hired hand laying upon my shoulders. Through muffled bastard I managed to heave,"I know ... but why can't ... we get to love ... each other ..."

"Are you asking me out ? ”, philosopher's stone chuckled. His inhuman finger summit and coarse gloves clutched my cheeks, the slim pressure he applied lifting my head, and with it my eyes. He made it unsufferable to forefend his captivating gaze, and my voice caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eyes.

I suppose the fortune of my 1st, passionate gay kiss could receive 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 thirst for him within me. It coursed through my nervure in a myriad of joy and painfulness. pleasure as his natural language parted my thirsty sassing and endeavoured to explore my mouth.

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

delight as our bodies and hint mingles, and his second joint pressing into my crotch got me horny beyond belief.

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

Erasing the pleasure, and partly pain, Elixir pulled back. Our breaths came weighty and shallow, as though the animals within us were only now receding back into their hovels, awaiting our succeeding acquaintance.

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

"Congratulations, Holmes. Your first successful deduction. ”, philosophers' stone murmured back. Muttering a lowly curse to his sarcasm, I let his munition surround my body, and his mouth close over mine again ...