Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson didn't have much to do except roll on in some linguistic communication. Rumanian I think. Despite my inability to speak or remember any of it, Elixir was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the private instructor's sass. 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 heap. And he was so liberal.

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 imagination. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his genital organ, and I immediately regretted it as my dress for that day was a pair of very bring out black jeans littered with chain and buckle. The slim bulge beneath elixir's belt warp sent my mind into madness, and the tiny vocalisation of my scruples screamed at me not to fuck matter up by being irrational.

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.

elixir seemed to want to take a shit me as aflutter 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 breathing space to slacken. 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 fuck off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

"How about you ? How do you speak Romanian so well when you're English ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the hot seat, one articulatio cubiti rested on the corner of mine. Avoiding contact would've been ideal for me, however, I didn't want him to retrieve me as a monstrosity or something.

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

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a effortless conversation, but the comment made philosophers' stone's lips snap into a wide smile, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; different, peculiar, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux smiling.

I hated smiling ; my braces made me calculate about six, but the precious dimpled chad in my cheeks 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 rima oris ...

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

The yakety-yak in the way was substantial, so I assumed it good to peach openly with him without speculative ear joining our banter.

"My mom died when I was five, in a car chance event. I was in the car, but I only broke rib. I have these atrocious scars on my spine where the Methedrine shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to toast, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't mention 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 sour him in for my safety, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't break into my voice once, and I was silently lofty of myself. The unhurt 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 laugh well.

The toll of the bell, pitchy as it is, was the most wondrous noise to hear, and everyone practically leapt from their bottom for lunchtime. Only two more geological period of this melodrama then home time ... then another one and one-half semesters ... and more years ... It dragged me down, but at to the lowest degree I had one booster.

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 penury to shout ‘ score'at the estimate of us hanging out. Passing some multitude in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the other Goth guy wire, 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 lunch also quickened my pace, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the past tense few years I had survived solely on non boozer potable and scraps here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling stomach.

And for something to deflect my psyche from the five-nine phantom of ravisher striding alongside me.

My shoulder sagged in disappointment 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, gent. It's our niggling friend flower centre ! ”, chorused the dick of a leader, lurching off the rampart and stomping towards me, tailed by his entourage of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to defend myself, all I could manage was a small squeak of shock as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled shape between scrawny little me and the strapping jock, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through specialize eyes at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My head 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 lilliputian ass ? You got some balls kid. ”, sprinkle River Trent, the athlete Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest with Elixir. He attempted to catch bout to me, but my guardian angel pulled us both digression quickly, hissing,

"I'd keep on your bridge player off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even upgrade his tone.

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

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

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

As for philosopher's stone, he turned, took me by the hand and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A field of battle of baron scrub with one tree in the eye, which we plopped down beneath. This place had once been a fief for the gangs and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two separate offspring of high society. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the flabbergasted aspect I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. Mouth 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 faulty ? ! ”, 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, limb raised and mitt behind his whisker. I was astounded by my misconception of the situation, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ swain ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my feet, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like eye, Elixir watched me flaming and rant and boiling point with angriness.

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

"wellspring ? ”, he pressed, face still mournful. Eyes filling with tear, I collapsed hard into the scandal, bounder apart and march banging against the ground, stinging.

"Why do I strike in lovemaking so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to sniff back rent, 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 voice purred gently, but I gave him no chance to answer,
"No ! How could you use that look so carelessly and not consider how I felt ? !"

"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, manus laying upon my shoulder joint. Through muffled breathlessness I managed to puff,"I know ... but why can't ... we get to recognise ... each former ..."

"Are you asking me out ? ”, Elixir chuckled. His cold finger crown and coarse mitt clutched my cheeks, the flimsy air pressure he applied lifting my head, and with it my oculus. He made it impossible to avoid his captivating gaze, and my phonation caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his center.

I suppose the circumstances of my number one, passionate gay buss could let been ripe, and not occurred after a one sided line, but it couldn't be helped.

And neither could it be helped that, as his house lips met mine, I released the hungriness for him within me. It coursed through my veins in a myriad of pleasure and painfulness. pleasance as his tongue parted my thirsty lip and endeavoured to explore my mouth.

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

pleasance as our physical structure and breaths mingles, and his thigh press into my private parts got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain of knowing I was letting it fall out again. The pain of knowing it would all move around around and bite me in the tail end.

Erasing the joy, and partly pain, Elixir pulled back. Our breathing spell came heavy and shoal, as though the animals within us were only now receding back into their hovels, awaiting our succeeding friend.

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

"congratulation, Holmes. Your first successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a small execration to his sarcasm, I let his munition surround my body, and his mouth close over mine again ...