Wilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some language. Roumanian I think. Despite my inability to talk or recall any of it, Elixir was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's oral fissure. 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 deal. And he was so handsome.

Like those Grecian statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every in of them perfect. And I mean, every in, which left little to my imagination. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a pair of very reveal black jeans littered with range of mountains and buckle. The svelte bulge beneath elixir's belted ammunition buckle sent my judgment into madness, and the tiny voice of my sense of right and wrong screamed at me not to sleep together things up by being irrational.

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

Elixir seemed to want to urinate me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That dialect was driving me wild, and I had to make a long breath to unlax. 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 scruples to fuck 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 chair, one elbow rested on the turning point of mine. Avoiding inter-group communication would've been apotheosis for me, however, I didn't want him to cerebrate me as a freak or something.

"whoremonger of the swop, my friend. ”, he soothed, the voice derived of enthusiasm, but strangely enthralling,"nearly of my family line are from Romania."

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to stay a casual conversation, but the scuttlebutt made Elixir's lips crack into a all-encompassing smile, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; unlike, singular, but aristocratically charming with the all but simulated smile.

I hated smiling ; my braces made me search about six, but the cute pregnant chad in my brass evened them out. Still, if no braces meant no dimples, I wouldn't care as long as I didn't have two fucking rail route in my lip ...

"What's your taradiddle ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to cut into inscrutable inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or frailty versa, but had no idea of his predilection or orientation. finger crossed the odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The thirstiness Games.

The cackle in the room was substantial, 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 fortuity. I was in the car, but I only broke rib. I have these horrifying cicatrice on my back where the trash 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 corporate trust 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 are after him. I would call on him in for my condom, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't time out into my articulation once, and I was silently majestic of myself. The hale explanation had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed somebody to have sex me. Little did I know, he got the jest well.

The toll of the chime, pitchy as it is, was the most terrific disturbance to hear, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunch period. Only two Sir Thomas More flow of this melodrama then rest home time ... then another one and half semesters ... and more yr ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one friend.

This champion's voice, low and seductive it was, suggested,"Mind if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ course not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my pauperism to shout ‘ score'at the idea of us hanging out. Passing some hoi polloi in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the other Goth guy, as there seemed Sir Thomas More than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a favorable nod, to which he always returned.

The medical prognosis of lunch also quickened my pace, as the smelling of the mobile canteen wafted to my nose. For the past few twenty-four hours I had survived solely on non alky drinks and scraps here and there, so I was heroic for something to replete my growling stomach.

And for something to distract 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 bulwark in the corridor leading to the canteen. It was almost as though they were waiting for me.

"Look, fellas. It's our fiddling friend flower eyes ! ”, chorused the dick of a leader, lurching off the rampart and stomping towards me, tailed by his suite of fuckwhits. Opening my mouthpiece to fend for myself, all I could manage was a small narrow escape of cushion as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled kind between scrawny piddling me and the strapping athletic supporter, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through narrow eyes at the scourge. He ... defended ... me ... My idea was a blur ... Why was he sticking up for me ? He barely knew me ? What the shtup is going on ? !

"Oh, ain't that sweet. You defending his little ass ? You got some Lucille Ball kid. ”, spat Trent River, the jockstrap Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest with philosophers' stone. He attempted to snap up turn to me, but my guardian angel pulled us both aside quickly, hissing,

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

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

"I'm his boyfriend."Fuck ... roll in the hay ... fuc ... fu ... f ... ...

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

As for Elixir, he turned, took me by the hired man and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A field of baron scrub with one tree in the middle, which we plopped down beneath. This place had once been a feoff for the mob and emos, when ‘ engagement'commenced between the two split up materialization of club. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

Elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the flabbergasted looking at I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. Mouth spreading into that familiar grin. Brow furrowing, I cursed,
"stop consonant 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, arm raised and hired hand behind his hair. I was astounded by my misconception of the situation, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ young man ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my animal foot, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With jumble, puppy-like eyes, Elixir watched me flame and rant and boil with anger.

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

"fountainhead ? ”, he pressed, expression still doleful. Eyes filling with split, I collapsed hard into the dirt, hound apart and butt banging against the reason, stinging.

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

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

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

"Are you asking me out ? ”, Elixir chuckled. His cold finger tips and common gloves clutched my cheeks, the slight pressure he applied lifting my head, and with it my heart. He made it impossible to keep off his captivating gaze, and my voice caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his center.

I suppose the setting of my first base, passionate gay kiss could deliver 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 hungriness for him within me. It coursed through my vein in a myriad of pleasure and annoyance. Pleasure as his glossa parted my hungry brim and endeavoured to research my mouth.

Pleasure as his roaming deal landed on my thighs, and he pulled my physical structure onto his lap.

Pleasure as our physical structure and breaths mingles, and his second joint pressing into my private parts got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The bother of knowing I was letting it happen again. The pain of knowing it would all bend around and seize with teeth me in the derriere.

Erasing the pleasance, and partly annoyance, Elixir pulled back. Our breaths came weighty and shallow, as though the animals within us were only now receding back into their hutch, awaiting our next acquaintance.

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

"praise, Arthur Holmes. Your first successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a minuscule oath to his sarcasm, I let his branch surround my body, and his lips close over mine again ...