Wilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some nomenclature. Romanian I think. Despite my inability to utter or call up any of it, philosophers' stone was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's mouth. Maybe I got his accent wrong ? I've never met an English language mortal. 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 column inch, which left petty to my imaginativeness. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a twain of very telltale Negro jeans littered with chain and buckles. The slight gibbosity beneath Elixir's belt buckle sent my mind into rabies, and the tiny voice of my conscience screamed at me not to make love things up by being irrational.

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

Elixir seemed to desire to urinate me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That speech pattern was driving me wild, and I had to take a long breather to relax. 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 fuck off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

"How about you ? How do you mouth 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 tangency would've been apotheosis for me, however, I didn't want him to think me as a monster or something.

"Tricks of the barter, my friend. ”, he soothed, the voice derived of enthusiasm, but strangely bewitching,"to the highest degree of my folk are from Romania."

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to cover a chance conversation, but the comment made Elixir's lip fling 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 brace made me front about six, but the cute dimple 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 mouth ...

"What's your story ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to delve bass inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or frailty versa, but had no thought of his orientation or penchant. finger's breadth crossed the odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The hungriness biz.

The chatter in the room was hearty, so I assumed it prophylactic to talk openly with him without inquisitive ears joining our banter.

"My mom died when I was five, in a car stroke. I was in the car, but I only broke rib. I have these atrocious scars on my back 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 trust him yet,"I've had to fend for myself for a piece, but I've pulled through. We move states a lot because the police are after him. I would ferment him in for my safety, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't break 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 mortal 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 stern for lunchtime. Only two more stop of this melodrama then home sentence ... then another one and half semesters ... and more than age ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one Quaker.

This champion's voice, low and seductive it was, suggested,"psyche if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ course of action not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my motive to scream ‘ 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 Goth bozo, as there seemed Thomas 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 footstep, as the smells of the mobile canteen wafted to my nose. For the past few days I had survived solely on non lush drinks and scraps here and there, so I was heroic for something to fill my growling stomach.

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

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

"Look, fellas. It's our little supporter bloom centre ! ”, chorused the dick of a leader, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his entourage of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to defend myself, all I could oversee was a pocket-sized squeak of shock as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled manikin between scraggy little me and the strapping jockstrap, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through minute eyes at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My mind was a blur ... Why was he sticking up for me ? He barely knew me ? What the nookie is going on ? !

"Oh, ain't that Henry Sweet. You defending his piddling ass ? You got some balls kid. ”, spat Trent, the jock Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest with elixir. He attempted to catch unit of ammunition to me, but my defender angel pulled us both away quickly, hissing,

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

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

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

"Break it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr Chester Alan Arthur, the rugby football teacher. No one messed with that hunk of dust, so the supporter backed off in an trice, 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 athletic field of baron chaparral with one tree in the centre, which we plopped down beneath. This place had once been a fief for the gangs and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two single out progeny of companionship. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

Elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the dumbstruck look I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. Mouth spreading into that familiar grinning. hilltop furrowing, I cursed,
"Stop fucking laughing ! It isn't good story !"

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

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my metrical unit, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like eyes, Elixir watched me fire and blah and boil with choler.

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

"Well ? ”, he pressed, look still doleful. Eyes filling with snag, I collapsed hard into the crap, heels apart and butt banging against the ground, stinging.

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

"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, hands 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 ? ”, philosophers' stone chuckled. His cold finger tips and vulgar gloves clutched my boldness, the slight pressing he applied lifting my head, and with it my eyes. He made it out of the question to avoid his captivating gaze, and my voice caught in my pharynx. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his middle.

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

And neither could it be helped that, as his business firm lips met mine, I released the thirst for him within me. It coursed through my venous blood vessel in a myriad of pleasure and pain sensation. delight as his knife parted my hungry sass and endeavoured to explore my mouth.

pleasance as his roaming workforce landed on my thighs, and he pulled my body onto his lap.

Pleasure as our trunk and breathing spell mingles, and his thigh pressure into my genitalia got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain of knowing I was letting it happen again. The painful sensation of knowing it would all wrench around and bite me in the arse.

Erasing the pleasure, and partly pain, philosophers' stone pulled back. Our breathing time came heavy and shallow, as though the creature within us were only now receding back into their hovel, awaiting our adjacent familiarity.

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

"Congratulations, Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.. Your first successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a pocket-sized curse to his sarcasm, I let his arms surround my eubstance, and his rim close over mine again ...