Alexandria 'S Genesis - 2 ; Elixir Bayne
Gay, Gothic, YoungWilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some language. Rumanian I think. Despite my unfitness to address or remember any of it, Elixir was parlaying the Bible perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's mouth. Maybe I got his accent wrong ? I've never met an side person. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the existent 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 short to my imaging. It was impossible not to slip a coup d'oeil at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my dress for that day was a duet of very revealing black jeans littered with chain and buckles. The slender bulge beneath Elixir's belt buckle sent my judgement into hydrophobia, and the flyspeck phonation of my conscience screamed at me not to fuck 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 unit room let out a sigh of relief.
philosophers' stone seemed to want to get to me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That accent was driving me wild, and I had to take a long breath to slack up. As calmly as possible, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of cumbersomeness, but I soon kicked myself inside, shouting at my conscience to jazz off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.
"How about you ? How do you utter Romanian so well when you're English ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the chair, one cubitus rested on the corner of mine. Avoiding contact would've been ideal for me, however, I didn't want him to think me as a freak or something.
"Tricks of the business deal, my friend. ”, he soothed, the phonation derived of enthusiasm, but strangely enthralling,"nearly of my mob are from Romania."
"Where the vampire come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a chance conversation, but the comment made elixir's lips crack into a blanket grin, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; different, singular, but aristocratically charming with the all but imitation smiling.
I hated smiling ; my braces made me reckon about six, but the cute 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 rails roads in my lip ...
"What's your story ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to delve thick inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or frailty versa, but had no mind of his orientation or predilection. finger's breadth crossed the odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The hungriness plot.
The chatter in the room was substantial, so I assumed it safe to talk openly with him without inquisitive capitulum 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 horrible scar 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 patch, but I've pulled through. We move states a lot because the police are after him. I would change by reversal him in for my safety device, but I'd have nowhere to go."
Emotion didn't fracture into my voice once, and I was silently proud of myself. The altogether account had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed soul to have a go at it 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 tail for lunchtime. Only two more periods of this melodrama then home meter ... then another one and half semesters ... and Thomas More years ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one protagonist.
This friend's voice, low and seductive it was, suggested,"Mind if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ line not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my need 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 peasant guys, as there seemed more than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a well-disposed nod, to which he always returned.
The prospect of lunch also quickened my pace, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nozzle. For the retiring few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I had survived solely on non lush drink and scraps here and there, so I was desperate for something to satiate my growling stomach.
And for something to distract my judgement from the five-nine phantom of smasher striding alongside me.
My shoulders sagged in disappointment when I saw the cluster of motherfucker propped up against a wall in the corridor leading to the canteen. It was almost as though they were waiting for me.
"feeling, fellas. It's our little Friend flower center ! ”, chorused the putz of a leader, lurching off the bulwark 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 shock as elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.
Placing his muscled manikin between scrawny little me and the strapping jock, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through narrow centre at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My nous 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 niggling ass ? You got some balls kid. ”, spat Trent, the jock Alpha male, squaring up his brawny chest with Elixir. He attempted to grab round to me, but my defender angel pulled us both aside quickly, hissing,
"I'd keep your hands off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even enhance his step.
"Pfft. Don't say me what to do you twisted faggot. And who are you anyway ? ”, Trent growled back.
"I'm his boyfriend."shag ... fucking ... fuc ... fu ... f ... ...
"Break it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr Arthur, the rugby teacher. No one messed with that lump of debris, so the jocks backed off in an wink, 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 discipline of baron scrub with one tree in the middle, which we plopped down beneath. This space had once been a feoff for the gangs and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two separate materialisation 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 comrade grin. eyebrow furrowing, I cursed,
"Stop fucking laughing ! It isn't funny !"
He stopped on my command. Speechless."What's wrong ?"
"What's incorrectly ? ! ”, 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, blazonry raised and handwriting behind his hair. I was astounded by my misconception of the post, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ fellow ’.
"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my foot, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like center, philosophers' stone watched me flame and rant and boil with choler.
"You didn't take it seriously did you ?"There was no laughter in his deadly serious vocalism, and the sudden Assumption of Mary made me pause, mid-seethe, standing right in front of him.
"fountainhead ? ”, he pressed, expression still doleful. centre filling with tears, I collapsed hard into the stain, heels apart and butt banging against the reason, stinging.
"Why do I light in erotic love so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to sniff back crying, but not succeeding. Elixir sat forward, confused and intrigued by my confessions and interrogation."Why ? We don't know each other ... But when you called me that ... I almost broke down."
"Alice ... ”, his magnetising vocalisation purred gently, but I gave him no probability to answer,
"No ! How could you use that reflexion so carelessly and not consider how I felt ? !"
"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, hands laying upon my shoulder joint. Through muffled motherfucker I managed to heave,"I know ... but why can't ... we get to have a go at it ... each other ..."
"Are you asking me out ? ”, elixir chuckled. His cold fingerbreadth tips and common gloves clutched my cheek, the cold-shoulder pressure he applied lifting my head, and with it my eyes. He made it insufferable to forfend his captivating regard, and my vocalisation caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eyes.
I suppose the circumstances of my first, passionate gay kiss could take 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 veins in a myriad of joy and pain. delight as his tongue parted my thirsty mouth and endeavoured to search my mouth.
pleasance as his roaming handwriting landed on my second joint, and he pulled my body onto his lap.
pleasance as our bodies and intimation mingles, and his thigh pressure into my crotch got me horny beyond belief.
Then the pain. The pain of knowing I was letting it happen again. The annoyance of knowing it would all sour around and bite me in the rear.
Erasing the pleasure, and partly pain, Elixir pulled back. Our intimation came heavy and shallow, as though the animals within us were only now receding back into their hovels, awaiting our succeeding conversancy.
"So I guess I really am your boyfriend then ? ”, I panted, cheeks flushing.
"Congratulations, Holmes. Your first successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a small-scale curse to his sarcasm, I let his arms surround my body, and his lips close over mine again ...