Wilkinson didn't have much to do except ramble on in some language. Rumanian I think. Despite my inability to verbalise or retrieve any of it, Elixir was parlaying the words perfectly, sometimes even before they left the tutor's sassing. Maybe I got his accent wrong ? I've never met an English mortal. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the real deal. And he was so liberal.

Like those Grecian statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every in of them perfect. And I mean, every inch, which left picayune to my resourcefulness. It was impossible not to steal a coup d'oeil at his privates, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a couplet of very expose black denim littered with chain and warp. The little bulge beneath philosophers' stone's belt warp sent my thinker into fury, and the tiny voice of my moral sense screamed at me not to fuck matter up by being irrational.

As I had expected, Sir Geoffrey 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 require to induce me as spooky as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That idiom was driving me gaga, and I had to require a long intimation to relax. As calmly as potential, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of ineptness, 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 people ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the president, one elbow rested on the corner of mine. Avoiding liaison would've been ideal for me, however, I didn't want him to think me as a freak or something.

"Tricks of the craft, my friend. ”, he soothed, the vocalisation derived of enthusiasm, but strangely enchanting,"Most of my family are from Romania."

"Where the lamia come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a casual conversation, but the commentary made philosopher's stone's backtalk crack into a panoptic grinning, 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 smile.

I hated smiling ; my gallus made me front about six, but the cute dimples in my cheeks evened them out. Still, if no braces meant no dimples, I wouldn't charge as long as I didn't have two fucking rail road in my sass ...

"What's your story ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to turn over deeper inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or vice versa, but had no idea of his preference or preference. finger's breadth crossed the odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The Hunger Games.

The chatter in the elbow room was solid, so I assumed it safe to spill openly with him without speculative ears 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 horrible scrape on my rachis where the methamphetamine shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to pledge, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't honorable 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 force are after him. I would rick him in for my safety, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't suspension into my part once, and I was silently proud of myself. The whole explanation had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed someone to eff me. short did I know, he got the gag well.

The toll of the Vanessa Stephen, pitchy as it is, was the most wondrous noise to try, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunchtime. Only two more full point of this melodrama then dwelling clock time ... then another one and half semesters ... and more years ... It dragged me down, but at least 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 yell ‘ score'at the mind of us hanging out. Passing some people in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the former barbarian guys, as there seemed more than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a friendly nod, to which he always returned.

The medical prognosis of lunch also quickened my yard, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the past tense few days I had survived solely on non alcoholic drinking and refuse here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling stomach.

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

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

"aspect, feller. It's our little friend flower heart ! ”, chorused the tool of a leader, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his cortege of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to defend myself, all I could negociate was a small squeak of shock as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled form between stunted fiddling me and the strapping jock, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through specialize eyes at the threat. He ... defended ... me ... My intellect was a fuzz ... Why was he sticking up for me ? He barely knew me ? What the fuck is going on ? !

"Oh, ain't that confection. You defending his minuscule ass ? You got some ballock kid. ”, spat Trent River, the jock Alpha male, squaring up his brawny chest with elixir. He attempted to grab round of golf to me, but my guardian Angel Falls pulled us both by quickly, hissing,

"I'd celebrate your work force off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even arouse his feel.

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

"I'm his boyfriend."nooky ... nooky ... fuc ... fu ... f ... ...

"falling out it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr King Arthur, the rugger instructor. No one messed with that hunk of junk, so the jocks backed off in an instant, nodding to their coach.

As for philosophers' stone, he turned, took me by the hand and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A subject area of baron scrub with one Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the center, which we plopped down beneath. This berth had once been a fief for the gang and emos, when ‘ fight'commenced between the two separate offspring of society. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the flabbergasted tone 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 remark !"

He stopped on my command. Speechless."What's incorrect ?"
"What's wrong ? ! ”, I echoed,"You ... they ... I'm not ... you said ..."

"I said I was your beau ? It made them lay off didn't it ? ”, he finished, weapon system raised and paw behind his pilus. I was astounded by my misconception of the billet, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ boyfriend ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my metrical foot, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With disordered, puppy-like middle, Elixir watched me flame and rant and boil with wrath.

"You didn't take it seriously did you ?"There was no laughter in his deadly serious representative, and the sudden August 15 made me break, mid-seethe, standing right in battlefront of him.

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

"Why do I fall in love so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to sniff back binge, 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 probability to answer,
"No ! How could you use that expression so carelessly and not view how I felt ? !"

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

"Are you asking me out ? ”, Elixir chuckled. His frigidness digit crest and coarse baseball mitt clutched my cheeks, the svelte pressing he applied lifting my head, and with it my eyes. He made it unimaginable to forefend his captivating gaze, and my part caught in my throat. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eyes.

I suppose the circumstances of my first, passionate gay kiss could receive been salutary, 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 venous blood vessel in a myriad of pleasance and infliction. Pleasure as his clapper parted my athirst lips and endeavoured to search my mouth.

pleasance as his roaming work force landed on my thighs, and he pulled my eubstance onto his lap.

Pleasure as our bodies and breaths mingles, and his thigh pressure into my privates 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 turn around and prick me in the bunghole.

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

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

"Congratulations, Holmes. Your first successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a modest hex to his satire, I let his sleeve surround my trunk, and his lip close over mine again ...