RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I smile back at him. I was kind of hoping he'd say that. Or I was when I finally put the idea out there and thought about it for a moment. He really does like me.

"You just get better, don't you?" I lift my head off his shoulder and look at him properly, "Anyone else here and they'd have either fucked me already or have been out of the door in seconds."

I just keep looking at him for a long moment, taking in everything about him, everything that's confused me so much.

I want to kiss him. I really want to kiss him. I wish I'd told Zacky to fuck off yesterday, I wish I'd let Coby be my first guy kiss. I suppose I'll just have to make do with him being second and third and fourth and...

As I'm counting off the numbers in my head, I'm slowly moving towards him, my eyes fluttering closed.

This is it...

I smile as I see his eyes flutter down to my lips before they close all together. Oh man, I really wish that I was his first guy that he kissed. Just to feel him tense up under me, just so I can soothe him down again.

I move my hand to his face and cup his cheek gently as I draw closer to him, but he moves suddenly and we end up bumping noses.

"Ow," I say with a slight giggle as I draw back a little and run my nose.

Awww, this is so sweet. This never happens to me. Normally I'd be able to kiss him, not mash noses! But why does it feel a lot better than normal? We aren't even kissing yet?

I should feel really embarassed at my simple inability to do something as simple as kissing him. Instead I just feel all light and fluttery and giggly. I've even forgot about the pain in my own nose, which is making my eyes water, the way all good nose whacks do.

"Sorry about that." I say, smiling widely at him, "It didn't hurt too much right?"

I rub his thigh by way of physical apology, "We're getting off to a great start, aren't we?"

I peck the tip of his nose, "Want to try again?"

I grin, "I think that's a wise move." I say with a smile as I look into his slightly watering eyes.

"Come 'ere you." I mutter with a grin as I place my hand on his own on my thigh and lean forward, holding his face in place with my other hand, just so we don't have a repeat of bashing noses.

I lean forward and tilt my head to the side a little, pressing my lips softly to him as my eyes flutter closed gently. I don't progress the kiss anymore, wanting him to take control of this. Not that I'm worried if he doesn't want more than a peck, because this kiss with Brian feels a hell of a lot better than any other kiss I've had before.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. My whole body is tingling, there are butterflies in my stomach, my heart is racing and this is nothing more than a little peck on the lips. This feels more right than any kiss I've ever experienced before. More right than Scarlett, more right than anything ever.

I'm lightheaded, I'm shaky and sweating. I'm pretty sure I'm all sticky and gross now. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. All I know is I don't want to break away from him, I want to move the kiss forward a little but I'm afraid I'm going to screw up. Then again Coby would guide me if I was messing up.

I slowly move my mouth a little against his, trying to progress the kiss, deepen it a little. I want to know if the feelings rushing through me are just from shock or because this is Coby and this is the right person for me. Although I think I already know what the answer is.

I feel him start to mouth his lips against my own and I know then that he wants this as much as I do. I smile against his lips at the how cautious he is being.

I move closer to him, wanting to feel his warm body against my own. I move my hand from my thigh to his own gently, just to hold him to me, nothing sexual.

God, this feels so amazing. It's such a simple gesture but it feels so amazing. I don't even think I'm breathing anymore. I don't think I'm even in the same world anymore. All I can feel is Brian against my body, his slightly heavy breathing and he's shaky body. He's so nervous. This causes me to smile even more. But, why?

I slip a hand into his stiff hair, amazed at how soft it is despite all the product, to bring his mouth closer to mine. Or to hold him to me so he doesn't run away, coz that'd be fucking awful. Shit, why have I started thinking that? As I feel his warm hand burning through the denim of my jeans, I'm reassured that I really don't have anything to worry about there.

I never want this moment to end. I could get lost in this kiss forever, this sweet, almost innocent kiss. Unfortunately human beings have to breathe and I can only assume that part of the euphoric light headedness I feel is from having my oxygen supply cut off. Only part though, most of this is Coby.

I reluctantly pull back from the kiss and look at Coby, only just breathing.

"Wow." I whisper, resting my forehead to his, "Nothing has ever felt like that."

The hand which was buried in his hair moves to stroke the back of his neck, "I officially hate breathing though."

I could have happily spent the rest of my life in that kiss. I've never thought that about those I've shared with anyone else before. Not Scarlett, not any of the other girls. [All two of them.]

Does this mean I'm gay?

Coby smiles at me and the nervous butterflies come back again.

I never thought I'd say it but I kind of hope I am.

I smile and rest my forehead on his own, just looking into his eyes.

"That was pretty intense." I say to him in an almost breathy voice.

I can't seem to wipe this smile off my face, not that I'd really want to anyway. I love this feeling, this finally happy feeling. It's not just a front of happiness anymore, I am actually so full of joy right now it's unbelievable.

I always believed that kissing was special, I didn't realise it could be that special though.

Shit, I am seriously falling for him, aren't I?

I nod in agreement. That was mindblowing.

He looks even hotter when he smiles. Actually, no, not hot. That's one of those words you just throw around that doesn't really mean anything. No, Coby's so much more than that. He's... there aren't words to describe what his smile is doing to me.

"Wish I'd told Zacky to fuck off last night, I wish that had been my first kiss with another guy." I mumble, not sure if Coby can hear me or not.

I feel like I should say something but I don't want to ruin the moment ith my random thoughts right now. Even if they do consist of nothing but "Coby, Coby, Coby, Coby, Coby, I wonder if vampires ever get this feeling?, Coby, Coby, Coby..."

"I sort of wish you had too."

I smile as I lift my hand to his face and stroke the surprisingly soft skin there. This sort of reminds me how young he actually is, but it doesn't really bother me. It's just made me realise that I have never dated someone younger than me before. All the guys I have being with have always being older, or the same age as me. I really should tell him this, just in case I fuck up somehow.

"I'll tell you now, I've never dated anybody younger than me before. So, this is just as new to me too. Just so you don't feel completely inexperienced." I smile at him, still resting my forehead against his.

This seriously is the most perfect moment ever. I don't want anything to ever ruin it.

Dated? Wait, does this mean he's, like, my boyfriend or... I should be more freaked out my that thought but somehow it just feels right. My boyfriend, Coby. The smile on my face widens even more.

"So it'll be kind of a learning experience for both of us then." I say, softly, too afraid to speak any louder in case the delicate balance around us is somehow shattered.

Or something like that.

I lean into his hand on my face, loving how soft and tender he's being. I really like feeling like the protected one, like someone's looking out for me.

"Fuck I'm glad I got sent here."

I smile and move my arms to wrap them around him, cuddling him close to me.

"I'm so glad as well. I think I'd be going out of my mind from the prospects of knowing that someone as amazing as you was outside this school and I couldn't get them."

I'm being really mushy now, but I feel the need to be. I love being the protector in a relationship. It fills me with such pride and love at the idea of someone needing you to hold them and kiss them and tell them how much you really appreciate them. It's something I have always wanted from a relationship but never had the chance to do. So I am never, ever going to fuck this up.

"I know, what would you do without me, right?" I say, with a little laugh.

I cuddle into his arms, feeling safer than I've ever felt before. He's treating me so well already. He's being so gentle, so soft with me. I can see this being the beginning of something special. Something resembling the love I've been looking for since I was a kid, the kind I don't get from anyone.

"Anyway, you wouldn't have known about me. So you'd probably still be perfectly happy either way."

I can't help but laugh a little, "I however would probably still be living a closeted existence, convinced I was completely straight and being driven insane by a girlfriend who wouldn't put out."

I smile to myself, "I think I did best out of this."

"Fine," I let out a mock dramatic sigh, "You win." I roll my eyes so he can't see me before laughing.

I unwrap my arms from his body, braking the hug we were sharing. Brian looks at me a little confused as I scoot up the bed so my back's against the wall.

"Sorry, old man needs his comfort," I laugh before waving my arms to him to come back to me, a smile on my face all the while.

"Come 'ere then."

"Okay but I am so not emptying your colostomy bag." I cringe as the words leave my mouth, "Of all the old people things I could have joked about, it had to be that one, didn't I?"

I laugh at my own stupidity before crawling up the bed and cuddling back up to Coby, resting my head on his chest, an arm slung across his stomach, "I've got to warn you, my stupid comments don't get better. In fact they get worse. The more I like someone, the goofier I get."

I look up at him, as best I can, "So you're probably going to end up with me discussing the mating habits of the Muppets before long. I had a whole theory worked out and everything."

That was an interesting German lesson, sitting with the exchange student talking about how Kermit and Miss Piggy ended up with baby frogs and baby pigs but no hybrids. In German. [I get bored, I read dictionaries...]

I laugh at his comments whole-heartedly, "You are so unbelievable cute. I don't see how anyone could have resisted you."

I smile as I creep my arm around his back and let my hand rest of his hip, rubbing at the small patch of soft skin there that's showing from his shirt riding up.

"And I can't to hear these goofy comments. It just gives me a reason to grin like a fool whenever I hear you talk." I smile.

I continue gently rubbing his hip bone with my fingertips, loving the slender feel under my own skin.

"I think it's coz people in the city have no taste." I cuddle up closer to him, "I mean, if they did, you'd have been snapped up long ago as well."

I look up at him, "You are up for the snapping, right? I'm not going to be sharing you with some guy back home, am I?"

It's a pretty insensitive thing to say considering I've got someone waiting for me at home too. I'm not exactly a free agent. Then again, right now, I really wish I was.

"Coz I may look like I could kick someone's ass. But really, the muscles are for show. They make the tattoos look better." I say, smirking, "I'd try though if I had to."

I raise my eye brow to him as he looks up at me.

"No, I am a free agent," I smile, "But what about you then? Alex has told me you've got a girl back home. What are you going to do about her?"

Granted he's only really known me for about a day and he's probably known this girl for a hell of a lot longer, but I don't like to share, especially not with a girl.

"I don't know. I mean, I can't really dump her over the phone. That's not exactly fair." I say, musing over my options. I can't believe my first thought is how to get rid of her.

"She at least deserves it face to face. So I'll have to wait until vacation." I say, looking up at him, "Think you can handle being my mistress for that long?"

I can't believe what I'm doing here. I've known Scarlett since we were 9 years old. Then again, we were kind of forced into a relationship by my dad. I do care about her but it's nothing like this. Nothing has felt anything like this. She's always kept me at arms length.

I smile at him, "You're so sweet and sensitive."

I love how sweet he is. If it'd being anyone else, they would have dumped their past love over the phone just like that. Well, I would if I liked someone as much as I'm liking him right now, but granted he has only known me for a day.

"I'm sure as I can wait. Just as long as you don't call me the mistress. I can't stand that word." I smile.

[[When I get back from college, shall we do something else? Other characters, someone you can think of cos I'm fresh out of ideas.]]

"Well I don't really want to end my last relationship over the phone, what kind of message would that give you?" I ask, cuddling into his chest, "She deserves the kind of respect I'd give anyone. I may not want to be with her anymore but she still deserves a proper break-up. And the chance to hit me a bit too."

I laugh a little, before looking up at him and kissing the closest part of him to me, his barely exposed collarbone, "I will do it though. I'm not interested anymore. I know it's quick and I know it seems insane but I'm just not. I'm happy Coby, something she's never made me this past year."

Something no-one's made me sicne I was 9 years old. This guy really is something special.

[[Sounds like a plan. I was thinking either doing that Mick/Zacky or jumping forward a few weeks, so Brian's a little more settled in. Maybe doing some Zacky/Matt, some insane hairbrained scheme to get Alex to notice how good a catch Matt would be. Something that obviously backfires, haha.]]

"Well, I'm glad that I could make you so happy," I smile as I lean down to kiss his nose gently.

"And I hope to make you happier for as long as you'll have me." I sound like a cheesy romantic novel now, but I do mean every word of it. I want to make him so happy, because that'll make me happy.

[[Maybe the hairbrain scheme a few weeks in? Just to miz it up. Would you like to start with cute CUTE Mattieeeee?]]

THREE WEEKS LATER

I look over the latest text Alex has sent me. We're talking a lot more now, something which has just made my feelings for him grow and grow. The more I find out about him, the more I want to be with him. We've organized another meeting of the 'Gay Virgins' club. Which is basically just me and him hanging out in his dorm and goofing off.

I wish I could make it something more, I wish I could get the words out and tell him how I feel. Or just try to make a move on him at all. But I'm useless. I don't know how to make a guy like me. I try to be all cool and sexy and I just fail miserably. I end up becoming the friend, the one they turn to when they need a shoulder to cry on over someone else.

I prefer computers. At least with a computer, you'll always get what you want in the end. It's just a case of taking logical steps, cracking simple codes. It's not like that with people. They're more complicated, they have minds of their own, they don't always want to do what you want them to.

But I'm getting desperate now. Everyone's pairing off. Fuck, even the new kid's hooked up with someone. I'm getting sick of my friend status. So I figure it's about time I take some action, I make a move.

After consulting Zacky about every miniscule move I need to make...

"I really should be doing my coursework. But the punishment from Brody seems way too appealing to pass up. Especially since this week seems to be "shirts with missing buttons" week for her wardrobe. So I think I should hold off handing it in to her. ;]"

I click send to send the message to Mick, mainly to piss him off with the talk of girls. I laugh as I see the little sent icon come up on the screen, knowing that his answer is going to consist of nothing but sad faces and exclamation marks.

But a knock on the door snaps me from my laughing and I look to the door with my eye brow raised. It must be Matt, no one else is decent enough in this place to knock on people's dorm rooms, especially not me. But I thought he was supposed to be hanging with Alex today. Maybe straight boy turned him down. Oooh well.

"Come in Matt. It's open, obviously." I yell out as I close the message window on my computer and turn my chair to face the door.

"You know one day someone will knock and it won't be me." I say, as I push the door open and make my way in, "And then you'll be all embarrassed and awkward and I'll laugh. Coz then you'll remind me of this conversation and how awkward and embarassed me saying this made me. Or maybe you won't because maybe you'll get attacked by a polite ninja who was offended that you called him Matt."

I nod my head with a gangsta 'yeah' and drop down heavily on his bed. I peer over at the computer, "Didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

I make the universal jerk off motion, "I know how you like your alonetime."

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