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

"Matt, you are such a nerd sometimes," I say as I shake my head and swirl around in my chair.

I hop of the chair and make my way over to Matt and stand in front of him.

"And no, I wasn't," I insert the crude hand gesture with my tongue hanging out, "I was actually annoying Mick talking about Brody's tits." I say with smug smirk thinking back to my last lesson.

"So, what bring you here? I thought you were busy today. That was the reason why I'm not putting cleaning fluids in the Math teachers coffee and I'm up here sitting on my ass talking to Queen Bitch via email."

"Do you enjoy giving him nightmares? He woke me up at 3AM last time, demanding I go to his dorm and check there were no breasts hiding under his bed or in his wardrobe." I shudder a little as I remember the night. That's the last time I ever go along with Zacky's idea to drug him.

"Anyway, that's not what I'm here about." I say, smiling nervously, "Don't you dare give me that whole 'I told you so' bullshit or I'll do something I haven't thought of yet."

I adjust my position on the bed, "I need your help with Alex."

I point my finger up at him to make sure he doesn't give me any kind of smug comeback, "Seriously, you'll be in a whole world of pain."

I smile smugly at him, I so fucking knew it, didn't I? I knew that he liked Alex. It has always being so obvious to everyone, well, everyone apart from Alex.

"What makes you think I'd make any comments Mattie?" I smile.

I cross my arms and smile down on him, "So, what do you need my help on?"

"Is he having problems in the bedroom department? Can't he get it up Mattie?" I smirk.

I let out a short bark of a laugh, "I wish! At least then I'd have had the chance to experience him in the bedroom department."

I shake my head before I go off on an unwanted tangent, "No, I... I really like him, Zacky. Like a lot."

I lay back on his bed, avoiding his smug smile. He was definitely the wrong person to come to about this. Anyone would have been better than Zacky. But he gets results and that's what I need.

"But I can't actually tell him. I've tried, believe me, I've tried. I just freeze up and say something stupid. I try dropping hints but he just doesn't get them." I say, sitting back up again, "How would you do it, Zacky?"

I hold a hand up, "Without being sneaky or underhanded or using rohypnol."

"Damn, out of ideas then." I say to him as I roll my eyes.

I smirk and plop myself down on the bed next to Matt and look him over.

"Well, I don't really do anything. I just seem to be and they come to me," I say with a shrug, but Matt glaring at me shows I'd need to explain a little bit more.

"OK OK. I know you're not me. But, y'know what you're problem is Matt? You are too nice. Well, not to me but to everyone else. That's why you're the friend. You've got to be a little bit more forceful."

I nod before looking over his clothes and pulling a face, "And maybe change your style as well."

"I'm too nice?" I ask, "So if I'm an asshole to Alex then he'd want to be with me?"

This logic has never made any sense to me. Why the hell do we spend all our time being nice if being cruel has such good consequences? I can't imagine being attracted to someone who treats me like shit. I like it when a guy treats me like I'm worth something, when he's nice to me, when he makes me feel special. Being an asshole would turn me off. Then again, maybe it'd work for Alex? I've tried everything else.

"And what the hell is wrong with my clothes?" I ask.

I thought the jumper and shirt looked pretty good. I've not had any complaints so far and it's warm as well. Something we need right now.

"Do clothes really matter that much?"

I blink a few times as if I didn't hear him, "Do clothes really matter?" I mimic his question.

I shake my head, "I've got a lot of work to do here," I mutter to myself as I stand up from the bed and make my way towards my closet.

"Right, I am going to show you know much clothes matter when it comes to getting a guy." I say before pulling open my closet and pulling out a really tight faded black tshirt of my own, with some holes in it.

I pull off my own shirt I was wearing earlier and throw on the new shirt, the top of my hips showing a little above my jeans.

"Now, observe." I say to him.

I pick up my phone and take a picture of me in a rather emo pose, the little bit of skin still visible. I smile at the picture before I send the picture to Mick. No messages, just the picture.

"Now, we wait."

Zacky's got a fair point. He does look pretty hot like that. I half-expect Mick to come in here head over dick and end up taking him straight over his desk without so much as a 'hi Matt'.

"Yeah but Zacky, Alex isn't the same as Mick. He's possibly straight for a start."

I nearly cried when I found out his whole Gay Virgins comment was a misunderstanding. [Only nearly. I don't do crying, no-one in this place does.] He still maintained that everything else he'd said was true. He just wasn't gay.

"And I don't have anything that looks like that. You've seen my wardrobe. It's all geek chic. And the shit I work out in but that's all sweaty and gross." I say, "I'd never feel sexy in that."

"True. But... there's nothing a good customisation won't fix. Like, you don't have to wear your jeans so high up for Christ Sake." I say before grabbing Matt by the arms and pulling him up.

I pull off the jumper he's wearing and throw it to the side. I untuck his polo shirt thing he's wearing and pull his jeans down a little to reveal some boxers... well, underwear.

"Dude, you wear briefs?" I ask him with a smug look.

"They're comfortable." I mumble as Zacky begins messing around with my outfit, "Besides you've been in the showers with me, you've seen what lurks below, I was hoping that'd draw attention away from what's covering it."

I'm feeling even more uncomfortable than I did when I started out tonight. There's no way this is going to do anything for Alex. I look like a freak. But Zacky knows best, right? He's been with more guys than I can count.

"Zacky, I look like a dick. Is this really what guys want?"

"Not with hair like that, no." I say as I stretch up and thread my hands into Matt's hair.

"Do you actually use ANY products?! You cut it into a 'hawk for a reason Matt!" I say in a surprised yet horrified tone as I continue to mess with his hair.

"And you don't look like a dick," Lies, "You look good," More lies, "You've just gotta make your hair not so... flat and you'll be so hot even I won't be able to resist you." MORE FUCKING LIES!!

"Trust me."

"Yes, because I was high as a fucking kite and you thought it'd be funny!" I snap, "And then you hid the clippers so I couldn't cut the rest of it off. I don't have any products. It's shampoo and that's it."

I fiddle with my own hair, "I could cover it with a hat."

Thereby making myself look like even more of a retard. I push past Zacky into the small bathroom, finally seeing myself in a mirror, "This is so not sexy."

I look down at the pot of wax by the mirror. Well, it's always worth a try. I grab up some of the stiff, sticky substance and start messing around with my hair.

"Christ, I look like fucking Cameron Diaz..."

I roll my eyes when I hear him whining. I sigh and make my way towards the bathroom.

"It can't be that bad..." I say as I walk to the bathroom. My eyes widen as soon as I see Matt's reflection in the mirror. I grab the door frame as I burst into hysterical laughter. I can't look at him, he looks so stupid, bless him. He really does need my help.

"Ooooh oohhh..." I try to calm myself down as Matt glares at me but I just can't take him seriously and I end up in a hysterical mess again.

"I think...I think I should deal with the wax. OK?" My speech punctuated with little giggles as I look at him.

"YOU THINK?" I ask, in an OTT loud voice.

I'm getting really exasperated now. How is it possible to screw up with hair wax? I am never going to get Alex to like me with the way I'm going. He'll just see me as the freaky nerd, the friend. Maybe I should just rape him? Do a Zacky and fuck the shit out of him regardless of the consequences. But then I'd hurt him and that's the last thing I want to do.

"God, Zacky, why can't I just tell him? How hard is it to say 'Look Alex, you're hot, you're amazing, you're everything I've ever wanted in a man and I love you.' Why is rejection so tough?"

I should be used to getting rejected by now. Everyone I've ever been with has done it to me. I'm too soft, I'm too gentle, I'm too romantic.

Shit maybe Zacky's right?

"You are right, it's a lot harder to tell someone you love them rather than tell them you want to fuck them." I say and then a little light bulb goes off in my head.

"Hang on, what if you tell him that you want to fuck him instead?" I ask Matt and he just gives me a slightly disgusted look.

"Noo no no. Just here me out. You could... glorify it a little like, I want to feel you inside me, stretching me out, touching my hot body, reaching pressure points that made me scream to be touched... and so on, so on..." I suggest.

"What do you think?"

"I... could I suppose. But I'm not really great at the whole fucking thing." I say, half-smiling, "For starters, I've never actually slept with anyone. So I'd probably say something which doesn't make any sense."

It's easier to admit this to Zacky. He may be an asshole but I know he won't take the piss out of me for being a virgin still. And if he does, I'll kill him.

"Then again, he's never been with a guy either." I say, "So he can't exactly comment..."

The smile on my face grows to a huge grin, "That could work. And... and if he says he's not interested then I could play it off as a joke, right?"

But there's one huge problem here. I don't want to just be a fuckbuddy to Alex. I'm completely, hopelessly, chick-like in love with him. I want to be so much more than a fuck. I want him to feel the way I do about him about me.

"I suppose I should go to Coby about getting him to fall in love with me, right?" I say, laughing a little, "Lets face it, you're good with the sex but when it comes to romance, you're about as adept as I am with anything pre-ME."

"All I'm saying is that sex is pretty meaningless. You don't want to get your heartbroken so you don't want to just go and admit your love to him. Just fuck him a few times and he'll think a little more about the love side of thing. I mean, look at Mick. I fuck him and he's completely in love with me, it's actually a little sad at times. But it works." I say.

"But before you even think about going to test this 'method' on him, I need to sort out that hair." I say as I run my hands through the wax ridden 'half 'hawk.'

"Yuck." I exclaim as I rub my hands together and get to work in spiking up his 'hawk to at least make it expectable.

"Jesus, this is longer than I thought. We're gonna need some more grease."

He's right. I'm not going to vocalise that because he'll probably end up doing some kind of victory dance. And time is of the essence here.

"I suppose. Anyway, sex with him would be better than nothing right?" I squirm a little as he starts covering my hair in the disgusting feeling wax, "What about you and Mick? You ever thought of maybe sticking with him? Like relationship wise?"

He pulls my hair harshly, getting the wax through.

"You'd make a cute couple. And he'd do anything for you, y'know?"

"Me? A relationship? Ooooh come off it Matt. Since when I have worked in a relationship?" I say as I back comb the ends of his hair with my fingers just to make the mohawk stand up better.

"It's starting to look good here Mattie. Really good, hell I'd fuck you now." I say with a slight smirk as I finish up his hair.

"But I shall resist. I mean, I wouldn't want Alex to be scared off by your experience." I grin as I pat the sides of Matt's head and make my way in front of him.

"Now. Fuck off and fuck that sweet ass before I do it."

"You can't just screw around forever, Zee. One day you'll want a relationship, someone to hold, someone to kiss, to spend your life with." I say, my voice dreamy, "Don't shut anyone out just coz they're complete headcases."

I take a deep breath before heading to the door, pausing at the doorframe. I turn around to look at Zacky, "You really sure this is going to work? I mean, I still feel kind of awkward and..."

A simple stern look shuts me up.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. I'm not thanking you until I can't walk though."

"Matt, love is so not me," I say, "You know this already so don't bother with the whole lovey-dovey shit please." I say to him just so he'll shut up on the subject. He knows I hate to talk about myself and what relationships I should be having, yet he still does it. But I choose to ignore it and just concentrate on getting him out of my room and down to Alex's now.

"That's my boy." I say as I throw a condom to him.

I laugh as he catches it with shock.

"Now GO!" I yell as I point down the hall and do to push him out of my room.

A condom? Christ, I didn't even think about that. Sometimes I'm glad I have a sex-crazed best friend. I look back to his dorm room to find the door's already closed.

Great, this is it, this is it.

I walk down the hall towards Alex and Chris's room. Chris is out tonight, no doubt being violated by one of the other horny punks. I'm glad to be honest, I don't think I could deal with anyone else seeing me like this. I still feel like a fucking idiot. But if Zacky thinks it's going to work then I guess I should have faith.

I knock on Alex's door and then stand waiting, trying to decide if I should be propping myself against the doorframe or just trying to stand in a slightly cooler way or what.

I make do with putting on a huge grin and leaning against the doorframe on my elbow.

Oh yeah, this is definitely going to get me laid, Zack.

"And... save." I say as I save the document on the screen with a satisfied look on my face. My next prank. I can't fucking wait to get his poster out.

I suddenly hear the sounds of my door knocking, I furrow my brow when I think whole it could be. How knocks around here?

"It's open!" I yell out as I play my laptop on my bed and make my way to door and pull it open.

"Sup...Ma...Matt?"

He looks stunned. Is that a good thing? Or does he think I look as ridiculous as I feel?

Okay, act cool, act confident. You don't want to freak out on him and end up making this even more awkward.

"Hey Alexxxx." I say, drawing his name out, "I'm not interrupting, am I? Coz I thought maybe we could spend some time together."

Which we'd already established earlier in the day. I'm really not doing too brilliantly at this. What would Zacky do at this point? I try to think back on the thousands of times I've seen Zacky doing his magic.

Oh check him out, let him know what I'm here for in a subtle fashion.

I let my eyes drift over his body, admiring the form under the snugly fitting outfit he has on. It's not obscenely tight like some of the guys here, it's just, comfortable.

"Looking hot."

"Ermm... thanks?" I question him.

He looks different. For one he's not wearing his usual sweater vests and I think I spot a little bit of underwear band underneath his shirt. And his hair, he's got a mohawk. He's looking pretty good actually.

"You wanna come in?" I ask as I pull the door open a little bit more and move to the side to let him in.

He sounds different too. Like, his speech sounds less rushed than usual and it sounds a lot more... sexual, I guess.

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