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

"Oh, no-one in particular. Chris, obviously, keep trying it with Corey but he's not having any of it, I've offered Alex some comfort but again, nothing." I say, smirking as I list the names off, "No-one's ready for this jelly."

I shake my ass a little at him, "No-one else can handle it."

I turn round to look at him, eyes taking in his perfect, pale form, "Mm, I'd rather it be skin on skin when it came to your hands. But if you've still got those leather gloves, I'd love to feel that against me."

"Sorry Hun," I roll my eyes and I get down onto my knees behind him and line myself up with his entrance.

"But this isn't a 'kinky sex with all the trimmings' call. This is a 'Zacky's gonna get off and then leave you to handle yourself' call. Sounds much better, no?" I ask him before slamming hard into him.

I groan as I feel his tight heat trying to push me back out again from shock but I just push myself deeper. My eyes rolling back into my head in pleasure as this intense heat takes over my angry feelings and the screams I hear from Mick are just like music to my ears.

"Fuck yes..."

Fuck, the blissful, burning pain is driving me crazy already and he's barely touched me. In fact he hasn't touched my arousal at all and if his threats are anything to go by, he's not going to either. He's never one for idle threats. Fine by me. At least I'll have the pain to jerk off over.

"I knew you couldn't resist me, Zacky." I mutter, "Even if I am just a hole to you, it's still something."

I continue my loud, over the top, whoreish moans, not always meaning them, mainly because I don't want my partners to be able to imagine I'm anyone else. And if they can consistently hear my voice, they can't pretend I'm anyone else.

"And I'm the best piece of ass you're ever going to get while you're in here." I continue, "The only piece of ass you'll miss when you get out. You think anyone else will put up with the bullshit I've put up with from you?"

"Well, that's then," I grunt as I angle my thrusts more painfully deep into him, not aiming for his spot at all.

"I can worry about that when the time comes. Besides, that's what whores are for Mick." I laugh as I take another angled thrust into him.

He moans again, one of his over the top moans as his back arches as if he's in a porn video. I roll my eyes as I lean over his body, pushing him into a painful position as I clamp my hand over his hot mouth.

"Shut up, yeah? So you can hear what I have to say, yeah?" I smirk as I press my chest hard to his back and continue my deeper thrusts into him.

I don't bother making any kind of response, just content myself with pressing open mouthed kisses to the palm of his hand, knowing how much it'll piss him off. I love getting to him like this, it just shows that there's more feeling there for me than he'll ever admit. If I can piss him off, then he at least cares about me in some way.

He continues moving into me, affording me no pleasure whatsoever. I try to move so that he'll at least brush my spot once but to no avail. Instead I just make do with tightening myself around him, figuring if I can give him enough pleasure he may let me have some too.

Or not, whatever.

I grin like a Cheshire cat as I feel him tightening around me.

"Mmm, good boy Mick. You're learning this kind of sex pretty fast." I laugh harshly before pushing into him a little deeper, knowing I am not going to last long at all. Which means I'm going to have to think of someone else's name to call out that will really effect him.

Who was it that Coby said was someone that Mick liked to bitch about a lot? Someone who he was really jealous of? Oooooh yeah, that's right.

I laugh again.

I can't help but wonder what's so amusing. Do I have a spot? Or am I getting fat? He's never laughed this much during sex. Well, when we've not been stoned or drunk anyway.

"Am I..." I start before remembering I shouldn't be talking, that and his hand is covering my mouth.

I continue contracting my muscles around him, as much as it's hurting me, I'm not going to be walking straight for a good long while. Even if I don't get off, at least I'll still be able to feel the way I do when I'm being fucked by Zacky.

A tiny part of me, part that still has some kind of self-respect, [I call him Frederick, he sits there in a suit and looks ~~hot~~ nervous whenever I'm in this position.] is screaming at me to stop. To stop letting him treat me like his bitch. It'll never happen though, I need this too much. I need to feel loved by someone. ~~You tend to get the wrong kind of love shown to you in a childrens home.~~

I get close to the end and I become a little more vocal towards the end.

"Oooooh yeah, you're fuckin' dirty aren't you." I groan as I feel my orgasm engulf me.

I throw my head back and clasp my hand more firmly around Mick's mouth.

"Ooooh yes, yes, YES!" I scream out as I fall off the edge. My orgasm comes over me and all my muscles release nothing but pleasure. Time for the grand finale.

"Oooooh, BRIAN!"

NO!

I tense up completely, as my head is flooded with the memories of Zacky and Brian kissing - almost tenderly. I try to get away from him, not wanting to be anywhere near him. I could have handled anyone else - fuck I'm used to it now. It could have been anyone, anyone but that... that fucking trendy faggot.

I pull myself away from Zacky, using the strength I very rarely display. I get to my feet and glare at him.

"You fucking cunt, Zacky!" I hiss.

Of course as soon as I've started I realize I've just played right into his hands.

Shit.

"You know he's not even gay, right? He just wants to be so he fits in." I snap, "I can spot them a mile off."

I smirk at Mick as I get my breath back from that insanely intense orgasm.

"Jealous much?" I question before getting to my feet and making my way over to my drawer for a clean pair of boxers.

"Besides, who says they need to be gay for me to fuck 'em?" I question before looking down at my limping dick. I smirk to myself and pull the blood-stained condom from my dick. I look at Mick whose sat on the floor looking rather pathetic.

"There." I say as I throw the condom, aiming it at Mick's face, "A parting gift." I grin as I turn to my drawers, pull a pair of boxers from them and pull them on.

I peel the condom from my face and fling it into the waste paper basket. I stare up at Zacky, wishing I had the power to lay him out right now. But that's just not ladylike.

"You could never get him anyway." I hiss at him, "Jacoby would have you killed."

I push myself up from the floor, grabbing my clothes and limping towards the door.

"Have fun with the crying man mountain."

I don't care that I'm naked, these people have seen it all before. I just want to get away from that cheating, messed up bastard. I'm never normally this shaken up when he calls someone elses name. In fact, I'm normally thinking of someone else too so we're even. But the fact he's already gone further with Brian willingly than he would with me has really fucked me off. I think I'm going to have to execute a little payback...

"Bye Bye Micky." i say, matching his overly camp voice with my hip cocked out as i wave.

He slams the door behind him and I can't help but laugh out loud. Me. With Brian Haner? He has got to be kidding me. That kid is so messed up it's not even logical. I have heard him crying to himself in the night, calling out for his Dad or something. I couldn't date a Daddy's boy. That's just weird.

Well, I wonder where Matt has got to?

[[I think Matt needs some closure with Alex? Or something. I dunno what else we can do now, heh.]]

[[I think that would woooooork. I shall have Alex go down to the pool now. Yay!

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[[Cool, I shall be all emo and sad, haha.]]

[[I'll try to be guilty then. wink

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I sigh as I look around the hallways just to make sure that no one can see me and that no one is around.

I suddenly see Mick scamping from Matt's room, not wearing any clothes but only holding them to his chest. I can only assume what has just happened in there and I can feel really sorry for Matt right now. Even though I feel sorry for him constantly at the moment. My brain is set to guilt at the moment and it's really starting to get me down. So much, that I'm pretty much thinking of just going to the Catholic School in New Jersey my parents suggested just to get away from all this.

I make my way down to the pool now that I'm satisfied that no one is about. I walk down the set of stairs to see that the pool is lit up. I furrow my brow and make my way down the stairs slowly.

"Hello?"

I don't know why I keep coming back here. The say criminals always return to the scene of the crime, I guess the same's true for broken hearted idiots too. I sit at the side of the pool, staring into the water, remembering the pain I felt here last time. How Alex just disappeared under the water, taking my happiness with him. I'm pretty certain it drowned under there.

I couldn't give a fuck how many people tell me there's always going to be someone else, there's no-one else for me. Alex was the first person I'd ever fallen in love with . There's no-one else out there like him. Sure there are plenty of nice guys, but there's only one Alex. Only one person who still has my heart, despite the way he's treated it.

I can hear a voice behind me, his voice. I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating again. Or I've fallen asleep here again. The dreams are always the same down here. He comes to find me and starts treating me so well, then suddenly he changes to this sickened angry bastard. I can't deal with that now.

I hold my head between my hands, covering my ears.

"Just go away, I don't need to see it all again..."

I furrow my brow even more in confusion as I walk onto the glowing blue tiled floor and turn my head to the right. I look down the length of the pool to see Matt sitting in all black, hunched over the water with his head buried in his hands.

"Matt?" I ask him, I wonder what he's doing down here even though I already probably know.

"Wha-what are you doing down here?" I ask him as I advance towards him.

This definitely isn't a dream or a hallucination. I lift my head up and look behind me to see the Alex stood in his full glory behind me. I hate myself for the way this is affecting me, for the butterflies still being there, the nervous shaking, my heart pounding.

"I'm just reliving the worst moments of my life." I explain, really wanting to yell and scream at him but not having the heart to do so.

"Can you believe this hurt me more than my mom disowning me?"

His words feel like a stab in the gut to me. I don't think I have ever being so upset and felt so guilty. I don't normally do things like this, I don't normally break the people's hearts, I just wait for them to dump me when I don't want them anymore.

"I-I'm so sorry Matt. I-I wish I could make it better- I really do. I..." I walk over to him but don't sit down next to him.

I just stand behind him, biting my lip as I do so.

I didn't even think that I had it in me to hurt someone so much. I'm not that sort of person. Why is he so different?

I think I just answered my own question there. HE is so different.

I wave him off, still staring down into the water, "It's not your fault. If I was more interesting or better looking or more... something, maybe this wouldn't have happened."

I rub at my knees before making a move to get up, "I'm sorry by the way. I know things probably haven't been easy for you these past few weeks. I didn't mean to turn you into some kind of figure of hate. I didn't mean for everyone to find out what happened either. But you know Zacky, he finds out, he gets pissed off, Mick finds out from him then the entire world finds out."

I can't help but smirk a little, "You've got hate groups on MySpace, y'know?"

I push myself to my feet, slipping a little on the water. I've got to be careful around here, the tiles around the pool are slippy as hell.

"Seriously, it wasn't you. It was me. I know- it sounds cliché but that's the case. I mean-you're awesome really. I mean, anyone else would have crucified me by now." I laugh, slipping my hand behind my head and scratching my head.

"Yeah, erm, damn those MySpace groups...heh..." I say, but I cut myself short as I see him slip on the tiles.

I look to the end of the pool and notice that he's right up at the deep end. Probably so he can be alone and no one would find him. But this end is really fucking deep, not even I'd swim out this far, it's a good 7 feet. So, our of instinct, I reach out to grab his arm so he doesn't fall.

I'm sick of hearing that bullshit. It's not you, it's me. He's right, it is cliché, it's never true. Everyone knows it's just a cheap excuse to get away from someone that disgusts you.

I'm about to open my mouth to snap at him, when I feel his hand on my arm. It's almost painful to see it down there, to feel his touch on me, burning through my light sweater.

"I can handle myself, Alex!" I pull my arm away roughly.

As I fall backwards, hitting the icy cold water, I realize it was a little too roughly...

My eyes widen as I watch him fall into the water violently. I feel so helpless as I just watch him fall. I should have pull him back more. Not let him break my grip but he is a lot stronger than I.

"Shit," I whisper to myself as I start to quickly pull off my hoodie and my jeans. Knowing that they'll just slow me down about getting him out of the water. It looks freezing in there, like the janitor forgot tot turn on the heated water. Granted, I hadn't asked him too. But oh well, I came down here for a swim, didn't I?

"Matt. Keep your head above the water."

That is much easier said than done in the deep end.

Shit.

I thrash about violently in the water as the rancid liquid starts to fill my lungs. I continuously forget that I can't breathe underwater, so I'm gulping down water, rather than the life giving air I could do with.

I never really expected my death to happen this way. Dying in a school swimming pool because I was too proud to let a boy who rejected me touch me. I'm vaguely aware of him yelling at me to keep my head up, but I'm not sure I can do that.

I think I'm going to lose consciousness soon, I'm seeing stars whenever my eyes are open, which is becoming less and less. They say drowning's one of the worst ways to go.

It's not that bad really...

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