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

"I'm only strong coz you're here with me, Cobes." I smile saldy at him, "I'd be a wreck telling this to anyone else, believe me."

I look down at our joined hands, smiling to myself. I want to stay here more than anything, I want to stay with this amazing, sweet, loving person. I don't want to go back to that horrible place where I'm nothing but a failure.

"I did ask him if I could stay here, he kinda figured out the reason why. He threatened to tear me away from here and kill the sick fuck who'd corrupted me. So I kinda lied and told him I'd come home." I explain, "I didn't want to deny you but I didn't really have a choice. I didn't want him to hurt you."

I wish there was some other way, some other reason I had to stay here. Christmas at my house is never any fun as it is. It's basically my step-mom being pregnant again, not letting us have the turkey because it makes her ill. Then my dad and siblings all get amazing gifts and I'm stuck with another set of strings. Then everyone gets drunk and it's let's make Brian the holiday pinata time.

"Ooooh..." I say, still disappointed that he isn't going to spending Christmas with me now. But at least I know the reason, it's because he has no choice, not because he doesn't want to.

"Well, I guess we can spend our own little Christmas after you get back or something?" I suggest, not quite sure why I am so hung up about this really.

It's only Christmas, it's not like I enjoy it anyway. Well, only when everyone gets really drunk in one of the other guys dorms and we all end up playing spin the turkey leg. That was an interesting Christmas.

"I'll stop going on about it, yeah? I'm don't think I'm helping the matter with my whining. Erm... yeah-so... how long do you think you'll be gone for?"

You just don't know when to quit, fo you Coby?

It's not my fault though, I was really not expecting this to be his "story." It's really shaken me. Yeah, I'm such a good boyfriend, aren't I?

"Well, the holiday is two weeks but I might be able to get back early." I say, smiling, "Then we could at least spend New Years together?"

I hate New Years even more. My dad decides he's going to be my best friend for the night, gives me a shit-ton of booze. Then there's a long, disappointed rant at me about how I'm just going to fail everyone again throughout the year. Also known as not so subtle hints about killing myself. It's a sin in the eyes of God but I'm already screwed up enough so that I'll be forgiven for it.

"I mean, I'm sure we could find some way of pulling that off. Pretending that the school wants us back here so there's no fucking around over New Years? It being a time when debauchery's rife or whatever? I reckon we could get Corey or Brody to back up the story for us."

I squeeze his hands, "Then I get the perfect New Years kiss at midnight."

"I'm sure Brody wouldn't mind lying for you anyway. She doesn't like parents. She personally asks every student that wants to go home for the holidays if they are 100% and if not she'll make up a lie for them. Hell, if you're Dad's so worried about you being gay I'm sure she'll lie to him telling him you two are dating and she doesn't want you to go." I laugh.

I'm not sure whether that was in bad taste or not. But all I know is that while Brian's away from me, in the house of that man, I won't be able to think straight at all. But I can't tell anyone my worries.

This is going to be the best Christmas ever.

"Really?" I ask, grinning despite the heavy situation, "My dad can't dispute a teacher, right?"

Maybe this could work out well after all. I could spend the holidays here with the only person who really matters to me anymore. I wouldn't have to be stuck with heartless assholes who don't give a fuck about my welfare.

"You think we could maybe find some way I could stay here for the whole holiday?" I ask, my voice bordering on psychotic childlike excitement, "Coz I really, really don't wanna go home. I just want to stay here with you and celebrate our own little Christmas."

"Well. I can always ask Brody for you. I might have to do something in return though," I say, nudging him a little, hoping that he catches my drift.

I remember the last time one of us had to do a favour for Brody. It was Zacky if I remember rightly. His mother wanted him to come home for a wedding of some kind but Zacky was dead set against going, so me and some of the other guys were stuck doing some really kinky S&M shit for her to watch just so she'd call his mother and tell her Zacky had being really ill recently and wasn't well enough to travel all the way to Chicago for the wedding.

"If you get what I'm saying and me thinks, you do?"

I widen my eyes a little, I get where he's coming from. I smile nervously at him.

"Yeah, I kinda get your drift." I say, "As long as it means staying here, I think I can deal with it."

As long as they don't expect me to be involed in this in any way, shape or form. I want to stay here, I want to stay with Coby but I don't really want to be used as a human cumsponge again.

"Thank you for not freaking out over all this, Coby." I smile at him, "You're the only person I've ever told. I don't think I could handle you being all weird on me..."

"Hey. It's not your fault that you've had a bad childhood. It doesn't change who you are now, does it? Well, maybe it does because who knows what you could have being without it and I'm now just rambling so I think it's best if I shut up," I finish up before smiling at him.

"And I think that Brody will be happy to cover for you. If not, we can always ask Corey," I smile as I wrap my arms around him again.

I snuggle into his hair and kiss the soft strands. I don't know how he gets his hair so soft but it's always so good to smell and touch. I love it.

[[Would you like to be Corey? We could have some sort of Corey/Brody getting a phone call from Brian's Dad saying he HAS to come home for Christmas or something?]]

I can't help the goofy smile that crosses my face as he nuzzles my hair. He always does this to make me feel better. It always works as well. It kind of reminds me of the way my mom used to comfort me after a bad dream, she'd always stroke and play with my hair. It's one of the reasons I always keep it long despite constant demands to the contrary.

"And if he doesn't do it, I'm sure we could kick his ass." I say, laughing, "I'm determined to stay here, no matter what."

[[Sounds like a plan to me, he needs more lovin'.]]

"OK. OK! Jesus, calm down. He will be coming home to you, I've had no reason why he'd want to stay anyway. Next time you want to call the school, don't be so fuckin' abusive," I yell as I slam the phone down on the receiver.

I sigh angrily and rest back in my chair in the faculty lounge, rubbing my hands over my face as I do so.

"What the fuck is up with that Haner bastard? Yelling at me making sure his son comes home for Christmas," I scoff as I look up at Corey, "I have the mind to just make him stay here just to piss his Dad off, y'know?" I laugh.

I look over at Corey's who is amazingly doing some work and by the looks of it, ignoring me.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?"

I look up from the very interesting amateur porn that I had to confiscate off one of my students and turn my attentions to the screaming harpy in the corner, "I don't know, something about Haner, bastards... if he's not interested, there's not much you can do."

I look back down to the paper. When did these boys get more clued up on sex that I was? I had no idea some of these things were physically possible. I wish they hadn't used their fellow students as models for this though. I'll be getting hard everytime I'm trying to teach.

"NO! You are not listening to me," I say angrily as I stand up from my desk.

I walk over to Corey's desk and sit on top of the papers he's looking down at and taking the homemade porn magazine from his hands and glaring at him.

"I was telling you how rude Brian Haner, the new kid's, father is. He just starting yelling at me, telling me, not asking me, but telling me that Brian was going to be coming home for Christmas. Which makes me think, why wouldn't he want to go home anyway?" I ask Corey.

It's my job as a teacher to look after all my students welfare. Even if it is protecting them against their own parents, as most of the students come here to run away from bad families. So, over the past few years I have become really weary of parents, and if they call me yelling at me about their kids, I know that something is not right.

I whimper at the loss of my porn but turn on my big, serious teacher head when I hear what Brody's actually saying to me. It's not my fault I tuned out, most of our conversations tend to involve students she's fucked.

"Isn't Brian the 'straight' kid? Religious family, religious father? It's probably something as simple as that. The guy wants Brian home so he can celebrate the birth of our LORD AND SAVIOUR!!!" I find myself drifting into a wild, black preacher voice, "Hallelujah, Brody!!!"

I'd rather not think the worst about these things. For starters, thinking gives me wrinkles. Besides, there have got to be some decent parents in this world. I was raised well, I don't have any huge skeletons in my closet. I choose to give people the benefit of the doubt. Brody however...

"You think there's something darker going on?"

I look down from the ceiling and look back at Corey again.

"I have heard that sort of yelling from a parent before. There is something going on." I nod out of certainty.

I remember all too clearly the last time that something like this happened. It was a couple of years ago. A father screaming at me down the phone to send his son home from the holidays because he didn't want to go. So, I did what the father said, sending his son home on the next plane home despite his crying and screaming at me to let him stay. And after he got on that plane, we never saw him again. I have never trusted parents ever since.

"It's not happening again Corey, you hear me?"

"So what do you suggest we do? Keep him here?" I offer, "Ask Brian what the deal is?"

I don't really know how to deal with these situations, as I said before I tend to prefer looking on the bright side of things. I'm with Brody though, I don't want to lose another kid. It's too much to handle.

"Coz I don't think he's going to tell anyone what's going on." I say, smiling sadly, "He seems pretty... withdrawn around most of these kids."

"Well, I don't actually have him for any of my lessons, just in my tutor. So, I don't know if he's close with anyone or not. All I know is that Zacky's his room mate." I shrug.

There are too many kids for me to keep track of it as it is. I have too many tutors to cover for with so many teachers wanting to leave all the freakin' time so then I have even more kids to worry about.

"So, what about you? Do you know anything about him? Heard anything in the shower rooms when you've being guarding?"

I smirk to myself, "Well I've heard he's apparently hung like a motherfuckin' horse. But I'm assuming you're not talking about that."

I need to learn when sexual comments are appropriate and when they're not. Hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys for too long really causes you to revert back to adolescence.

"I just know that he's been staying with Shaddix recently, they've apparently had something going on." I say, making a crude sexual gesture, "That and he's a musical genius."

He's one of the best students in my music class. One of the only ones who takes it seriously. He's pretty quiet and reserved but get him within five feet of a guitar and it's a whole other story. He gives me a run for my money.

"That's pretty much all I know. Care to try psychoanalysing that?"

"Well, I have heard that there is some sort of room changing situation between Matt and Zacky due to some heart breaking or something. But I think that's changed now, so I shouldn't see any reason to why Brian is still staying at Shaddix's," I say.

That sly bastard. I knew that he'd get the new boy. He's got a thing about the younger ones. Something about taking their virginity and teaching them some of the tricks obviously gets him hard as a rock.

"So, maybe we should pay a visit to Mr. Shaddix. Maybe he can tell us something of use to us," I smirk as I jump from Corey's desk and make my way to my own.

"And, by the way Corey, when I mean 'we' I mean you, so aba-bye,"

I glare across at Brody. Lazy bitch, can't do her own dirty work. She'll probably just sit and read my porn.

"Yes, sir." I say, getting up against my will from my desk and heading to the door, only pausing to bend down and comment in her ear, "If you're going to jerk off that invisible cock of yours, try not to get my porn sticky."

I clap her on the shoulder and head out the door, "Great, I love getting into situations I'm fucking clueless about."

I start heading up towards Shaddix's room, hoping I can bluff my way through the interrogation process.

I roll my eyes as he leaves the room, remembering to shut the door behind him as he leaves. I look around the room, furrowing my brow, making sure that no one's in the room that could watch me or spy on me. Once I am satisfied that I'm pretty much alone, I smirk and open the drawer next to me. I grin widely as a porno magazine with a half naked soldier looking very hot, and very muddy stares me in the face.

"Well, hello there Private Suckmeoff," I smirk as I bring the magazine out and place it in front of me on the desk, open it up to the page that I have bookmarked with a joint rolly I took of Zacky in the courtyard.

"Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Mr Finger," I waggle my finger at the page and then point down with the same finger, "and this is Mrs Pussy. And they love each other very much. Boy, are you in for a show!"

I walk along the endless string of corridors with some fun options for tonight. A couple of the boys wanted to give me an early Christmas present. Ahh, I love my job sometimes.

1406, 1407, 1408, this is it.

I knock on the door of Jacoby's dorm room and wait for an answer. I'm going to have to be as professional as possible now and not try and get another Christmas present offer from him. Then again, I've already tried many times and he's just not interested. Bastard.

"Jacoby? It's Corey, I need to talk to you."

I stroke Brian's face, just staring at him and smiling at him, what I enjoy the most. But a knock on the door interrupts my staring at him and I sigh in frustration.

"FUCK OFF! I'm trying to be romantic in here!" I yell out before laughing a little.

But when I hear Corey's voice, my eyes widen and I hop off my bed, kissing Brian and covering him with my towel for him as I do so. I grab a pair of random pants from the end of my bed, not sure if they are mine or Brian's. I pull them on and make my way to the door.

"Sorry Corey," I say as I pull the door open, button up the pants [which I learnt are mine.]

"What can I do for you?" I ask him as I lean on my door frame, allowing him to come into my room.

I look round the room, smirking to myself as I see Brian sat, covered by nothing but a towel. I look back to Jacoby, who's also not wearing very much. Looks like the shower rumours are true.

"Room for one more?" I ask, looking between them, "No? Fine."

I perch on the end of the bed and take a deep breath, "We just got a call from your Dad, Brian. He was pretty adamant that you were coming home tomorrow."

I look between the pair, "There was a lot of angry yelling. Brody and I were just wondering if everything's okay at home."

I hate doing this, these kids don't need us to pry into their private lives, no matter how many of the cliche 'we just want to make sure you're okay' lines come out.

"We just want to help, Brian."

Like that one.

I look across at Jacoby, "You know you guys can trust me, right? I'm not going to let any of this out to anyone."

I look over at Brian to see he's looking terrified now. Man, if only I could get my hands on that Dad of his. I'd fucking kill him. And I'm sure that if I told Corey all this, he'd be right behind me.

"Well, er..." I look over at Brian.

He's now hugging the pillow staring holes in his feet and not giving me any sort of eye contact. I don't know whether he wants me to actually come out and tell Corey anything or just make something up.

"Brian's dad is... a- a bastard- he, er..." I stammer.

I look back at Brian to see he's still not looking at me. I don't take my eyes off Brian as I say the next bit.

"He, he beats him."

My first instinct is to hug Brian. But he's very naked and his very much boyfriend is here too. I'd like nothing more than to avoid getting my ass kicked by Coby right now.

"I see." I look across to Brian, "Is that true, Brian?"

He nods meekly, obviously not too keen to be pressed on the whole subject. I don't want to send this kind back home if he's going to be treated like that.

"Look, obviously we're going to take this very seriously. Well, I'm going to take this very seriously and the last thing I want to do is see you getting hurt. Who'd challenge me then?"

I don't want him to think I'm making light of the situation but I also want to make him feel a little more at ease.

"If you'll let us, Brian, we can report your dad for this." I say, resting a hand on his shoulder, "We can get custody of you from the state, you'll be safe with us."

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