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

I watch on as Corey talks to Brian about this, biting my lip.

"We were going to go to Brody. Ask her to make some excuse for Brian not being able to come home. But, if he's being calling and yelling at her down the phone I have a feeling that's not going to work," I say, more talking to myself now as I try to think this through.

I look up at Brian and smile weakly at him, staying where I am so that we don't look like that we are crowding him.

"Angel, what do you want to do?" I ask him.

I can see Corey smirking at the pet name out of the corner of his eye. How can he smile at all at a time like this?!

Report him? Get my dad locked away and be free of him? It almost seems too good to be true. Fuck, it is too good to be true. If I get my dad locked away, I'll be let out of here into the custody of my real dad - fuck I'm confusing myself here - what with him being next of kin. Then I'd just be in another kind of hell.

"I... I can't." I say, looking between Corey and Coby, "There's no way it'd work. My family would hate me forever. Then what would I do after I finished here?"

I shake my head, "I'm not worth the hassle."

I smile sadly, "I've handled this for long enough, I'm used to it now. Another few weeks of pain isn't going to hurt."

"B-but, it's not right," I say.

I walk over to Brian and get on my knees in front of him. I grab his hands that are sitting in his lap and rub them gently.

"What if he hurts you Brian? What if he doesn't let you come back here after Christmas? Angel, please, think about this. If, something happened to you while you were away, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself,"

I rub his hands a little more with my own and look up at him.

"Please?"

I shouldn't be pleading him like this, it's not right, it's hard enough for him without making me happy to. But I can't help myself. I just want him to be save.

Despite all this, I can't help but smile at Coby's treatment of him. I never expected him to be one of the rare students to fall in love here. I'd always seen him as one of the fuckers, those who screw around to ease the lonliness but there's really something special between these two.

"He's right Brian." I say, hating the fact I've had to use those words, "It isn't fair, it isn't right."

I move a little further up the bed, to join the pair in a slightly closer quarters, so this doesn't feel so impersonal.

"We can protect you, the school will keep you safe during the year. When the school year's over, the state wouldn't send you back to him, they'd find somewhere for you to stay." I look to Coby, "Both of you."

I look back to Brian, "I don't want to pressure you into anything, Brian, I just don't want to see you get hurt. Neither of us do."

I look over at Corey, glad that he's on my side about this whole thing. I look back up at Brian and sigh.

"Just think about it Angel. I don't want to pressure you or anything, I just want you to be save. I don't want you hurting because of him. You don't deserve that," I say to him.

I continue rubbing his hands in my own, just looking at them and seeing how perfectly cupped they are together makes me smile somewhat.

Part of me wants to snap at them, to tell them there's no way this is going to work, that it'd just make everything worse but I can't find the words, I can't find my voice.

"My family won't give up without a fight." I say, quietly, "If you guys take me in, they'll find some way to get me back. My dad's a respected pillar of the community. There's no way anyone would believe my story."

I hate being so negative about everything but it's the truth. I'd just end up being sent back home, I'd get attacked even more because I dared to try and get away. It'd be even worse for me. I'd never be allowed back here, I'd never see Coby again. I can't handle that.

"It's fine, really. I can handle myself."

I'm losing this fight here. I really don't want him to go, but he is right. No one ever believes the story of the kids. Especially when they are in a reform school. I sigh and shake my head.

"OK Angel. Just, be careful, please? If he even lays a hand on you, just... just think of this place and me and being with someone who really wants to be with you and it'll be OK,"

I know that's a lie, well, it would be for me because I'd just cry in the corner or something. Luckily my family only gave me emotional abuse rather than sexual or physical.

"It's only a couple of weeks, Coby." I say, smiling weakly as I try to be optimistic, "A-and look on the bright side, right? I can break up with my girlfriend and it'll just be you and me."

I move a little closer to him, "And if I know I have you to come back to, then it'll make it that much easier."

I lean across to him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before turning to Corey, "D'you think there's any way you could get me back here before New Years? Make up some bullshit, use lots of shit about discipline, maybe military style and stuff. Maybe say I've been insolent and everything and you're cutting the holiday short for that."

I smile hopefully at him, "Please Corey?"

"Ooh Kay. Just, make sure you DO come home then?"

I smile and look back over at Corey.

"Yeah, make up some really crazy lie. Even if it requires me doing star jumps when he brings Brian back just to look the part." I say completely sincerely.

I really am serious. I'd do anything for Brian, just to keep him here with me.

I smile sadly at the pair, Brian looks like a lost little puppy dog. He looks so hopeful. I want to tell him I'll try but something tells me it'll just make things worse for him. His family will be even more disappointed and they'll just hurt him even more. But I can't just let him stay there.

"I'll see what I can do. I'm sure we can work something out for you."

I'll have to ask Brody about this one, she's good at coming up with all these hair-brained ideas.

"I'll definitely be coming home."

That's so depressing, I consider this school more of a home than my actual house. I feel like fuckin' Harry Potter, except sexier and without the scar on my head.

"Thanks Corey."

I watch as he gets up to leave. He's smiling at me and Coby. If I wasn't so in like with the boy on the bed with me, I could see myself having a bit of a crush on that guy. His smile totally ruins the macho, big tough metal image he has. He leaves the room, leaving me and Coby alone again.

"Wish you could come home with me."

"I wish I could too. Could teach your Dad a thing or two." I say a little bitterly at the end.

I could teach that bastard a thing or two actually. About a lot of things, about how I do things, about how strong us gays can be, a how... scary we can be.

I shake my head of some of the sinister images that are floating around in my brain as I climb back onto the bed with Brian. I sit next to him and run my hand from his hand up to his thigh. I rest my chin on his shoulder and sigh.

"So, when are you going to be leaving? What did your Dad say?"

"Not until tomorrow morning. Bright and early though. He likes to get the torture started early, y'know? Get as much of it in as he can."

It's only after I've made the sarcastic comment that realize how idiotic it was. I've probably upset him even more now. I didn't mean to do that, I'm just thinking out loud.

"It'll be fine though, I'm sure." I say, "Y'know being here's just made me feel a lot stronger, you have made me feel a lot stronger. I'm not going to take it lying down anymore 'coz I know you wouldn't want me to."

I smile widely at him. He really has changed a lot since he's come here. It really does feel me with pride to hear that though, knowing that I helped him with this.

"I'm so proud of you Baby. I know that you'll be just fine," I smile and move my hand under his chin.

I bring his face around to mine and kiss him on the lips softly.

"Y'know. If you're leaving tomorrow, I think that we should at least say goodbye properly. Now. Or- after todays lessons tonight?" I say as I grin and tickle his chin softly, grinning to myself.

I smile brightly at him. I feel like a cat, all this petting and attention I'm getting. I love it.

I'm a little nervous at this idea of a proper goodbye. After I freaked out on him earlier, I don't know if I'd be able to make it through anything intimate right now.

"It, kinda depends what you had in mind by goodbye." I say, with a nervous grin, "Coz as much as I'd love to give you something special to remember me by. I'm not really sure I could manage it."

I smile sweetly at him.

"God, why do I love your innocence so much?" I grin as I tickle his chin a little more.

"OK. How about we wait until after lessons today then? It'll give me some time to think about the perfect way for me to say goodbye to you." I smile.

I actually don't have any ideas right now. All I have in my head is the idea of getting him off, but I don't think that'll be right for how he's feeling right now. That and the fact that I am just so overly horny right now that's all I can think about. So maybe I need to talk to some of my buddies in my homeroom about it all.

"What do you say?"

"I think it's because you know you can corrupt it." I say, my eyes slipping closed as my petting continues, "Pervert."

I giggle a little - because I'm just that gay these days - and smile widely, "That sounds good to me."

I really don't want to do anymore lessons today now. I just want to stay here all day, [preferably with some clothes on, I'm suddenly very conscious of the fact I'm still naked] and spend my last day of freedom with the only person I who's ever made me feel free.

"And then tomorrow we'll run away somewhere together and live in a little cardboard box under a bridge, 'kay? Or we'll rob someone really rich and buy an island."

"Good good, I will think of something that you will not be able to forget for these next two weeks." I grin.

"Sounds like a plan. I hear Figi is nice this time of year," I laugh.

I smile and hug him close to me.

"Right, it's time for me to get to my lesson. I was thinking of skipping, and spreading time with you, but I need to think of the perfect way to say goodbye to you. That and I want to leave you sweating." I grin as I climb from my bed, tickling Brian's leg as I make my way over to my drawers to grab some clothes.

"Aw, that's so unfair." I say, pouting like the big kid I am, "Now I'm going to to be spending all day just thinking about what you have planned. I won't be able to concentrate on anything."

I get up from the bed and grab some of my own clothes. I bounce up behind Coby, resting my hands on his shoulders and leaning to whisper in his ear, "If I fail Drama, I'm blaming you, you understand?"

I slap his ass and set about pulling my clothes on. I don't know how I can be so bright and breezy after admitting my biggest secret to him. Maybe it's just because someone finally knows, it's finally less of a black cloud hanging over me. Maybe now the healing can start.

"Y'know. You are making it harder and harder for me to not just take you right here, right now," I scowl playfully at him as I pull on my jeans.

I pull my shirt over my head, not too worried about how I look today as I only have basketball training today so I won't be so worried about how I look as I'll just be getting all sweaty anyway. Hopefully it won't wear me out too much for tonight.

"Well, have fun in Drama my sweet," I say, walking over to him and kissing him softly on the lips.

"I'll see you later on my Angel."

I kiss him again before making my exit towards the door, walking backwards towards the door so I don't have to take my eyes from him.

[[Maybe having Brian's class ot have the teacher show up, so Zacky takes Brian to watch the basketball practice. Gives time for Brian to watch Coby all sweaty and shirtless?]]

"Mmhmm, I look forward to it."

I watch him leave me with a massive smile on my face. How'd I get so lucky as to find someone like him? Hot, patient, caring, hot, funny, hot... I think I may have missed hot.

I turn away from the door and finish pulling the remainder of my clothes on, humming an old Thin Lizzy song to myself. I check my reflection in my mirror and head out of the door, luckily in the opposite direction to Coby.

Otherwise there may have been some ass admiring and a quick make-out in one of the empty closets.

[[Sounds like a plan to me! Flustered Brian's fun.]]

I have no idea why I'm in this class today. I don't even do drama. But it's funny to see Mick so pissed off at me whenever I start flirting with him on the stage and then denying him anything. I just think that's the only reason I am here.

"Is your teacher ever going to get here?" I ask one of the random members of the class.

He merely shrugs at me and informs me that apparently sometimes he just doesn't come to lesson. It doesn't really bother me, because I'm not going to be learning anything. The only reason I'm here is to taunt Mick. Which is always fun anyway.

I walk into the drama room, hoping that someone remotely interesting is actually going to turn up today. I've become pretty good friends with a couple of the guys that are in my music class, Travis and Padge. They're down for drama but very rarely turn up. Like today.

I scan the room and don't see anyone who really talks to me, except my wayward ex-roommate and his bitch.

I'd normally avoid them, not wanting to be around Zacky when Mick's there. He's got it in for me for some reason and to be honest, the thought of being around him freaks me out a little. I've not really got much of a choice though. I plaster on a big, fake smile and walk across to the pair.

"Good morning my lovelies!" I say, in an over the top voice.

Shit, why did I do that?

I furrow my eyebrows to Brian as he walks over to us. He seems happy this morning. That can only mean one thing. I grin at him and wrap my arm around his shoulder.

"Hey Bri-bear. I haven't seen you in a while," I say with a smile as I rub his shoulder.

"So..."

I look around the room to see if anyone is listening to me, but they are all too into their own conversations. But, it's not like I wouldn't act if they were listening.

"You and Coby fucked yet? You have? Is he any good?"

I bring my arm around his back, blanking a glaring Mick now. I have a sudden desperate urge to piss him off as much as possible. It's probably the worst idea I could have ever had. Ever. But it doesn't stop me from wanting to do it.

"Oh come on, Zacky, you of all people should know that I'm not one to kiss and tell." I say, smirking back at Mick.

I can't help but laugh a little, leaving my arm around Zacky now, "Anyone seen Hart this morning? Or did I get dressed for nothing? Again."

You'd think the fucking teachers in this place would actually make an effort to turn up once in a while. I think I've seen my drama teacher three times throughout the entire time I've been here.

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