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

I laugh a little against his smooth pecs at how much he's enjoying this.

"Maybe after Christmas, baby." I whisper.

I follow his instructions, pumping his shaft harder before bringing my head up to watch him in the moment. How did I get so lucky? He's sheer poetry. I'm struggling not to get hard again. I don't think I could handle a second round right now.

"You are so fucking perfect, Coby." I say, pumping at him harder, slightly taken aback by his thrusting. Is this a good thing?

I let my head hang forward and pant. I move my hand down from his hair down to his neck and rub it gently.

"Ah, Angel, I'm so-close," I groan as I thrust against his hand, moaning with every roll of my hips. I grip onto the back of his neck a little harder as I feel my orgasm engulf me.

"Yeah, that's it, right there, I'm right there, NOW..."

As I feel his hot seed covering my hand, I can't help but feel a sense of pride. I did it, we did it. I finally had some kind of sexual intimacy with Coby without freaking out on him or just completely turning him down flat out. Considering I only told him why I was so frightened this morning, this confuses me greatly.

Surely it should have taken me a lot longer to be able to do anything? What the fuck is going on with me? Why did I feel like I could do this now?

Then the penny drops.

And my mouth works before the sane side of my brain has time to stop it.

"I think I love you." I say, a lot faster than I'd intended to.

Hell a lot more vocally than I'd intended to.

The second the words leave my mouth, I quickly cover it with my free hand. Woops.

I try to regain my composure, slowing my breathing down and grinning like mad.

"That was so..." I start before realising that he has actually said anything.

I think I love you.

My head shots up and I look at him with wide eyes, "What?!"

Love? But, that's not possible. No, we've only known each other for...three months. It's too soon. It's not logical. He's... he's obviously just on a sexual high. Yeah, that's it. Right? Oh God.

Shit I knew I'd said the wrong thing. Why the hell can't I just stay quiet sometimes? Fucking hell.

"I think I love your mouth!" I throw out there before he senses anything untoward, "Your mouth and... yeah. Please buy this Coby."

I can not believe I just said that, "I did warn you about me saying really stupid shit when we first hooked up."

Gah, why couldn't I have just kept all this to myself until I found the right time? Or forever? Or until I know I really do and I wasn't just fucking horny.

"Bri, sweetie, Angel," Once I'm done with the pet names, trying to think of how to put this lightly. But I don't think there is a way to make his sound nice.

"You don't love me Brian. You're just on a high. People don't love in this place. Believe me, just, don't do it." I say, smiling weakly.

"I'm not trying to reject you with this, I really do care about you. It's just, I can't love in this place. It's... it's too painful to."

I try not to spill my heart out to him, especially not when he's about to leave me for two weeks. He wants to remember me happy, not sad thinking about... him.

Oh ouch.

Stupid, stupid Brian. Thinking maybe he's say he heard you right and tell you the same thing back. Thinking maybe here would be different to home, that you'd fall in love, you'd be accepted and everything would be perfect and amazing.

"Okay." I bow my head, smiling weakly, "I get it."

I kinda want to scream at him, be the stupid little kid that I am, demand to know why he won't give it a chance after what I've just done for him. I also don't want to make this moment anymore uncomfortable than it already is. I don't really have anyone else here I could talk to about this. I've got Zacky but I doubt he'd be much help in this situation, I don't think my friends from Drama would really be able to help either.

"I don't know what I was thinking of anyway, I was just... y'know caught up in the moment." I laugh a little, looking anywhere except at him.

"Don't worry Angel, I know." I smile as I place my hand under my chin to make him look at me. I can see the disappointment in his eyes and I know how much he really meant what he said now.

"Come 'ere you," I smile weakly at him before bringing him closer to me for a hug, "Look. I will tell you why I don't feel the same. But not now, OK?"

I break away from the hug to look at him and explain myself to him.

"I don't want your last memory of me before you go back home to be of me, God knows, crying and pouring my heart out to you. I want it to be a happy moment. Like just now." I smile.

"Will you do that for me? Well, for you?" I ask, cocking my head to the side and giving him puppy dog eyes, hoping I can lighten the mood a little.

I think we've pretty much established that I'd do anything for him. I nod at him and smile. It's a little less forced now. Now I know there's a reason behind everything, a heartache it would seem, I don't feel quite so stupid. It's not me, it's him. The first ever time the cliche has been the truth.

Unless that is just a line and he can't tell me now coz he hasn't thought of it yet?

No, Coby's not like that. Even if he doesn't love me, stab, he'll be honest with me.

"Okay." I say, "Happy times, right?"

I push the pain of the rejection to the back of my mind, I can dwell on that later. Instead I do what most people do in uncomfortable situations...

I lift my cum covered hand up in front of his face with a smirk, "You want this back?"

I turn my head to his hand dripping onto the floor. I smirk at it before darting my eyes back to him and smirking.

"Personally, I think you should have a taste first buuuuut, if I must," I say with an over dramatic sigh.

I laugh a little before taking his hand and sucking on one of his fingers.

"Mmmm, ooh goowd." I say around his finger before giggling a little more.

Hopefully this is making him forget loving me? That is possibly the stupidest thing I could have possibly thought of. How can you forget about loving someone?

I laugh a little as I watch him cleaning himself from me. I'd be more turned on if I wasn't so embarrassed right now. I force my feelings back... AGAIN and instead choose to focus on him licking and sucking at my fingers.

"That's hot, Cobes... seriously."

I move forward and start kissing him across my fingers, also tasting him from my hand. I am definitely going to have to taste this straight from him next time. If he'll let there be a next time now he knows how I feel about him. He might start keeping his distance so I don't end up trying to change his mind. I couldn't handle that.

Or maybe you can.

I laugh a little as I open my eyes and see him looking at his hand as well.

"No my Angel. That is the hottest thing ever, seriously," I say as I point to him licking at my fingers.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a cum whore. I think that has something to do with your welcome party," I smirk at him.

But now I have images of me standing over him, jacking off and my cum just splattering all over his chest, him moaning just as it all hits him, making his back arch.

OK. I need to calm down now.

I laugh a little and desist the licking now. I'd never expected to enjoy something like that so much.

"Years of repression, dearest." I say in a mock English accent, "You opened a floodgate... oh God, that is the worst thing I could have said right now. The mental image that's come with that is not pretty."

I shudder, unintentionally, "There's cum everywhere. It's like a shower with Mick."

I rest my head on his shoulder, "God, stop me saying these things, okay?"

I laugh and wrap my arms around him, shaking my head at his goofiness before resting my lips onto the top of his head.

"My God, you are so amazing," I say before laying a kiss on top of his head.

"I am really going to miss that when you go," I say as I hug my arms around him tighter and rocking the two of us.

God, I wish I could hold him like this forever.

[[Some other people now? Chris/Alex? Matt/Brody? I had an idea for that I shall explain in the discussion post...]]

You want me to try and get over you and then you say things like that, you hold me like this, treat me like this? Fuck, Coby, that's just not fair. I melt into his arms, figuring I may as well.

"I'll miss you more. At least you've got people here to hang out with. I'm just stuck with boring religious zealots who hate everything gay." I say into his neck, "I'm fucked."

I tighten my grip around him slightly, wanting to keep him closer to me, "I really don't want to go, Coby."

[[Both sound good to me!]]

"I know Angel, and I don't want you to go either," I say to him before loosening my grip on him and looking him in the eye.

"But, you have to, just so you can stay here with me," I know this makes no sense to me either, but it is the only way that I'll have him again, and it is only two weeks, I'm sure I can survive that.

"But, just look forward to the idea that when you get back, they're be a big old present waiting in the corner of the room for you. And I don't mean him," I say before nodding down to my crotch with a laugh.

I smile sadly, "Yeah, you're right. Although to be honest I would be perfectly happy with just having him to come back to as long as he was still attached to you, obviously."

I take a long moment just to memorize everything about his perfect face, tracing the lines with my fingers. If I'm going to be away for all that time, I'm going to need to remember everything. Every freckle, every imperfection, every tiny line. I'm going to need him to help me through the inevitable pain the whole thing's going to cause. I probably shouldn't be staring, it's rude and a little bit creepy. So I tear my eyes away from his and look down to see I'm still predominantly nude.

"Could I maybe get my clothes back on now?" I ask with a smirk, "It's kinda weird being all romantic and heartfelt with my pants round my ankles."

I furrow my brow before looking down.

I laugh, "I didn't even realise. Sorry, I guess you kissing me made me forget about dressing you again."

I smirk at him as he pulls up his pants again, glaring at me slightly.

"Ooooh, don't look at me like that Angel, it hurts my soul," I say in a slightly mock hurt tone as I place my hand over my heart. I turn my head to the side and try not to grin.

This is what you do to me Brian. Turn me into a goof. I hope you are happy.

"Your soul?!" I say in a booming preacher voice, "GAYS HAVE NO SOULS!"

I start laughing near hysterically as the words leave my mouth, "Sorry, figured I'd better get some practice in for the coming weeks."

I smile widely at him, "Hey, d'you think that's why dogs don't like me? Coz I've 'got the gay'? In all those horror films like The Omen, they barked at the soulless kids."

"Angel, this school has mascots, they are dog, and they love everyone," I laugh thinking about Fluffy and Candy the fun loving Dobermans.

"And I think you'll get on fine at home. I mean, that preacher shit you had going on just there, yeah, me, scared now." I grin before making my way towards the door and unlocking it and opening it.

I hear a thump at my feet, I furrow my brow and look down to see Tony, Joel and his twin Benji all fallen on top of each other grinning up at me.

"Get out of here you snoopy gits!" I say out of annoyance as I start kicking at them to get off the floor. This guys really are as bad as girls with their snooping and spying shit.

"OK guys, that's it for today. Now, I want you all to read Chapter 7 and do the exercises at the end. If you don't understand something just come and see me in my office. Have a merry Christmas if I don't see you before." I yell out to the noisy bustling class.

I hear some of the boys wish me a Merry Christmas back and some of them just mutter for me to shove Chapter 7 up my ass. I know who they are, and they won't be leaving for Christmas just yet if I have it my way.

I start to pack away my bag as the boys leave the classroom but all of a sudden I feel a vibration against my leg. It's either my phone or I didn't take my vibrator out of my underwear this morning. I fish into my pocket to see my phone with a message from Corey on the screen. I furrow my brow and open the message.

Sanders is in the office asking for you. He seems nervous. What did you do to him? ;] Corey. x

I giggle to myself before replying.

Nothing, honestly. Tell him I'll be right there. Fuck ya later Beau. x

I laugh as I press send. God, I do love freaking that guy out sometimes.

I pick up my bag before checking over the classroom and leaving while shutting the door behind me. I start to make my way towards the offices, seeing some kids stood outside, obviously here to complain about one of the teachers or to ask one of the teachers for a farewell fuck before they leave for Christmas.

"OK boys. Away from the office. Unless you have a serious problem or you're here to offer to lick me out, I don't want to hear it!" I inform them before opening the office door and making my way inside. I shake my head and breathe a sigh of relief as I walk up to my desk.

"Man, I can't wait for some of those kids to just go the fuck home already," I say to Corey as I make my way over to my desk.

"Sooo... where's Sanders?"

"I'm fine, Brody, thanks for asking."

I jerk a thumb behind me to the small room leading off the main offices. The 'interrogation room' as we like to call it. It's been abused in the worst possible way many a time. I've had students over the desk, Brody's had students over the desk, I've had Brody of the desk. I'm thinking it needs a new name.

"I've never seen him look so skittish. And I've tried seducing him before so that's saying something." I rest a hand on Brody's arm, "Be gentle with him, yeah? We don't want another investigation, do we?"

"Pfft, I'm always gentle!" I say a little too loudly as I shove his arm from me, just to illustrate my point of how ridiculous he's being. Be gentle? How can you possible need gentle treatment in this place. Then again, this is Sanders, he cried during the sex ed video when the two little aliens had a baby girl.

"OK. I'll be gentle with him," I say in a slightly dramatic voice before dumping my bad down on my desk.

I sort myself out before making my way over to the room at the end of the office. I open the door and walk inside, I smile at Sande-Matt, warmly.

"Hey Matt. You OK?" I ask in a slightly gentle voice.

I put down the really large penis model I was looking at. There's no-one who's that big, right? I mean, I'm not exactly a chick but that is huge. I turn round to face her, blushing a little bit from what I've just been caught doing.

"Um, yeah. I'm, I'm good!" I say, with a bright smile on my face, "Merry Christmas by the way."

I sit on the corner of the desk, trying to figure out exactly why I thought she'd be better to talk to about this instead of Corey. He's less scary. She's like some kind of dominatrix teacher. I've heard the rumours...

"Um, I kinda wanted your advice on something..."

"Merry Christmas to you to Matt," I say, slightly taken a back.

God, he is so sweet that it could almost be seen as sickening.

I shut the door behind me and make my way over to the desk he's sitting on. I smile and take a seat on one of the softer chairs.

"My advice, eh?" I say as I furrow my brow and cross my legs in front of me.

"What kind of advice exactly Matt?"

Ooooh Jesus. He hasn't gotten or given anyone an STI has he? We don't need another field trip to the City Clinic again.

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