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

I bite my lip a little, this is way too difficult for me. I fiddle with my hands in my lap, not really sure how to get this out without sounding like a total virgin freak.

"Well, there's this guy who I really like, more than like, I love him. He's amazing..." I stop myself before I start going on about how amazing Alex is, clearing my throat, "And we've been spending loads of time together and getting on really well."

Alex and I are even closer now than we were before. I'm holding out hope that maybe he's been overcome by some temporary insanity and is maybe realizing that he'd like to make a go of things with me. I haven't kissed him since he saved me, not for want of trying. There's just some kind of interruption whenever it happens, normally from a scowling Chris.

"And I'd like to... try taking things to the next level with him but I don't actually know how to go about it. Or what the hell I'd be doing!"

OK. I have to be a little bit more sensitive about this. He's a sensitive boy. It's not like when any of the others who come in here, who I'd just tell them to go and turn up naked in the guys bed and see what happens from there. But normally at that time I just want some peace and chocolate...

"Well, have you asked him how he feels about it?" I say, proud of myself for not suggesting something completely sexual.

"Or, if you don't think that'd pan out to well, have you ever y'know, put the moves on him?"

And here we go. Seriously, I shouldn't deal with the innocent ones.

I smile a little to myself, "Tried both. Neither worked out really."

I've tried so hard to put those few weeks of not talking to each other behind me. They were the worst few weeks of my life. I don't think I could handle things going down that way again.

"I'm not good at being sexy or at getting people into bed." I explain, "I tend to freeze up or start acting stupid. Guys don't really like that approach."

Alex isn't the first boy I've ever had these kind of feelings for or the first one I've tried to sleep with. He's also not the first one who's had to deal with my painfully awkward, useless approach to wooing someone either.

There was the exchange student, Antonio, ins my old school. That didn't go too well either, the language barrier kinda fucked everything up, the only person I knew who could speak Spanish started telling him horrible things about me. I learned how to tell him that I really liked him but ended up insulting his mother by accident. He hit me.

So far Alex hasn't done that, I'm doing pretty good. I'm pretty confident this could work.

"Well, maybe you went about it all wrong, y'know. You don't have to fuck him straight away." I smile at him.

I'm getting into my own territory now.

"You can try other moves. Caresses here and there, light groping here and there. I'm sure he'd appreciate the attention. Lord knows all the people in this place appreciate the light touches here and there."

I know I do.

I think over what she said, that could work. I think I'm just preoccupied by the idea of the full sex because Zacky's my usual go-to guy on this matter. And if it doesn't involve an orgasm, he's just not interested.

"That sounds good." I say, smiling a little at the thought of getting to feel Alex's incredible body under my unworthy hands.

"I could probably manage that without completely screwing everything up again."

I hope I could at least, I'm sick of fucking up my chances with Alex. I just want something to happen.

I nod and look at Matt, pleased that I could help him. But he's still sitting looking at me, as if he wants more answers.

"Good. Then, why are you still here? Go get him before the Christmas break. He might be going back home for Christmas and I'm not having you mopping around here with me for two weeks because you can't get some." I say to him.

I stand up to walk over to the door, ready to give him a proper peep talk to go and get his man. Whoever that man may be.

"NOW GO GET HIM SANDERS!"

"Uh, yes sir... ma'am... sir... Brody!"

Part of me kind needs to know more but the majority of me is scared of what she'll do if I don't go and try her advice out on Alex right now. I smile at her and get up from the the chair, disappearing out of the door pretty sharply.

I give Corey a quick Merry Christmas before getting out of the office, semi-ready to try things with Alex again. I think he's staying here for Christmas, I hope he's staying here for Christmas coz if things go to plan, I could have two blissful snowy weeks with the man of my dreams.

Dream! [[Alex is sleeping now ]]

"Ooooh Alex, baby that's so good," He moans, his eyes half shut in bliss as I pound into him. His legs straddling my hips as he sits atop me, our skin smacking together as I thrust up and he thrusts down on me.

"Oooh come on, make me scream!" He cries out again as he throws his head back, his nails scrapping at my chest as I slow my rhythm down, teasing his prostate like the bastard that I am.

"Please, baby, PLEASE!" He begs with me as I hold onto his hips, holding them down onto me so he can't thrust anymore.

I hold him down pushing my hips up, pushing my dick right into his prostate, making him shake with an insane consent pleasure. So insane that I make him come without the need to jack him off.

[[Pft, you so just wanted a random sex moment...]]

I head down the halls towards Alex's room, a little surprise hidden in my hand. I love Christmas sometimes. It makes this possible seduction thing a whole load easier for me.

I start humming random Christmas songs as I go, settling on 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' as it's the one which rings truest in my mind. I pause outside Alex's door, checking my breath and rocking on my heels.

"Okay, Matt, you can do this." I try psyching myself up as best I can.

I reach for the doorknob before remembering Chris's instructions. He's got some new fuckbuddy and the guy's apparently shy about being walked in on, so I've got to knock.

I rap on the door and wait patiently.

[[Blame Sex For The Sexy wink

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"So. Fucking. Good. ALEX!" He screams as he comes all over my chest in long spurts. And I, follow shortly after into the warm, tight cavity of his ass.

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"WOAH!"

I wake up, sitting up in bed with my eyes wide and my breathing rushed. I suddenly hear a knocking on the door. I furrow my brow, knowing it can only be one person but I wonder to myself why he is hear so early. I groan a little and throw the covers off of me, my eyes still droppy from sleep.

"It's open Matt," I yell out as I rub my eyes. I hear the door click open and I look down. But to my shock, I notice that I am actually naked I'm covered in come and my cock is fucking hard as a rock.

"Shit..."

I push the door open, holding the mistletoe above my head and walk inside, being greeted by a sight I've only ever dreamed about.

"Merry Chris..."

The mistletoe drops to the floor, as does my jaw. Part of me wants to find Santa and blow him for delivering me such a perfect early present. I have got to be dreaming. There's no way this is happening.

Okay, I need to stop staring. But how do you stop staring at something as hot as this?

"Fuck."

I look over at Matt and blink a few times, trying to let me eyes adjust to the light in the room.

"Sup man," I say to him before pulling my covers back over me to give myself at least some privacy. Lord knows I can feel that these sheets will need to be washed against my leg now and I groan.

"Sorry, I'm a little, under dressed," I say, rubbing over my forehead from the embarrassment adding to the fact that I am still fucking tired.

"Did you want something?" I ask him, trying to make him forget about the sight he has just had to witness.

Wait, he's saying words to me now. I'm expected to respond in a coherent manner? I'm pretty sure the only words I'll be able to get out will be cock, naked, sex, want, now.

I have to try though, I can't just stand here staring at him, I can already feel myself getting more turned on by the minute as I watch his pretty much naked body in front of me. I force my eyes away from him and focus on forming full sentences which don't involve asking him if he needs a hand.

"I... I just came by to, uh... hang out. I didn't know if you were going home for Christmas and I've got no lessons today and I..."

I trail off the end of my sentence not sure what else I was going to say.

He wanted to spend time with me thinking I was going away? Now, that's sweet. Chris didn't do that, he just fucked off this morning to see if any of the love sick emos down in the Courtyard needed a shoulder to cry on because they're fuck buddies were leaving them for a full two weeks. Ooooh the horror.

"That's cute," I say with a smile, "Yeah, I've got no lessons today either. I have a feeling Brandan won't be assed with football training this afternoon."

There's a silence in the room as Matt is obviously trying hard to think of something to say. Maybe this is time for me to get some clothes on, maybe he won't feel so awkward then.

"Anyway, I'll just gonna go and get some clothes on, and wash myself down," I say as I throw the covers off and grab my boxers from the night before, "Lord knows who I was dreaming about last night."

I laugh as I point down to my very come covered erection before instantly regretting it and making my exit to the little bathroom by the door which Matt is standing by.

I watch him disappear into the bathroom and smirk to myself. He doesn't know who he was dreaming about? I'm going to hope it was me. Well, I'm going to pretend.

God, I'm such a loser.

I walk further into the room, picking up my mistletoe as I do so and pocketing it. I don't want to lose that, I might still use it later. I take a seat on Chris's bed, it's a little less stained and covered than Alex's... which I am in no way staring at right now.

"I'm surprised Chris isn't in here with his new fuck buddy, getting all the mileage he can before the break." I say with a half laugh, "How do you deal with that guy?"

I freeze and look around the small room I'm in, getting myself some water ready in the sink.

"Ooooh, yeah know Chris, he's like a rabbit, he could be anywhere right about now with his new-fuck buddy," I say, cringing at the word "fuck-buddy". Granted that is what I am to him, even though we don't fuck, he won't have it and neither will I. It's more... an experimentation with blow jobs, hand jobs and rim jobs buddy. But that's too long to sound out.

I finish up with the water, cleaning myself up with a quick sponge over, playing more attention to my still aching hard. Man, I really want to just get rid of this now, but I can't while Matt is just in the other room and he knows how hard I am.

I pull on my boxers, thinking what the hell am I going to do? I can never just will away a hard on. Believe me, I've tried. You ask the teachers how many bathroom breaks I have had to take this year. It's in the hundreds, believe me.

He's taking a long time in there.My mind drifts to any number of thigns that he could be doing. Is he jacking off? No, no Alex would be louder, that'd sweet voice would be shaky and there'd be low, heavy moans. Not that I've thought about how he would sound thousands and thousands of times. Nope, more like the odd hundred.

If I had more guts, I get up and join him, offering him a hand. But I know I'm not going to do that, I'm too nervous, too scared to do anything as forward and fucking intelligent as that.

"You... you okay in there?" I call out.

Christ, I sound like his fucking mother. No wonder I'm not having much luck with this guy.

I shake my head, snapping me out of my trance and looking at myself in the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm good thanks. I just zoned out," I call out to him before turning on the cold water tap and filling my hands with the ice cold water. I bury my face into the ice cold liquid, hissing a little at the feeling, waking me up completely.

"Shit," I breath out before shaking my head free of the droplets.

I sigh and open the door, still only clad in a pair of boxers but now feeling a hell of a lot more fresher and cleaning that I did. Well, sans the hard on threatening to poke someone's eye out.

I look across at him with a smile. Oh God, you just had to be pretty much naked didn't you. In fact I think this is worse, now I'm imagining what I know is under there.

"Well, it is... early and..." I trail off as my eyes are drawn back to his crotch.

I'm pretty fucking certain that if he spends more than five minutes with me, that hard-on will dwindle faster than... something really quick? It's killed any remaining brain cells I had. I want so badly to do something about him for him, I really want to help.

"If you want, I could..." Blow you, give you a handjob, bend over and let you fuck me, "Come back later."

I'm only slightly aware of the fact I'm addressing this question to his dick right now.

"No no no, it's OK," I say as I make my way over to my drawers.

"Just ignore it, it'll probably, not go away any time soon so... yeah," I say, cringing afterwards as I go on the search for a pair of pants for myself.

I really am going to have to do something about this hard on. I blame that dream because now I am insanely horny and I just want nothing more than to get off. Hell, I'd hump the bed right now just to get a little bit of friction.

I stand up, pulling on a pair of my tight jeans, knowing this is a bad idea, but I need some fucking friction. I whimper to myself, embarrassing myself completely as I pull them on over my scarily hard dick.

"Y'know, if you stay here while I'm like this, all hot, horny and shit, you're a better man than most," I laugh before making my way over to Chris's bed.

Nope, Alex, I'm just incredibly stupid and sort of hoping you'll let me give you a hand. Or a mouth.

"I room with Zacky, I'm used to this kind of thing." I say with a half smile, trying to look up at him, rather than the impressive bulge in those tight pants.

Okay, I need to get myself under control here or I'm just going to end up hard too and then I'll get all embarassed and that's not the kind of thing any of us want or need right now.

"So, uh, you staying here or going home for Christmas?" I ask, trying to change the subject, "Kinda want to know if there's anywhere I can hide out on New Years. I hear Mick's planning an orgy and I was hoping I could maybe hide in your closet."

I really love him right now for changing the subject, but...

"New Years?" I ask again, to which he nods, "Ooooh."

"Well, I'll be here for Christmas. My parents are going away from their millionth honeymoon so I have to stay here. But, New Years, me and a couple of the fourth years are planning to ditch this place and go down to one of the local strip clubs."

"I don't really think I'd be your scene," I say, in other words, it's going to be filled with loads of half naked girls all dancing to slow jazz music and you'll be hiding in the corner rocking yourself into insanity.

"But, you can hide out in my closet anyway. No one will be here though."

Damn, no chance of a New Years kiss then, of maybe convincing him to give us a chance for the new year. Damn, damn, damn, damn...

I continue this internal monologue as I start talking again.

"I'd probably be safer if you guys weren't here. Then Mick couldn't accuse you of hiding me." I say, with a little laugh, "He's become like a man possessed since he caught me in the showers."

It's not strictly true. He's not that bad. It's just everytime he plans one of his big sex party's, he seems desperate to get fucked by me. I'm usually pretty good at fending him off.

"But totally off the subject of sex, right?" I smirk at him, "Uh..."

Great, I can't actually think of anything else for us to discuss right now. I blame the proximity of his hard on to me, that and raging hormones. Maybe I should start trying to do something about it? Start putting Brody's advice into practice rather than just sitting here like a tit.

I stare down at his thigh, trying to gather the courage to move my hand to it.

"If you think you have it in you to take your mind off sex, that'd be smashing," I laugh before turning my head to look at him.

But he's not looking at me, he's looking down at my crotch, again. I know how he feels about me and I know he wants to have a relationship. I has no idea he wanted something sexual. I'm up for that, just not the whole love side of it.

"Y'know. If you keep staring at it, it's just going to stare right back," I grin at him.

Come on Matt, take the bait.

What in the name of all that is... did he just... was that just... was there hinting there? Or am I so desperate to get my hands on this guy that I'm hearing things?

"I... I..." I look up at him, my eyes wide and my face all panicked and nervous.

There's a massive grin on his face, a somewhat sexual grin. Oh God, oh God, oh God...

"You're kidding, right? I mean... you..."

I don't know what to say now. This is even more awkward than trying to hit on him myself. How am I supposed to do this? I want it. Fuck knows I want it but I have no idea how to go about it, how to do this now I've finally been given the chance.

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