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

"NO!" I say, more out of reflex than anything, "I mean... sort of. I don't know."

I bring the pillow from Coby's side of the bed and pull it over my face, "Gahhh, fucking hormoooones!"

I must sound like such a complete loser right now. I'm being all whiny because I had a sex dream over someone who wasn't my boyfriend. I'm like a chick. In fact, no, no I'm not because they don't have sex dreams. I'm convinced that they repress anything sexual.

I pull the pillow off my face and look back up at Coby.

"It was an experience." I offer with a smile, "One I'm not keen to repeat. Unless you're the one bending me over the desk."

I smirk a little now and look down at him covering his face.

"So, was that you're first gay sex dream? About our music teacher? How kinky," I say with a grin.

But I take the grin from my face as soon as he pulls the pillow off his face to glare at me.

"Because it's WRONG Brian. So very Brian," I say in a boring monotone voice, trying not to laugh.

I cock an eyebrow at him.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" I say, with a smirk on my face, "Or are you jealous that you weren't the one wedged into my subconscious? You weren't the one who was punishing the naughty schoolboy?"

I sit up a little and give him my most ~~constipated~~ intense look, trying to break his composure.

He gets right up in my face and i just raise an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I say to him.

"I am pissed at you, because the you in your head didn't even think about the me in your head because the Corey in your head was too busy giving the you in your head all the pleasure the you in your head could stand."

I really hope that made sense, because I am not saying all that again.

Ooooh well, it did confuse me, so I won't be laughing now.

I try to follow that, biting on my lip and looking up to the ceiling as I make sense of it all.

"I'm confused. Even moreso than usual." I say, still trying to work out what the hell he just said, "Are you pissed at me or hungry or..."

I look back to him with a soft smile, determined to break him now, "You know your dream orgasms are always the best ones. And you don't suffocate me when you land on top of me."

If we were in that place right now, I'd punctuate this with a big grin and a 'Love you' but something tells me that would make this worse. But it is the perfect oppurtunity for it.

I narrow my eyes at him, staring him down like I'm a cat.

"Oooh, so you have had sex dreams about me before?" I ask him, this time I can't help but smirk a little bit.

"But, was I as good as Mr Beau with the long hair and the cheeky grin?"

Haha, the tables have turned. Or something. Either way, I can't help but smirk back at him now. I'm tempted to do a bit of teasing myself.

"Well, I dunno. I mean, like you said, he does have that long hair." I say, threading my hand into Coby's and pulling a little, "Much easier to pull. And the noises dream teacher made when I did that were very sexy."

He doesn't need to know that I never got my hands on Corey's hair, does he? keep the playful little smile on my face.

"And he knew exactly what he was doing, those guitar players hands are good for so many things." I say, with a half laugh.

I lean up a little and peck his lips, "But I think you might just win. You've got a better ass."

"Well, I do agree with you there," I say as I roll my eyes slightly.

"But, my hands know their way around you MUCH better than he does. Because, I know what you like," I match his smirk as I shift into a more comfortable position on top of him on the bed.

"I think because you hurt me so badly, thinking about a teacher. I feel I deserve some special treatment," I cross my arms over my chest and pout.

I am obviously feeling very childish today.

[[Black Thunder! Haha, I just remembered it. Oddly.]]

I quirk an eyebrow at him and start rubbing a little at his smooth stomach, "Really? And what exactly would this special treatment involve?"

I shuffle around so I can move to presses kisses to his stomach and torso without putting any pressure on my still sore ribs.

"Or am I going to have to guess?"

I ghost my hands down his sides and rest them on his thighs, "Coz I was never good at guessing games. Every answer in I-Spy used to be football regardless of the original letter."

"Well, I think you deserve a little bit of punishment so..."

I grin as I roll off of his lap and lay on the bed, the covers under my nearly naked frame. The tent in my boxers now very visible from his and my angle.

I look back at Brian and grin at him.

"You decide."

He hasn't given me a good seeing to all the time he has being back. Granted, he hasn't EVER given me and good seeing to and he has being up in bed most of the week with broken ribs. But I am still allowed to be the horny boyfriend that demands pleasure every once and a while.

"You. Are. Evil." I poke him between each word to show how horrible I've decided he is.

Of course he can't be that bad if I get to have my way with him. I know exactly what I want to do. I've wanted to do it ever since I left, ever since our rudely interrupted MSN conversation. I just hope it's good enough for him. I've never done anything like this before.

I move from where I am on the bed as best I can and move over him, on my knees between his legs. I lean across him and kiss his lips.

"This better be special enough for you."

I grin, telling the truth, anything he would decide to do to me now would be enough.

"Take me Angel," I say to him against his lips, licking over them a little before watching him get back to what he's doing.

I sigh and push my head back, closing my eyes and just letting him have his way with me. I hold my breath, just relishing in this moment. I have waited so long for this, I am going to enjoy every second of this.

I moan a little and my thighs twitch out of anticipation as I feel my cock pulse within my boxers.

I smile as I see the look on his face. I kiss his lips again before moving my mouth over his chin and across his throat. I nip at his Adam's Apple before moving my kisses further down his body.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel every day." I say, against his neck, "I've never done this before so..."

I trail off my sentence and return my attention to worshipping his perfect body. The tight, toned body that makes me feel so safe everytime it's close to me. I start kissing across his chest, my hands following my mouth. I pay special attention to his nipples, nipping and sucking at one while I twist and pinch at the other.

I groan as I feel his velvet mouth assault my chest.

I can't help but open my eyes and lift my heavy head to look down at him. I grab some pillows and prop them under my head so I can look down at him as I feel like my head'll fall off of my shoulders otherwise.

"Mmm, that's so good Angel," I mutter as I move my hand down to his hair and thread my fingers in it, pulling it a little and stroking the soft strands between my fingers.

"More... please?"

I smirk against his chest and look up at him. He looks so peaceful and content. He looks like the angel here, not me.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

I bring my hands along his sides as I move my mouth lower down his body, through the fine dusting of hair that's there. I'm convinced he waxes or something, there has to be a reason the small amount of hair hedoes have is so soft and fine.

I move my lips over his slightly rounded stomach - apparently he was much bigger but has lost a load of weight. I imagine he looked good chubby as well, even more to hold onto and cuddle up with. Not that skinny Coby isn't good for a cuddle either.

I pause at the hem of his underwear, am I really ready to do this?

I bite over to my lip as he moves lower, and lower.

I grin to myself as I watch him move further downwards, I don't want to take my eyes off of him. I want to see all over this, how hot his mouth, or hand whatever he decides, looks around my length.

I feel his fingers ghosting over the rim of my boxers and of course, I choose now to be the loving boyfriend, don't I?

"Uh, if you're not ready for this, I understand."

It's weird but that comment just encourages me to actually do this. How many other guys would have said something like that? They'd just have demanded I suck them off regardless or they'd have got pissed off with me for not being ready. It makes me feel calmer, like I really can trust him.

I pull the boxers from him, releasing his hard on from it's cloth prison. [I silence all thoughts in my head of it dancing and singing the Born Free theme]. I smirk up at him.

"I want to do this." I say, with a smile.

I look at the large, erect member in front of me. It's not as scary as it could be. I take the base in my hand and kiss the weeping head, pre-cum coating my lips. I lick at my lips. It's an interesting taste, not unpleasant but not the kind of thing I'd like to dunk my fries in.

I let out a soft breath that I feel like I have being holding in for years.

I let my head fall back into the pillows a little, just enough so I can see Brian's glorous mouth hovering above my cock.

"Can't wait," I simply say as I reach one of my hands down to stroke the side of his cheek.

"This is gonna be amazing," I reassure him, more than myself, just so he knows that even if he can't make me cum* it's still going to amazing.

[[*= Hint wink

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I turn my head slightly just to kiss his wrist, "I hope so."

I turn back the hard on in front of me. I can do this, fuck I want to do this. I'm kind of excited about the idea. I lower my mouth and take the head of his cock into my mouth, I don't want to try too much straight away. I'd end up gagging and vomiting on a lovers lap isn't really the best start to a blow job. It's not as strange as I'd expected it to be. It's just kind of... heavy.

I sweep my tongue across his slit and start suckling lightly. I ghost my other hand along his thigh, squeezing it a little in a reassuring gesture. I'm not really sure who I'm reassuring right now though.

I close my eyes a little, as it's a struggle to keep them open. I feel his tongue starting to work on me slowly, teasing me with this slow rhythm.

"Mmm, that's real nice," I say in a low voice as I stroke the side of his face again.

God, I have waited for this for so long. I know it's going to be amazing no matter what.

I drag my tongue along the length of his shaft, smiling as I hear Coby's words. I'm feeling a little more confident now and a lot more certain that I like this. I'd never have done anything like this to a chick, the idea is such a turn off. But a guy... well, Coby, just feels so fuckin' right.

I can feel my own cock twitching at this realization. Christ, I really am turning into a complete fag, aren't I?

I bring my other hand up across his chest, wanting to feel that toned body beneath my hands. I resist the bizarre temptation to poke him in the stomach and make do with gently rubbing at it instead.

I groan to myself, thinking his mouths going to move down my shaft a little, maybe to give me a little friction but I'm mistaken as his hand moves up to my stomach and strokes the skin there.

I shouldn't be judging like this. But this isn't a particularly good blow job. And I feel absolutely horrible for thinking this because it's his first try. I'd thought I'd be blowing my load in no time, but he's movements just seem to be slow, minimal and... a little too tight.

I want to tell him to do a little more, just to make me cum because I some how think I won't be without his tongue getting tired. But how?

"More, please Baby," I hope that's enough for him to realise I need a little more than suckling.

More? What does he mean more? How can I?

I try desperately hard to think of what else I can do right now, how I can do more for him but my mind's coming up blank. I try sucking a little harder, seeing if that makes any difference but I'm pretty sure I'm just making this worse.

Suddenly an idea comes to mind as I remember one of the things he did to me that I liked so much. I moan a little around his shaft, hoping the vibrations might help out my cause a little bit.

I whimper a little at the vibrations going through my cock. That made things a little better.

"God, so nice," I moan out as I open my eyes and look down at Brian.

Come on Baby, take it all in, please...

I'm a horrible lover for thinking like this. But I'm not going to come any other way. And if I don't come, he'll be upset that he couldn't get me to come.

I thread my hand into his hair, biting my tongue, hating myself as I push onto the back of his head and bunk a hips up a little.

Come on Brian, take the hint before I gag you, please...

That appears to have done the trick but now he's bucking into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat unwillingly. My mouth is being raped. I'm guessing he wants me to take more in. This probably isn't going to go to plan but I can at least try I guess.

I move my hand from his cock and hold his hips down, glaring up at him as I do so. Okay, got to do this right. I try to relax myself and take more of him into my mouth. I manage another inch or so before I can feel that wonderful gag reflex trying to come into play.

I pull back from his cock and cough violently for a few long moments, the dull pain in my ribs adding to the coughing.

"Fuckin' hell."

I turn back to him, "I can do this, I know I can."

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