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

I force my eyes open as I feel his mouth on my body. He looks so fucking hot. I groan with the sheer eroticism of the image.

"Cobes, baby..." I say amid heavy pants, "Are you trying to get me hard again? Seriously, that's just about the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I close my eyes again and just imagine what's going on, my eyes are too heavy to stay open right now. I can't believe I got off so easily from having his hand up my ass. I guess I really am gay now.

I finish licking up all the salty juices from him, now just leaving little kisses across his slightly greasy chest in my wake.

"So, now I think it's my turn for something Brian-esque," I smirk, "Don't you? Or do you think you're about to die of pleasure now and I'll have to tend to myself?"

I sit up from my position in between his legs, picking up his legs from my back and laying them down gently next to me.

"I'm already dead." I say, pushing my hair from my face before turning to him, "But if you can handle zombie lovin', I'd be happy to help you out."

I bring my hand to his stomach, fingers tapping across the skin, "Just don't rip off any of my extremities, okay?"

I turn onto my side, propping my head up, "What kind of Brian-esque ideas did you have in mind?"

Please give me an actual answer, I want to know what kind of things you think I could actually handle. I screwed up the blow job this morning, I can't think of anything else short of a quick hand job and that's just very, very boring. Well, not boring per se, I'd just like to try something else. I don't want my hand to be the only thing that brings him to an orgasm, he can do that himself.

I lay down so we are both laying on our sides facing each other.

"Well, did I ever tell you that I... this is gonna sound kinda stupid, but, I have a slight kink for water and... liquids. It just feels so good," I clear my throat before starting to tell him about my fetishes.

"So, if you want to work with that, I won't say no," I grin at him.

That's given me absolutely no ideas whatsoever. Fantastic. I'm really hoping by liquids he doesn't mean the whole 'water-sports' thing that we accidentally came across while on those porn fetish sites a while back. That was wrong on so many levels.

I have a vague idea of something to do but it still involves a goddamn handjob. I'm so fuckin'... gay virgin.

"So, what exactly do you mean by that? Like, your ultimate fantasy..."

Maybe if I can get him to talk about the fantasies I'll have ideas for what I can do with him in the future with this. And if he's telling me it while I'm jerking him off, it's not as if he's not getting anything out of it either.

"Well," I rest my head back on the pillow with a little chuckle, "I've always had this one fantasy that I haven't really had the guts to ask someone for yet. But, if you're just asking then I guess it's not so bad, right?"

I stop talking for a second before clearing my throat, just so I can actually start to tell him what my fantasy actually is.

"I've-I have always wanted to fuck around with a guy in the shower," I say with a smile, "Y'know, seeing your boyfriend all wet and dripping, soaping you up and Oooohhh..."

I can feel my cock pulsing just thinking about it.

Okay, so he's not a completel headcase who wants me to piss on him. I can handle that. And that fantasy does sound pretty hot.

"All wet and soapy in a shower?" I repeat, "Shame the showers here are always full of people, isn't it? Otherwise I'd maybe have suggested sneaking down there, perhaps having a bit of fun."

I bring my hands over him, moving closer to hm on the bed, nudging at his hard on with my knee, "So what else would this involve? Just a bit of messing around?"

"It'd be me, and the guy," you, "just touching each other kissing heavily under the water. But, it's gotta be slightly cold, not ice cold, but not hot either. So it can bring goosebumps to the surface, y'know?"

I don't know why I'm telling him all this. It's pretty much impossible to have shower sex of any description in this place unless you are an exhibitionist, or you're shooting a private porno with Brody's permission to lock down the showers.

"So, yeah, that's pretty much it, just... dirty fucking in a clean way. If that makes any sense to you."

I smile at that, "That sounds... strangely romantic."

Which considering it's supposed to be sexy was probably the wrong thing to say. I bring my hand to his dick so that I can hopefully distract him with pleasure in case I say the wrong thing now.

"I dunno, something about that whole thing seems really intimate." I say, lazily jacking him off, "And I'd love to try it sometime. If you can handle the fact I seem to have suddenly turned into a chick over the whole thing."

"I think it would as well, well, not when it's in this place," I say, "I always imagined it'd be me and you, in one of these huge showers you see on Cribs with candles and..." I stop now before I start a whole Romanticism story before I say something that I'll regret later.

I let out a sigh as he starts to lazily jack me off.

"Are you trying to distract me with fantasy talk so you can touch my cock?" I ask him with a little cheeky smile.

I bring my other hand to my chest in a mock display of disgust, "Would I do something like that?"

I scooch slightly closer, moving one leg between his, keeping us as close as I wish were were emotionally. As I do so, I continue to jack him off.

"As your boyfriend, I'm pretty sure I have permission to touch your cock whenever I like." I say with a cheeky grin, before moving to him and kissing him, "Wherever I like. If the mood took me in, say, one of the few lessons we shared together, I would because I can. And you wouldn't be able to stop me."

I have no idea what I'm saying now. I worry about myself sometimes.

I widen my eyes a little at him, he's being very... assertive. It's actually a real turn on, in contrast to his innocence which is also a great turn on for me.

"Well, I guess I can't do anything about it then, can I?" I smirk before leaning back in to kiss his lips again. A sloppy kiss with all tongues, teeth and every now and then lips. Bliss.

I move against his hand a little, bucking my hips into his clenched fist, biting Brian's lip as his thumb rolls over my weeping cock. I close my eyes within the kiss, dipping into the fantasy that we were talking about earlier.

I love you Brian, I really, really love you.

[[

, now for some emo Brian, haha.]]

I almost feel like a pervert for doing it but I just watch him as we kiss, my eyes open even though I know how annoyingly it can be. I just stare at the look of utter contentment on his face as I kiss him, as I touch him. I move my hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my hand. It's selfish of me to wish that it beat for me, just me when he's already made it clear that he doesn't want to fall in love in this place, that he can't fall in love here.

It's only when he bucks against my hand that I realize how far gone I was in self-pity, I'd stopped any kind of movement on him. I start up again, muttering an apology against his lips.

I want to tell him again so badly, I want to see if anything has changed. There are moments when it feels like things have, when I think that maybe he does love me, that this is more than just a school fling. I could have sworn I'd heard him whisper the words to me before when we've been laid together but they've always turned out to be my dreams.

I force myself to stop wallowing and start concentrating on making him feel good again, making him feel amazing. If I'm going to have any chance of him falling for me, I need to be able to at least bring him to orgasm.

I feel him apologise against my lips, and I furrow my brow as I pull away a little.

"Sorry for what?" I ask him a slightly breathy voice as I rest my forehead against his own.

He looks slightly worried, but he's still smiling and still jerking me off, so he can't be too worried about whatever it is he's worried about right. I look into his eyes, trying not to let my own close as I just want to stare into them.

I love you. I FUCKIN' love you. I love you so damn...

Damnit, this is never going to sound right in my head, is it? OK... how am I going to fuckin' tell him this? How? It needs to be perfect... like him.

I press my forehead to his, a little confused by the slightly frustrated look in his eyes. Am I doing this wrong too? I change my tack a little, moving my hand in a slightly different way hoping maybe that's a little better for him.

"You have no idea how fuckin' hot you look when you're like this." I say, trying to keep my mouth busy so I don't start asking if I'm screwing up, "So fuckin' perfect."

I smile at him before moving back to his mouth and kissing him again.

I love you. I love you. I lurve you. I.. I can't do this.

I moan slightly out of frustration but mostly because of my nearing end. I pull away from Brian's lips and tilt my head up a little, and close my eyes.

"Oooh baby, ahhh..." I warn him him as he squeezes my cock tightly one final time. I whimper again and buck away from him slightly as I shot my load all over his hand and lap. This feels so amazing, my dick is literally pulsing from the feeling.

"Fuck, Iloveyou."

My eyes widen and my grip untintentionally tightens, "W-what did you just..."

I'm slenced by a pained cry and I realize I've got his sensitive, dwindling dick in a vice grip. Shit, that didn't quite go right. I let go with a shy smile and move my hand back to my side.

Did I hear him right? Did I just... did he just tell me that he loved me? A huge grin comes across my face before I've even heard the answer.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?" I ask, "Or was it just a whole load of wishful thinking on my part?"

"Ow." I let out a little cry as he releases his grip on me. I let out a huge breath I feel like I've being holding in for years and bring my hand down to my dick, stroking it, apologising to it on Brian's behalf.

"I hope I said it," I offer to him.

I really hope I did manage to say it, it was kinda forced out of me. Not that my feelings are forced. It's just... it's a hard thing to say when you've only said it once, and that once changes everything.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I said it," I smile, "I... I love you Brian."

Finally.

I grin almost maniacally, pinching my arm just to make sure I'm not dreaming. Of course one pinch doesn't convince me and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a sore spot there now.

He loves me, he actually loves me, Coby loves me. My face feels like it's going to split in half I'm smiling so much.

"And I love you Coby." I say, trying to control the massive urge I have right now.

Of course this being me, it takes a matter of seconds before I'm overtaken with said urge and I dive on top of him, repeating over and over that I love him while kissing whatever part of his face I can get to. I'm such a dork.

I laugh and try to shake my head, but it's pretty hard to when you're being molested with kisses from your over excited boyfriend. I grin just as widely as him right now.

"I'm so glad that I made you so happy," I smile as I push him away from me a little.

"Because I really do love you, I have for ages. I just didn't say it earlier... because I was worried our relationship would change, and not for the better. But, now I know that's not going to happen."

I smile at him before taking his face into my hands and wiping my thumb across his lip, "I love you."

It feels so damn good to be able to say that again.

Everytime he says it, my smile grows that little bit wider. There's a weird kind of lump in my throat but I force it down, I am not going to cry with happiness over this. That's just daft.

"Things aren't going to change." I say, smiling, "Well, I mean now you've said that you're stuck with me coz I don't let go easily. I'll also be dropping not so subtle hints about marriage and suchlike..."

I can't help but laugh at my own lame attempts at humour. I'm too happy right now to think of anything remotely normal to say right now, instead I just bury myself in Coby's neck and giggle to myself.

I smile to myself and laugh a little, copying his laugh as he buries his head into my neck. I rest my head down onto his and kiss his hair, stroking the back of his neck with my free hand.

I don't cay anything, just lay here and smile. I'm just happy that I can finally say all the words I want to to show him how much he means to me without worrying he's going to flip out at me or break my heart by fucking around with someone else.

I shake my head a little, trying to forget about him and just focus on Brian, the boy I have fell for, the boy that has made me believe that I can love again, the boy that isn't, and will never be anything like Tim fuckin' Armstrong.

[[Well, I think it's time for something else now. Since I think that's a pretty good ending. Would you like to do the honours?]]

I'm hitting F5 so often, the screen has become a blur of blue and white. No-one is bothering to talk to me. No-one has bothered to talk to me for the longest damn time. It's getting frustrating. I'm trying to find out who's stealing all of my thunder, who's raping me of my ~~fans~~ friends but so far there's nothing!

"Love me, you bastards!" I hiss at my laptop.

I spot a new message icon popped up under my gorgeous body and a wide smile comes across my face. I click it and see that it's, sadly, from one of my ugly fans. Well, I suppose they deserve my responses as much as the next person. Well, maybe not AS MUCH but they need to feel special sometimes, I'm the only person who'll dare to talk to someone so horrificly hideous.

I always was a giver.

I sigh as I walk around the corner up to Mick's room. I can't believe I have managed to talk myself into this. Why in the world would I need to apologise to Mick to turn my life around? I could easily just try and be nicer to him, but no, I have to go all the way, don't I?

I bite my lip as I think about whether I should knock on the door or just open the door. I mutter to myself about how much I am over thinking this before shaking my head and pulling the door open and look around the door frame inside the room.

"Knock knock."

I recognize that voice anyway. I arch one perfect eyebrow before spinning round slowly on my chair.

"Well, look who's come crawling back." I say, smrking at him.

He looks awful. He's wearing a fuckin' check shirt, that isn't way too tight. His pants actually fit him. He looks... normal. I try not to let my shock register, no need for it really. I'm sure he still looks the same under those clothes.

"What do you want?"

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