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

I land on top of Zacky with a thud. I'm still laughing despite it all, something which soon stops as I hear him crying out in pain. Owie? I'd never pictured Zee as an Owie man.

I push myself up a little bit, so I'm still hovering over him but so I'm not putting all my weight on him.

"You okay, man? You fell pretty hard."

I smack the floor, "And that's not exactly bubble wrap."

"My ass, ow, I landed on my tail bone," I say with a moan.

"Gimme a minute," I say before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in.

"OK. I'm good," I say before opening my eyes. I am suddenly graced with a concerned looking Matt looking down at me with his huge, hazel eyes. Fuck...

"I-I'm really good."

He's looking at me weirdly. Was it just his ass that he hit? Then again, we are in a kind of weird position right now, I'm on top of him, he's below me. Am I making him uncomfortable being here? Then again, I can't really move, he's kinda holding me still.

"I'd have thought you'd have been used to pains in the ass." I say with a smirk.

This would be his cue to slap me and let me get away. But nothing comes. What the hell is going oooooon?

[[Oblivious Matt FTW.]]

I should be insulted, well, sort of, I should have slapped him or tackled him so I was on top of him, but I don't want to. I want to stay here, with him on top of me. I'd prefer it if we were both naked and... rubbing against each other, getting so hot and sweaty.

"Oooh Boy," I whisper to myself before leaning up a little but I think better of it.

NO! I CAN'T DO THAT! I scream to myself before pulling my head way back and actually smacking it on the hard wood floor.

"OOOOUCH!" I scream out with a moan as I hold the back of my head and tears come to my tightly closed eyes.

What the hell is going on with me? What happened to my smooth moves, my little kisses, my... my... ME!

I cock an eyebrow down at him, "Zacky, you okay? You want me to get some help or something?"

I lift his head off the floor a little checking to see for any bumps or bruises, there's nothing there, just his abnormally soft hair. I need to ask him about that some time.

This should feel way more awkward than it does. Then again, this is Zacky, it's near impossible to be awkward around him, especially not the new improved Zacky.

"Zee?"

I open my eyes again before looking back at him. I blink a few times before realising that he's fingering the hair at the back of my head and it feels so nice.

"I'm-I'm fine, just a little... weird, I guess," I say as I look back up at his eyes again and swallow the largest lump in my throat ever.

This is so awkward, my palms are sweaty, my heartbreak has included and I just wish that it'd stop, all of it. I don't want to feel like this and not act on it, not with Matt.

"You feel weird? Well that sounds normal to me." I say, with a half laugh, "You should probably lie down or something though. And not on the floor, coz y'know some wood is pretty uncomfortable, right?"

I rest myself on my knees and move my hands from his head, "You want me to help you or can you do it?"

That sounded so fuckin' patronizing. Guess I'm lucky that he's so spaced out, he won't hurt me for treating him like a little kid... or a little old lady.

"No, I'm good," I say as he climbs from my body and lends me a hand to help me up. I smile up at him before climbing to my own feet, I manage to do so without falling over as all I can hear is a dull ache in my back and the back of my head.

I smile at him before walking over to my bed and taking a seat on it.

"Ow ow ow, Ooooh not good," I let out a small cry as my back lands a little awkwardly in his tender state.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I sit next to Zacky, as carefully as I can so I don't catapult him or hurt him further. I look around to his back, pushing his shirt up a little way so I can see if there's any bruising or scractches there. There's a small dark patch towards the small of his back, I run my fingers over it.

"Does that hurt?" I ask, looking back to face him, "Am I going to have to kiss it better?"

I whimper a little as he runs his fingers lightly over the little bruise forming. It hurts, but it also tickles so good. I nod at him, not sure what I'm nodding to as I try and turn myself over onto my stomach.

I sigh as I lay on my stomach but my eyes soon widen as I feel a pressure in my jeans.

You have got to be kidding me? I can't be hard!!!

I groan and bury my head into my pillow as I wish the bed would just swallow me whole.

Poor guy, this must be more painful than I thought it was. I lean down and press a light kiss to the bruise.

"Mommy Matt strikes back." I say, laughing to myself.

I bring my hand up to his shoulder, squeezing as I lean over to talk to him, changing the subject back to the one from earlier, hoping to take his mind off the pain in his back and suchlike.

"I might leave you to wallow in your agony. All this talk about apologizing and shit from earlier has got me kind of thinking I should go and try and build some bridges with Alex. I mean, even if we can't be together, we could still be friends, right?" I sort of think outloud, "Unless you want me to stick around?"

I bite my lip as I feel his lips brush over the bruise, and over the new spot of skin that can effect me that I didn't even know I had. I look to my side as I hear him start talking to me as he squeezes my shoulders.

Matt, if you want an answer out of me that doesn't involve moans and whimpers please stop massaging me with those, big, strong, warm hands.

"Erm, you could stick around," I say in a slightly high pitched voice before clearing my throat and shaking my head.

"I mean, if you weren't ready to say your sorry to him and all. I don't, mind."

"Well to be honest I don't really know what I'd be apologizing for." I say, still continuing the unintentional massage I started. It might help him relax a little, he seems really tense.

"I just kinda miss talking to him, y'know?" I say, sighing heavily, "You should know right? I mean, with Tony and everything?"

I try to stop this before I start, it's not fair on Zacky. He's hurt himself and I'm bringing up a guy he really likes. And then I'm rambling on about my doomed love affair.

"Suppose I could just hang out here, help you with all this tension in your shoulders." I say, adjusting myself so I can sit on top of him and give him a proper massage. It's one of my many hidden talents.

"Yeah..." I say, "Well, I'm not going to tell you what to do, since I'm turning over a new leaf and all, so... you choose."

I feel like a bastard, I want him to stay here so badly! Even after what's going on with him and Alex at the moment, I'd rather have him here with these warm hands on my shoulders, and on other parts of me inside my head.

"Mmmm, you're good at that," I mutter to myself before shifting my hips a little, letting myself get a little friction to my quickly hardening dick.

"Ahhh yeah..."

I smirk to myself as I work at the knots in his shoulders, "You're not the first person to say that."

I love how this just isn't weird for us. Chicks do this kind of thing all the time. Why couldn't guys? I move a little on his back, pushing him further into the mattress as I try and get into a more comfortable position so I can work on him better.

"My boyfriend back in 'normal' school loved my back rubs. Probably a little too much in fact." I laugh a little remembering Tuomas, "He used to get off on them, used to text me late at night and inform me of this. Lead to our break up in the end coz I couldn't do anything with him."

I shift a little again so I can get further down, "In my defense though, I was 13 and didn't know how two guys could have sex."

"Hmmm-mmmm," I'm not really listening to him. All I can hear is words in the fields of sex, get off and, oh hell, that's all I can hear.

I groan to myself as I feel him shift on my back, causing me to grind my dick further down in the mattress underneath me.

"That must have being... hard," I say groaning as he finds a stop that causes my cock to twitch.

God, I love this so much, the feeling is incredible. But, I hate it as well, because it's MATT doing it to me. He's my best friend, I am not supposed to get off because of his hands on me. I'm meant to be relaxed and thankful of him releasing some tension. Not happy and moaning because he is building up even MORE tension.

I continue grinding my palms into his back, resisting the temptation to start whispering dirty things in his ear. Zacky wouldn't appreciate that, it'd be odd and he'd probably end up pushing me away. Although it would be pretty fucnny for me. If I could actually think of anything fitting. I don't even know why I want to do it, I think it's coz I'm in a really silly mood and my best friend's spreadeagled beneath me.

I'm just massaging him now, not bothering to talk, just quietly singing to myself. I'm not sure what I'm actually singing but it sounds kind of warped in my dark raspy voice.

"Slap me if I start pissing you off, yeah?"

I bite my lip and screw my eyes shut as I hear that raspy voice.

WHY THE FUCK IS HE SINGING CLOSER?!?! Of all the songs he could be singing, he had to sing THAT song.

I groan as that voice and the lyrics go right to my head, and the other head as well.

"Fuck," I mutter into the pillow.

I hate this now.

"Shit, Zee, did I h...?"

I'm cut off when I hear the loud strains of Welcome To The Jungle cutting through the comfortable atmosphere in the room. I climb off Zacky's back witrh a light slap to his shoulder by way of apology and snatch up my phone.

"Hello? Hi Alex!" I smile widely as I hear his voice, "Was just thinking about you... sort of."

I look across to Zacky who's head is still buried in the pillow, "Come see you? Well, I don't... I mean, I was hanging out with Zacky..."

Oh no he didn't.

I lift my head slowly and look back at Matt who looks like he's caught between a rock and a hard place. And obviously I am the hard place at the moment.

"Go," I mouth to him, not even sure why I doing this.

I want him to stay, but I also really want him to go so I can sort myself out. The latter is probably more in my mind right now.

"I'll be fine."

I grin widely at Zacky, covering the mouthpiece of the phone, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

I feel kind of guilty for bailing on Zacky, especially after I've hurt him and everything else. I'll think of the best possible way to make it up to him later. He deserves that. I smile to myself as I turn back to the phone and Alex.

"I'll be right up." I flip the phone shut and pocket it.

I walk across to Zacky and kiss him on the cheek, "I really will make this up to you, Zee. I just... he doesn't normally ask me to come see him and..."

I'm close to flipping out like a chick here, "I'll be your slave, okay? Anything you want, whenever you want it!"

I hear the door behind me slam shut and I sigh, relaxing back into the mattress knowing that Matt's gone and I can't get caught has made me so much more relaxed. I think over in my head what the hell he could mean by “Anything you want, whenever you want it,” and all I can hear in my head is me saying to him.

I want you to bend me over my bed, smacking my ass and fucking it hard and dirty. You’re hands on my back, gripping it and crawling it. I want it, so badly Matt and you said anything. SO GIVE IT TO ME!

I turn over onto my back with a huge sigh. I sit up a little on the bed and all but attack my belt button to get these pants off of me. I have never being so turned on in all my life. I have never being teased, I have always jacked off or made someone else do it if I was horny, I have never waited.“Come on... COME ON!” I all but scream at myself as I pull my jeans down past my throbbing member and down my thighs. I kick them off liberally, thanking God that I forgot to put some underwear on this morning. I groan as I look down and my now bruising cock. It’s so hard, so fuckin’ swollen, it actually turns me on even more if that’s possible just looking at it.

“Oooh Thank you Matt,” I say to myself, my bedroom persona coming through as I take a hold of my cock.

I moan from the contact. I take my hand away quickly and bring my hand up to my mouth, licking over my hand to give myself some kind of lubricate before letting my hand descend back onto myself again.

“Oooh come on Baby come on.”

I start up a pretty fast rhythm on my aching member, biting into my lip and looking down at myself as I stroke away. I am not going to last very long at all, I know this, but I just wish that I could last a little longer to have some sort of fantasy.

“Ah...Yeah, that’s it...”

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, seeing what images I can come up with in my head but all I can see are a pair of rough, huge hands, and I have a feeling I know where this is going. But I just don’t care, it feels too good to stop myself from thinking.

“Yeah baby, touch me.”

I groan as I run my thumb over my leaking cock, my hips bucking up a little from the insane sensation running through me. I imagine that the hands I can see are touching my dick, taking over my hand and fisting my cock violently. I buck my hips up a little into my own hand, knowing that my end is close.

“Oooh God, ah yeah-Mattie-Matt, FUCK ME!”

I'm about to walk back into the room when I hear Zacky's moans from the other side of the door. That guy doesn't waste any time getting off, does he? I roll my eyes and turn away, ready to head up to find Alex.

It's then I hear my name being called out.

Is Zacky... getting off on the thought of me? No, no, of course he isn't. His brother was called Matt too. He'll be thinking about him, getting off to the memory or something. It won't be me. People don't masturbate over me.

I sigh heavily and head up to Alex's room, suddenly not as excited about seeing him anymore.

I all but scream as I feel my seed slap back down on my thigh and hand. Fuck, I must have being horny, to get a cock shot with some fucking height.

I open my eyes looking down at the mess with a sigh.

"Fuck," I whisper to myself with a smile as I roll my thumb over the head of my cock.

"Ooh," I shudder and whimper as I feel my cock still pulsing going through the aftershocks of orgasm.

"Fuck Matt."

What, did I just say Matt? I furrow my brow and take my hand away from my dick looking around the room. I thought I only said his name in the heat of passion and because of his busy hands earlier. No, no I didn't actually get off to him. No, that's not... right.

"Jesus Christ, what's wrong with me?"

[[Zacky and Matty sitting in a tree. A-N-G-S-T-I-N-G.]]

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