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

I smile up at him, "OK then."

I snuggle down into Matt's arm, my arm falling over his waist, pulling myself closer to him.

"It feels so nice to be cuddling something that's breathing again," I say without even thinking.

I might be tired to let something like that slip. I know I am though as my eyes start to close without my consent and sleep starts to overtake me.

"Night, Mattie."

I rest my head in the crook of his neck, twining our legs together and pulling him to me. It's times like this I love being a big guy, means I can get my cuddle partner in my arms like this and just hold them protectively. As if my arms can stop anything hurting them. I love being able to make someone feel protected.

"Night Zee." I press an innocent kiss to his neck and cuddle up under the covers with him.

[[What nooooooow? Haha! Wait 'til tomorrow for the Brian/Corey dream?]]

[[Seems like the best plan, haha! I shall type it up bright and early. And squee coz I actually get some Corian! YAY!!!!! FIRST OF IT'S FUCKIN' KIND!]]

[[HAVE FUN!!!!]]

I’ve never been bored in music before. I blame the fact I’m being forced to restring my own guitar while everyone else gets to play. It’s just unfair. I snip the final string to a decent length just as the bell rings. When did this place get a bell?

“Okay, guys I’ll see you next week.” Corey tells the class, moving his red Dean aside.

He points to me, “Brian, can you stay behind please?”

Fuck, what have I done now?

The other students file out leaving only myself and Corey in the room. I watch as the young teacher locks the door. He approaches my desk and perches on the corner.

“So, Brian, do you know why I’ve kept you behind?”

I shake my head. I’ve been the model student all lesson.

“No, Corey.”

He narrows his eyes at me, “It’s sir to you Haner.”

He pushes my chair back and straddles my legs, something a man of his stature should not be doing. He’s heavy and it’s uncomfortable. Of course this is the last thing going through my mind right now. I’m more curious as to why he’s on top of me. He’s looking at me as thought he’s searching for an answer.

“S-s-sorry, sir?” I offer.

A dirty smirk plays upon his lips, “That’s better.”

His hand moves between us and grabs at my hard-on, a hard-on I didn’t even realize I had. He seems satisfied with my startled cry.

“You, Haner, have been distracting me. All lesson with that hand over that damn guitar neck.”

He removes his hand and rolls his hips against mine. A whimper leaves my lips. I can feel him pressing against my own arousal and I’m a little afraid, he’s fuckin’ huge.

“You made me lose my concentration, Brian.”

My name has never sounded quite so sexy. Brian in a hot, heavy, growling Floridian drawl is possibly the sexiest way I’ve ever heard it.

I stammer out an apology, as my head falls back at the continuing movements he’s making against me.

“Damn right it won’t.”

Corey stands up and pulls me to my feet by my wrist. His free hand grabs my face.

“You are a fucking hot son of a bitch, Haner.” He hisses, “But you’re cocky. You need to learn obedience.”

He kisses me, rough, harsh and demanding. I’m scared but I am so fuckin’ turned on. He’s pretty much tongue raping me. ~~Willingly.~~

He pulls back and spins me around throwing me face first against the desk. He holds my head down with one hand and pulls my pants down just below my ass with the other.

“Even hotter out of your pants.” He punctuates his comment with a hard slap to my ass, causing me to cry out.

I try to turn to face him. He slaps me again and grips my hair, pulling my head up roughly.

“I didn’t say you could look at me.”

This is so close to the big ‘R’ word, to everything I’ve already been through but for some reason it’s turning me the fuck on.

“Sorry, sir.”

He drops my head, I wince as it hits the desk, “Good boy.”

I can hear his belt being unbuckled, the button popping, the zip being pulled down.

“Now, baby, don’t be a little bitch when I’m pounding into that sweet ass of yours. I fuckin’ hate it when they cry.”

He forces himself into me, roughly with no kind of preparation. It hurts so bad but it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, Haner, you’re tight. I’d have thought Shaddix would have loosened you up.” Corey growls in a low voice as he begins thrusting into me, painfully and unapologetically. He slaps my ass everytime I scream for him.

It feels so fucking amazing. He’s hitting my spot with every thrust. The hand which isn’t slapping me is fisted tightly in my hair, pulling my head up. It’s painful but it feels so fucking good. I need some kind of friction though, the desk isn’t affording me any and I’m literally aching to get off.

“Corey, please…”

His grip in my hair tightens and he pulls my head back further.

“Did I say you could speak, bitch?” He hisses.

His angry voice goes straight to my dick, I’m trying to think straight to form the words to respond to him but I’m coming up with nothing.

“Did I?”

“N-n-no, sir!”

“Damn right I didn’t.”

He lets go of my hair and my head falls to the table with a thunk. I can feel him pressing against my back as his hand wraps around my neglected erection.

“This what you wanted, eh?” He asks, tugging my dick roughly, “My cock up your ass not good enough for you?”

His other hand moves from my raw butt and grips harshly at my hips. His thrusts are erratic now, I can only assume he’s close. As I feel him coating my insides with a low guttural cry of my name, I’m pushed over the edge too.

I bite at my own fist to stop myself crying out, the pain intensifying the orgasm, but it’s no good…

“Corey…”

My eyes snap open and I can feel the heat coating my lower stomach. The embarrassment overtakes me now as I realize it was just a dream. I’m not being fucked by my kinda hot music teacher, I’m cuddled up in bed with my very hot boyfriend.

Oh God, I hope Coby didn’t hear me calling Corey’s name.

[[I'm assuming that Brian is going to fess up to Coby about this the next morning because he feels so bad? Or is Coby gonna be awake and hear him?]]

[[Could be either. Brian could be trying to hide what happened and it could turn out Coby heard him. Whichever way you want to take this.]]

Last edited by Zacky on Fri Apr 04, 2008 7:40 pm; edited 1 time in total

TIS MEANT TO BE JACOBY!!!!

[[OK. I am feeling amusing. Yay!

]]

I smile in my sleep as I hear my name being called. Well, it sounded like Corey's name being called, but it was from Brian so it had to be my name, right?

"Mmmm, Coby's not in right now. Please leave a message inda fa beee..."

I turn back onto my back, my mouth open as I'm still unconscious. A snore leaves my lips, going back into my dream.

--

"Order! Order in the Court! Matt stop trying to get Zacky to come back to the toilets with you. Zacky, loosen up and stop being such a prude. Alex, Chris, will you two please just START fucking. Brian, stop being so rich and stop having such a good family life. Why the hell is everyone so topsey turvy all of a sudden!!?"

AHHHHHHH!!!

[Don't. Ask.]]

I look down at Coby as he snuggles back into the duvet. I sometimes worry about that guy. He obviously didn't hear me then, I'm safe for now. I wish I knew where that dream had come from. I've had prono dreams before but since being here they've only ever involved Coby [and that one which had the entire cast of the Fantastic Four films but I was stoned and fell asleep during an intense discussion between myself, Zacky, Coby and Matt over who was the best looking.]

I sneak out of the bed, leaving with a little kiss to Coby's cheek, to grab a new pair of boxers and clean off my stomach. I'm not cuddling up with him if I'm sticky. It's not fair on either of us. I wipe down my stomach quickly and grab the cleanest pair of underwear I can find, typically it's completely different to the ones I had on earlier. Ugh, I hope Coby doesn't notice.

I climb back into bed with his, wrapping my arms around his middle and cuddling close. I press a sweet kiss to his shoulder.

"Love you."

I've made do with saying this late at night when I know he can't hear me. I figure at least that way I'll be able to hold it in during the day.

A FEW HOURS LATER

My eyes flutter open and I'm greeted with the cold wall pressed against my back with my face buried into Brian's hair. I shake my head and blink a few times, trying to wake myself up.

I look to the window and see that it's light behind the cheap nylon curtains, which tells me it must be time for me to get up.

I stretch and look down at Brian, laying there with my thumb nearing his mouth as his eyes twitch under his eyelids. I grin to myself at how incredibly cute he is.

"God, I really am lucky to have you," I mutter to myself with a smile.

I bend down and press a chase kiss to his exposed shoulder, "Love you."

Hopefully I have get the confidence to say that to you when you're awake soon.

[[*flails maniacally*]]

The head penguin approaches me with an evil glare on his face. I say evil glare, it's more like a mind blowingly adorable stare.

"You, Brian Elwin Haner Jr, have been charged with eating our friend, Chicken Joe..."

"I didn't! I swear! I don't even like chicken!" I yelp.

"You have been sentenced to death by FLIPPER SLAP!"

I move back against the wall as the penguins advance on me, all of them chanting 'flipper slap, flipper slap, flipper slap!'.

"No! No, no, don't hurt me!"

I flail my arms around trying to get away from the scary, red eyed penguins.

"I'm too young to..."

I roll over on my back and open my eyes, "Die..."

I look over to the body above me. Coby looks a little confused and somewhat concerned. I'm not surprised considering the fact I was just begging not to be hurt and insisting I was too young to die.My embarrassed smile comes across my face, "Um, I ate the wrong bucket of KFC and the penguins were trying to kill me."

I laugh at his cute embarrassment. He's so sweet when he blushes.

"Awww, penguin nightmares are the worst," I grin as I reach my fingers out to run them across his rosy cheek.

"So, apart from the killer penguins, did you have a nice sleep?"

I ask as I continue to run my finger tips gently across his face, brushing away any strands of wild hair so I can see nothing but his beautiful face.

"Of course I did, I was back with you." I say, smiling.

I'm such a sap sometimes but it's true. Even with my weird dreams, I've slept better knowing I've got him by my side again. Shit, the dreams. I hope he didn't hear me. I can feel my blush growing again.

"And what about you, my prince?" I ask, covering my blush with another stupid cringeworthy comment in hope he doesn't notice.

"Yeah, had a weird as dream that I was a Court room judge and everyone was, like the opposite of how they are, like Zacky was a shy prude, Mick was a butch straight jock. It was... so odd."

I laugh before shaking my head and look back at Brian's face. I notice a little blush on his cheeks and I grin.

"God, you are so cute when you blush," I say as I move a little closer to him, cupping his cheeks in my hands and resting on his now healed chest.

"So, what are you thinking about?"

"A Judge?" I say, smirking, "I can just picture that, you in just the robes handing down obscene punishments to us all."

I bring my hand to his toned chest, I've not really had much of a chance to touch him since I came back, what with the whole 'Shit the pain' thing and all. I smile as I feel his skin beneath my hand.

"Servant boys licking your feet, feeding you grapes. Okay, why have you turned into some kind of Roman God?"

I shake my head to try and rid myself of the images. Much better. I don't like sharing, I don't really want him surrounded by thousands of servant boys. Just me. I lean up to kiss him, a massive grin on my face until a screaming, moaning Corey reappears back in my head. I drop back onto the bed, yelping a little in pain.

"Damnit!"

I bite my tongue and look down at him.

"Hurt yourself, baby?"

I ask with a grin as I grab his hand on my chest to my heart.

"Here, let me," I grin as I lean down and kiss him on the lips. Only softly at first but I soon progress the kiss, slinging my leg over his and pulling myself closer to him.

God, I am glad I can do this with him again.

I have missed this so fucking much, how good he tastes despite his morning breath - it's sweeter than anything which comes from my mouth all day. I bring a hand up to the back of his neck, fingering the short strands of hair at the back.

“Now, baby, don’t be a little bitch when I’m pounding into that sweet ass of yours. I fuckin’ hate it when they cry.”

Oh God, NOOOOO. I moan a little into the sort of innocent kiss, it's unintentional but the images now assaulting my eyeballs are damn hot.

“You are a fucking hot son of a bitch, Haner.”

Just once I'd love to be able to be involved in an intimate position with my boyfriend without vivid flashbacks. Please?

I'm a little surprised by his particularly low moan he emits during the kiss/ But I do have to admit, this kiss is pretty fucking hot.

I moan myself as I shift more onto his body, now so I'm straddling his hips and grinding my hips down onto his.

I break away from his slightly, just to tell him, "God, I have missed this so much."

My voice is airy as I talk. I groan a little before leaning down again and going back into the open mouth kisses we were just sharing.

Oh God, Cor.. COBY! I can't do this if I'm imagining someone else, it's not fair. But it feels so fucking good. I move my hips back up against it as I kiss him, trying to remember that this is sexy Coby, not also sexy Corey.

I break back from his mouth for a brief moment to look over himwith a smile and to regain my breath.

"Fuck, Corey, you're so fuckin' hot."

Wait, did I say Corey or Coby? Why do they have to have such similar names?!

I grin before stroking his face and leaning down to kiss him again.

Wait, did he just say Corey?

I stop kissing him for a second and pull away from his lips, my brows furrowed together. Why is he thinking about Corey?

"Corey?" I ask, "You, you're thinking about Corey?"

"Not intentionally?" I offer.

It's not exactly a lie. I didn't ask for my dream to come back to my mind right now! I wanted to make out, maybe more, with my hot boyfriend and that damn guitarist jumped into my damn brain.

"You're the one I want, you know that right? I just... there was a dream and... my brain is working against me. I'm sorry, baby."

I raise my eyebrow to him.

"A dream?"

He looks terrified right now, as if I'm about to dump him because of a dream. Sure, it's a sex dream, but I have sex dreams about other people all the time. It's not like I am going to ask on them.

"Just a dream, you're not going to go into any details with me?"

I ask, trying to sound dead serious so I can get a little more out of him. I know it's mean, but he does deserve a little punishment, I mean, he got me confused with an... old man, ewww.

"You want details?" I ask, my voice choked, "You sure?"

I shake my head. Well if that's what it's going to take, then I guess I better tell him everything. And hope to God I don't get hard imagining it all again. I don't think I could take that shame.

"Okay, well... I was in class and he asked me to stay behind." I say, feeling myself heating up, "And he came over to me and told me that I'd been distracting him and that he needed to teach me a lesson. So, uh, he just bent me over the desk and fucked me. And that was totally it."

I nod furiously.

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh out loud. He looks so nervous and he's heating up.

Awwww, it's his first gay sex dream. How cute?

"So, was it good?" I ask him as I fold my arms over my chest.

I know I am being a complete bastard. But I am still a little pissed off that his first gay sex dream was NOT about me. Oh was that his first.

Hmmmm, I shall have to find that out as well.

I'm a terrible boyfriend.

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