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

I watch on from the other side of the room, kneeling down inside the closet, trying to find a decent sized box and some blankets.

I opt for a soft fleece and a huge shoe-box that those massive knee height Doc Marten's I brought for Tim last Christmas came in. I scoff at the box a little before placing the blanket in there roughly and taking the box from the closet and making my way over to my swivel chair and playing it on top.

I look over at Brian to see him blowing raspberries on Erika's belly. I can't help but smile, but I can't help but think about last year when Tim did this project. He got the lunch ladies to make a triple chocolate cake for him with it. And I laughed when he told me.

I wrap the little cloth diaper around Erika's middle and pin it together carefully. I raise my arms in the air triumphantly.

"Oh yeah, score one for Daddy Brian." I say, grinning, "I am the greatest Daddy in the world. Well... one of."

I look over to Coby who's sorting out a nice little crib for Erika. I look across to Erika, "Who's have thought Daddy J was so good with his hands?"

I try to resist the urge to make some dirty comment. Erika may not be real but Coby's slaps most definitely are. I make do with smirking to myself.

"I'll finish that thought when you're older."

I pick Erika up and kiss her on the head, carrying her over to Coby.

I smile and watch Brian as he places little Erika into the make shift crib. I don't say anything, I just watch with a smile as Brian makes her comfortable. He really is getting into this.

"I'm glad you are getting into this," I say with a smile, really happy that he's not going to be like Tim was, and making fun of the project and me for being so attached to the flour last year. But he wouldn't be like Tim, because he is NOTHING like him, as I know, and as Tony told me.

"It means a lot to me."

"Well I know how much it means to you." I say, smiling, "I want to at least give it a try for you."

I look down on little Erika, on her non-existent smiling little face. I can almost see a real baby there now. Something that me and Coby have made together, have brought up, something that we're going to have to look after and love for the rest of our lives. Kinda makes me wish she wasn't just a bag of flour.

"'Sides, I'm... I mean... it's good practice in case the real thing happens to us one day." I lace my arms around his middle, "And y'know if it did, in the future, I probably wouldn't be entirely averse to the whole situation."

I turn my head to look at him, his smiling face is enough to make me smile myself.

I can't believe he's even thinking about children yet. I thought I'd never be able to have children a good year ago. I would have thought that I'd be with Tim forever, being second best, a punch bag when he was pissed off, and a body to lay there when he was drunk and horny. But now, I have someone that actually loves me, and that I actually see as a future father of my child, or even a husband.

"I love you," I say simply before kissing him softly and moving in closer towards his touch and wrapping my own arm around his waist and moving my hand up his shirt.

"Love you too." I return the gentle kiss he gave me and just smile at him, staring deep into his beautiful green/blue eyes.

"So, what are the Daddy's going to do while little Erika's asleep? Coz if she wakes up and needs a cuddle or some soothing, I don't really want to be too tied up." I say, "Well, unless that's what you're into."

I wiggle my eyebrows at him, "I'm all about experimentation."

"Well, I'm not sure if we should be naughty and do naughty things around Erika. But, how else is she going to know that her two Daddy's love each other very much?" I say, trying to justify me wanting to ravage him while the baby's in the room.

"But, I think the second option weights up the first so... what were you thinking? My naughty little Angel," I say as I lean into him and hover my mouth just above his.

He loves it when I say naughty, I can just see the twinkle in his eye whenever I say it to him, especially when I put on a little bit of a British accent [like I do, apparently].

"That was so the magic word." I say, grinning at him.

I'm trying to think of how to get my ideas across to him. I'd really like to try some of this sensory depravation stuff I've heard about, blindfolding and suchlike. I'm just trying to think of how to get it across to Coby without just sounding weird.

"Y'know what I'd really like to try out?" I ask, gripping his hips and rubbing my hands over them, "Y'know they say blind people have heightened sensations?"

"Riiiiiiiiight?" I say, wanting him to explain a little more to me what he's trying to get out.

I think I have a brief idea of what he's trying to get out. Not that I have really done it, or imagined that it would be really amazing. But I can imagine that blindfolding him is what he is trying to get out.

"So, you want me to... like, blindfold you?" I ask him.

"See, it sounds weird when it's said outloud." I say, looking down to the floor and laughing a little, "It's kinda the anticipation, not knowing what someone's doing, not being able to see what they have planned. It's putting that much trust into someone, it just seems very... I dunno, appealing to me."

I look back up at him, "I really hope I'm making sense here. I know what I mean, y'know? I just want to put myself completely in your control."

"Oooooh right, I get you now," I say as I lace my arms around his waist and rub his lower back, pushing his shirt up as I do so.

I'm not so sure about this. I have never seen the appeal in it myself, but that's probably because I have never done it. But if that's what Brian wants, so I might as well be willing to give it a try.

"So, do you want me to find something to blindfold you with?" I say with a grin.

I grin at him, "I would like that very much."

I've never felt confident enough to talk about my weird little fantasies with anyone before. Then again, I know Coby wouldn't ever judge me for them. He'd just try and make them come true.

"As long as we don't use Little Miss Poopy's old diaper anyway," I say, with a little laugh, "I draw the line at some things."

"Don't kill the mood Brian," I say with a laugh.

I lean down and kiss him softly before making my way away from him, reluctantly, and going over to my desk, to find a bandana or something.

"You get yourself comfy or something and I'll find something I can use."

I hunt more in the drawers, trying to find something I can use to blindfold him.

"Hey, I was just drawing the line. Lines need drawing."

I don't know what I'm even saying anymore. I shake my head and climb back on the bed. I prop the pillows up and lean back on them, getting comfortable. I'm contemplating getting a teeny bit of a head start, I have got a fine view in front of me, seems a shame to waste it.

I unbutton my jeans quickly and slip my hand into my boxers, a loud shuddering sigh coming from my mouth as I take hold of myself.

I furrow my brow as I search further into my drawers, trying to find something like a bandana but all I can find are hats, little trinkets and empty hair spray bottles.

"Hmmm..." I say to myself as I open another draw and I find myself a scarf.

"Ah-HA?" I cry out in victory and confusion as I pull the scarf from my draw and eye ball it. I don't remember ever getting this, buying it, or using it. Unless...

I narrow my eyes at the silk scarf before throwing it in the garbage bin with a grunt before going on my search again.

I am NOT, and I repeat, NOT using something on my boyfriend that my horrible ex probably used on one of his friends when he was bored with me.

I still all movements on myself now, "Have all my bandannas miraculously disappeared again? Like my favourite eyeliner?"

I pull my hand from my pants and crawl to the end of the bed, "You'd think your gangsta ass..." SLAP "... would have a fucking ton of them lying around somewhere."

I get off the end of the bed and rest my hands on his shoulder, "Or we could do something else, perhaps do this when we're a little better prepared."

"Ah-HA!" I yell in victory as I pull one of my bandana's from my drawer, all but smacking Brian in the face as I pull my hand from the drawer.

I laugh as I knock him onto his ass from shock.

"Awww, I'm sorry Angel, got a little excited," I laugh as I stand to my feet and help him up.

He pouts at me and I show him the bandana with a grin.

"I think I'm prepared now."

I get up from the floor, cursing the person who decided that concrete covered with wood was a good idea for a floor covering. What about marshmallows? Seriously, they'd be far better. Especially in an all boys school where the majority of the students are gay or bisexual.

I rub at my ass, "Ow. Bastard floor."

I kick the floor, forgetting I don't actually have my shoes on anymore and that floors hit back.

"Ow!"

I pout again, "I'm not doing too well, you're going to have to make me feel better now, Cobes. And tell that damn floor off."

"Sssh," I say to Brian as I push him away from the desk, him limping as I do so.

I shake my head at him a little with a grin as I push him onto the bed and notice how his jeans are undone, and he's got quite a bulge growing in his pants.

"Ooooh, I think I can make you feel better about the mean floor," I say with a smirk before handing him the bandana.

"Make yourself comfortable with it, as I try to think of what I am going to do to you."

I take hold of the bandanna and fold it up so I won't be able to see through it, no matter how hard I try. I put it over my eyes and tie it nice and tightly, so it won't slip off and also coz I weirdly like the amount of pressure the tight knot's putting on me. It's not too much so that I'd pass out, but it is pretty firm.

I lean back and get comfortable on the bed, feeling my way around so that I don't fall off and hurt myself again. I can just see me managing that. I'm ever so talented in that respect nowadays.

"Please tell me I'm not right at the edge or something, I'd like to not die."

"Of course I will Angel," I say with a smile as I look up at him.

He has got the biggest grin on his face I have ever seen, he is obviously really excited about this, which I don't really get, but I'm not going to dispute it.

"So, are you excited about this?" I ask him as I move my hand up to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons as I go down his torso.

I pay extra attention to each button, taking my time as I unbutton each button. One by one.

Everything already feels different. I can hear his beautiful, soft voice so much clearer, every little wavering tone in it is more amplified than usual. I can feel him removing my shirt, his fingers brushing over the fabric and across my skin. He probably thinks I'm completely fucking mental, or that I want to imagine someone else but I don't think either of them could be further from the truth. I mean, I am insane but that's besides the point.

"Very."

I lean back and just focus on the feelings of him against me. It's easier to take everything in when I don't have to watch it happening too.

As I push his shirt from his shoulders with a little help from him, I try to think of something that I can do that will feel amazing and insane all at the same time.

I take my hands from him momentary as I throw my own shirt off with his on the floor. I go about taking off his pants, slowly, brushing my fingers over the skin above the top of his denim jeans.

I don't say anything to him just yet, as I am still trying to think of the perfect thing for him, I'm just killing time with the removal of all our clothes at the moment.

I smile to myself as I feel his fingers on my body. He's sending shivers down my spine just with this simple light touch. It feels so nice and it's just his hands. I must be losing it.

"Mmmmm."

I can just picture him in my mind, his face, his eyes, his body, his everything. I think this is part of the reason I wanted to do this. I want to know that I know him so well, I can picture him perfectly. I want to know I'll always be able to picture him even when I'm not with him.

That and the aforementioned anticipation and suchlike.

I smile as he grins even more, if that's even possible.

"Is this nice?" I ask him as I push his jeans and his underwear from his body, my hands snaking down his legs as I do so.

Right, need an idea. Something incredible. Something he'll always remember. Something... we can share. And then it hits me. I grin when an idea crosses my mind.

"I'll be right back, I have to get... something," I smirk to myself as I climb from his lap, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off easily as I go.

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