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

I take his finger into my mouth, lapping at the goo left there, nipping at the soft pad with a massive grin. I release his finger and kiss the tip.

"So, I did good then? After turning you into a crazed mess of a man anyway." I say, still with a crazed grin on my face, "Coz that first time looked a hell of a lot more successful than some of my others."

I continue grinning at him before I jump up and kiss him on the cheek for no reason other than the fact I can.

I smile at his over active nature to the whole thing. I love so much that he is so willing to learn like this, and that he's so loving and happy when he's done anything right. I almost sometimes feel like I have to give him a gold star or something.

"Yes, you did very good Brian," I laugh a little before reaching up to stroke his hair out of his face, "so good in fact, that I think that you and me should, you know, go all the way pretty soon, yeah?"

I am asking him this as I'm playing with the strands of hair on the back of his neck, which is probably unfair play as I know that that's one of the places which turn him into a mess of a boy.

I purr contentedly like some bizarre cat-like creature as his fingers caress my hair. He could make me agree to anything right now, bastard. I officially don't love him anymore. Or love him more than ever, I haven't really decided which yet.

I can just hear what he's saying right now, going the whole way. Yeah, that'd be quite wonderful. I'd really like that. I need to think of words to say this to him though.

"Yeah," I say in a dreamy voice, "I'd like that..."

"Yeah?" I ask him as he looks like a cat right now.

I cock my eyebrow at him and continue my movements, is he even hearing what I am saying right now to him? Well, there is only one way to find out.

"Brian? Would you like me to slap your ass with a fried chicken fillet?" I ask him in the same voice I have being using for the past... however long.

I can now tell whether he meant the last thing he agreed to or not.

All I heard then was fried chicken, I'm not really sure what he means but I'm assuming it's something to do with lunch.

"Grilled's healthier." I announce as he continues his movements on me, "You don't think I stay this hot eating KFC."

I think I could die happy here, just Coby petting me, the after orgasm calm that's come over us now. I think I'm sleepier than he is right now and he's the one who's just come. That's not really normal behaviour.

I stop stroking his hair for a second, much to his disapproval before asking him again, as he was obviously in a hair petting world of his own.

"Angel, I asked you if you'd like me to slap your ass with some fried chicken, but that is besides the point..." I say before he can dispute it.

"I asked you if it was OK for us to go all the way, like soon?" I ask him, in a pretty serious voice, as I am pretty damn serious about this.

How dare he stop with my hair? Bastard. I have a good mind to deny him any request he makes now, just as payback. But then I hear what he's actually asking me.

The whole way, I'm assuming that's going to involve him making love to me. I should be a little more nervous, I mean considering the only time anything like this has happened with me was when I was far too young to understand. It was nasty and painful and it completely destroyed me. It should really be setting off alarm bells. But the thought of Coby doing this for me, erasing all the bad memories and making everything okay for me, isn't so bad at all.

"I want nothing more than to go all the way with you, baby." I say, smiling sincerely up at him, "I love and trust you, I want my first time to be with you."

I grin insanely happy at him as the words leave his lips. I lean forward, closer to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a hug.

"Awww Baby, you have made me the happiest guy on the campus, thank you," I say to him as I hug him.

I look down at his face and say sincerely, "I promise to make it the best experience for you, ever."

God, I am so happy now!

"I don't doubt that you will." I say, still half crushed in a Coby death cuddle. The best kind of death cuddles.

I can't believe I've actually agreed to this. I can't believe my first time - willingly - is going to be with a guy. I'd always expected it to be with some chick I met at a gig or Scarlett. But no, I'm losing it with a man, a man I've fallen in love with. I still don't really know what my sexuality is, I know I like guys, I think I still like girls.

Fuck, why am I even focusing on this? I should be focusing on the guy next to me who's raping me of my air.

I can tell that he's struggling for air here so I let him go from the hug, smiling sheepishly at him.

"Sorry, just a little excited I guess," I say with a slightly nervously laugh before sitting back up and looking down at him.

"So, what did you wanna do?" I ask him before looking down at his come splattered chest, "besides getting cleaned up..."

I scooch up the bed a little and lean against the headboard, throwing an arm out in a dramatic fashion.

"I wish to write a sonnet about all the beauty that your eyes hold!" I say in a grand, 'English' accent, "Oh Jacoby, my love, I... and then I kinda lose momentum. Maybe I need to see them closer up."

I move my face closer to his, so my nose is touching his. I'm staring at him like a crazed, wide-eyed owl.

"Your eyes are green, the colour of grass and my God, you've got a fine ass."

I laugh a little under my breath before staring at his own eyes, matching his crazed owl stare.

"And your eyes are brown, sometimes black, like dark chocolate, and damn, you have a hot body," I say before nodding.

"Your turn now, what else do you love about me?"

I poke him in the stomach.

"Cheat, at least mine rhymed."

I stare at him again, tilting my head to the side trying to think of something just right to say now.

"I love your soft lips, your wonderful mouth." I kiss him to get my point across, "And I'm all too enamoured with what you've got down south."

I wiggle my eyebrows at him. I'm good at this. I should right a song for him. With these lyrics. It'd be a number one hit everywhere.

I laugh, throwing my head back a little and then looking back at him.

"Man, you are good at this, hmmmm..."

I try to think of something to counter his amazing rhyme skills with some of my own, but I'm sure they would be sucky, I'm not good at thinking of things creatively on the spot.

"Oooh Angel, I love your little nose, it's as cute as a... kitten, Brian, you sweet boy, you've got me so smitten?"

Ooooh man, that was terrible.

"My nose is as cute as a kitten?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him, "A kitten? You want me to start meowing for you? Or I could bring home a dead bird for you?"

Maybe taking that too far.

"Okay, okay... erm. There are lots of things I love that you do. But most of all I just love you."

"Aww, now that's cheating, you can't use the same word twice, that's second grade rhyming," I joke before tapping my finger on his nose before nudging it with me own.

"And you are a cat Angel, have you seen yourself when you're sleepy? You are like a cat in the sun."

It only just accrues to me that me and him are just lying here naked together, our limbs tucked together, just talking about shit like this. It's what I had always wanted in a relationship but never had the chance to have. This is perfect.

I am laid here just staring at him for the longest time, taking in all his beautiful soft and sharp features, wondering how I ever got so lucky.

"Brian, I wanna lay like this forever," I say as I tuck my arm around his waist and rub my hand up and down his back.

I was going to say something crude about cats and female genetalia but I figured I might ruin the moment. So I mentally snigger to myself about the whole thing.

"Then I think we should." I say, smiling up at him, "Screw all our other commitments, just focus on the one we've made to each other. No-one else matters."

It's a daft, little off the cuff comment but it rings so true for me. Coby is the only person I really give any kind of a fuck about.

"We should run away together after school. You could seduce a rich, old millionaire, he'd write you into his will, we could kill him, get the money and buy an island." I say, rambling now, "We could have monkey butlers and drink from hollowed out pineapples."

"I have a better idea," I say before shifting a little and wrapping my arms around his neck, "How about we leave school, get a little apartment for ourselves in the city, get jobs so we can miss each other all day then come home just to make love to each other on our little twin double bed, every day?"

I know I am thinking about the future a little too soon really, since he's got a whole other year left in this place but that's one of my problems. I over-think things, and when I get attached to someone I make plans that may never come about.

"And maybe one day, get married with just own friends about us and maybe, we can, have a little bag of flour of our own," I say, nodding over to little Erika on the other side of the room, still sleeping soundly.

That sounds like utter bliss and involves less seduction of ugly old men. Spending the rest of my life with Coby, a family of my own - one which will be done right. I can't think of anything I'd rather have.

"I see only one tiny problem with that vision." I say, looking up to him.

The look on his face makes it hard to keep a straight face about all of this. Poor boy, he probably thinks I'm going to say something bad, dispute our future.

"Where are the monkey butlers?"

I roll my eyes at him, glad that he hasn't pushed me away and legged it out of the door because I have being thinking about our future already.

"Can we have another animal as out butler? Like a kitten with a tray strapped to it's back? I don't like monkeys..." I say as he gives me a confused look, "bad experiences with ex's at the zoo," I say quickly before looking down at own naked chests again, hoping he doesn't ask me about said ex, as I would rather forget.

Part of me wants to know what the deal with Coby and his ex is. I've heard him talking about him in his sleep, not good things either. I don't want to pressure him though. He'll tell me when he's ready.

I'm way too nice.

"A kitten with a tray straped to his back?" I repeat, "Well, we could. I can just picture a little black and white kitten with a silver tray holding a selection of lubes and condoms. OH MY GOD, we should have penguin butlers. They've got the suit already and look at the way they move!"

"That would be amazing!" I say as my head shots up again.

"And we could get them little bowties as well, we should take the ones from New York City Zoo, we could give them a better life than that place does."

[[Erm... what should we do now?]]

"It'd be so fuckin' perfect!" I say, in a half-squeal.

I quickly clamp my hands over my mouth, pulling them away a little so I can speak, "Was that me?"

Coby nods, an amused look on his face.

"Shit, dude..."

[[Something else? LoLz. We could do the Alex/Matt/Zacky? Sex and fluff, woo.]]

[[Sound good to meeeee! Would you like to start as Mattie as I shall be le Zacky and le Alex?]]

THE NEXT EVENING

I check my reflection in the mirror again, just making sure everything is in place. I feel guilty for being so meticulous about my looks today. I hope Zacky doesn't get the wrong impression because of it. I'm not looking for anyone else, I'm just looking for closure. Okay, I'm still very attracted to Alex and it's not going to hurt to have me looking my best but none of this preening is for him.

I check my breath again, minty fresh - well it should be, I've brushed my teeth 31 times already - before making my way back into the main area of our bedroom.

"I'm so nervous."

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