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

"That's what Brian said," I say through gritted teeth before grinding against Tony myself out of anger.

I know this is wrong, the sober part of my brain is trying to tell me this, hell I can feel it screaming at me in the back of my mind. But my body is just not listening to it.

"But he was more believable," I say.

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

He really is a long way gone if he can mention Brian without instantly stopping what he's doing. That's really not helping me any. I ~~don't~~ want to stop this.

"Yeah, well he's not as big of a slut as me." I say, head falling back against the wall, some ungoldy noise leaving my throat, my hands gripping his shoulders harder as the friction becomes too much for me.

"Just remember who started this in the morning, you asshole." are the last words which leave my mouth before I attach it to his.

I am slightly surprised by his mouth suddenly being attached to mine. Never the less though, I push him even further against the wall and just enjoy feeling his body against mine. It feels so nice to actually feel that I could go somewhere and not have to stop and ask if I can go on. Or something like that.

I moan into his mouth as I start to unbuckle his belt at lightening speed, just wanting to feel his cock in my hands.

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He tastes like a fucking bar smells. There's the rubbery taste of the weed, the sweet, oaky taste of the whiskey and then there's the simple taste of Coby. There's no way this is going to be particularly mind-blowing. No attempts at making it special, just dirty, desperate fucking. I prefer it like that.

I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling back from the kiss just long enough to pull it from him. I need to keep kissing him, then I won't pay attention to who it is I'm doing this to. I'm getting uncomfortable against this wall, they're uneven and pointy in places. My back will never forgive him.

I push him back, aiming blindly for the bed, not willing to open my eyes because I'll come to my goddamn senses.

I groan as my bare back collides with the crumpled mattress. I move my legs apart so that Tony can fit in between them.

This is wrong, so very wrong on so many levels.

My sober side of my brain is getting louder and louder as we get into his, typically.

Stop this now, before you ruin what you have with Brian, forever.

I moan trying to block out what my conscience is saying to me, begging it to shut up. But it's not going to give up without a fight.

Stop. This. Now.

I pull away from Tony's lips and push him onto his back, as I sit on his lap, ready to descend down his body.

Just a blow job, nothing more, what could the harm be?

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

A forceful lover, just the way I like it. I'm still trying to block out the fact this is Coby doing this to me. I'm imagining Nikki Sixx in my head, their hair is almost the same, so if I squint when I look down at him, the fantasy works pretty well.

I couldn't stop this now even if I wanted to. ~~Which I don't, it's about time my load went somewhere other than my hand or stomach.~~ He's not going to stop anytime soon either. I've got no choice but to go with this. Otherwise he'd only go to someone else and the'd probably be unclean and he'd totally ruin everything he had with Brian.

Christ, I'm trying to justify this, there is no justifying this. It's wrong, I know it, he knows it but it's not going to stop either of us. And with that mouth, I don't think I'd want it to.

I look up at him briefly as I kiss the tip of his cock.

It's just a blow job nothing more.

It is seriously starting to sound like a schizophrenic in my head right now, I've got two different things being screamed at me and it's starting to make me go insane. I am never getting high on Sullivan's weed again.

I shake my head a little at Tony's face, his closed eyes and his teeth sunk into his lip. He wants this, but he knows he can't have it. I don't want it, but I know I need it.

Fuck.

I sigh one last time before descending down onto his cock, my mouth taking him all in as I start up on a pretty skilled, yet sloppy blow job.

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I don't think I've ever been drooled on quite so much and I had dogs at home. At the same time, this feels so good. Tim was a pretty loud bastard, he always pointed out how good Coby was with his mouth and now I know why.

My hands fist in the sheets and I pull my legs up, taking care not to crush Coby's head between my thighs. I don't normally say much druing sex, tending to get my approval across with short grunts. This time's no different, I can't say his name despite the fact it's dancing on my tongue, that makes this real. Instead, I let out soft curses.

I continue my skilled actions on his pulsing hard. I can hear the grunts of his approval, notifying me that he's enjoying his to the full.

I lick up the underside of his cock, smirking as I do so. Why is it that a blow job can always turn me cocky [no pun intended there]?

But, despite the fact that I am feeling really good about myself and the fact that I can still pleasure someone and I am actually desirable, I can't help but not think about Brian. The noises he makes, they don't sound anything like Tony's noises, but they are still in my head. Telling me, how goo-much... he loves me.

Oh man, what have I done?

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

This feels so good. Probably because it's so wrong. This definitely goes up in my blowjob top five, somewhere between Scheipatti and Desrosiers. I can only imagine what this would have been like if he were sober. Probably number one.

"So fucking good..."

I buck my hips against his mouth, knowing he'd be able to take me fucking his face unlike so many others.

I manage to take his bucking in my stride which amazes me because of my sudden state of guilt, alcohol and drug induced sex.

I want to stop this, before it goes any further. But this is Tony, he's my best friend and I can't just leave him hanging while he's like this and... OH MAN! Now I am trying to justify this, why can't I just come out and say I am enjoying this?

Oh man, what have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

It's been too long since anyone has done this to me and I can feel my release creeping up me at an almost embarassing pace. I try to stop myself from bucking against him, choosing to just lay as stationary as I can while I cry out and tell him how amazing this feels. I hate being so vocal, it's so fucking corny.

All fantasies of this being Nikki Sixx have gone out the window. I'm painfully aware that this is my best friend now, that I'm being sent to heaven by the smart mouth of Coby.

"Cobyyy... fuckin' hell, Cobes..."

I can actually feel his thighs just tightening as he tries to milk himself into my mouth. I pull off of his cock, just now jerking him off lazily, I may be completely out of my head right now, but I will NOT swallow anyone's essence apart from Brian's.

Brian.

I bite into my lip as I continue to jack Tony off lazily. My eyes feeling heavy from sleep now and I know I am going to be falling asleep on Tony any minute now if he doesn't hurry up and come already.

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Bastard! Taking away that fucking incredible heat and replacing it with your hand. I oughta kill you, I can jack myself off you know. I'm half way to saying this when my mouth decides to make some other noise.

"Guuhhhhh, fuckin'... coming Coby..."

I watch his face as he juices all over my hand and a little bit of my cheek as well. I flinch a little in surprise as he bucks into my hand, obviously my hand isn't moving anymore.

I watch on as my eyes start to droop and I can feel myself spilling into unconsciousness. I can't keep my eyes open anymore and I am slowly spilling into the laying down position.

"Oh man."

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I take a long moment to recover from my release, my body all slowing itself back down. That felt so good, even if it was a little disappointing coming into a hand rather than down his throat.

"Fuckin' hell, Cobes. That was... amazing." I say, peering down at him.

He looks totally fucked right now. I dread to think what he'll be like in the morning.

"I'm glad you thought so," I smile weakly, "But now, if you don't mind, I'm just gonna..."

I close my eyes and let my head fall onto his stomach and my mouth falls open.

"I've ruined everything Tony," I mutter more to myself than to Tony before the world around me goes completely black as I plunge into a nightmare filled dreamland.

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I look down at him, trying to decided whether I should just leave him like this or not. Of course, I'm way too nice to just leave him in a puddle of drying cum. I lift his head from my stomach and pull him up the bed, pushing him onto his side, I'm not letting him choke on his own vomit. That wouldn't be fair.

"Come on, ya fat fuck." I prop him up with a pillow and disappear to the bathroom to clean myself up a little. As I stare at my reflection in the mirror while cleaning the remains of myself from myself, I can't help but flash forward to his inevitable breakdown over this whole thing tomorrow morning. That's going to be fun.

I drop the flannel back in the sink and head back into my room, "Now wehere am I supposed to sleep?"

I walk over to the chair in te corner of the room, which I obviously only use for reading and not any kind of sex, and curl up in it, sitting and just watching Coby.

Poor, poor boy.

It takes me a good 45 minutes to stop crying. I feel like such a fucking idiot right now, how could I have have trusted him? He's just like everyone else. He doesn't really care, he's just playing along to try and get something out of it. I try to push the feelings away as soon as they surface. Coby does care, he was just very drunk and high and not thinking straight.

I didn't want to be in ~~his~~ our room when he came back. I couldn't handle more abuse from him. So here I am, 3AM, stood outside Zacky and Matt's door, trying to get up the guts to knock and wake them up. I hate waking people up, I always feel guilty.

I wipe the remainders of the tears from my eyes and let my knuckles rap against the door, softly.

I hum to myself lightly as I stroke at Matt's hair. I know it's 3 in the morning, but I just can't sleep. I slept nearly all day yesterday because of mine and Matt's all nighter we pulled for History the other night.

I continue to flick through the magazine on my lap as I stroke at Matt's hair. But I am suddenly snapped out of my thoughts of me and Matt on the beach of the holiday advert I have being staring at for the last fifteen minutes.

I get up slowly, making sure I can slip out of Matt's arms without waking him up, which I seem to do before padding softly over towards the door, a confused look on my face.

I pull open the door slowly, poking my head around the frame to be met by a very sad looking Brian.

"Hey Bri. Erm, what's up man?"

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't have anywhere else to go and I didn't want to be alone and Coby and I had a fight and..." My long run on sentence is cut off by a sudden sob attacking my body, "He said some really fucked up things, Zacky."

I rub furiously at my eyes with the back of my hands, trying to get rid of all the tears I can so none fall anymore. I don't need to be crying on Zacky, I'll wake Matt up and then I'd have to explain everything again. I don't even think I can explain this to Zacky properly. I don't want to have to tell anyone else about my past but it's kinda part and parcel of the whole fight.

Coby? Said fucked up things? What? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. I must have falling asleep while looking at that picture of Cuba...

But a chocked sob from Brian tells me that I am not asleep and I'm not dreaming. But Matt is, so I need to find another place to take Brian to sort this out.

I step out into the hallway with Brian, grabbing my key from the side as I close the door behind me. I pocket my key in my jeans before wrapping my arms around Brian's shoulders.

"It's alright man, take your time baby. We'll find somewhere quiet to talk, OK?"

Matt has really changed me, normally I would never want to help someone in this crying state unless I wanted to fuck them senseless and claim it will help them "take the pain away." Now I just want to help Brian, he's got nobody else. He needs me, and it feels nice to be actually needed.

I nod, wiping the tears from my eyes, "Okay, okay. Thanks Zacky."

I stand still in the doorway for a long moment, allowing myself to relax and calm the fuck down. When I'm certain I've got my ability to breathe normally back, I nod again, "Okay, somewhere quiet."

I don't know where Zacky had in mind. I still don't know much about this place, just where Coby's taken me. I don't think I could go to any of those places right now though, I'd just feel even worse.

I take a hold of Brian's hand and look at him as I start down the hallway, just to make sure he's OK. I smile at him weakly as he wipes his eyes on his sleeve. He looks so sad, it's enough to make me almost cry as well.

I start to walk up the stairs with Brian in toll, he looks slightly confused to where I am taking him so I just smile at him.

"I'm guessing you haven't being up to the roof before?" I ask him as we make our way up to the huge fire doors up the top of the stairs.

"No one ever comes up here when it's this late at night. Everyone in this place is scared of the dark," I smile at him as we walk through the huge fire doors and onto the roof over-looking the border to the bright lights of New York.

It's weird but it's strangely beautiful up here. The bright lights of the big city, looking out over all the tiny dots. It makes me feel strangely comfortable. Like I'm not really alone.

"I like the dark." I say, quietly, "It's like a blanket, covering everything evil and scary. It's the light people should be afraid of."

I take a deep breath and turn back to Zacky, "I really am sorry about this, man. I feel kinda stupid about it all now."

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