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

Of course now drunken Brian decides to speak up, figuring "Oh, what will it hurt, right? Coby's already made his choice." If anythng could make this guy change his mind about me, it's my drunken threats and insults.

"You have got to be kidding me." I say, a little louder than originally intended, "You took it from this guy?"

I really hope Coby doesn't hate me for saying this. I'm not trying to offend him, I'm just... drunk and when I'm drunk I say stupid things.

"And YOU! How the fuck can you say he's not good in bed? Were you with the same guy I was?" I ask, flailing my arms now.

"Oh my God! You were cheating on me?! With this guy?" He feel his hand slap across my face and I just take it.

"No, I wasn't..."

"Now who is the liar?! Fuck you Coby, fucking fuck you! Martin wouldn't do this to me. And he's a fucking pole dancer!" Allan yells at me before grabbing a bag from the bottom of the stairs, obviously he wasn't too intent on staying.

"Just leave, please..."

"Oooh, I am going to leave, leaving you for fucking good. You won't see me ever again," he yells bitterly at me and I can't help but flinch.

"And you," he's now directing his anger onto Brian, "you two deserve each other. You're both old, washed up faggots."

I did not mean for this to happen. I mean, I meant for him to fuck off and leave me with my Coby but perhaps not quite like this and definitely without the violence towards him.

I grab the little pansy by the throat and throw him against other side of the hallway, anger of my own rising up now, "Don't you ever lay a fucking hand on him, you little shit. He wasn't cheating on you, he wouldn't dare hurt you like that although I can't understand why."

I let go of the kids neck, "Oh and by the way, I looked exactly like you in my 20's. Welcome to your future sweetheart."

There's no easier way to wind up a gay guy than by insulting his looks, "Now get the fuck out of here before future you kicks your fucking ass."

I watch as the kid scrabbles away for the door, avoiding a biting remark on his way out. There's not really much chance he'd get away unscathed.

"Y'know, if I wasn't a cop, you'd probably be getting a complaint of assault from him," I say with a smile as I close the door behind us.

"But thank you, I'm sure if you hadn't have said that, I would have probably taken him back. Even if it only was for a day," I laugh before a silence falls between us.

"So, shall we get that pizza now?" I ask him and he nods at me.

I smile before making my way towards the kitchen before turning around quickly to face Brian, "oooh and, FYI, when I couldn't get it up for him, I had the flu. I guess me vomiting on him wasn't enough for him to cut me some slack."

"And here's me thinking you were just getting old." I say, laughing softly and following him into the kitchen.

It's pretty much the same as it was the last time I was in here. Except I'm not in a pile on the floor, passed out in my own vomit. That's a vast improvement. As Coby passes the chorme fridge, I can see a red mark across the side of his mouth. I grab his arm and turn him around to me, that asshole split his lip open. I'll fucking end him if I ever see him again.

I bring my hand up to his face, a finger lightly probing at the small wound, "Does it hurt?"

I flinch a little at his finger probing my lip, "Not really. As I cop, I've had worse," I say to him pretty causally.

I suck my lip into my lip and sucking some of the blood, "No biggy."

I smile at Brian before turning around and looking at the kitchen table, seeing the table cloth is rucked up on the floor and that they didn't even fucking clean up after themselves.

I sigh, "fucking sluts."

I smile at Brian weakly before going about getting the cleaning supplies from under the skin. I open up the cupboard and bend down, my shirt riding up my back as I search deep into the cupboard for the bleach and a cloth.

"Uh-huh." I say, my voice greatly monotone.

Why did you have to bend over right in front of me? Especially when I don't really know what the fuck is going on between us right now. I can feel my long sleeping cock stirring once more. I might actually end up killing him before the night is through.

Coby, not my cock, that'd just be weird. And not the kind of thing I'd want to explain to a paramedic.

Well I got hard staring at my ~~boyfriend~~ ~~friend~~ guardian angel's ass and I didn't really think I could do anything about it so I mutilated myself.

His shirt is slowly taunting me, creeping up his back, revealing the very enticing tan skin beneath it. Said back is flexing as he rummages around in the small cupboard.

Oh God.

I sit down on one of the counters, crossing my legs and willing my rapidly appearing hard-on away.

"Gotcha you bitch," I say as I take the bleach from the cupboard with a small smile on my face.

I look back at the table, and the lovely white stuff dripping from the table down onto the floor. I grimace before fulling the sink with some water.

"Ooooh, to be young, careless and full of semen," I mutter to myself before pouring some bleach into the skin and getting a boiling hot, chemical mixture going to practically burn the stains away.

I look back at Brian as I wring out the cloth to notice he's staring blankly into space, sitting on the counter.

"Bri, are you O... OH shit!" I yell before I can finish my sentence as I splash the hot, chemical ridden water all over my shirt.

"This is so not my niiiight," I whine before dropping the cloth in the skin, which just makes me get even wetter before starting to pull my shirt off.

I have to wear it for work tomorrow, I need air it out now so it doesn't stain with bleach.

Dear Fate, I hate you.

P.S. Thank you.

This is just not my night, is it? I'm trying to behave, trying desperately not to rape him before I have a chance to talk to him about us and he's now getting naked in front of me.

Well, shirtless, next ~~best~~ ~~worst~~ best thing.

I forgot how good he looked under all of those clothes. I mean, sure I've had my little fantasies, the ones I've kept hidden away, only to come out when I've been in my darkest of places during my sexual encounters. But nothing can match up to the real thing. The bastard still looks amazing. His body is still tightly sculpted, like it'd cry if a calorie looked at him. There are tattoo's covering every fucking inch of him, many I don't recognize. His arms are still nicely defined. Every inch of him is just perfect... well, that I can see anyway.

"Um... y'know, I think some might have... splashed on your pants too." I say, trying to sound normal now, "I mean, I'm just saying, I don't want you to go to work looking like you've got cumstains on your pants."

It's perfectly innocent concern. I don't want him to be laughed at. Absolutely no ulterior motive to speak of.

"You think?" I ask him before looking down at my pants, inspecting for any water seeping through or anything getting dyed in a hurry. But I stop nothing.

"No, I think I'm good on the pants front," I inform him before grabbing the cloth from the sink and going about cleaning the stains on the floor and the stains on the table.

"God, cum-stains are only nice when they are my own nowadays," I say to myself as I try to clean up the stain as quickly as possible, making a puddle on the floor trying to clean it as quickly as I can.

~~Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.~~

Oh God, Coby don't talk about yourself and cum, please. Not when you're on the floor, shirt off, back and ass on full display. You are so lucky I haven't already raped you.

"I can imagine." I mutter.

I try to tear my eyes away from him to look at anything else in the room except him.

Banana, no.

Cucumber, no.

Dildo... WHAT?!

I finish cleaning up the mess on the floor and the table before standing to my feet. I look down at my pants and notice the splashes all across my thighs and the large patches on my knees. I so knew this was going to happen.

"Awww, man. I'm gonna have to take these off now, man," I say to myself before staring to unbutton my pants and pulling them down and throwing them into the washing machine with my shirt.

"Bri, I'm just going to get some pyjama pants and a shirt, do you want to get out of these... vomite-y clothes?" I ask him before noticing that Brian's not even looking at me but something on the other side of the kitchen.

"Erm, Brian?" I say before waving my hand in front of his face and then looking in the direction he's looking at.

My eye brow furrows as soon as I see what it is he's looking at.

"Brian? Why are you looking at my banana's?"

"Huh, wha-..."

I blink my eyes and realize I was actually looking at a banana, not a dildo. I really am losing it. I look across to Jacoby again to see that he's removed his fuckin' pants as well now and is just in a pair of tight fitting briefs. His tight, hot, strong ass, his muscular thighs, his...

Oh God.

I force myself to look up at his face, "Uh, sorry, just... kinda spaced out. Alcohol and..." My eyes drift downward again, "things..."

"Oooh right," I say.

I clear my throat as I try to get my mind off "other things" as well.

"Well, I was just acting if you wanted me to get you some more comfortable clothes? Since yours are a little, yuck," I tell him again with a smile.

"Sorry." I smile apologetically, "I'm just... it's been a while, y'know and... I'm drunk and... not that I wouldn't be letching over you if I was sober I'd just... be more discrete."

I bring my hand to my head, slapping my forehead in a somewhat comical motion, "Alos known as... yes, some more clothes would be great, thanks."

I smirk at him as he rubs his forehead, now not looking up at me at all.

I've still got it.

I smile to myself before leaning down and kissing Brian's hair, "I'll be right back," I whisper before making my way out of the kitchen to get us some clothes.

I smile to myself as I watch him leave, my hand reaching upto my head where Coby's lips had settled. I feel like such a girl, even a little kiss on the head can turn me into a grinning idiot.

I make a start on taking my own clothes off me, ignoring the fact I'm still hard for him. I pull off my jacket and drop it to the floor, a little confused when it lands heavily.

"What the..."

I jump off the side and dig around in my jacket, my fingers brushing against something cold and metal. I pull it from the pocket with a sad smile, it's still pretty full. I look over it for a long moment, trying to decide what I should do with it.

I walk into my room, smiling a little at how everything is still in it's place. That's one things that I really liked about Allan, he was also clean. And now I know that he would never ruin his own cleaning work, even in a fit of emotion. That's good, means less work for me.

I get out two pairs of pyjama pants and two large band shirts and it brings me back to memories of me and Brian in high school. The two of us just hurled him our room, on my bed, we'd be intimate with each other, and then afterwards, Brian would be too tired to get his own pyjama's so I'd have to get them for him.

I laugh at this memory before walking out of my room with the night clothes in hand.

I pull the cap off of the whiskey flask, there's only one thing I can do with this, one thing which will prove my determination to beat these demons in me. I take one last smell of the drink, a foolish idea - the little devil on my shoulder is telling me to finish it off, it's good money going down the drain. My mind's made up.

"Bye bye old Brian."

I turn the flask upside down and watch as the honey coloured liquor glugs out of the neck, tainting the air with it's heady scent.

I whistle as I walk down the stairs, humming a little tune to myself as I walk into the kitchen. I stop at the door when I see Brian standing at the sink. He's not gonna vomit again is he?

"Brian, you OK?" I ask him as I walk over to him carefully, placing the clothes down on the table and walking over to him.

I place a hand on his back and look around at his face when I see a smile on his lips.

"What's up?"

"I just poured all of my stash down your sink." I announce with a proud little smile, placing the silver flask down on the side, "Expensive stuff too but... it's all gone."

I look across at Coby, "I've never managed that before, Cobes. I'd get to the sink and... I'd just decide against it, figuring I could quit some other day but today... fuck, Cobes I've actually done it. I mean, I know I have a long way to go but it's a start, right?"

"Yeah, it's a start," I smile at him, "well done Bri."

I'm just staring at him for the longest while as he watches the remains of the brown liquid run down the drain, his smile ever growing. He really wants to make a go at this, for him to get better and for it to work. He wants to be proud of himself again.

"I'm really proud of you for doing that, like, you have no idea," I say with a laugh before looking away with a cough.

"Erm, there's clothes over there," I say to him as I point to the table, trying to divert the conversation a little bit from my staring, but my red face betrays me.

I look across to where Coby's pointing, before my eyes drift back up to his. I can't help but smile at the blush creeping over his face. I'm not used to seeing that when people look at me. Well, I am, I tend to make an idiot out of myself when I'm really, really wrecked. But I'm not used to seeing this sort of shy, embarrassed blush.

"No-one's looked at me like that for a long time. It's nice." I say, smiling back at him, "It's also nice seeing you as the blushing one."

I brush by him to grab the clothes, going against everything in my brain which is just begging me to kiss him, touch him, do anything with him. I'm not going to touch him until I'm not covered in vomit.

Besides, I'm kind of afraid of getting pushed away.

I smile at his turned back as I curse my cheeks for betraying me. Even though I liked the outcome that came from his lips.

I walk over to the table myself, grabbing myself a pair of pyjama pants and some of the band shirts. I wonder if he's into all this new rock coming into the scene? Because if he is he'll just have to make do with Motley Crue t shirts.

"Well, it's nice to feel the need to actually blush again. I was starting to think that romance was dead," I tell him as I pull on the thin, cotton pants.

I undress quickly, keeping my back to him, I'm very uncomfortable about the weight I've put on. I don't want Coby to see me looking fat as stupid as it seems.

"I suppose it just depends who you're around, right?" I say, smiling as I grab the first pants and shirt I can find, "I mean, I've never really been the romantic type with all the women I was with. Except when I was drunk anyway."

And everyone I was with was you.

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