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

Caramel, I know we've got that, I saw it in here the other day. Unless Brian ate it all last time he was over, crying over that horror movie we watched. I wonder about him...

"Caramel... aha!" I pull the Ben & Jerry's carton from the freezer and check there's actually some left in here. Luckily it's a relatively new carton, so there are only about three spoonfuls gone... and a little heart drawn into the top. Perfect.

I grab a couple of spoons from the drawer and add a tiny additional touch to the heart, a C and a B. I'm such a goof.

I slide the carton across to Becky, "Tada!"

"Man, you guys get the good stuff. My Mom will only ever get the stores one. You know, the stuff that tastes like frozen tap water with vanilla essence, gross," I shudder at the though of the last time she brought that ice cream, I would actually rather go without.

I smile at him and grab the ice cream carton ready for when Chris passes me a spoon when I see something in the top. I see the heart and out initials in the top and I can't help but break out into a smile.

"Awww, I don't want to eat it now. And ruin your handy work," I say with a small laugh as I tilt the carton up to show Chris is handy work again.

"Well I live with gay men, decent ice cream is just one of their better services." I say, smiling, "That and the insistence that I know the names of all the women in Sex and the City."

I don't think my Dad's have ever watched the show but I can't resist the stereotypes every so often. They're as bad themselves so I don't feel quite so guilty.

"Well, it is a recycled heart, I'm sorry. But everything else is my own work!" I announce smiling, "Besides, C does heart B."

Recycled? Man, this really is a house with gay men in it. I feel so welcome though... I'm not making any sense even in my own head.

"Well, B also hearts C. With all the caramelly goodness," I say with a grin as I place the carton back down on the counter top and watch Chris take a seat next to me.

I just keep watching him as he digs his spoon into the carton and gets a little bit of the ice cream for himself. I don't say another word as my eyes stay trained on his pierced mouth.

I bite into my own lip as I something sort of comes over me and I swoop my head down to join our mouths together, just wanting to kiss him so badly. I close my eyes as I just kiss him, a little more advanced than what we are used to, but it's what my brain is telling me to do.

I'm a little taken aback when she kisses me, still not really used to the fact we can do this whenever. I'm such a virgin sometimes. But I kiss her back nonetheless, a little nervously.

My hand comes to rest against her rounded cheek as we kiss softly over the ice cream. I'm still kind of freaked out by this whole thing, too afraid to go too far in case I fuck up and scare her off.

I progress the kiss a little further, just resting my hand on his thigh to tell him it's OK and that I'm not going to be scared and suddenly pull away, I just hope he feels the same.

I move my lips a little more now, so it's not so much of a peck but me sucking on his bottom lip gently and licking at his lip rings slowly.

I just hope I'm not going to fast for him. But something inside me is telling me that this is all so right.

I hope I don't mess this up because this feels really good. I just carefully mimic what she's doing to me, hoping this is what she wants, hoping this is right. Curse my squeamishness over romantic scenes in movies, I could be visually practiced in this.

She's taking the lead which I'm glad of, I don't really know what I'm doing and I think I've made that really obvious. Oh man, I'm so awkward.

I smile a little in the kiss, happy that he's not pushing me away and he's actually mimicking some of my techniques too. I don't think I'll go any further though because as much as I like this, and as much as I hope he's liking this, I don't want to scare him by going too deep too quickly.

I pull away from his lips slowly, and open my eyes. I smile widely at him as I keep my face really close to his.

"So much better than ice cream."

Awww man, I come up with the cheesiest lines.

I grin back at her, "Definitely."

I tap her on the nose with my ice creamy spoon, giggling as she goes cross eyed to look at the thick brown glob which is now covering the tip of her nose. I lean in and kiss it off her.

"But that tastes even better. Becky flavoured. Yummy."

"Becky flavoured? That could be quiet gross... if you are as gross minded as me that is," I say before laughing a little.

I just watch him as he eats another spoonful of the ice cream, just seeing how wide and blue his eyes are. It's almost hypnotic.

I want to ask him if there's anywhere where we can just go and cuddle. But I also don't want to overstep the boundaries of scaring the living daylights out of him. So, I just stay silent as I spoon some ice cream from the tub and take some into my mouth.

"Oh God, the expensive stuff tastes so much better," I say with a small mouthful before I savour it and swallow it.

"Mm, see I can't imagine anything about you being gross. Because then I can never imagine anything else and it'd be no fun for either of us." I say, laughing, "But your nose tastes very nice."

I look into the tub to see we're even eating from the same small circle, it's totally meant to be. I smile across at her.

"The expensive stuff is good but oh somedays I long for a shitty Neapolitan." I say, my hand against my head in an overly dramatic fashion, "Or a raspberry ripple!"

"Oooh God, you so don't want to, don't even joke about it. Seriously, if you ever come over mine, my mum will always offer the shitty ice cream out to guests because nobody wants it," I laugh as I scoot my stool a little closer to his and turn myself so I am facing him more than the tub of ice cream.

"But you should come over mine anyway. Even if not for the ice cream, but for my... drum set," I say.

I was going to say my room. But that might imply something that I don't think that either of us are really ready for yet, and I still don't want to scare him.

Her drum set? Is that a euphimism for something? Coz I don't think I know how to... drum. I smile anyway, happy that she wants me around more than anything.

"You play drums? You couldn't be much cooler." I say, smiling at her, "Unless you could shred up a storm on one of my guitars."

Yeah, way to make yourself sound like a total retard Chris. She probably wasn't even talking about that!

"Well, I don't really play them, I tend to just have them and... play around with them every else and in a while. I'm... the most basic of beginners basically," I say, moving my hands around for emphasise while I talk.

That's something that I tend to do a lot.

"And, I can't play the guitar. Only drums and the... saxophone," I say a little more quietly, "my mom made me learn it in elementary school."

"The saxaphone? That's kinda cute." I say, smiling at her, "It can sound pretty cool as well."

So she's musically creative too. Even better. The more I find out about her, the more I like her. She's amazing in every way. I sigh a little as I look over at her. Before realizing quite how girly and ridiculous that is.

"Uh... oops?" I offer.

I giggle a little at his loving stare at me when he sighs.

"Sometimes you do make me laugh," I laugh as I punch his arm gently and smile at him softly.

I then look down at the ice cream tub on the counter that is now melting a little bit, we haven't really taken any other spoonfuls in a while.

"Erm, I think the ice creams getting a little warm now... so, you wanna do something else?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I say, looking down at the ice-cream, "Mmm, sub-zero mlkshake."

I grab the lid and put it on the gloopy mess before taking it back across to the freezer, dumping the spoons in the sink.

"Uh, we could maybe go up to my room, watch a movie or something?" I offer. I hope she doesn't take that the wrong way. I mean, I'm not some kind of pervert. I'm a gentleman, I would actually just sit and watch a movie with her.

"Yeah, that's cool," I say with a smile as I climb off of the stool and jump to the tiled floor.

"You'll parents will be OK with you having a girl in your room right?"

I don't know if it's different for boys or not. I mean, I'm not allowed boys in my room unless my mom or my dad is there, and one of them is upstairs with me. So they can hear my screams is what they said, apparently.

"Erm... yeah..."

I nod, "Well my dad's downstairs and sound travels pretty well, so they trust me."

I don't think we've ever had any offical discussions as to what would go down with my family and girlfriends etc in bedrooms. Well, not with me anyway. Courtney's instructions can be heard at the other end of the street.

"Unless you wouldn't feel comfortable coz we can jus stay down here if you want." I smile at her, "Whatever you like, it's your choice."

"No, it's cool. I trust you not to advance onto me or something, I just didn't want you to get into trouble is all," I say with a smile as we move out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

"Besides, if you did do anything that I found inappropriate, you would so know about it," I say with a small laugh and a gentle punch to his arm.

"So, what movies have you got?" I ask, "wait, I forgot. You're a film buff, you probably have everything."

"Pretty much everything." I say, smiling, "My family buy me DVD's for no particular reason, just coz the box was cool or something. Or coz they all star certain actors which my uncle Brian then steals off me."

I hope I've got something upstairs that she'll like. I don't really have any girly movies but something tells me that won't bother her too much. The chick has blue hair, she probably doesn't want to watch Lindsay Lohan being the ugly chick.

"So you name it, I'll probably have it."

I push the door open to my room, "And this is..."

An absolute shithole, awww man!

"Erm, oh God, I guess you'll just have to surprise me. The only film I can think of is Grease, but then I remember that you've got gay parents," I grin and look at him innocently despite the fact that i hate the way that what I said sounded.

I walk into his room, looking around as he starts to pick things up off the floor, obviously thinking that it's a mess.

"Wow, you're rooms a hell of a lot tidier than mine. I've got CD's all over the floor, clothes hanging off my drum kit and my desk is piled high with crap."

I look around the room, not sure where I should sit to go. This is the only thing I hate about me being so polite and not sitting or anything unless I am told to, I tend to just stand around looking awkward. Like now.

"I have so many different versions of Grease, you wouldn't believe it. 'It's a classic!' and John Travlota just happened to dress in tight clothing." I say, rolling my eyes with a smirk, "Erm, just sit anywhere you feel like you won't get eaten by things."

I look around my room frantically in case I've left anything out that I don't want her seeing. I'm lucky I'm so innocent, I have no porn or anything hanging around. Just CD's and picks and shit.

"I could put on Grese if you like, but if I start quoting the film in different voices, just... don't laugh, yeah?"

"Awww man, you have to put it on now, just because you told me that," I laugh as I dump my backpack onto the floor and climb onto Chris's bed.

I watch him as he puts the Grease DVD into the player and turns on the TV. I watch his back and his ass in those low rise jeans. I haven't had the chance to actually check him out probably from behind. He really is hot. He's not just cute, he's got such a nice shaped body...

Man, that dream last night really got to me.

I think to myself as I just stay sat staring dreamily into space, thinking about that dream again. Well, like I really have stopped thinking about it.

I can feel her looking at me, I'm almost too afraid to turn around, I can feel myself blushing. I don't want her to feel embarassed coz I know she's looking. Instead I just feign looking for the DVD remtoe so I can face away from her while I recover from my blushing episode.

"Damnit, where did I put it? You'd think a remote would be by the DVD player!"

I have a feeling I know exactly where it is. Right next to her feet. Oh boy.

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