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

Wow. This is boyfriend? I'd never expected him to be so... well hot. I'd imagined Zacky being the toyboy of some fatass greasy businessman. Never someone like this.

"Well, I heard there was an engagement party going on today and I just wanted to wish you both well." I say, pulling the bottle of champagne from behind my back. The most expensive one I could steal.

"I mean, Zacky is my boss, I need him to be happy. Means I don't get worked so hard." I say, with a laugh.

This could not get any worse, could it?

I smile and walk from my position at the living room door towards Josef standing at the door, smiling sweetly with the champagne in his hand.

"Awww, that's nice thank you Joe," I say with a small laugh before taking the bottle of champagne from his hands and giving him a look that can only read, "Get. Out."

I probably shouldn't stay where I'm not wanted, but where's the fun in that? I breeze past Zacky into te house, looking up and around the hallways.

"You guys have a nice place, seriously." I say, pausing in the hallway, looking into the closest room to me where there's food laid out on the table, "Oh man, do you mind?"

I gesture to the plates of food neatly laid out, "Only I haven't eaten all day and I'm starving!"

"Um, yeah, just... go ahead." I look across at Josef as he digs into the food without having heard my approval.

I look back to Zacky who's still staring out of the door. I walk across to him, a little confused as to why this guy's even turned up on our door.

"Honey, did you invite him?" I ask, "Coz I don't mind or anything, it's just he's pretty much devoured all of our shrimp."

I shake my head to get myself out of the trance, the visions in my head of the possible fights that could happen between me and Josef today.

"Erm, yeah yeah, I did invite him," I lie to Matt, "he's my assistant. We've gotta kinda close so... yeah."

The last part is not technically a lie, we have gotta closer. So close in fact I am inside him most of the time... literally.

"Oh that's okay then." I say, smiling and kissing him on the head, "Did you know he had such a big appetite?"

I walk us back through the hallway pausing at the doorway of the living room, watching Josef filling his face with small cocktail sausages, "It's like he's insatiable when it comes to your sausage."

[[Couldn't resist.]]

I widen my eyes when I hear Matt say that, and I glare at Josef when I see him look around at the two of us and smirk a little.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

I turn back to Matt and smile at him as best as I can.

I laugh a little forced, "Ha, yeah, good one baby," I say before leaning up and kissing Matt softly on the lips.

"I love you Mattie."

I smile a little at his impromptu show of affection. I'm not used to this. I drop a little kiss on his forehead.

"I love you too." I say, smiling down at him, "I guess I better go and get the kids down then if the guests are already arriving."

I squeeze his arm, "Please, please, please make sure he leaves some food for the others. I don't want to deal with a hungry Chris in an hour."

"Don't worry, we always have more quiche in the fridge," I say with a smile.

I kiss Matt on the lips again, "don't be long."

I say this because I don't want to be left alone with this boy, and that I don't want Matt to be away from me because I don't trust myself.

I watch Matt as he leaves the living room and as U hear his feet walking up the stairs I turn back to Josef with a look of murder on my face.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

I turn to Zacky, my mouth full of cheese and pineapple (what kind of adult party has cheese and fuckin' pineapple?). I throw my hands in the air as I swallow down my mouthful.

"What? Can't I just drop by to wish my boss and his boyfriend luck in their relationship?" I ask, best innocent look on my face, "He's really hot by the way. I could go for a piece of that."

It also explains why Zacky's always on top with us. I wouldn't want to top someone like that. It'd just feel wrong.

"And I seriously am hungry, your stingy ass doesn't exactly pay me a gourmet salary. I have expensive tastes, Zee." I say, picking up one of the shrimp from a nearby plate.

"I told you I didn't want you here Joe," I say in a hushed voice as he eats more shrimp.

"And will you stop eating!" I say in a more raised, but still hushed, voice as I grab onto his hand and make him face me.

"Me and Matt are happy together, we love each other. I don't need you here to ruin this for me."

Because I know I am going to ruin it all on my own, I don't need an audience.

I smirk down at his hand on my wrist, "Mm, restraints, I like that."

He looks like he's torn between hittng me and fucking me. I could go for either personally, he fucks me, I get off, he hits me, I've got a chance to sue and get a pretty decent amount of cash judging by this place.

"You always say you don't want me around but then no sooner have the words left your mouth than you're begging for it." I say getting up in his face, "Oh Joe, please Joe, I need you, Joe, I love you, Joe."

I laugh a little at how pathetic that sounds, I have never told him I loved him... at least I don't think I... NO! Of course I haven't.

"You're delusional. You're making things up in your little fucked up head. I don't love you, I never said I did. You just want that because you're sick," I say to him before losing my grip on his wrist and folding my arms over my chest.

"You were always going to just be a fuck to me, someone to relieve my stress. And you did a shitty job at it, look... stressed," I point to myself before folding my arms back over my chest.

"See, you're stressed now." I say, bringing my free hand down to cup his clothed dick in my hand, grinding into it with my palm, "But you know I can make that all better."

I notice no real attempts at getting me away from him so I continue with my actions as I start on my next little comment.

"You say you don't love me? It's strange what an overabundance of liquor will make you say isn't it Zee?" I say, pulling my phone from my pocket, flipping it open and finding my videos.

I find the most recent one, filmed only a few days ago. Zacky was getting drunk in the office for some reason, I don't remember what exactly. I pass the phone to him and press play, the tinny sound of the phone's camera recording filling the room... complete with Zacky's little confession.

"And y'know Zee, bluetooth is an amazing tool." I say, pulling the phone back quickly, "Just a couple of little taps on this screen and anyone could get this file. Anyone in the house at all."

I watch in horror at the video on the phone. It's just a video of me getting blown by Joe, confessing my love to him with tears in my eyes and my hair all mattered all over the place. I look terrible, I barely recognise that person.

"You... you taped me?" I ask him in complete disbelief, he's a devious little bastard, how did I not see this?

I hand his phone back to him, wanting so much to wipe that smirk off his face, but I can't risk him sending that video to Matt... to Brian and Coby... to, my kids. Oh God.

"I was drunk Joe. I don't love you, I'm sorry."

"Oh no, I never thought you did." I say, pocketing my phone, "Don't worry, boss, I'm not that hung up on you. You're not the only guy I've been with either. But you've got to admit, it did seem pretty convincing."

I turn back to the buffet table and grab another one of the small sausages on there, "And I can only imagine how it would sound to loverboy and the twins."

"You've being with..."

I widen my eyes when it hits me from the other morning with Matt.

"Zee? I think I'm allergic to the washing powder we got the other week," Matt says as he walks back into the bedroom with a look of discomfort on his face as he walks over to the bed, scratching his crotch.

"Or maybe it was the fruit flavoured condoms you tested the other night."

"Yeah, probably... God, so fucking itchy!"

"You gave me thrush, didn't you?!" I say a little too loudly to Joe with a look of anger on my face.

Fuck, fuck fuck. He gave me an STI, that I gave to Matt. Ooooh GOD!

"Probably, I've been itching up a fuckin' storm recently." I say, scratching at myself partly to illustrate a point, partly because that fucker's made me think about it.

I don't know why he's so frustrated, why he's so annoyed at something like that, something treatable before I realize and the giggles hit me fast and hard, "Oh my God, you didn't..." I point upstairs, "You got loverboy all itchy?"

This is fuckin' priceless. Possibly the funniest thing I've done in a long time. And I've done a lot recently.

"That's fuckin' brilliant."

"No, you got him all itchy you little bitch! Why didn't you tell me something?" I ask him.

He really is completely heartless, isn't he? I knew that I should have trusted my instincts the moment that he walked through the door. But no, I had to give him the benefit of the doubt, didn't I?

"Joe. Get out of my house now," I say to him in a deadly serious voice, "before I call the Police on you. And trust me, they'll be here quick."

"For what? I haven't technically done anything wrong." I point out, "I've done absolutely nothing wrong. You told your boyfriend that you invited me here, so there's no breaking and entering charge. I haven't assaulted you. I haven't screamed or caused any kind of disturbance."

I wave the fingers I've counted these non-existent charges off on in front of his face.

"I'm clean." I say, smirking, "Besides, wouldn't it seem a bit fishy if I left now? You don't want them to suspect something, do you?"

I sigh and bite into my lip as he just smirks at me. He's like me, when I was in school. I hate it so much, I hate him, I hate myself.

"Fine, fine. Just... just don't say anything to Matt. Please. I don't want to spoil today for him, I owe him that much," I say, looking down at my feet.

I suddenly hear some footsteps coming down the stairs and I spring away from Josef before going to get some shrimp for myself.

I walk back into the front room, smiling to myself as I do so. Neither of the kids have come with me. Courtney's still getting ready. It's not as if she's really got anyone down here to impress. Chris is hiding from the mushy lovey dovey stuff.

"Teenagers, eh?" I say, walking across to Zacky, "Neither of them are ready yet."

I wrap my arms around Zacky's shoulder and kiss his head, "Love you."

"Anyone would think we had two girls," I say with a small laugh as I hug myself into Matt's chest.

"I love you too," I say quietly before looking over at Josef and giving him that look again, the one that tells him that he will never take me anyway from my Mattie, ever, me and Matt are for life.

"I wonder where Coby and Brian are."

Ugh, rub it in my face, why don't you? Zacky loves Matty, Matty and Zacky 4EVA. Please, I don't give a shit, Zee, I'm just in it for the sex. Older guys know exactly what they're doing.

"Brian's coming?" I ask, smirking, "I'll have to see if I can finally convince him and the cop to finally give into my threesome idea."

I only find him so hot because I'm such a fuckin' narcissist. We look so alike, it'd be like fucking myself. Something I could totally get into.

"So, Matt, Zacky's never really mentioned you at work." I say, trying to keep an innocent smile on my face rather tan a devious smirk, "What is it you do?"

I laugh to myself on the inside. To think, I felt sorry for that boy that he doesn't know who his real dad was. But now, I think it's funny. He wants to sleep with Brian... that's just hilarious. Oh, I want to be there when Brian tells him the truth.

"Oh Joe, you know what Matt does," I say, keeping my arms around Matt's muscular frame, "he's a gym instructor."

I probably sound so boost or dreamy right now, but to be quite honest, I don't really care.

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