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

He climbs out of the Jeep, looking up at the large gothic hall that is to be his new home for the next year. His eyes run over the sign arching over the large gate before him, 'St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen'. Who'd've known there was a place like this just outside New York? He turns his attentions to the throng of bodies across the courtyard. A throng he really wants to avoid. These boys are nothing like him, they're fighting, making out - something he turns his eyes away from straight away - and teasing the younger kis.

He turns back to his dad, pleading with him to let him go home, keep away from these people. He wasn't doing anything too wrong. Just exploring his urges, it's a natural thing at his age. These kids look like they could be here for murder and... gang rape. His dad glares at him for using such words. He pleads with his dad one final time, begging for him to just let him go back to his old school, offering to cut his hands off - before realizing this would hinder him in most everyday tasks.

His dad shakes his head, refusing to listen to his son's pleas and starts the car, promising he can come home for the holidays if he behaves. The sleek black Jeep draws away leaving him stood staring after it's dusty tracks. this leaves young Brian with no option but to brave the scary looking building and inhabitants before him...

Last edited by Zacky on Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:14 am; edited 1 time in total

He sits on the swivel chair in his dorm room, reading through what the other people on the chat room are talking about. Sex, drugs, more sex, a little less drugs than sex. You name it, he's talking about it, no doubt telling the other people of his experiences with said things. Because this is how Zacky Baker is. A bad boy. The one that will get into trouble, roll his eyes at the teacher and then end up doing the same all over again in less than an hours passing. Even now, this chat room has supposed to have being blocked by the school security. But when you are friends with some bad ass computer nerds, you learn a thing or two about hacking. Speaking of one of those so called "nerds".

"Hey Zacky. Come down with me and check out the "new kid." The boy's best friend, Matt Sanders, says as he pokes his head around the already opened door. Grinning from ear to ear as he looks over his friend. "Always smiling is that Shadows." The boy thinks to himself.

"No thanks Matt. I have a feeling I'll be seeing him pretty soon anyway." The boys answers his well built friend. A smirk on his face as he continues to type away on the keyboard.

As I hear the sounds of a car engine, I flip my laptop shut. My thousands of MySpace friends are just going to have to live without me for a few moments, I'm sure there'll be a catastrophe of epic proportions but new blood is so much more important than that. Well, a little bit more important.

I look across to where the newbie's stood nervously wringing his hands and staring up at our beloved school. He's hot. Nice to see the standards in this place are improving.

No-one else in the courtyard is paying any attention to him. Obviously it's up to me to give him the 411.

Goody, I do love freaking the pretty ones out.

This is actually the definition of hell. Spending the last year of my education around a group of closeted and... not-so closeted boys with serious attitude problems. Why I couldn't I have just been homeschooled instead? It'd have saved me from getting my ass raped everytime I dared to take a shower and I'd have been closer to Scarlett.

I sigh heavily as I think of my girlfriend. God I'm going to miss her. Fuck that, I'm just going to miss anything feminine. Gentle curves, a sweet smell, long, soft hair. Instead I'm stuck with brutish, boorish boys who have no idea about anything except fucking each other and fucking around.

I quit my staring at the school and look back in front of me, into someone's ridiculously oversized heart shaped sunglasses and a bright toothy grin.

Oh shit.

He looks terrified. My work here is done. Well it's close enough to being done. There's the seduction part but that shouldn't take to long. Maybe Zacky and I can share this one. He looks like a whore in priests clothing. Well, a Guns N' Roses shirt anyway.

I reach out a hand which he reluctantly takes, "I'm Mick. Although you may hear me being called God, Jesus or Dirty Slut on occasion."

I can't help but laugh as soon as he hears my voice. I love the sheltered ones.

"Yeah, some of us really talk like that." I explain, smirking, "So what do they call you?"

Coz I can think of a few things I'd like to.

I'm vaguely aware of how rude it is to stare but I can't stop myself. This guy has got to be kidding, right? There is no way anyway acts like this. I'm also aware that I haven't said anything to him for a while. Fuck, at all in fact.

"Uh, I'm Brian." I say, a little wary of getting too friendly to someone like him.

I'm not homophobic or anything. He's just very... very merry. It's a little weird for me. It doesn't help the fact he's fucking me with his eyes.

"Look, I hate to be antisocial but can you just show me to my room please? I'm really tired." I say, faking a yawn, "I'd like to just crash out and..."

Avoid you?

I quirk an eyebrow at him. Fucking homophobe, how fucking dare he. I should just leave him with some of the horny faggots in the bathrooms, that'd teach him. I can at least wait for a half hour.

I snatch the paper he's just dug out of his bag from his hand and look over his schedules. Music, Drama, Creative Writing. I look over the paper at him. So he's that kind of homophobe. This is going to be fun. I look over the paper to see what lucky soul is going to be rooming with him. As I see the numbers, I can help but let out a girlish giggle - the only kind I know how to do. This is going to be super fun.

"Sure, I can take you to your room. You look awful tired. I'm sure your new roomie will be happy to let you sleep." I say, a cheeky little grin on my face.

"Follow me."

I follow Mick across the courtyard, my eyes looking around the kids who are now all staring at me. There are some who look relatively normal, some who look way too old to be here, some who look way too built to be here and some who are just too innocent looking to be here. I pull my eyes away from the blue eyed boy I was unintentionally staring at and look down to the floor, following Mick and my shoes to the entrance of the school.

I lift my head up to look around the hallways of the school, trying to take it all in now so I don't end up getting lost when the semester starts. Of course, with this being the kind of place it is, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be getting lost on a regular basis.

Mick leads me up a large staircase and along a corridor. At least the dorms are easy enough to find. He leads us along the corridor to a room on the very end. That in itself worries me greatly. Why would they put the new kid so far away from all the fire exits?

I turn back to Brian, smiling cheekily at him. I almost wish I could stay here and watch the fallout of their first meeting, but alas popularity calls and I'm not really being a good internet diva if I'm away from my legions of fans for too long.

"Okay, so you're rooming with the nicest guy ever." I inform him, "He's one of the coolest guys on the campus."

Brian doesn't look too convinced.

"I'm totally serious." I push the door open, calling out a 'knock knock' as I do so.

I roll my eyes as I hear the familiar voice that could only belong to none other than Mick Morris. The campus's internet slash webcam whore, and so called "fetish model" extraordinarie. Well, that's what he always calls himself anyway. I pull myself from my swivel chair with a smirk on my face, walking over to the window and looking out at the courtyard with my back to the door. I know what he wants, might as well get it over with. Not that I don't enjoy our meetings but, Oooh Hell, you'll get it later. Promise.

"What do you want this time Morris, eh? Blow job? Rim job? Tea bagging?Because whatever it is, it's gonna cost a hell of a lot more than a few Twinkies from the vending machines, y'know?" I call to the door as I start to pull at the bottom of my ragged Misfits shirt before puling it over my head.

"And if it's gonna be me giving and you receiving. At least have the common decency to shut your mouth while I do the dirty work, yeah?" I order to the door, my slightly pissed off Jersey accent coming through. I can't help it though. This Morris kid is a pain in the balls. "No one wants to here you screaming about how good my mouth feels around your cock. Especially not Matt. Poor boy's scarred enough from these encounters."

I bring a hand to my chest in a mock display of hurt. Well semi-mock, that was pretty mean. Then again, I'm used to it. You have to be when you're as fabulous as me, there are always jealous types.

"He loves it and you know it, darling." I say, moving into the room and checking my hair in the mirror over the small armoire.

Once I'm satisfied I look perfect, I spin back round to face Zacky's back, "Anyway, this is about business, not pleasure. Yet. I've brought you a new friend to play with."

Oh Christ, I'm sharing with one of them. I mentally slap myself for my thoughts. I'm not homophobic, why the hell am I so nervous about being in the same room as a couple of gay kids? They can't turn me gay. Anyway, even if I was a little curious, which I'm so not, these guys aren't my type. They're too forward, too open, too gay [well Mick is at least]. I don't even know what half of those things even mean.

As soon as Mick informs this Zacky that I'm a new friend to play with, I can't help but make a complete tit out of myself.

"I'm not gay, I... I have a girlfriend back home."

Well done, Brian, that didn't sound too defensive. Now he's going to rape you in your sleep.

I look around at Mick slowly, raising my eyebrow as I do so, coming face to face with a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses.

"Ooooh really," I grin, knowing exactly what he is getting at, "Well, you are useful for some things then, aren't you?" I smirk to him. How did I know that Mick would be the first one to terrorise the new kid? Hmmm, maybe it's the fact that every straight boy which has come into this place has heard this boy talk and then practically run away screaming.

"So, where is this new play-thing for me? I hope he's a hell of a lot prettier than the last one." I laugh.

When I hear a small voice coming from behind Mick, from behind the slightly closed door. I can't help but let an evil grin erupt on my face.

"What was that?" I call out into the hall, now grinning at Mick.

This is going to be fun.

"That, my dear, was a Brian." I say, moving beside Zacky and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, whispering to him, "Much prettier, believe me. And closeted, your favourite."

I gesture to the door, "Come on, sweetie, we don't bite."

Unless you ask us to. Or unless the moment calls for it. Or unless someone's taking too long...

I let my mind wander off on a tangent it should probably stay away from. I pull the sunglasses from my face and start nibbling on one of the arms as I drift off into a fantasy land involving some very nude, very horny vampires.

I look over at Mick, shake my head and roll my eyes.

"Oi, come back to this world, yeah?" I say into Mick's ear as I bring my hand down to his ass and dip my hand into his pants and squeeze his cheek. This action causes him to shake his head and yelp like some sort of porn star.

I suddenly hear someone clearing their throat from the door. I whip my head around to a boy standing at the door with a pale face, wide, terrified brown eyes, thin lips and wild brown hair.

"Well well well. You must be my new room mate." I say with a slight smirk.

He's closeted and he looks like this. Oh boy, this is going to be fun. What, did I rub a magic lamp or something?

I let out an audible sigh of relief when I see that Zacky actually looks like a normal human being. He actually looks like a boy, rather than something in between.

I can't help but feel like I'm under close scrutiny, the way I've felt ever since walking into this place. If people haven't been fucking me with their eyes, they've been sizing me up for other things.

It's now been a good few seconds before anything's been said, making me look like some kind of staring, mute psychopath.

"Uh, yeah, I'm Brian." I say, reaching out a hand by way of greeting.

I look between the pair, having been so rudely jerked out of my dreams in such a wonderful manner. I'd love to stay and watch the way this goes down, but I'm pretty sure Zacky won't let me. Plus I have a fantasy which needs finishing and I'm sure I could convince one of my close, personal friends to help me out with it.

I get up from the bed, "I think I'll leave you two crazy kids to get acquainted."

I walk across to Zacky, leaning into his ear, "I want to know everything."

I nip at the lobe, "Preferably while you're re-enacting it with me later."

I walk away from him, passing Brian, "Welcome to the jungle, sweetness."

I slap his tight ass as I pass and head out of the room, calling "Oh, goth kiiiiiiiids?"

"We have established that." I mumble under my breath before turning to Mick who is now leaving the room. I call to him.

"Babez. Why don't you go and inform the Skinhead Boys and the Horny Faggots of our new arrival. Lord knows they'll both be together fighting in the lunch room anyways." I laugh a little. Mick, as well as everyone else here, here knows that their is no such thing as the Skinhead Boys and the Horny Faggots groups, but it's nice to freak out the new kids with gang names.

As Mick catches my drift and nods about to make his exit.

"Don't I get a kiss goodbye then?" I grin.

Oh. My. GOD! How could I have dropped the ball on that one? I smirk at Brian as I make my way back into the room and across to Zacky, draping my arms across his shoulders.

I catch his lips in a hot, heavy kiss. The kind that no-one ever does with someone they care about, the kind that's only for show. And boy, do I love to show off. I throw in a few moans, rubbing up against Zacky. I wish I could see the 'straight boy's face right now. I'm sure he's loving it.

I close my eyes as he kisses me a little deeper. The tastes of peppermint gum and some sort of sugary sweet coming through as he laces his tongue into my mouth. I must really want to freak this guy out. I mean, I always said to myself I would never kiss Mick. Ever. He's too... attached to me as it is. Oooh well. I can always beat him into submission later on when "straight boy" isn't here.

I pull away from his really wet lips, spitting a little to leave a trace of saliva between our lips as we part. Just for the gross-out factor. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, still trying to keep up the shit-eating grin that I had earlier.

"Later Gorgeous." I say, sending Mick a subtle look that can only read, "Never again. Got it?"

My mouth is agape, I can't believe I just witnessed that. That had to be some kind of tool they were using to pysche me out, right? No-one does that. Not even gay people. That was sick.

"I... I... "

I should probably just shut my mouth and look away from them. Or would that make it too obvious that I was watching? Or would it make it seem suspicious? There is no way in hell that turned me on. Even two chicks doing that would have grossed me the fuck out.

I move across to the bed which is neatly made up, assuming this is mine and dump my things on it in some kind of attempt to look nonchalant about the whole thing.

If that's what I get everytime he gets a cute new roomie, I'm so stealing this one away from him. I can't help but feel a little disappointed at the way he looks at me. Could have made our little liaisons even more enjoyable. Or something. I push the disappointment away and grin back at him.

I blow a kiss at him and wave at the pair in the room, smirking as I notice how shaken up Brian is over this.

I leave the room, but not before mouthing another 'everything' to Zacky. Maybe I'll just go back to my room and deal with myself. It's a rare occurence, I don't think my hand has brought me to an orgasm in about three months, but the threesome images in my head call for it.

I grin and nod to Mick as he leaves the room and closes the door quietly behind himself. I sigh and stretch my back out, still shirtless I might say.

I get a sidelong glance across to Brian and look him up and down. He is a pretty good looking guy. He's got all the right proportions. He's not too fat, but he's not to thin either. He's not really all that muscular, he's no Matt, but he could probably bench-press Mick.

"So, Brian," I sigh as I walk over to him, noting that he doesn't want to face me, I smirk and take a seat on his bed, leaning against the wall behind me and look down at his open suitcase he's sorting through.

"So, what brings you to this hell of a place, eh? Mummy and Daddy catch you and your girlfriend up to something dirty before you were 25?" I smirk up at him as he tries to avoid my gaze.

Last edited by Mick on Fri Mar 07, 2008 4:43 pm; edited 2 times in total

Meant to be Brian. Character mistake. x

BRIAN

I nod a little, "Something like that."

This kids probably in here for... something really bad. I haven't quite mentally figured out what yet, I'm still a little freaked out by what I just witnessed. I can't exactly tell him that I've been sent here because in my family, jacking off is a sin against God. Apparently it makes me immoral. I'm pretty sure my dad's convinced that it makes you gay, getting pleasure from handling a cock even if it's your own. I can't help but chuckle a little to myself at his amazing plans to straighten me out if that's the case.

I look across to Zacky, figuring I at least owe him a little bit of eye contact. I guess I should also try to make nice if I'm going to be stuck here for a while.

"What about you?"

"That's a never ending question man," I laugh as I look along to him, "I have done some pretty freaky shit in my time. I don't even know what was the last straw anymore." I stretch my arms out ready to tell him my life story.

"Personally I think it's because no other school would have me. I have being in every school in the state. At one time my parents thought that a new state would straighten me out. That didn't work so I came back here to New York."

"Basically it was things, little things y'know. Sexual harassment. Vandalism. Fighting. GBH. Everything that kids do, y'know?" He looks horrified now.

"So, what exactly is your story?"

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