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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 10 10: Lovebirds "Can I see you after school today?" "No, really, I have this exam on Friday and -" "Come on!" "No!" "Brian, how come your whole life centers around school?" "It doesn't! But my parents' lives do!" Brian glared at Frank. "Do you expect me to flunk everything just so that we can fuck?" "We don't even do that," Frank answered with a smirk. "Do you want to?" Brian asked angrily. "Is that what this is all about?" "Calm down, pretty." Frank smiled. "Just teasing." "I'm sure." Brian sighed. "Anyway, as I said, I have to study. History. Understand?" "Yes. It's just that ..." Frank looked around. They were standing in the corridor which lead to the Geography room. Nobody could be seen. "It's just that I love being with you," he whispered, leaning closer to Brian, "and I can't wait to kiss you again and to touch you and -" Brian gently pushed him away. "Well, then you'll have to learn to wait since we won't meet before Friday." "But today's Wednesday!" complained Frank. "I'm aware of that. Can't live without your toyboy any more, can you?" Brian giggled but he became serious quickly again. "I'm sorry, Frank, but if I fail this time my dad will kill me, and I mean it!" "Yeah, yeah, I know, Mr Future-Banker ..." "No way. Goldsmiths, remember?" Brian's face lit up a bit at the thought. "Anyway. Gotta go now. French." "I could teach you some French," whispered Frank, attempting to kiss him, but Brian ducked with a giggle. "Patience, handsome lover! One day you'll need patience, so start practicing now." Brian blew Frank a kiss and skipped away while Frank leaned against the wall with a sigh to watch him disappear behind the turn in the corridor. Then he entered the Geography room. Brian had just taken the turn when he unexpectedly faced Christian, who was standing there, arms crossed, seemingly waiting for someone. Not my business, Brian thought and walked on, but Christian blocked his way. "So the two lovebirds are back together, then?" he asked in a very hostile tone. Brian was taken aback. "What's it to you?" Christian sneered. "Nothing. Just thought you'd changed your mind about this whole disgusting stuff." "Disgusting stuff?" "Faggots. Being gay. After your crash with Frank last week I thought you'd learned your lesson." Brian stared at Christian with disbelief. "What's wrong with you? Didn't we agree on some sort of truce?" "Did we?" "Yes, we damn well did, moron!" snapped Brian infuriated. "And you know that quite well!" Christian smiled coolly. "Maybe I changed my mind ..." "Now why should you do th-" Brian broke off to stare at Christian. Then, slowly, a smile crept onto his face, widened, became a grin and turned into a rather nasty example of one. "You are jealous!" he sniggered. "Shit, Christian, you're jealous because I'm with Frank again, oh Jesus, I don't believe this!" He broke into a fit of small, silly giggles. Christian just glared at him, but Brian could clearly see that his face was redder than usual. More important, he seemed to be too stunned, ashamed or whatever to punch Brian. Brian examined the tall muscular boy in front of him and cocked his head slightly while twisting his mouth into a sly smile. "That's why you were being nice in the first place, isn't it? You've got a crush on me after all! That's why you did the stuff in the changing room! That's why -" Christian finally had assembled himself again and flattened Brian against the wall. "You keep your mouth shut about the stuff you did there, understand, you fucking fairy? I don't know what you've been smoking today or maybe it's just some weird gay rays that warped your mind or so but I'm NOT GAY! Get it?" He punched Brian into the stomach, so hard that the smaller boy gasped for breath and winced with pain. "All right," Brian hissed as Christian threatened to deliver another blow. "You're as straight as my granny's walking stick, okay?" "Better keep that in mind," grunted Christian and let go off him. "Or you'll regret it. And I mean it." He threw Brian a last, long glance and then strolled away. Brian rubbed his stomach where Christian had punched him. Great. The black eye was just fading and now Christian had decided to give him some more bruises! And to think they'd have French together now! Brian took a deep breath, which hurt slightly, and then slowly walked to his lesson. Brian decided to meet Frank after all, just for a quick snog after drama club, so during History he was busy scribbling small messages to Frank, but couldn't really decide on what he was going to write. 'Meet me in the basement', 'miss you too much, see you later', 'how about another make-up-session?', 'Snogging later?' He stared at the pieces of paper he'd already filled with invitations and each and every one of them sounded stupid to him. Writing invitations was such a girlish thing to do anyway, he thought, why couldn't he just ask Frank before drama club? Brian didn't notice the bell ring, he was that much lost in thoughts, but as Christian grabbed two of his notes, he woke with a start. "Give that back, moron!" he hissed, attempting to seize the pieces of paper but of course they were small enough to be hidden in Christian's fists. "Meeting then, huh?" The tall boy grimaced. "You're sick, Molko." "Haven't we discussed that already? Ta-daa, I'm the world's most flaming faggot," he hardly could suppress a smile when using Frank's words from their meeting on the swing, "and you're the straightest and most idiotic guy on earth, now give me back those things or throw them away, and most of all leave me alone!" He felt angry and disappointed. The idea of a truce with Christian had been so nice but now it seems everything really was back to normal. Jealous prick! And even too much of a coward to admit it! Christian shoved the paper back into Brian's hands with a sneer. "Here you got them! Go and meet him then, at least you can't get pregnant. The idea of the two of you producing offspring would be too disgusting!" He made for the door. "You're just jealous that I'm with him and not with you!" Brian yelled after him, aflame with fury. "And I'll tell you something, it's much nicer to be a fucking fairy than to be a wanking basketball player!" Something, a small voice at the back of his brain, told him he'd better not said that. But now it was too late anyway. Brian shrugged and started to pack his things. School was over, drama club was next. And after that - Frank. Brian felt how he blushed with anticipation. He flung his bag over his shoulder and hopped out of the room, along the corridors, outside and across the school yard to the building where they were holding their meetings. Frank was already in the room and so were some of the others. Brian flung his bag into a corner of the room and sat down next to Frank. "Will I get an award for being on time twice in a row?" he said in a casual tone, but his eyes lingered on Frank's chest clearly determinable under his tight T-shirt. "I'll bring one to class next week," Frank replied just as casual but Brian saw him swallow hard as their eyes met. "Why not today? I bet there's a lot of things in the basement that you could use to make one." Frank breathed in with a hiss and suppressed a cough. "Think so? Uhm, hm, well, if you have time afterwards ..." "Sure. If it doesn't take too long." "I don't think it will." Frank grinned. Just then their teacher came in, glancing at Brian with surprise. "Really, Brian, I think you should have your watch checked. You're starting to be on time regularly now, do it again and I'll have the school nurse check on you." The rest of the drama club answered with friendly laughter, and Brian joined in to be polite, but in fact he was only thinking about the dim light of the basement and the taste of Frank's lips. The meeting seemed to go on forever. Brian grew more and more impatient, especially since none of his scenes were discussed today. All he had to do was to sit and watch the others practice and then discuss what was good and what was bad. Worst thing was that Frank, who had only a small part as bully Craig, had nothing to do as well and was sitting next to him all the time without the two of them being able to touch or kiss. So finally, when the session was over, they volunteered to clean up the room, did so as fast as they could and hurried down into the storage room where they sank into a full five-minute-snog without any further words, hands roaming over each other's body and moans escaping their throats. "Damn it, Bri, I missed you," whispered Frank as they finally broke the kiss, and kissed Brian's hair. "Yes, it's almost 22 hours since I left your room yesterday evening, what a horribly long time!" Brian teased and buried his face in Frank's neck, hugging him closely. "It IS a horribly long time," replied Frank and laughed. "Every minute without you is a horribly long time." "Awwww..." sighed Brian and snuggled against Frank. "You can be sooo cute if you want to!" "Not as cute as you..." "See? You're doing it again," said Brian, laughing, and quickly kissed Frank. "So what about your History test on Friday?" asked Frank. "What about it? I'll start studying as soon as I get home, I just couldn't go without seeing you. But we really don't have much time..." Frank sighed. "Too bad. I hoped you'd put on some make-up again." Brian eyed him curiously. "You really liked that, didn't you?" "So did you, didn't you?" Brian giggled. "Okay, got me there. I promise I'll play the cute little next-door girl to you next week, with dress and high-heels and whatever we can find here." His heart suddenly dropped as he heard himself saying this - his courage left him. But Frank had already taken up the offer. "Okay, that's a deal. No, no, don't even think of sneaking out of it again!" He laughed. "You promised! Brianna Molko superstar next week!" Brian took a deep breath. "Fuck, why can't I ever keep my mouth shut?" he muttered, but he grinned. "Because it'd be really hard for me to put my tongue inside then," said Frank with a dirty smile. "Then do it and stop chattering, we don't have much time!" answered Brian, pretending to be angry. "As you wish, mylady." [Can any of you guess what the next chapter will be? Anyone who guesses it will be given credits for high intelligence when the story's over! *g*] Prev | Next Home |