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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 12 Luxemburger Queen 12: The Real Thing Brian wasn't all to surprised to see Christian waiting for him in front of the school the next day. But for the first time in his life, it didn't matter to him that one of the school thugs was waylaying him. He felt victorious, and the feeling increased as he approached the sturdy boy who stared at him with unconcealed hatred. "What the fuck did you tell your parents?" he hissed when Brian was at earshot. Brian threw him the most devilish grin he was capable of and answered in a flirty and easy tone: "Lies, of course." He giggled. "The most blatant lies about Frank and me not being together, but some truth about you hitting on me after gym class. Well, from this they reckoned you're just a jealous homosexual bastard, which is a correct conclusion after all. And now, please excuse me, I don't want to be late in class and I also want to see Frank before school, so - bye bye, love!" He left Christian standing there, gaping, unable to answer, and entered the school to search the entrance hall for Frank. It had become a habit of them to meet before the classes, and today it was more important then ever. Frank was chatting with Michelle, seemingly absorbed in the conversation, but Brian decided to interrupt. He walked up to them and could just hear Michelle's last sentence: "... and then you should just push Jason into the wall, you know, I know it's not in the play but I think the play really doesn't manage to show Craig's character." Brian smiled. "Push me around, huh, I'm sure you'd like to see that!" he teased and winked at Michelle, who laughed back. "You can be glad she doesn't want me to beat you up," Frank said, chuckling, throwing Brian a glance that for a second contained open passion, but that was quickly guarded. "But she's right, something's lacking, we should discuss that next Wednesday." "As long as you don't insist on quadrisecting me, I'm happy," Brian replied. Michelle looked at him with a smile. "Such a good mood today, sulkyhead? Usually you seem to hate the world..." Brian flashed her the most brilliant grin. "Yes, but today, the gods are smiling upon Brian Molko, blessing him with unusual favor. Besides that, our kiss-scene is up next week, so in case you want to practice before that, I'll be there for you, just give me a call!" Michelle laughed helplessly. "I'll be going, I can cope with the most depressed guy at school stage-kissing me, but I can't cope with Brian Molko in a good mood, that's scarier than a Halloween movie!" She patted Brian's shoulder and made away to meet with some of her friends. Left alone, Frank and Brian looked at each other and simultaneously smiled softly. "So everything went well, then?" Frank asked. "Christian..." "Is no problem," Brian completed the sentence and sniggered nastily. "My parents are convinced he's sexually harassing me and that he told some lies about you and me because I rejected him." Frank laughed. "Now that's an interesting interpretation of the truth!" "So what? It keeps us out of trouble. Christian won't dare to touch me since my parents would run rampant, and he won't tell anything about us anymore because nobody believes him. What did you tell your parents, by the way?" "I just gave them the 'what the fuck is this loony on about'-glance and said I didn't know anything, that all we do is rehearsing and that I help you with your homework and stuff like that, which they found very touching. They said they hadn't believed a word in the first place and just wanted to make sure." The boys looked at each other, both feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Guess we're both professional liars then," Brian finally said. "Guess so," replied Frank and sighed. "I am for sure. I've been taking guys to my bed since I was fourteen and they still don't know." Brian chuckled. He could picture that effortlessly. "Anyway, you're okay about your History-thingy tomorrow?" Frank asked. "Cause I really might help you a bit, I'm quite good at History." "Couldn't you have said that some days ago?" Brian moaned. "It's a bit too late now!" "Not really. At least I could help you with the basics. Show me the stuff during lunch and we'll see what we can do." "Thanks." Frank shrugged and grinned. "Just the reward for the dress up I'll get to see next week. You promised, Brianna." Brian smirked. "I know. And I'll keep my promise." Frank's tongue shot out to moisten his lips. "Good," he said, hoarse with anticipation, and cleared his voice, "on Wednesday after drama club, I suppose?" "Sure." Brian felt a sudden urge to lean against Frank but of course he couldn't do that in public. He sighed. "Maybe... maybe tomorrow we could celebrate that the History test is over?" Frank grinned. "And what kind of celebration did you have in mind?" Brian giggled and answered: "Well, that depends on whether your parents are at home or not... if they are, we could just go to a movie or something like that. But if not..." "If not?" Brian shrugged, blushing a bit. "Hey, you'll leave this school and place and probably even country at the end of this school year, do you want to leave me behind as a virgin?" Frank choked and blushed. "Uhm... Bri, I really don't know..." "Why? I -" Brian lowered his voice to a whisper, "I love you and I want to be with you and I want to sleep with you, really sleep with you, what's wrong with that?" "Nothing. Nothing at all, cutie." A small shiver thrilled Brian as Frank used this affectionate term. Frank moistened his lips again, nervously. "It's just... gosh, I know you must think I'm the world' greatest hunk, but -" The bell rang, announcing the beginning of the first lesson. "See you at lunch," Frank said hastily, smiling a good-bye and turning to leave. "Wait!" Brian giggled and grabbed him by the sleeve. "You've never done it, have you? Kissing and stuff, but not the real thing, right?" He broke into another series of giggles. "Not half of the great seducer I thought you to be, huh? Never done the real thing..." "You'll be late for your lesson, child," Frank replied with strained calmness, unable to suppress the red color from shooting into his face, then he freed himself from Brian's grip and ran off to his class. Brian looked after him, still giggling, shaking his head in wonder and amusement before he slowly strolled off to his first lesson, which he would endure as he always did, silent, bored, waiting for the lunch break where he'd meet Frank again to torture him about this news a bit. Yes, he thought, Queen are right: pain is indeed so close to pleasure... "Look, Brian, it's not that I won't ever do it," Frank explained during lunch, suspiciously eyeing the mass of something that had once been some sort of vegetable before having been cooked in the cantina. He forked some of it into his mouth and grimaced when the taste hit his tongue. "See, it's just that I don't know what to do, really..." Brian grinned, stabbing some of his food with his fork to make sure it really was dead and hadn't mutated into something dangerous, because it sure looked like Alien-offspring. "Can't be that different from being with a girl, I reckon..." He took a sip of his juice, glanced at Frank and snorted onto his food. "Which you don't know a thing about, I guess!" He giggled. "So who of us is the seducer, after all?" "Seriously, Bri, it sure MUST be different - I guess." "Well, you've got your vaseline, so what could go wrong?" Brian replied, choking with laughter. "You can't use vaseline with condoms, for one thing, cause the grease in it effects the rubber, or so I read somewhere," Frank said matter-of-factly. "Also, don't you think it hurts? I wouldn't want to hurt you, Bri." Brian chuckled, chewing on the rubber-like substance that the cantina had advertised as meat. "Well, then let's do it the other way round, at least I've been with a girl already..." "No way!" hissed Frank, blushing. "Why not?" asked Bri, faking to look hurt. "Does big Frankie-boy have a problem with," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "with being fucked in the ass by someone 2 years younger?" Frank sighed. "You can be SO obnoxious at times, Bri! And yes, I do have a problem with that. I have a problem with the whole thingy, so why don't we just wait a bit?" He scraped the last bits of the vegetable mass into his mouth. Brian threw him a sheepish glance. "I'm sorry, Frankie... Frankie-pankie..." His mouth widened with a malicious grin. "Francesca..." Frank almost spat the contents of his mouth across the table. "Francesca?" "Yeah, why not? If I make a fool of myself as Brianna, Francesca would only be a fair thing, wouldn't it? Then I'd forget about the whole 'grease effects rubber'-stuff," said Brian, sniggering. "And I bet you're a dish on high heels." They looked at each other and burst into laughter. "What a conversation for a school cantina!" Frank gasped. "But okay, deal." "Are you serious?" Brian gaped at Frank. "Sure. I'll bring a camera, though, that should be one of the things one remembers ten years after and then we can look at the pictures and say, 'what a moron I was dressing up like a girl in the storage room, but hey, it was fun after all'." "Camera!" Brian giggled madly. "And where exactly do you want to have the pics done? The local photo shop?" "The school has a photo laboratory, I can do it there." Brian stopped giggling. "Really? You can do that?" he asked, looking impressed. "Wow. Yeah, I think I'd love to get a picture from this. As you said, for later times. To," he mocked a snobby tone, "to show my dear wife and children and explain that Satan has ridden me that day and that it was eee-vil." Frank shook his head. "You're crazy, Bri." Brian sniggered. "So you finally noticed?" Frank just smiled at him. They emptied their plates, both relieved to have swallowed the substances without being poisoned. Looking around, they saw the basketball gang horded around a table, loud and annoying as usual, but one thing was different: Christian was unusually silent, smiling politely at the common rude jokes but not really participating in the conversation. Brian shrugged. "Serves him right." "It sure does," said Frank. "But he really seems to have a crush on you, doesn't he?" "I guess." Brian looked at Frank. "But don't you worry, he's not my type at all. I'm not one of the chicks that falls for guys who beat them up." Frank giggled. "One of the chicks, now I like that..." "But I AM one of the chicks that falls for guys comforting them when crying on a swing," Brian added softly. "Careful out there, Brian Molko, or I might just kiss you here, so please stop looking so cute, will you?" Brian sighed. "Okay." "You're still doing it!" "That's not my fault!" "Isn't it?" asked Frank, faking outrage. "Can't you just switch it off?" "Is it MY fault that I'm just plainly irresistible? Blame God!" Prev | Next Home |