Strange Boys part 5
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roxy Part four is here.
Ah, little ones! come in, come in! It's story time, yes it is! Have you been good little girls? Of course you have. Gather round, and yer mother will tell you another tale about Dear Little Bruce and his Clever Friend Lex. Shhh!
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Bruce got up and left the hall. He walked out of the school, headed across the quad and walked through the arches opening off the far side of the quad. No one was looking so he slipped his shoes and socks off and looped the laces over his neck. He climbed up the stone arch, hooking holds in the sun-warmed stone with fingers and toes, swarming up as surely as if it were a ladder he was climbing instead of cracked stone. He ran lightly across the roof of the archway and leaped up to the next tier of roofs. He settled into the shadow cast by a chimney, leaned his back against the warm brick. He looked down and watched the crowd of boys surging back and forth, bent on whatever plans they had for the evening, and felt warmth in the pit of his stomach. He sighed quietly. This was the best part, hanging high above everyone else. Up in the air, clean fresh air, and breathing it by himself. It always cleared his head, getting above the crowd, being alone but not alone.
He stretched his fingers and flexed his toes. That had been fun—but he’d been angry and forgot to time himself. That was a lack of discipline—just like watching Lex had been a lack of discipline. He wasted time staring at *a beautiful kid* some guy when he should have been in his room working towards his goal. There was so much to learn, so much that he needed to know in order to bring his parent’s killers to justice.
He stood and strolled over the tiles of the roof like he was walking on a beach instead of a slanted slippery sea of slate. He passed a brittle looking, once day-glo Frisbee and amused himself trying to guess how old it was, considered tossing it to the ground but walked on. He came to the wing in which he lived and headed for his room.
Stopped.
Lex’s room was also in this wing…he scanned windows and counted until he singled out Lex’s.
Curiosity grabbed him, he knew this was wrong but he had to see what his room looked like.
Seconds later Bruce hung from the iron gutter and swung down to a ledge that ran around the upper stories of the dormitory. The ledge was barely a palms width, but Bruce toed along it without a qualm. He stepped into the open window, and grinned. That was lucky, he really hadn’t wanted to test his ability to open that window standing on the narrow strip of ledge.
So, Lex’s room. He glanced around quickly, taking note of the neat order of the room. It was spotless and nearly bare of ornaments. Bruce nodded. Ornaments were pointless and distracting. There were some posters of actors over one bed, and a lumpy threadbare teddy sitting on the bed. The other bed was bare, just pillow and blankets, and a few pictures pinned to the wall over it. Looked like star maps, and chemistry charts. He knew that was Lex’s bed. He approved. He looked closer and saw that he had a bag on the floor next to the bed and impulse made him open it and pull out—an undershirt. He glanced up-- held it to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of Lex…
Without thinking too much about it he quickly rolled the undershirt into a ball and shoved it in the waistband of his pants. He had no idea why—he just—did it. He swept his eyes quickly over the rest of the room and decided to come back another day, instead of scaling the roofs again, he let himself out the door.
tbc today in celebration of 'no work day' whoo-hoo! Share my joy!
Ah, little ones! come in, come in! It's story time, yes it is! Have you been good little girls? Of course you have. Gather round, and yer mother will tell you another tale about Dear Little Bruce and his Clever Friend Lex. Shhh!
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Bruce got up and left the hall. He walked out of the school, headed across the quad and walked through the arches opening off the far side of the quad. No one was looking so he slipped his shoes and socks off and looped the laces over his neck. He climbed up the stone arch, hooking holds in the sun-warmed stone with fingers and toes, swarming up as surely as if it were a ladder he was climbing instead of cracked stone. He ran lightly across the roof of the archway and leaped up to the next tier of roofs. He settled into the shadow cast by a chimney, leaned his back against the warm brick. He looked down and watched the crowd of boys surging back and forth, bent on whatever plans they had for the evening, and felt warmth in the pit of his stomach. He sighed quietly. This was the best part, hanging high above everyone else. Up in the air, clean fresh air, and breathing it by himself. It always cleared his head, getting above the crowd, being alone but not alone.
He stretched his fingers and flexed his toes. That had been fun—but he’d been angry and forgot to time himself. That was a lack of discipline—just like watching Lex had been a lack of discipline. He wasted time staring at *a beautiful kid* some guy when he should have been in his room working towards his goal. There was so much to learn, so much that he needed to know in order to bring his parent’s killers to justice.
He stood and strolled over the tiles of the roof like he was walking on a beach instead of a slanted slippery sea of slate. He passed a brittle looking, once day-glo Frisbee and amused himself trying to guess how old it was, considered tossing it to the ground but walked on. He came to the wing in which he lived and headed for his room.
Stopped.
Lex’s room was also in this wing…he scanned windows and counted until he singled out Lex’s.
Curiosity grabbed him, he knew this was wrong but he had to see what his room looked like.
Seconds later Bruce hung from the iron gutter and swung down to a ledge that ran around the upper stories of the dormitory. The ledge was barely a palms width, but Bruce toed along it without a qualm. He stepped into the open window, and grinned. That was lucky, he really hadn’t wanted to test his ability to open that window standing on the narrow strip of ledge.
So, Lex’s room. He glanced around quickly, taking note of the neat order of the room. It was spotless and nearly bare of ornaments. Bruce nodded. Ornaments were pointless and distracting. There were some posters of actors over one bed, and a lumpy threadbare teddy sitting on the bed. The other bed was bare, just pillow and blankets, and a few pictures pinned to the wall over it. Looked like star maps, and chemistry charts. He knew that was Lex’s bed. He approved. He looked closer and saw that he had a bag on the floor next to the bed and impulse made him open it and pull out—an undershirt. He glanced up-- held it to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of Lex…
Without thinking too much about it he quickly rolled the undershirt into a ball and shoved it in the waistband of his pants. He had no idea why—he just—did it. He swept his eyes quickly over the rest of the room and decided to come back another day, instead of scaling the roofs again, he let himself out the door.
tbc today in celebration of 'no work day' whoo-hoo! Share my joy!
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4/21/05 07:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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4/21/05 07:42 pm (UTC)I bet he did!
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4/21/05 08:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
4/21/05 07:50 pm (UTC)molestaccost him in his room, couldn't he?(no subject)
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4/21/05 09:07 pm (UTC)molestedaccosted him good.(no subject)
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4/21/05 10:34 pm (UTC)Great part!
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4/21/05 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
4/21/05 11:27 pm (UTC)Though it's good that it knocked you off your chair! Hee!
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4/22/05 03:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
4/22/05 12:04 pm (UTC)And it's always my pleasure to bring the hotness! :-)
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4/21/05 11:21 pm (UTC)Heeeeeeee.
And wow - way too serious for a kid.
He needs some hot, kinky sex with Lex to loosen him up.
:)
*bounce*
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4/22/05 03:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
4/22/05 04:11 am (UTC)Yes yes!!
*the kinkier the better*
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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
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