Who: Emile and Wes Where: Emile's room When: Tuesday evening What: Wes wants to 'study' Rating: Let's say NC17 because who the hell knows?
Dinner had never been such an anxious time before. Wesley didn’t even eat that much. He had a lot on his mind, mostly the boy he was going to go and see after dinner was over. Emile was a dish, one he’d never realised liked Wesley, certainly not to the point of fancying him. But since the dance Wesley’s mind had been running overtime.
The bathroom wall had been right. Wesley was a thirsty bitch because he wanted to drain the fuck out of Emile’s dick but that was just his hormones, surely. Cause come on he felt the same way about Sim, too, only that was a very physical need. Sim was the hottest boy he’d seen, oozing appeal and Wes wanted a piece. But he wanted more than that with Emile, somehow. The kid was so innocent that he seemed like deserved something more at least. Something that wasn’t just a derogatory sexual term.
The chime for dinner ending sounded. Wesley stood and almost tripped over himself in his not so apparent eagerness to get out of there and to Emile’s room. Standing in front of it for longer than necessary Wesley rapped on it a few times, waiting for the invitation to go in. He would only go as far as Emile wanted to, but Wesley had gone such a long time without anything that he was almost prepared to explode in anticipation.